Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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18 THE SPECTATOR Among the wheat, answered the woman. Aren't they pretty F Burke was speechless. Steel moved closer to examine the flowers. The wonder shone in his eyes. It can't bef' he said. He received no answer. In a moment Burke broke the silence. Steele, he said softly, you know what those flowers mean. I do, answered the farmer, with a faint trace of a sad smile. - ln two days Burke had burned Steele's wheat crop to the ground. Nothing was left except the charred stalks. Before leaving the expert had a talk with Steele. It is all right, he said. The pest did not spread to the other fields. We checked it just in time. Your crop is gone but the others are saved for England. HI think I can manage to get through the winter, said the farmer. But Florence will have to wait another year for her things. I will wait fifty years if it will help England, said the woman, appearing in the doorway. She carried two glasses and a jug of wine. Here,,' she said, drink to England and think no more of me. Next year we will begin all over. Burke took a glass. To England, he said. Stele was thinking. He had lost his whole year's work. He could not buy his wife what she should have. Then he thought of England. He brought the glass closer to his lips. To England, he repeated. .sim

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THE SPECTATOR 17 A Glanahian Smrritire VVilbert Hoffman, '20 The golden sun was just sinking in the west and casting a ray of brilliant colors over the Saskatchewan wheat lields. The wheat stalks swayed in the slight breeze like a sea. On the doorstep of a cabin sat John Steele, pipe in hand, with a contented look on his face. As he smoked he could hear the clatter of dishes and a cheery song within the cabin. Steele had a right to be happy. It was his first successful year in the wheat lands and if everything went right he would possess a bumper crop. This would be profitable in two ways. First, he could buy his Wife some of the luxuries she deserved, and second, his large crop would help to feed England in her attempt to stop the Hun. 1: :sf ak ik wk ak :nf va wr if It was noon the next day. John Steele had just arrived at the cabin from his daily grind in the fields when Roger Burke, government agricultural expert No. 26, rode up to the door. 4'Glad to see you, Burke, said Steel. Come in and eat with us. I accept the invitation, replied Burke, as he dismounted. He entered the cabin and took a chair. Florence will be here presently, said Steele. She is picking flowers for the table. Your crop looks good, commented Burke. 'All the others I have seen are just the same. That wheat should put some kink in old Hindy's line. Yes, and Florence will be happy, replied the farmer. just then Steele's wife entered. She carried some little yellow ilowers in her arms, which caused Burke to gaze at her in astonishment. Tho-those flowers, said Burke. Where did you get them F 1..- . , .

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THE SPECTATOR V19 A Eirifz Zlmnrrrminn nf Ihr Arrnplanr Rachel Dibert, '21 Mrs. G. VV. Pigeon alighted on top of a bird house and looked about her. None of her friends were in sight. A bird house is not a good place from which to view the surrounding city, so she Hew away in search of the one pigeon she wanted to see and could not find. Across a street, through a back yard, over several house tops she Hew, and there on the curb- stone below her was another pigeon. This pigeon was quite as large as Mrs. G. VV. and equally as good looking, if birds are called good looking in Birddom. Mrs. G. W. Pigeon Hew down and greeted her friend, Mrs. W. B. Pigeon. They exchanged coniidences and then: I must be leaving you, Mrs. White Breasted Pigeon, said Mrs. G. W. Mr, Pigeon promised to patch our nest today and I know he'll never do it unless I remind him. I-Ie wanted to put it off till tomorrow morning, but if the people in this great city intend to have a holiday then, I think we should have one, too. Stay one moment, Mrs. Gray Winged Pigeon, said Mrs. W. B. K'Why are the people having a holiday here? They are not having one in the towns to west of us. Have they beaten another nation of Germans, or has their President declared a holiday ? Mrs. G. W. stared scornfully at Mrs. W. B. Don't you know P she asked. Tomorrow is Victory Jubilee Day. And with that Mrs. W. B. had to be content. wk lk Pk wk af :oc 4: 4: -k 4: Victory jubilee Day dawned bright and clear, and with the dawn all the birds were up. Now every two weeks a meet- ing of the Household Society was held and all lady pigeons were expected to attend, and most of them did. It happened that this was meeting day. Many of the'pigeons wanted the meeting postponed, but Mrs. F. F. Pigeon, who was chairman, had said it didn't matter who was having a holiday, or when they were having it, the meeting would go on. She conceded