Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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22 SPECTATOR Don't get the bad habit of forgetting to go to your classes. lt may sound pretty fine to tell your friends, in your most unconcerned manner, that you are skipping your History class. But, I warn you, it will not seem so fine, and you will not feel so brave when you are call- ed to the Office the next morning. The same story fits hookey-playing, only the ending will be sadder. If you don't like a teacher, don't try to lay violent hands upon him. Older persons than you have come to grief that Way. Here in high school there is a chance for every- body to make good. Every year, places are Waiting for people. If you have executive ability and can manage, the football and basket ball teams want you. If you are big and strong, the coach and the school need you for the gridiron, cage and track. If you can Write, the Spectator is waiting to publish your stories. If you can draw, your school paper will accept new letter-heads, tail pieces, cartoons. So you see, Freshmen, there is a lot of work to do, and not much time to do it. So, get busy, and if you need some help, come and ask. The Senior-1917.

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SPECTATOR 21 To 1920 Helen Kaylor, '17 Dear Freshmen: We suppose you get tired of being called green, but do not forget that all the rest of us were Freshies once. Here is one consolation for you. Your turn will come to be Seniors, but we can never again be Freshmen in high school. Just for fun I will tell you some of the things I went through before I became a dignified Senior, or even a Sophomore. The first day in school seemed about a month to me. At times I thought that I would rather be in the middle of the ocean' than in the Johnstown High School. I could not begin to tell you how many times I got into the wrong class room, or went down the wrong side of the stairs, or lost my books. I did everything a Freshman could do. I will never forget how fussed I was after that first day. I had to get a prescription filled and was just inside the drug store when some fellow turned around and said: Hello, Freshief' I felt my face grow crimson. I turned and Walked out of the store without my medicine. After I got cooled off, I wondered how he knew where I belonged. I had forgotten that I carried my Ancient History and Latin books which proclaimed me a Fresh- man. However, do not mistake the object of a high school course. Sometimes pupils enter high school With the idea that all we do is to have one grand, good time. This depends largely on what your idea of a good time happens to be. If you really want to have a good time and still get along well in your studies, be careful of these things: Start your first year right! The teachers do not know you and you do not know the teachers. So it's up to you to make friends of them.

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i eSPECTATOR iw in-W 23 A City Urchin Mary F. Kershaw, '20 In one of the tenement districts of the city of Chicago, a little lad of eleven lay on a rickety bed. Oh, Mother! Mother! why did you go and leave me all alone? I worked so hard to earn enough so that you could spend your last days in a nicer place than this. If only you had stayed a little longer so that I could at least have done that for you! he sobbed as he buried his head deeper in the ragged quilt. In the next room on a scantily covered, yet conspicuously clean bed, lay the form of his mother. The wrinkles in her careworn face had disappeared and a faint smile lingered on her lips, as if she knew that at last the quiet peace for which she had waited so patiently had come. A kind neighbor took Edward to stay with her until some definite plan could be formed, and a letter was al- ready on its way to a small town in Pennsylvania, with the hope that it would reach the boy's only known rela- tion, a middle-aged man by the name of Burton. Three days after the funeral of his mother, Edward, feeling cold and miserable, was on his way home after a hard day's work, carrying almost half of his papers un- sold. Turning a corner rather quickly he bumped into a large form and in falling struck his head against the cor- ner of a brick building. When Edward opened his eyes, he was lying in a clean white bed. Oh! how nice it was to the little fellow. He started to sit up but as quickly decided to lie back again. He put his hand to his head and felt soft gauze bandages. He wondered where he was, whom he had bumped, and what they would think of his failure to return home. Not that theyfd care, he said half aloud, but I was to pay her this evening for taking care of me. What's that, sonny? asked a kind voice of the stranger who came into the room.