Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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5 SPECT-ATOR he was somewhat startled, when, upon entering the doorway, he was greeted by a Hood of beautiful, strange music. Look- ing about him to find the source of the melody, he was sur- prised to see, in a far corner of the room, the most beautiful vision his eyes had ever beheld. It was a young girl, dressed in filmy white and wearing a hat, the pure whiteness of which was a striking background for her jet black hair, and large dark eyes. So absorbed was she in her song, that it was some time before the girl noticed the stranger's presence. Then she broke off and rather apologetically exclaimed, l beg your pardon. I did not see you at first. l love to sing, and the sight of these ruins somehow affected me. Her spoken words sounded fully as musical as her 'song had been. He could hardly refrain from telling her how lovely she looked. He talked with her for a short time, and gathered that she sang in public places for a living, her mother and father having died when she was quite young. For weeks after this, Edward and the girl met quite often at the ruins, and her beauty and depth of character made him love her more each day. One day, when as usual, he visited the place, to his great surprise, the girl was not there. Nor did he see her again during his stay in Rome. After he returned to America, Edward tried to forget the girl, as he had forgotten many a chance acquaintance. But try as he would, he could not. Night after night he visited theatres, operas, and various public places, hoping that he might find her. For he remembered that she had often spoken of coming to America. It was a hard task, for he had had no occasion to ask the girl's name, and did not know for whom to inquire. One night, when he had almost given up hope of ever seeing her again, he was in his fatheris office while the radio was playing. Suddenly a beautiful, strange melody flooded the room. l-lis heart almost stood still-it was the song she had.. sung. He rushed out of the office, and lost no time, in finding out the girl's whereabouts. l-le found her at the N. D. K. A. Radio Station, where he met her after her performance. When she left the station he impetuously rushed up to her. She recognized him at once,

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SPECTATOR 7 QZOJIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllltlIllIIIIlIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIKJIIIIIIllllllllllllllIIIIllIIIIIlIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKI2 ':' UNIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIJHIIIIlllllIIlIlIIIIIlIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIIlllllIllIIIIIHIIIIIIIHHIIIIIQS The Bluebird of Happiness Edward Hawkins, 24M Summer has drooped her pretty head, The barns receive their loads of hay, The autumn leaves are turning red, The bluebird wings its homeward way. Bluebird! You are a blithesome soul: You have caroled all summer long, But now that earth's in winter role, No more the woods echo your song. But yet there soars o'er Johnstown High, Tho' Mother E.arth's in autumn dress, Two symbols fair against the sky, The bright bluebirds of happiness. The Peculiar Song Evelyn Nelson, 22M Edward Dupont was, in his estimation, the happiest young man in the world. Yet, but a few hours ago he had aimed no higher than to go on touring Europe, which pastime was no especial treat for Edward, for he had toured Europe several times before with his father, a wealthy manufacturer. .What could have changed his gloomy aspect to one of such a rosy hue? Nothing more than the simple reason that he had fallen in love. Only that morning, his father having left him alone, he had strolled over to the southern part of the town to view a so-called haunted house. Edward Dupont was, by no means, a superstitious young mang but, in spite of himself,

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SPECTATOR 9 and her delight at seeing him proved that his affections were, in some degree, returned. . On the way home, Edward told the girl how he had perpetually sought her, since the morning of her disappear-I ance. She told him that she, too, had sought him, and con- fessed that she loved him fully as well as he loved her. After they had reached her home, Edward bade her good- night, but quickly turned back and laughingly exclaimed, Hjovel l forgot to ask you your name! lncidents of My Trip to California With the 6th District Rotary J. Earl Opperman, '23 The Sixth District Rotary Special which carried the Ro- tarians of the Pittsburgh district to the annual convention in Los Angeles, macle its first stop for a sight-seeing trip at Den- ver, Colorado. Denver is an important city, but the interest of our party centered in the trip to Lookout Mountain because of its association with Colonel Cody, better know to the American boy and girl as Buffalo Bill. When '-Buffalo Bill died a few years ago, it was his desire to be buried on the highest point of Lookout Mountain. His wish was carried out to the letter. The point selected is over 9,000 feet above sea-level. It commands a wonderful view of the surrounding country, for a short distance from the grave there is a sheer drop of several thousand feet. The grave itself is very simple. The monument is made of plain cobble-stones set in cement. The grave has a border of stone which is filled in with cement, the whole being surrounded by an iron fence. The inscription on the monument reads: ln Memoriam COL. WILLIAM FREDERICK CODY Buffalo Bill Noted Scout and lndian Fighter Born-Feb. 28, IS45, Scott County, lowa. Died-jan. IO, 1917, Denver, Colorado. The vicinity of the grave was Buffalo Bill's headquarters during most of his career as an lndian fighter. Near the