Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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10 SPECTATOR l Tolcl You So Ethlyn Bauerle, '21 M Old farmer Jones rushed through the house. His hand was bleeding and he was looking in vain for his wife. He called several times, but she did not answer. Bolting through the dining room, he Went to the living room, then to the hall where he stopped to give another call. Maybe she was upstairs! He rushed up three or four steps, stum- bled and bruised his knee. Why wasn't she around when he wanted her, anyway? Just like a woman! He finally reached the top of the steps and began his search again. All went well until he reached the attic door. In his anger, he had forgotten that he had placed a beam above the door which projected downward. A third injury can be record- ed-this time, however, on the farmer's head. Now farmer Jones was head deacon in the little coun- try church, but, for the first time in his life, he expressed his unholy feeling in words. He cursed every one and everything but himself. It was his wife's fault, of course! Just as he reached the climax of his swearing, he heard a sweet cooing voice at the door, Why Ezra, what has happened? Nothing serious, I hope! If you wanted me, Why didn't you come over to Black's. I told you that I was going to a quilting bee. After she had attended to his wounds-his hand had stopped bleeding long ago-and had learned the cause of his bruises and unsual vocabulary, she observed, Well, Ezra Jones, if you had repaired the old barn door, your hand would not have been cut. If you had fixed the front stairs as you promised, you would three months ago, and, if you had any kind of a memory at all, you wouldn't have been hurt. It's your own fault, don't blame me. The next day all the necessary repairs were made without any delay on the part of Ezra Jones!

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SPECTATOR 9 surprise, early as it was, the field was crowded. Several hundred rooters were there from Ellsburg and it seemed as if all Hillton had turned out to witness the game. The opposing team came on the field amid'great cheers. While the throng was hurrying in Betty watched the Ells- burg team play. The chances for Hillton looked very slim. As the Hillton team ran in, the cheer leader yelled- Big Ki Yi for the team! It was given with a will. In a few minutes the teams were lined up-the cheer leader sang out Hillton Locomo- tive. On the kickoff, again the cheerers responded. It seemed that cheering could not be exceeded. The game draggedg twice the opponents had the ball near their goal but each time failed to score. Near the close of the game the ball was near the Hillton goal posts and the team seemed to be at a standstill. Even the cheer leader was mute, when suddenly high above the crowd, arose a fresh, young voice with all the spirit that the enthusiasm of youth could put into it, Score, Hillton, score. Then, from the vast throngs on the side lines, the cry was taken up and carried along. The tired boys caught the inspiration and in the final minute of the game scored a touchdown. The boys of the team were triumphantly carried from the field on the shoulders of the crowd. In the excitement, Betty tried to slip away unnoticed, but friends hurried to her. Many were the compliments she received. Betty was happy, she belonged. -'iluims gal-13g.1g+ bf.: 1? ' ' 'fl .sf 1-W-E. .L

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SPECTATOR 11 lVlr. Grey's l-lallowe'en Marion Smith, '22 At the outskirts of the little village of Glenville there stands an old mansion, stern and forbidding in appearance, but having about it a suggestion of past splendor. As stern and ungracious as the house itself is the old gentleman who dwells within, living alone except for his aged house- keeper. Seldom speaking and seldom seen he is regarded with fear by the children far and near and avoided by grown-ups as well, some of whom express the opinion that he committed a crime and fled fromlthe scene of its occur- rence to the old mansion. It was Hallowe'en, a group of school boys and girls and a few older folks had gathered, determined to have all the fun possible in one short night. Disguised in numerous fashions and equipped with acorns and horns they began their parade through the town, pelting pedestrians and houses with acorns, and creating merriment everywhere by their ridiculous appearance. As they reached the edge of the town, they suddenly grew quiet for their attention was arrested by a light gleam- ing from a window of the old Grey Mansion. Let's sneak up and scare the old man, whispered a bold clown. Agreed, cried several members of the party. O-o-h, shuddered 'Mary, Queen of Scots,' there are sure to be ghosts there especially tonight. Let's go back. Who's afraid? challenged Maria Theresa. The challenge was accepted and in single file they quietly approached and stopped a few feet from the Win- dow where they agreed to scare the old gentleman at a signal from their leader. They went nearer, acorns and horns held in readiness, but the signal did not come. Gazing into the room they saw old Mr. Grey sitting by the fire, a look of peace on his face, while beside him lay a paper which appeared to be a letter. Come away, whispered one in a subdued tone, but it was too late, the man saw them and carne to the window. However, it was not the stern Mr. Grey but a kindly Mr.