Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPECTATOR 25 your dear mother proud of you, and of course your Aunt Mary and Uncle John. On Saturdays we'll climb the great hills together and go fishing, and after I get you a horse and teach you to ride, we will take long rides and go nutting in the woods. Don't forget, son, that the hills are waiting for you and for me. Edward turned his head away, his eyes were full of tears, both of joy and of sorrow. He looked up towards the summit of one of the hills across which the golden sunset lay like a robe of glory before it sank to rest, and murmured softly: Oh, mother dear, if only you could be here now and see this, too, Uncle John is so good, and I will make you, dearest mother, so proud of your boy, and Uncle John and Aunt Mary, for they have been so good to me. Woof! Woof! Gertrude Lewis, '19 Trix settled himself lazily upon the only grass plot in the yard and prepared for sleep. Suddenly he raised his head as he heard a pitter, patter, pitter, patter on the walk. Rising, he went to investigate. Woof! Woof! he said saucily. Woof! Woof! came the equally saucy reply ac- companied by a scratching and clawing at the gate. The gate moved. Trix jumped, prepared to fiee if it should prove to be a bigger dog. To his surprise, noth- ing entered-except an animal-long, low, dark, and Deutsch. Why, Trix ! he joyously cried. I've been hunting you everywhere. Why didn't you come back to visit me? Have you so risen in the stage of culture that you forget your old playmates? No, Heinie, it's not that, he answered sadly. I have not risen in the stage of culture since you knew me. I have rather fallen. Do you remember how happy I used

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24 SPECTATOR Please sir, said the frightened boy, where am I, and could I have my clothes? I must go back, for to- night I was to pay the lady who takes care of me, and she will think I have gone away without paying-an.' I'm not that dishonest. No, my lad, you can't get up yet, but if you like, I will notify the person of whom you speak, that you are all right-or will be so in a few days. As to your ques- tions, you are in the Blackstone Hotel on Michigan Boulevard. I was hunting for a nephew of mine who lives near Twenty-fifth street when I bumped into you, and as I was the cause of your fall, I just sent for the ambulance and brought you to my apartments here. You see, I live in Pennsylvania and as I have come here for only a few days to find my nephew, I am staying at this hotel. Eddie listened intently. He could hardly wait until the speaker finished before he blurted out: Is your nephew's name Edward Hollywood and did his mother die four days ago? Why yes, the man replied. But how do you know all this? Then I'm your nephew Edward, and you're my Uncle John, cried the child excitedly. Oh, l'm so glad, 'cause you're a nice man and I thought you'd be a cranky one. 4' 14 PF 'F Two weeks later a little boy sat watching the beau- tiful scenery from a train window. Oh, Uncle John, he called, as that person came back from the dining car with a large bunch of green grapes. Just think! I won't see good old Chicago again for years. Oh, yes you will, Sonny Jim! I think I like it my- self, even if there aren't hills there. We will go back for a visit next year and go swimming and have a dandy time. But do you realize that Aunt Mary's waiting for you with two jars full of cookies and jam galore? You will go to school and learn to be a great man and make

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ze pg N sPsc'rA'roR to be up at the other house, how I used to run at will and nothing was said about it? How we used to romp on the grass, steal bones and burry them in our flower garden, where the ground was nice and soft? Yes, yes, I remember all that. I remember, too, that you once told me your only unhappiness was your semi-monthly bath. Go on. Well, Heinie, it isn't that way any longer. I'm not the family idol, but am simply an outcast-a common backyard cur! Think of it! Woof! Woof! I could tear even you to pieces when I think of it. Heinie moved uneasily. Well, it all started this way. You remember when we were getting ready to move down here. I was pretty nervous, because once before when we moved, they tried to give me away and I was afraid they might attempt it again. So I tried to keep out of trouble. One day I was wandering through the house, and raising my head, I saw another dog across the room staring at me in the most daring fashion. For a minute I watched. Well, Heinie, every move I made, that dog mimicked me. I rushed at him and -he rushed at me. Then there was a crash. The next thing I knew I was being dragged by one ear into the back yard, where I was given a punish- ment which was shameful. Beside this, I was all cut up and spent the afternoon cleaning cuts and bruises and listening to conversations which seemed to deal with 'mirrors and the actions of that mean dog! I couldn't help it. How was I to know anything about mirrors and reiiections? They had never taken a moment's time to explain such things to me. The next trouble soon came. Last winter, I noticed that the floor where I'd been lying was covered with something white. It worried me. I knew I'd be blamed for it. Well-'mother,' as they call her, came home from somewhere. Spying it, she immediately pointed to me and said, 'It's dog, hair, you're a-sheddinf Think