Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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12 SPECTATOR Why Margaret Stayed Lucy Sedlmeyer, '17 Girls, what will I ever do? said Grace Shelley. Mother wants Margaret to come here to school, but is afraid to mention it, for Margaret always laughs in scorn because there aren't any boys here or in the town. Mother also said in her last letter that Margaret has been going out a great deal with a fine chap, and now she'll never leave him to come to school! The girls, who were seated in Grace's room, re- ceived this announcement during recreation. All eyes turned instinctively toward Ruth Donaldson, for Ruth could find a way to settle any difficulty. Hum! she remarked, casually, as she held up a lace collar she had been washing in Grace's bowl. What do we have Bob Kerry here for, or why do we keep Dickie Hampton, or Billie' Weston? Yes, said Grace, uncertainly. But she knows there aren't any boys here, at least not at the school. Ruth walked over to the desk, wrote a few lines on a sheet of paper, and then read aloud: Dear Margaret:- We are having a big dance here on Friday and are asking a few of our friends. Couldn't you arrange to come and bring some chap from your town? THE GIRLS. P. S.-'Billie' Weston just said to come prepared to have jokes played on you. Splendid ! Just the necessary hint at the end! Great! These exclamations came from the girls. Billie Weston, otherwise Helen, who happened to be present, laughed heartily. The girls were not disappointed, for the Friday morning train brought Margaret to the school. The girls

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SPi2iCT.5l'ORv qflutumn Woods Virginia L. Hoffman, '19 The autumn Woods with colors gay- Resplendent in their glory, Are telling tales of wood-nymphs' play, A most delightful story. The little sprites on silvery wings Are dancing in the breeze, The wand'ring Wind, his sweetest sings A love song to the trees. The maple trees in garb of red And yellow-tinted leaves, Have gathered here to gaily tread On carpet Autumn weaves. The little leaves and wood-nymphs gay, Still frolic round and round, Ere Winter calls, Now, dears, away! 'Neath feathery flakes sleep, sound.

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WfiVi-if iSPECTATOR 13 did not see her companion, for he was to come later, and call for Margaret that night for the dance. About the middle of the afternoon the doorbell rang sharply. I'll wager that is 'Billie' Weston! exclaimed Grace. Come along, Margaret, I know you will just adore 'Billie !' While the other girls remained in Grace's room picturing Margaret's astonishment when she discovered that Billie was a girl, Grace and Margaret went down to the reception room. Margaret, this is 'Billie' Weston, one of our iinest girls, explained Grace. Oh, how do you do, said Margaret, eagerly. I really feel that I know you already. You see, and there was a roguish gleam in her eye, I've heard so much from -from-the girls! The dance was to be held in the only large hall in the little town. Margaret, charming and girlishly femi- nine in her simple gown, was among the last to arrive. She was greeted by Grace and Ruth as she entered. Hello, girls, she said, smiling and blushing. I want you to meet my friend, Mr. Weston-Mr. 'Billie' Weston, Helen's brother! Later Helen came rushing up to Margaret, and hug- ging her, exclaimed, You dear! I'm so pleased! So that is why you knew all about me, you little rogue. Billie was telling me about the new hospital in this town where he is coming to study. Of course, you know. I guess you'll stay here, now, won't you? Oh yes, I'Ve elected to stay, answered Margaret, dryly. i