Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPECTATOR 15 at Charlie with contemptuous eyes. Again Charlie whitened, but he controlled his temper and with throbbing veins waited for the whistle. It blew, and with encouragement shouted from the side lines, the players ran into the field to finish what looked like a sure defeat for Kumyals. But after the first play everyone knew that something was up . Charlie worked like one possessed. A smile flickered on the coach's face as he muttered, I knew he would do it. . Inch by inch, foot by foot, yard by yard, Kumyals forced Longbuoy back to the thirty-yard line where Charlie broke through and headed for the goal. Conway, the speedy little Longbuoy end, sped after him and tackled him just as he reached the goal, but the force of the tackle threw them both across the goal line. Touchdown, touchdown, touchdowng Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. And business men uptown stopped to listen, so powerful was the shout. At the sound Charlie's heart swelled and tears came to his eyes as he whispered, For good, old Kumyals, but at what a price. He kicked goal just as the whistle blew and was carried off the field, once more a hero. That evening, as several of his closest friends sat in his room talking over the exciting incidents of the game, Roberts, the captain, laughingly asked Charles what had been the matter with him. At this Charlie grew thoughtful, then took a note from his pocket, handed it to Roberts, then walked to the window, too weak to control his emotions. Roberts read: 4 Dear:- ' You were wonderful. lim glad you played, although l was afraid every minute you would be hurt. l..eola. And the fellows nodded understandingly.

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14 SPECTATOR Charlic-3,5 Battle Park Shaffer, 22M Charlie Rittredge sat in his room thinking. That was all that Charlie had been doing for a week. He had heard disquieting news on the -campus. He had seen groups of fellows talking and he knew that he was the subject of the conversation, for upon several occasions he ' had heard, 'iCharlie's lost all his pep. And indeed it seemed true. For the last game with Georgia Training School, Kumyals had won by three points. These were made by Brown's drop-kick from the fifteen yard line. And how that crowd had roared. He could still hear them, i'Brown, Brown, Brown. -Now two days before the championship game with Longbuoy Prep, commonly said to be the best prep team in the eastern part of the country, Charlie was bluer than ever. Coach Blackburn had raved and roared, but he might as well have saved his breath. To roar at Charlie was like roaring at a stone wall, for his words had no effect. A stone- wall, that's what Charlie had been in the olden days. The day for the Longbuoy game came. For fully two hours before the game spectators had been coming. The bleachers and every bit of standing room were filled. The game opened in tense silence. The first quarter ended and the second was just commencing. Longbuoy kicked but recovered almost immediately through a fumble. Kumyals went to pieces and two minutes before the end of the half Longbuoy crossed the 'goal for a touchdown but missed the try for goal after touchdown, making the score 6-0. Charlie had not played. Rutledge, second string quarter- back, had taken his place. But now Rutledgeis wind had played out and he was out of the game for the rest of the day. The only thing the coach could do was to put Charlie in. And he did. But before they went out on the field the coach took Charlie into his private office. No one heard what was said, but when Charlie came out he was very white. The team worked systematically, seeming heartenecl by the presence of their old quarterback, although they all knew he was not working true to form. And the third quarter ended without gain on either side. The coach said nothing but looked

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16 SPECTATOR Principals Page We are all proud of our high school. We are proud of its faculty, the large body of ambitious students, and our splendid school spirit. We are proud 'of our football squad, our band, our enlarged orchestra, our student council and all its other organization as well as our pleasant social life. May all these agencies develop us morally, physically and mentally to a high standard. Let the influence of Johnstown High School always spur us on to better things. Toward this end the Spectator is published. Its purpose is to invite and guide everyone into the inner life of the school. To the new students who are to be with us this term we ex- tend a cordial welcome. We hope that to you the Spectator will be helpful and that it may inspire you to stand and fight for the lofty ideals of our high school. We are proud of what we have clone, but we must not stop here. Our high school is what we make -it. Our imme- diate task is to make it better. If the Spectator promotes that task, it accomplishes its purpose. If the Spectator is not what you think it should be you should do your part to make it better. Write a short article for its pages stating definitely and to the point, how it can be made a better school paper. Its staff invites constructive criti- cisrng but clon't Hknockf' Our high school is proud of its boosters but ashamed of its uknockersu. By means of these articfles the editors will at least get the student viewpoint and possibly this will help them to make its pages more interesting to its thousand, or more, readers. Nothing can stand in the way of a student body that determines to make its publication the first high school paper in the state. Proud of the achievements of the Spectator in the past, may we be justified in our anticipation of even a, better paper for the future. .