Vandergrift High School - Spectator Yearbook (Vandergrift, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1921 volume:

THE SPECTATOR D. Hirshberg “The Quality” Furniture Store “Can and Will Sell you for Less.” The Furniture Store that gives you a “Square Deal.” Our dignified Credit offers every House-keeper an opportunity to furnish the home on the different payment Plan, “Easy to Buy” “Easy to Pay.” Come in and get acquainted. We will entertain you with the Best Music and our Records will please you. D. HIRSHBERG Phone 596 147 Grant Avenue A. W. LOVE 200 Longfellow Street Vandergrift, Pa. REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Our line of CONFECTIONERY, ETC. is not surpassed in town. 2 THE SPECTATOR { Wholesale Retail Dealers j STAR THEATRE in Foreign and Domestic Fruits ! Nuts, Green Goods, Oranges, j { Lemons, Bananas, Peaches, j Apples, and Potatoes. Our Specialties ! 142-144-146 Columbia Ave. { Phone 139-A-l 235 Longfellow Avenue { Phone 259 CALDERONE FRUIT CO. { 2 i Monday—Tuesday, March 21-22, May Allison in “The Marriage of William Ashe” By Mrs. Humphrey Ward Wed.,—Thurs.,—Friday, March 23-4-5 Vera Gordon, Star of Humoresque,” and Thos. Santschi in “The North Wind’s Malice” By Rex Beach Saturday, March 26, Jack Pickford in “The Man Who Had Everything. From the Saturday Evening Post. Monday—Tuesday, March 28-9, Viola Dana’s Latest Scream:— “The Off-Shore Pirate” BILLIARDS BOWLING Best Game Known Increases Vigor Lightens Labors Leaves the Mind Clear Ideal for Recreation Allays Tired Feeling Rebuilds Vitality Dispenses Pleasure Simple to Play Blocks Indigestion Overcomes Brain Fatigue Wholesome Recreation Lengthens Life Insures Good Health Necessary for “Pep” Guards the System Brideson Lace You Will Find This Store With Everything New and Up-to-Date in Easter Toggery CLOTHING, FURNISHINGS, HATS, SHOES Louis Landau Grant Avenue Phone 216 THE SPECTATOR 3 j 1 GIRLS’ HAIR BOBBING CENTRAL BARBER SHOP Phone 166-R i j REAL VALUES IN FOOTWEAR Come in and look them over. ; j The Whitehouse Shoe Store 117 Grant Avenue EASTER CLOTHES Everything from Silk Hose to the newest Silk Dresses in Canton Crepe, Taffeta, etc. Allison Dry Goods Co. Grant Ave. Vandergrift HA ! HA! Joe Sack of Shoe Hospital is on the job again. I will make your old shoes look like new. TRY ME ! 175 Columbia Ave. W. C. TOMLINSON For Druggist First Class Prescriptions accurately HAIR-CUTTING compounded by Registered Pharmacists —Come To— only CLAWSON BORLAND Phone 20 SERVICE—“That’s Us” 130 Grant Avenue Vandergrift • 4 THE SPECTATOR IRIS in CASINO ITheater t ie j Building Monday and Tuesday March 21-22 } A First National Attraction King Vidor Presents J “THE JACK KNIFE MAN” —Also— J Mack Sennett Comedy ! “THE QUACK DOCTOR” And Bruce Screenics Fox News ------------------------- I Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, March 23-24-25. ! Thomas H. Ince presents Charles Ray in ! “ALARM CLOCK ANDY” A show that “goes off” for • an hour and a quarter! And • gains speed every minute. • The smashing tale of a stut-{ tering salesman who starts • to work like thirty cents and { arrives in love like a million ! dollars. With the wonderful { Ray, fun, struggle, charm, sympathy—tugging at your { heart. Better come early! : —Also— } Special Comedy and Chester Outing—Kinograms News • ------------------------ Saturday, March 26 ! Wm. Fox presents Tom Mix In “THE TEXAN” Also Special Comedy ! “The Ball Room Romeo” And Kinograms News Weekly. ARMSTRONG FURNITURE CO. “THE KISKI VALLEY HOME BEAUTIFIERS” HOOSIER KITCHEN CABINET The Biggest Selling Kitchen Cabinet in America. The Hoosier is planned to give women all the elbow room they need. There are no partitions to crowd, clutter and annoy. Hoosier designers perfected the first really satisfactory roll door. This door is the only one that can be instantly removed for cleaning. Funeral Directors and Embalmers THE SPECTATOR 5 DO IT NOW! j WE Wash Order that new SINGER } EVERYTHING All styles of Woodwork WASHABLE Reasonable terms and prices j —Try Us— Singer Sewing Machine } Store Vandergrift Laundry R. H. Sturgeon, Prop. • Phone 58 1 SMITH’S First Class Lunch Room } SIMCO TOOTH PASTE Short Orders Sandwiches of all kinds —Better than the Best— GILCHRIST DRUG CO. 306 Longfellow Street Open All Hours i i • Vandergrift, Pa. i j i ! Established 1901 PHILLIPS ANDES j i j 1 1 i Mary Edna McKim 1 Jewelers - Ophthalmologists VOICE CULTURE j Special attention given to j Students’ Eyes. 105 Jefferson Avenue 132 Grant Avenue Phone 275 j Phone 356-R 6 THE SPECTATOR Friendship’s Easter Gift- Your Photograph PLANK THE PHOTOGRAPHER 136 Washington Ave. Phone 401-A If an approximate knowledge of the respective principles, (propositions, axioms, corollaries) upon which harmony, harmonic analysis, countei'point, canon, fugue, composition, mathematics, (algebra both elementary and advanced, trigonometry, calculus, differential equations) and elementary mathematical acoustics are respectively based, is wanted or craved for: if music arranged for .any instrument is needed; if an approximate explanation of anything phenomenal or on-toligical that is classified into the realm of music is wanted or craved for; consult the person whose identification may be obtained by the following impressions. JOSEPH MANGO Phone 460-J. Box 382 Vandergrift, Pa. KISKI THEATRE MONDAY AND TUESDAY, MARCH 21-22 J. Warren Kerrigan and his own Company in “THE COAST OF OPPORTUNITY” Added Attraction “THE SON OF TARZAN” Popular Photo Plays Always THE SPECTATOR 7 The Gainaday Electric Washer and the Hoover Suction Sweeper go through the world hand in hand. Try them, they will lighten your daily labor. FREE TRIAL. Easy payments if desired. DO IT ELECTRICALLY The Electric Shop Phone 351 176 Columbia Ave. Vandergrift, Pa. OUR SPRING LINE OF PRINTZESS SUITS AND COATS ARE HERE FOR YOUR INSPECTION. The Ladies Bazaar THE STORE ACCOMODATING 8 THE SPECTATOR The Great Voice of Caruso, and other Artists will Resound Forever in the homes that own VICTROLAS Some day you, too, will own a Victrola—why not today, so that the pleasure may begin at once. Come to Benjamin’s Music Store today, large stock, all the popular styles and models are here to choose from, ranging in price from $25.00 to $300.00, each identified by the famous Victor Dog trade mark. Easy payments arranged. All the latest dance and popular records always in stock. Player Pianos at very lowest prices. BENJAMIN’S MUSIC STORE WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE HYDE PARK GLOVE COMPANY—MAKERS OF THE GOOD LEATHER PALM GLOVE WITH THE STRAP ON THE BACK. J. A. Stickel, Notary Public W. A. McGeary, Notary Public. Stickel McGeary Real Estate and Insurance I. 0. 0. F. Building, Grant Ave. P. A. Phone 48 Automobile, Horse, Plate Glass, Liability, and. Boiler Insurance. Marriage, Automobile, Hunting and Dog Licenses Issued at this Office. THE SPECTATOR 9 THE SPECTATOR VOL. 3 SPRING NUMBER, 1921 No. 2. Published during the school term by students of Vandergrift High School. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ..... ASSOCIATE EDITOR .... LITERARY EDITOR ..... TREASURER ........... BUSINESS MANAGER .... ADVERTISING MANAGER FACULTY ADVISOR ..... .... K. Thompson, ’21 .... Evelyn Love, ’21 Grace M. Johnston, ’21 ....Leroy Levinson, ’21 ........Ted Henry, ’21 ....Edward Poole, ’21 .........Ethel Finley ASSISTANT EDITORS SCHOOL NOTES ... SENIOR NOTES ... JUNIOR NOTES ___ SOPHOMORE NOTES FRESHMAN NOTES . ART EDITORS .... ATHLETICS ...... EXCHANGES ...... SMILES ......... —.....Paul Newell, ’21 ......Ruth Lucas, '21 .......Mary Culp, ’22 Madaline Shaffer, ’23 .....Ena Buckley, ’24 .......Sara Love, ’22 ....Sue McGregor, ’22 ...Olive G. Epsy, ’21 Lois Woodmansee, ’21 ...Orpha Brinker, ’21 “Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?’’ ‘There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.” —From Bryant’s “The Gladness of Nature.” 12 THE SPECTATOR GREETINGS REETINGS, readers; and thank you for the support you have rendered in your purchase of this copy. We have striven to make this edition of “The Spectator” superior to those published previously and we believe we have accomplished our end. Therefore, it will be a matter of great interest to you to examine the “Spectator” carefully. Whatever success our paper may meet this year is due to the splendid willingness and eagerness with which the students respond to the requirements of the work; and to the prompt support of the business houses that have so kindly used our paper as a medium of advertising. We heartily recommend these firms to you, our patrons, and hope that you will favor them, as well as us, by your patronage. We take this opportunity to thank you for whatever aid and support you have given toward the success of “The Spectator” in its past publications —G. H. H., ’21. OUR AIMS O I have any aims in life? If so, are they of the kind that will uplift me and make me the better for having them? This question should be ever present in the minds of students. After all, what is an aim ? Are we moving along, day by day, with no particular object or purpose in mind—simply drifting? Are we coming to school day after day just as a pastime or because someone says that we should? If this is the only motive we have, out time is wasted; more than that— it is lost. What we need and must have, if we wish to become a success, is a certain goal, toward which we are continually striving. Just remember that “good enough” never makes real progress and often degenerates into shiftlessness. “What should be the character of our aims?” you may ask. Look at the life of Abraham Lincoln. Do you think that if his aims had not been of the highest standard, he could have risen to be the great man he was—the most beloved man in the heart of the American people. Everyone should have the ambition to do well whatever he does. Don’t take as your motto, “better than someone else” but “perfection” thus holding yourself responsible for a higher standard than is expected of you. But of what use are aims if we simply keep them before us but mak'e no effort to live up to them? What we need is the determination to carry out or unfold our thoughts and plans. Unless we have this, our lives may be considered as failures. The most successful people are those who have but one object in view and then pursue it with untix-ing persistence. It has been said that pei-haps the most valuable i-esult of education is the ability to make youi-self do the thing you have to do when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not. In our daily lives when there is so much opportunity for helping our neighbor, thus enobling ourselves, let us have in mind always that “where there’s a will thei-e’s a way.” Then I am sure success will be awaiting us somewhere in the future. “Companionship with an ideal, Becomes the highest of delight: Makes dream and aspiration real And keeps life ever on the heights.” —EVELYN LOVE, ’21. THE SPECTATOR 13 YOUR VIEW OF LIFE The Spectator Board has asked Mr. Omo to write an editorial, believing that it would serve as an inspiration to the students. He has kindly prepared the following article: F all the things that directly or indirectly affect your success in life, as well as your own personal happiness, nothing is of such importance as your view of Life. It gives coloring to your every act. It is the background from which other things must take their tint. It shapes your views and determines your actions unconsciously upon hundreds of the less important things of life. It makes you a longfaced pessimist, sour and grouchy, or it makes you an optimist, bright and cheery. One’s view of life is not always entirely his own choosing. It may be affected by health, family, friends or success, but one’s view of life can be consciously cultivated. Your view of life changes the complexion of the things about you. It puts spirit and energy into the most humdrum tasks. A necessary work is an honorable work. Do that which your ability and your environment makes necessary. Do it with cheer-fullness and a will. Envy mo man his success until you are willing to pay for it what he has paid. By paying the, price you can win success for yourself. But success is not always measured in dollars and cents. Teach yourself to view life and labor n its broader light, and you will have found the philosopher’s stone that dignifies labor well done, and draws pleasure from any honorable occupation. To deify your own work is the way to get pleasure and growth out of it. Forget as far as possible the daily wage you will get for your service. Let the carpenter see himself helping to build and improve the homes of mankind and he is ashamed of shoddy work. The student and professional man should look upon his work as a preparation and a service for his fellowman. The teamster with his load of coal, dirty and begrimed though he may be, should forget his toil and drudgery in the conviction that he is helping humanity to keep warm, while in turn he is earning an honest living and the comforts of home life for himself and family. Each individual should feel that in whatever field of work he is called to serve, he will do that work efficiently and well, putting all his energy and ability into it to make it a success. You get out of life what you put into it. Measure and it is measured back to you. Joy, sunshine, cheerfullness, obedience; these are reflections of yourself. The brighest colors, the most beautiful harmonies, are selfcreated products of one’s own mind. We see what we look for, we hear what we listen for, we get what we give. We must lose our life in our work if we are to find it again renewed and more fruitful in the lives of those with whom we work. See good in everybody and the goodness in them will rise up then to greet the goodness in us. Have beauty in your own life and you shall see beauty in the life about you—the rainbow, the storm cloud, the landscape, the sparrow’s song, the brooklet’s ripple, will all find an inspiring response in our own natures. Grouch and the world is grouchy, find fault and others will find fault. Distrust and others will not have confidence in you. The world and all around about us is one huge miiTor from which our own image is being reflected back to us. If we want to change the image begin to consciously build up in ourselves a bigger, brighter view of life and we shall begin to see bigger, brighter, better images reflected back to us. As a student and as a citizen, learn to look on life with a healthy optimism. Get a world view of humanity in its progress. Recognize yourself as a force infinitely small perhaps, but a necessary force in the triumphant march. Dollars and cents arc necessary to you to fill to perfection this place—but over and above all money, sweeter and more lasting is the good you can do, the pleasure you can inspire, the lives you can reach, the kindlier feelings you can cultivate in those with whom you must live and work. To see life in its largest views, to live life on a higher plane, to lift others to this larger life, is the opportunity that is before you. Make well of your time and opportunity. —C. H. OMO. 14 THE SPECTATOR MANNERS TAUGHT AT HOME F at home vulgarity rules, no school can be trusted to make its children anything but vulgar. The American teachers deplore the American parents’ way of praising as “cute” and “clever” ugly tricks of conduct. Even so at home, masters and mistresses have been heard to lament that the wholesome influence of school and schoolfellows is often destroyed by the extravagance of home life. When we are so busy in overhauling our educational system and demanding more and more of the schools and teachers, it is worth while to remember that the home and the parents also have work to do. —COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT. THE SPECTATOR 15 THE EASTER LILY (A Legend) HE sun was setting in all its glory over the ancient city of Jerusalem. The last rays played over the roofs of the houses and tinged the clay with gold. The olive grove, wherein I was standing with my guide, was flecked with the sun and the shadows. The breeze murmured softly through the leaves above us and seemed peaceful. I turned to my companion and studied him intently as he puffed at his pipe. His long silvery hair hung to his shoulders. His grey eyes were kind and dreamy. A long white beard flowed over his chest, and somehow, he seemed to fit in with the calm scene about us. He was obviously of the Old World, so much so, indeed, that he seemed to be an old Biblical patriarch come back to earth. Something in his manner made me thoughtlessly say, “Tell me a story,” but instantly I gasped at my own audacity and was ready to apologize when I saw him take his pipe from his mouth preparator y to speaking. “I will tell you an old Eastern legend,” said he, gravely, “It was told to me by my father who heard it from his father and so on, back through the ages. When I die, my son will tell it to his children and they to theirs, on till the end of time.” “Many years ago,” he began softly, slowly, “There lived in a far distant kingdom, a young and beautiful princess. Tall and fair was she with wide, sky blue eyes, cheeks like pink roses, lips like ripened cherries and long, heavy, golden hair. It was her hair which gave her her name, Sunhead. Now it happened, when the princess was yet but a little girl, that a traveler entered this secluded kingdom, and being called upon to give the news of the outer world, told the king, the queen and the Princess Sunhead of a young man who was performing miracles, in a land far to the eastward. The man was called Christ, he told them, and was said to be the king of the Jews. As the traveler stayed many days at court he told Sunhead much about Christ. At last he went away, but he promised to come back the next year and tell them more about the wonderful boy in whom they were all greatly interested. As he had promised, the traveler returned the next year and yet the next, until Sunhead became accustomed to watching for him with each Spring-tide. The traveler told her how Christ healed the sick, raised the dead and did so many other good works. Gradually there grew in Sunhead’s loving heart, a burning desire to see and speak to this wonderful man. At last in her nineteenth year she determined to go and seek Christ. She told her mother and father of her purpose and although they did not wish her to venture upon so long a journey alone, they at last gave their consent, since she remained firm in her purpose. She started, early one morning, not in a grand coach with a magnificient retinue, but on foot and alone. On the second day of her journey she came upon a young maiden, sitting on a bank by the roadside, weeping. “Why do you weep?” asked Sunhead gently. “Why do I weep! I am all alone in the world! Nobody loves me! Nobody wants me! Why should I not weep?” cried the forlorn maiden, bitterly. 16 THE SPECTATOR Then the princess seated herself beside her and told her of Christ and of God, the Father of Christ. “The golden sun, high in the blue heavens, the emerald green fields, the verdant woods, the moon, the stars, you and I are all his. I am going to seek him. Will you come along with me? It is lonely traveling by one’s self and I should so like to have you with me.” The other girl looked at her with big, luminous eyes. “I will go with you” she breathed. “I will be your companion from now on until death. Let us go!” And the two continued on their way. At last after many weary months journey they came to the country where Jesus was supposed to be at that time. They inquired for Him and found that He had gone way into the adjoining land, several days before. They followed Him on and on until when He entered Jerusalem on Palm Sunday they were still a five days journey behind. Nearer and nearer drew the time of the crucifixion; and nearer and nearer Jerusalem struggled the weary girls. Through all their disappointments they had bom up bravely, always with the hope of seeing Jesus soon. At last, on the fateful Friday, they entered Jerusalem and arrived at Calvary just as their Master died. Sunhead looked long and steadily at the calm white figure above on the cross; stayed there until darkness drew down over the land. But her eyes saw nothing, her ears heard nothing, for her heart and soul were numb with agony, and her brain could think only, “Too late! Too late! Too late!” So fearful, so terrible was the look on her beautiful face that her companion did not dare disturb her. Then as Mary and the Disciples came and took away the dear body, Sunhead cried out, and sinking to the ground buried her face in her hands and sobbed. As the pale moon came up over the sleeping city of Jerusalem, she arose and said to her companion, “Come!” and without a word she went with her. Together they glided past darkened houses, past shadowy vineyards and sleeping palm groves on until they came to the tomb of Jesus. Here they sat down and mourned for the Master they loved so well. . Far into the night they wept and on through the next day. But on Sunday morning, as the sun arose in glory from its golden bed, a great light shone from the sky and an Angel of God descended to the stone door and rolled it away. As he did so he cried to the sad drooping maidens, “Lift your heads and be glad, for Christ is not dead but on this morn shall rise again.” Slowly, increduously, the little princess and her companion lifted their heads and as they did so they changed to beautiful plants with long slender stalks on the top of which were great, sweet scented blossoms. And the angel called them Easter lilies because they had blossomed on Easter day.” Thus my guide ended his story and we stood for a long time in silence looking out through the twilight to the east where a great silver crescent was showing over the dark rim of the world, and I thought, “What a beautiful legend about our most beautiful of flowers, the pure, white Easter Lily.” —MADALENE SHAFFER, ’23. SPRING VOICES “£aw! Caw!” says the crow, “Spring has come again, I know; For as sure as I am born, there is a farmer planting corn. I shall breakfast there, I trow, long before his corn can grow.” “Quack! Quack!” says the duck; “Was there ever such good luck! Spring has cleared the pond of ice, and the day is warm and nice, Just as I and Goodman Drake thought we’d like a swim to take.” “Croak! Croak!” says the frog, as he leaps out from the bog; “The earth is warm and fair; spring is here, I do declare! Croak! Croak! I love the spring; come, little birds, come and sing.” —JOSEFHINE SHEPI.ER, ’22. THE SPECTATOR 17 THE SPIRIT OF THE WILD VERHEAD in a leaden sky, the declining sun heatless, cheerless, giving out sickly rays, discouraging and heartless. Westward, a bank of heavy, black rolling clouds; awesome and terrible, a background for lurid flashes of jagged lightning. Eastward, the icepack, rearing its hoary locks and jagged countenance far above the ground. Ahead, to the north, boundless space, unknown and unfathomable. Behind, the forgotten Southland, trackless except for the line of a sled, stretching, it seemed, into infinity. All this, the man saw as he stood and gazed, and even as he looked, a straying snowdrop twinkled before his eyes, and roused him from his revery. He walked quickly to the sled and bent over. “Wake up!” he called cheerily. “We are going to have a storm.” From the blankets a wan face smiled up into his. The smile revealed gums that were spotted and blotched. A weak voice answered, “Wish I could help, Kit.” There was wistfullness and yearning in the voice, but also courage. “Don’t you fret. We’ll get to Mullen soon ami then the doctor will have you on your feet in a jiffy.” But big strong Kit Lake had to turn quickly to hide the traces of moisture in his eyes, for he knew that his partner, little Irish Connell, was very sick. Not for worlds he thought, as he busied himself with the tent, would he have this spunky man know that they were lost in the boundless wastes of Alaska They had started, grubstaked, from Dawson for the gold fields two hundred miles distant, a matter of seven days journey with good traveling. Two days out Irish had falen ill with scurvy, and Kit had at once determined to take him to Mullen, a settlement not far to the north. He had turned bravely from the beaten track, but now, after three days, he knew that he was lost. But he must get his partner to civilization. Only vegetables would save him. A dozen potatoes, or—but where could one get potatoes in this wilderness ? He gave it up, and hastened to get all snug for the storm. He had stopped at this point because of a big dead tree which lay in his road. He must have firewood, so had not ventured beyond it. Soon he had a merry blaze crackling in the sheet-iron stove, and Irish ensconced comfortably in a chair contrived from the sled. He took out a stick of baked beans, frozen stiff, and chopped of a goodly hunk. He still had plenty of provisions, he reflected, as he melted snow and placed the stick of beans within the kettle. After he had tossed the dogs a meal of salmon, he closed the tent flap and the men attacked the meal. Irish, as always, was cheerful, in spite of his sickness. “How far to Mullen?” he asked eagerly, when they were well started on their meal. “We should be there soon” Kit replied, but for the life of him, he could not prevent the note of discouragement from creeping into his voice. “Kit,” Irish was earnest, “For all your college education you can’t fool me. We’re lost. I’ve suspected it all day. Now what’re we going to do about it?” Kit was silent. He was gazing into the eyes of Black-beard, his favorite dog. He saw mirrored there all the secrets of the wild, all the unfathomable thought and ambitions of a dog. “I wonder,” he murmured, “if a dog has a soul. It seems that Blacky’s trying to tell me something.” “It’s a hunch. Ride it!” Irish exclaimed. Just then the dog got up, looked mournfully at Kit, and pointed his nose to the west. “Kit!” yelled Irish, forgetting his pain, “When the storm lets up, you go west. It’s a hunch, and hunches never fail!” “I’ll do it,” answered Kit. “And now let’s hit the hay.” Long that night Kit lay awake, listening to the swish of snow and the sobbing of the winds, whispering to him of things which he could not grasp. Then sleep came........... He woke suddenly. The storm has ceased and a strange light quivered over the tent. He arose and went outside. Above his head the Aurora Borealis sank and rose, shooting out pale streamers of fire, then subsiding to a dim glow, mysterious and impalpable. The dogs were restless, as always when the Midnight Sun flamed overhead. Kit quieted them, then went back to his bunk and slept, while over him hung the brooding influence of the Aurora. 18 THE SPECTATOR The next morning he was away shortly after dawn, into the vast plain which was the west. They traveled without stop, except for meals. Kit was compelled to go ahead on snowshoes to “pack trail” for the dogs. It was hard and slow going, even to his power-ful muscles. Irish chattered gaily, for, now that they were on the trail of a “hunch” he was happy. A week passed. Their food was low, but still they traveled westward. Irish was raving now but he raved only that they keep going west. In three days they had not a scrap of grub left, but still, inexorably they traveled westward. Kit felt that he was walking in a dream. His legs refused to move, but still his indomitable will kept him going. Through a nightmare of swirling snow and sleepless nights, he trudged on, driving the dogs only by word. He was too weak to use a whip. He felt as though he were fate itself fearless, irrisistable, indomitable. He stumbled, rose, and fell again. Dimly he realized that he had stumbled over something hard. He struggled to his feet, and, gropingly, like a babe, he made his way to the sled. He rester a moment, then staggered to examine the object. It was a man. As in a dream, he wondered where the man’s sled was, and what had killed him. He looked well fed. Kit raised his arm, only to find the entire body move with it. He was frozen. As he raised the man, he noticed that underneath was a package. He tried to raise it. It was fastened. Suddenly he knew. It was the man’s sled, covered with snow. Blunderingly he cut the strings, and found food. In an hour he was well rested and fed, and though still weak, he examined the contents of the sled. He wished he could wake Irish, but since he slept, Kit let him rest. At the very bottom of the sled-load, he came across a sack. Without interest, he cut it open. He thrust in his hand and drew out a hard, round object. A potato! Next morning Irish was rational, and both felt better. Kit stuffed his partner with potatoes until he threatened to get up and lick Kit. “But,” said Kit, “What I want to know is, —where is Mullen?” “Don’t know. Don’t care. Just travel westward.” And they did. Two days later they felt that surely they were insane. It was morning, just before the sun rose, and they suddenly saw the entire horizon lift up like the sides of a saucer. They had never seen a mirage, so were puzzled. Then, as it continued to rise, Kit saw, straight ahead, a small stream. “We’ll get to that stream, anyhow, and get a drink of good water. Snow melted in a pot is not much good,” Kit observed. When they got there, two days later, Irish was well enough to take his turn at driving. The sack of potatoes had worked wonders. They first started a fire, then commenced to make some, good coffee from the pure sparkling water. As Irish bent over to dip up a cupful of the “prohibition,” as he called water, he stalled then let out a yell and began to dance wildly. Then suddenly he was laid out on his back, with Kit astride, and was sputtering and choking over a mouthful of crushed potatoes. “Hey!” he yelled, when he had got his mouth cleared. “What the—glub, glub!” By a supreme effort he rolled free from the muscular Kit, and was gesticulating excitely toward the stream, when Kit again charged him. He eluded his partner, and having cleared his mouth the second time, advised Kit, with some strong adjectives, to look in the creek. Kit looked, not once, but thrice, then again made a dash for Irish, but this time to grasp his hand in a grip which made that worthy young gentleman howl with pain. “Irish, I sure thought for a while that you had gone off again!” he exclaimed. When Irish could get his voice, he said, “Old man, Rockerfeller is a blame dub compared to us. That’s Fading Brook, that the Indians used to talk of. Say, I’m crazy. Anything’s nothing, I’m not, the world’s not, the moon is a perforated egg-crate, and we’re bang-up millionaires. The bed of that creek is virgin gold by the nugget. It must run through a lode somewhere. We’ll take enough back to Dawson to get a big grubstake, and then we will come back and work this claim. “But where is Dawson?” THE SPECTATOR 19 “Directly south. The Indians used to say that one hundred miles north of Dawson was a stream which ran through a mother lode, and which was paved with gold. Nobody believed it, but here it is. And look! See those two trees up there? I hereby rechristen this stream Twin Trees! What Ho! To Dawson.” And two nights later, as they settled to sleep only twenty miles out from Dawson, Irish turned over and called softly, “Kit!” Kit rolled over sleepily and queried, “Well?” “Kit,” Irish admonished wisely, “Alius follow your hunches to the last ditch!” And outside the Aurora Borealis flamed, augmented, then faded toa dim, ethereal glow........................ J. A. BREIG. THE FIRST TULIP ANY moons ago there lived on the plains a peaceful and easy-go-happy tribe of Indians. They had no real name but they possessed great wealth in their young braves and famous chief. The chief, White Rock, was known far and wide. His fame had been chanted by the ancient tribes of the Dacotas, by the young Sioux, and by others of great renown. Even the birds sang of his glory, the little animals of the forest gossiped about his splendor, and all nature seemed to know of the wisdom of “White Rock.” All were friendly witn this chief for none could be otherwise. in the harvest moon, full fifteen years before had been borne, a lovely papoose, Nono-shosho, the Spirit of the Dawn. She was now very beautiful, a tall slender maiden, the fairest of her tribe. White Rock loved her; Lone Star, her mother worshipped her. She seemed, indeed, the Spirit of Dawn to Lone Star who would ask the great Spirit to protect this fair maiden and to make her journey to the Happy Hunting Grounds, to the Land of the Hereafter, far distant and many moons away. It was in the early spring-time and everything around the camp was peaceful and in tune with the haunts of the new season. Trees were again robed in emerald dress, and the birds chirped all day long as they built their tiny homes. Grass grew in the open places and here and there the pink wild rose showed its delicate bloom and the never changing blue forget-me-not gently swayed in rhythm to the soft sighing of the timid winds on their daily journeys. All nature was happy again and so was pink cheeked Nonoshosho. She roamed the forests about her rustic home and not a bird far or wide was happier than she. She watched the braves leaving for the chase, she saw their returning and what they had secured but never did she think of that. Her mind was free, free as the clear waters of the brooklet which bubbled through the grasses on its never ending journey. One day when the braves had left for the hunt and the squaws were gossiping around their wigwams, Nonoshosho slipped quietly from her father’s lodge and with swift steps sped into the forest until she came to a mossy couch beneath a chestnut tree. This was her favorite play house or dream castle. It was here that she could converse with nature and learn the works which pleased the Great Spirit. Today she seemed more thoughtful than usual and her hitherto joyous laughter was quenched with tears. As she cried she thought of the words which White Rock had spoken to Lone Star the night before. He had told her of a youth with flying feathers who had asked him for the hand of Nonoshosho and that he had consented to the marriage because it would mean for him a greater glory. Nonoshosho did not approve of her father’s words but what could she do as his word was law. Still she wept nor did her tears cease when the golden lights of day lengthened into silvery shades of eventide. The Great Spirit of her fathers, who had been about her always, looked down upon her from the white moon, which shone so dimly through the trees. Pitying Nonoshosho he opened his great heart of love and poured his beams of understanding upon the maiden. Her tears ceased, she arose, her long green dress falling in folds about her and her white face gleaming in the radiance of the Great Spirit. When the morning sun broke in all its splendor o’er the village of White Rock, all was confusion about the lodge. Where could the Chief’s daughter be ? Far and wide they searched but always returned without the beloved Nonoshosho. To this day she has not been found, but under a great chestnut tree, from among 20 THE SPECTATOR some soft green mosses grows a tall slender white flower, wonderously beautiful. Its white face seems waxy in the moonlight, gloriously pure in the sunshine. The green leaves cling in fine folds. It grows in the forests and in well kept gardens. Often can be seen the tiny dew drops, like tears on the white petals. And so came to earth the tulip, given by the Great Spirit who wills that all shall be joyous, and all his people happy. —SARA FREDERICK, ’23. A RIDE ON A RAFT EE, wished I’d a went with Aunt Kate to Swissvale,” muttered a small boy, seated on a large rock on the bank of a muddy pool. The child waa dressed in a worn blue dotted blouse, and the knees of his trousers were patched with bits of blue calico. Golden hair was seen peeping from under his dusty hat, while his blue eyes were watching a frog on the opposite side of the pond. “Why Tommy Greene,” exclaimed a little girl sitting on the sand with her feet in the water. This was Grace Jack, commonly known in the “alley” as Grade. “You jist ought to be ’shamed of yourself. A big boy like you, frettin’ cause you hain’t allowed to go a-visitin’ folks. My ma says ’at when I grow big I kin jist go any where’s that I please, an I kin wait that long.” “Spect I kin go away then, too,” answered Tommy in a tone of disgust,” but gee whiz! I’m gettin’ awful tired waitin’ to grow big. My brother Alex said it took him an awful long time to grow big, and besides I get so tired jist sittin’ around.” “I don’t,” returned Grade. “Well, if I played with them old rags 'at you call dolls, I don’t reckon I would get tired either.” And poor Tommy Green looked like a disgusted sailor on a stormy sea. The two children sat quietly for a short time until a small piece of bark floated past, then Gracie joyfully suggested: “Tommy I know what let’s do, let’s make a raft.” She looked at the boy with eyes wide with inspiration. “Gee Gracie, you’re almost as good as a boy,” exclaimed Tommy as he came down from his thi'one and sat beside her. “There’s some boards up in Farmer Brown’s, ’at would jist go swell. We could swipe a couple and not hurt them a bit, and put ’em right back.” So Tommy went to do the “swiping” while Gracie gathered up her scattered family of battered dolls. In a few minutes Tommy returned with sufficient material to build their raft. They laid the boards on the smooth ground, and Tommy took from his blouse a coil of thick rope with which they tied the boards together. Then they pushed the raft into the water. Both children stood speechless on the bank. At length Gracie cried, “Oh Tommy, it’s sprung a leak.” “I know,” replied Tommy, “But remember in that story how Robinson Crusoe plastered his’n wif mud?” Gracie did remember and they plugged the leak. This accomplished, Gracie got an old rug, a chair, a table and an old box to furnish their grand boat. When it was changed Gracie announced, “And we’ll play we’re sasassity people.” They climed on board and Tommy pushed the raft out in the middle of the stream with a long stick. They sailed downstream for about ten minutes when bang! they bumped against a rock. This sudden jolt knocked the table over, and spilled two of the dolls overboard. “Oh,” screamed Gracie, “My dear little children.” And as she scrambled to the edge in hope of grasping the dolls, she tilted the raft, and head first, she, also went into the water. Tommy jumped in and assisted Gracie to her feet, the water being only knee deep. Then they rescued the unfortunates and walked ashore. As they walked up the hill on the way home, they looked very much like two drowned rats. “What will ma say?” questioned Gracie through a shower of tears. Tommy did not reply. They slipped softly into the house, and that evening, Gracie notified Tommy that she never wanted to ride on a raft again. And as you could readily guess, Tommy heartily agreed. —RITA KAHL, ’24. THE SPECTATOR 21 THE GOOD LOSER ARIE Antoinette Smith was in a quandary, thei'e was no doubt of that. Her usually calm brow was knit with anxious thought and her lips actually drooped at the comers. The question was a weighty one; namely, —should she accompany Thomas Jefferson Jones, the well dressed and popular president of the Burmingham Colored Dancing Club, to the annual ball; or should she go with Ivanhoe Ripley, also well dressed and popular, besides possessing all the glamour of newness, having but recently come from New York, the mysterious and mighty. To be sure, the credentials of the latter had not yet been produced while Mr. Jones was of as royal birth as Marie Antoinette herself, for did not his father own the Jones Emporium, undoubtedly the best store of the negro quarter and her own father, Mr. Washington Smith, was part owner of the Pastime Moving Picture house. Miss Smith decided to await development and let her suitors load her with the presents which she knew would be forthcoming as aids in the choosing of her escort to the ball, which was still two weeks distant. “Deah me,” she concluded, “Thinkin’ certainly am ha’d work. Heah comes mah gen’emen friend, Mistuh Thomas Jefferson Jones, drivin’ his pap’s deliverev wagon. I so’t of rekon he’s gwine to stop foh me. Thank the Lawd I’se got on mah new yaller silk what mah ma made fo’ my sixteenth birfday.” “Howdy, Mistuh Jones, how is yoh-all findin’ yoh-self today?” Marie Antoinette flashed a brillant smile upon Thomas Jefferson who was immediately transported to the seventh heaven of delight. “Howdy, Miss Smith, I’se fine, how’s yoh-se’f? I’se gwine out to Rastus Black’s place. Won’t yoh-all come along?” “Sho’ly will, Mistuh Jones, yoh-all suttin-ly am a polite fellah. Is yoh sho’ yoh can manage this heah hoss?” Thomas smiled tolerantly upon Miss Smith as he assisted her into the wagon and followed when she was finally seated on the high and rather precarious seat. “Ho, ho, Miss Smith, I’m the original Broncho Bill when it comes to drivin’ this hoss. He am a little wild but I makes him do as I say. Le’s speed up when we git out on the wood road. Sho’, yoh-all ain’t afraid?” Marie Antoinette shivered delightedly and both were silent until the wood road was reached. “Now yoh-all hole on tight an’ don’t be skeered. Remembah I’m drivin’ an’ not even that Pegasus hoss could git away from me. Giddap, Bill!” With a grand flourish of the whip Mr. Jones prepared to show off both himself and his steed before the eyes of his lady love. However, Bill, being a young horse and unused to the discipline of the whip and soon beyond the control of even the superior of Broncho Bill. The April rains had made the unpaved road a sea of rich, black mud and the yellow silk of Miss Smith’s dress soon resembled the leopard of unchanging spots, while she herself was almost white with fear. The bespattered Thomas Jefferson clung to the reins with a courage bom of desperation. At last Bill, of his own inclination, stopped and his two shaken passengers paused a moment to collect their thoughts and arrange their almost ruined plumage. At this critical moment an automobile, undoubtedly second-hand and considerably worse for the wear, drove up, guided by the skillful hand of none other than Ivanhoe Ripley. Ignoring the obvious, he politely inquired their trouble. Marie Antoinette, angered by the ruin of her dress, was the first to find her tongue. “Nothing much happened, Mistuh Ripley h’cept this heah thing, which calls itself a man, tried to show off an’ while he was doin’ it, ruined mah puffuctly new dress besides half killin’ me. I’m tellin’ him heah an’ now that I won’t go to no dance with him. I’m particular ’bout mah company.” The tactful Mr. Ripley immediately offered the use of his car and Miss Smith stepped aboard. The two drove away with a loud clanging of tin, leaving Thomas standing in the middle of the road. The next day Marie Antoinette announced to her friends that she intended to accompany Ivanhoe Ripley to the dance. The crafty Mr. Jones merely shrugged his shoulders, meanwhile cultivating the friendship of Mr. Ripley, who although rather puzzled at first, simply concluded that 22 THE SPECTATOR Thomas was a “good loser.” However, Thomas Jefferson thought it best to let things rest as they were for a while, philosophically deciding that many things could happen before the dance and that while “there was life there was also hope.” Two days before the great event Thomas asked Ivanhoe if he would help him pile the boxes which were to be auctioned off at the Baptist box social that night. Every young colored person, unless otherwise occupied, was planning to attend this affair. Mr. Ripley consented, so that night the young men, while the guests were upstairs removing their wraps, busily piled up the boxes in the church basement. Finally Mr. Jones straightened himself saying, “Thank the Lawd, that job’s finished. Say, Ivanhoe, Tulip Johnson, mah gal, tole me her box was to be tied with red ribbon. ’Cose that’s against the rules to tell but yoh all know how these gals am. Has Marie Antoinette tole yah hers was to be tied with green? Oh, boy, I know a fine joke. Listen, le’s jes’ change the ribbons on them gals boxes. Then you bid for the one tied with red ribbon which is really goin’ to be Marie Antoinette’s but will look like Tulip’s box jes’ to make ’em jealous. I’ll do zactly the same with Tulip’s. Understand?” Now Ivanhoe Ripley loved to play a joke on someone else and he fell in readily with Mr. Jones’ proposal. It was the work of but a moment to exchange the ribbons on the gaily bedecked boxes. “Say, Ivanhoe, yoh-all go up an’ tell ’em to come down. You can so’t of hint ’bout the joke to yoh gal but don’t hint too much.” A few seconds later a motely crowd filed down the stairs. Soon the bidding became fast and furious indeed. Messrs. Jones and Ripley, by spending their small capital, se- cured the boxes that were to figure in the great joke. Mr. Ripley approached Marie Antoinette with the box of his choosing partly untied, and under her stony gaze, made so by his seeming betrayal of her confidence, unwrapped the box with tantalizing deliberation. He drew the name slip from the box but, after one glance, let it fall to the floor. In a hoarse undertone, he cried to Thomas Jefferson who was standing near to see the fun. ‘‘This heah papah has Tulip Johnston’s name on it, not Marie Antoinette Smith’s. Somethin’s actin’ funny, boy.” Miss Smith could contain herself no longer, “Cose it says Tulip Johnson, yoh-all bought her box aftah me tellin’ yoh how mine would be fixed too. So that’s yoh joke, is it? Yoh-all can jest take Tulip Johnson to the ball. I see Mistuh Jones has mah box—he’s a gen’emen foh you!” Ivanhoe turned on Thomas Jefferson with clinched fist. “So yoh changed the ribbon back the way they was, Mistuh Snake in the grass. Jes’ you wait, I’ll git you yet.” With hurt amazement in his eyes, Thomas regarded his angry friend. “Why, Ivanhoe, how yoh-all does misjudge me! ’Cose I changed the ribbons on the boxes while yoh was gone, but mah conscience got to hurtin’ me so I fixed the boxes the way they was befoh. Too bad I forgot to tell yoh, but Ivanhoe, Tulip’s an awful nice gal an’ I jes’ know she’s goin’ to like you.” But Marie Antoinette interrupted him, her hand on his arm, “Say, Mistuh Jones yoh sho’ am a nice fellah. Remember what I said about goin’ to the dance with you two weeks ago? I didn’t mean that a-tall an’ yoh can take me to the ball if yoh likes.” MARY CULP, ’22. SIGNS OF SPRING When the snow starts to melt, And the sun shines more bright, When the thick smoke hangs low Like first curtains of night, When the soft zephyrs blow, Making drowsy the mind, When the small birdies sing Of the joy that they find, When the new grass and flowers Start up from their bed At the south wind’s soft call— Spring is not far ahead. When the lilies and tulips In their gorgeous array, Make the tired world glad— Spring is not far away. —sue McGregor, ’22 THE SPECTATOR 23 COMMON SUPERSTITIONS know you wouldn’t believe me if I should say you are superstitious. But listen! Can you count the number of times you have made a wish at the first appearance of the evening star? Or can you number the times you have picxecl a pin up just for the sake of having good luck? Now I have you, for it was just these foolish ideas, magnified but very little, that the people of the Dark Age believed. As I mention them, see if you are not guilty of a few others. If a black cat crosses your path, misfortune is at hand. In one of the Northern states, on a small settlement, Miss Smith, whose superstitions got the better of her judgment, was preparing to visit a neighboring town. It was dusk and as she started to close the barn door before leaving, a black furry animal crossed her path. Screaming she ran into the house. The following day she burned her hand badly by spilling hot water on it and naturally blamed this black animal which she supposed was a cat. Later in the week she went to the barn and to her astonishment found a family of coons. It was a coon which had doubtless crossed her path. If you desire to know who your future mate is to be, just slip a piece of wedding cake under your pillow and sleep on it. The boy you dream of is the lucky one. Don’t forget or you’ll pass a dreamless night. The instance 1 am about to relate is not so common, but nevertheless is believed by some. During the flu quarantine a lady was baking pies. As she drew the last one from the baker it fell from her hands to the floor. At once she screamed and wrung her hands. Being asked by her neighbors why she acted as if she were insane she answered that a pie falling was a sure sign of an immediate death. Another sign of death in the domestic department is a crack clear across a loaf of bread. If such a calamity should happen, some friend will die before the bread is eaten. Two girls were forced to separate and pass on opposite sides of a fat man who was blocking the sidewalk. Together they said, “bread and butter.” Can you imagine the importance of these few words? Well I’ll tell you, it kept them from having a quarrel. A negro servant was offering a young lady the remaining piece of bread before bringing in another supply. “Oh, I can’t take the last piece of bread,” she cried, “I won’t be an old maid.” “You will marry a handsome husband if there is more in the house,” the servant replied. She ordered the negro to. find out for sure whether or not there was any more. Upon his return he said, “There is Madam.” The piece was taken. If you are all wise you will avoid being awkward when you ascend the steps. The reason I have been told, that a particular woman was never married was that every time she walked up stairs she tripped, which added seven years each time to her single blessedness. Unless you want the devil with you all week, don’t cut your finger nails on the Sabbath. 24 THE SPECTATOR I know it is a great temptation when you see a funeral procession to pass between the carriages instead of waiting a quarter of an hour until the last %'ehicle has passed. But a spell of bad luck will be cast on the person doing so. If a bird flies in a house or against a window pane someone in that house will die soon. A raven is always a bad sign as is illustrated in Poe’s poem “The Raven.” Blue Monday is a common expression. Always climb out of bed at the same side at which you got in. Disobeying this rule you will be very irritable and untactful. You’ll merely laugh and say you don’t believe these, but often you have thought of them and taken time to repeat them. —G. H. HAMMER, ’21. LIFE OF MICHAEL ANGELO ICHAEL ANGELO was born in the castle of Tuscany, where his father held an office as governor. His early childhood was spent very quietly in his home with his brothers, but at an early age he was sent to an academy at Florence to study. Although his father had very little money, he came of a good family, and wanted his son to occupy a good position in law or politics. But little Michael disappointed him, for instead of studying, he covered the walls and floor of his room with chalk drawings. His father scolded, and finally flogged him, but it seemed of no avail; so he decided to let him go as an apprentice to Ghirlandjo, one of the greatest painters of that time. Ghirlandjo must have thought him a great success for instead of charging him for his apprenticeship he paid him a small sum for his work. Michael soon became a very good painter, and at one time corrected some detail of a picture, which his master was giving to one of the students as a model. About this time Lorenzo de Medici was the Duke of Florence. He was a great patron of art and literature. In his garden he had a large collection of statuary which had been made by ancient sculptors. He told Ghirlandjo if he had any worthy pupils he would be glad to have them come and study in his garden. Finally Ghirlandjo recommended young Michael Angelo, and his little friend, Francesco Granacci for the study. It was thought he suggested that Michael change from a painter to a sculptor because he was jealous of his work. But then it was probable that Michael had shown talent as a sculptor. Young Michael liked his new work, and succeeded better than he had done at painting. A story is told that while Michael was working on a faun, which he was copying from an antique mask, the Duke chanced to come by. He noticed the face and told Angelo that a faun of that age would hardly have such a set of perfect teeth. The young sculptor said nothing at the time, but on coming back some time later, the Duke noticed that several of the teeth were cleverly chisled out. Thus all through his life when anybody made a helpful suggestion or a criticism he always profited by it. The Duke was delighted with the sculptor’s work, and took him under his own patronage. Although only fifteen years old Michael had his own key to the Garden of Sculpture and an apartment in the Duke’s home. During the life of Lorenzo de Medici, he and Michael became very good friends, and at the death of Medici, Angelo missed him very much. His son offered Angelo the same privileges that his father had bestowed upon him, but Angelo did not take advantage of them. He soon returned to his own home and worked, his mind burdened by the sorrow of his friend’s death. When political troubles came to Florence, Michael Angelo went to Bologna, but after the troubles were over he returned to his own home. • At an old age Angelo died after having given to the world many beautiful paintings and statues, some of which may still be seen today. —ETHELDA GRADEN, ’22. THE SPECTATOR 25 THE ORIGIN OF ST. PATRICK’S DAY ANY countries claim the honor of having been the natal soil of the good St. Patrick, but it is thought most probable that Kilpatrick, Scotland, was his birthplace. St. Patrick was born about 372, the son of a patrician family. When only sixteen years of age, he was kidnapped by pirates and sold as a slave in Ireland, where his master employed him as a swineherd. Here he lived among the people and learned not only their language but their habits, manners and customs. Finally, after many adventures, he escaped from his captivity and reached the Continent where he was made a deacon, priest, and bishop successively. St. Patrick then returned to Ireland carrying Christianity to the then pagan Irish. His work was hard and he met with much antagonism as the native priests did not, naturally, welcome any innovations. Popular legend attributes to St. Patrick many miracles, most of them highly impossible, which the simple Irish people believe even today. The greatest miracle is, perhaps, that he is accredited with having driven the “snakes” out of Ireland, and having rendered the soil so obnoxious to serpents that they cannot live on it. Colgan, a historian of the time, seriously relates that St. Patrick accomplished this feat by beating upon a great drum He beat it so long that it burst; thus endangering the success of the miracle. However, it was immediately mended by an angel from Heaven. For a long time this was exhibited as a holy relic. Ireland is dotted with geographical names connected with the saint. The places he visited or where he even sojourned for awhile; churches and abbeys, which he founded; and even the wells where he stopped to quench his thirst, may be counted by the hundred and are all in some way named for him. The shamrock is universally worn in the hat, all over Ireland on St. Patrick’s day. Popular notion is that when St. Patrick preached the doctrines of the Trinity to the pagan Irish, he used that plant, bearing three leaves on one stem, as a symbol of the great mystery. —MADALINE FITZSIMMONS, ’22. 26 THE SPECTATOR LA PREMIER PISSENLIT II y a tres longtemps quand des fees et des lutens encore habiterent le monde un petit railleur de cour tres gai demeura au pays de la France et parce qu’il avait un caractei'e joyeu tant le monde l’appela Coeur de Plume. II gagna des gages genereuses par amu-sant la jeu reine qui etait tres fatiguee avec son vieux mari, le roi. Bien que ses rentes fussent tres amples sa bourse etait toujours vide parceque tout des gages de Coeur de Plume etait donne aux paysans pauvres et souffrants. Heureusement, sa maitresse le nourit ou le garcon genereux serait mort de faim. Ordainairement, il etait le personne, le plus heureux du monde mais depuis ce jour quand il avait entendu la reine et son flatteur favori projetants le meutre du roi pour qu’ils pussent marieu Tun a l’autre, il avait ete tres sombre. Un jour il raconta a la reine un histoire qui la prevena contre faisant mal. Sa maitresse resentit la conclusion et mettant en colere elle chassa Coeur de Plume du palais. Embarrasse et blesse, il courant au jardin du palais et s’elanca sur le sol du vieux roi marchant sur les sentiers du jar- din. Ses oreilles alertes attraperent le bruit d’un autre pas tres furtif. Regardent de sa retraite Coeur de Plume vit le roi poursuivi par le flatteur favori de la reine avec son poignard a la main. Le traitre etait jusquau roi et il avait leve la main quand Coeur de Plume se precipta de saretaite et il se plaza entre le roi et le meutrier et en cette maniere recevant la force pleine du coup. Il renversa sur le sol et il mourait quand une petite fee apparut devant les yeux du roi etonne qui regardait le flatteur courant et elle dit:— “O, roi, regardez, aux pieds votre saveur d’une morte terrible, (Puis a Coeur de Plume), Apres ce moment, vous serrez une fleur et parceque vous avez un coeur do'or vous serrez le pissenlit et quand votre fleur aura disparu, vous aurez des petites plumes aulieu des fleurs, aussi legeres que coeur mon brave garcon.” Avec ces mots le fee disparut et une petite fleur d’or remplaca le corps du railleur de cour. Ainsi nous recevons notre premier pissenlit. —MARIE CULP, ’22. UN JOUR DE PAQUES EN FRANCE Violette Angier etait une petite paysanne de la France. Elle demeura avec son grand-pere et sa grandmere dans un petit village qui etait compose des petites fermes. Les francais n’aiment pas la solitude. Leurs petites cabanes, leurs etables et leurs jar-dins sout toujours ensemble. Le grandpere de Violette rehaussa les legumes, les pommes de terre, les poulets et les fruits pour le marche. Chaque matin il sortait a la bonne heure avec son cheval et son wagon pour Pequerre ou ils maintener-ent la marche.i Ce jour etait le vendred avante le Paques et ainsi que le Paques commence le samedi avant le Paques en France Toute le monde etait occupe en preparer pour le grand fete. Le grandpere vendid tout son prodint tres vite et il marcha un petite magasin du village. Et quand il retourna il porta beau-coup d’emballages. THE SPECTATOR 27 Le lendemain quain ils entendirent le son des cloches la famille s’eleva immediate-ment. Le grandpere ouvrit ses emballages et il trouva une nouvelle robe pour Violette et une pour sa grandmere. Ils habillerent tres vite. Le vieux grandpere et la vieille grandmere et la petite fille forma une image charmant quand ils sortirent pour l’eglise. Violette habilla une jupe de laine noir, une blouse de linon blanche, protega avec une echarpe de soie, une casquette de soie rouge, et des nouveaux sabots. Sa grandmere etait habile le meme, seul-ment la couleur etait plus sobre. Son grandpere porta des grosse pantalons de toile brun, une veste blue, un grand chapeau de sois et des gants de blanche. Le fete de Paques commence toujours avec le messe de Samedi Sacre. Les garcons du choeur chanserent un peu d’anthems de Paques. Le matin de Paques, ils sortirent pour 1‘eglise. La ceremonie premiere est a illumier la chandelle de Paques. C’est un taper qui est illumine par le prete etibrule jusqu’au Vendredi prochain. Les hymnes etaient chantes et etaient suivis par la chasse sacre du “ball,” qui est joue par le prete et ses assistants. Quand Violette retourna chez elle, ses parents lui dit a chercher et trouver des cadeaux. Elle chercha et elle trouva beau coup d’oeufs de Paques qui ses cousins l’ont envoye. Violette et sa grandmere commenca collarer des oeufs et les evoyerent leurs amies. Ce soir toute le monde visita leurs amies et Violette, quand elle dit sa priere a La Vierge Marie elle la remercia pour sa bonne grandmere, pour son bon grandpere et pour ses bonnes aimes. “ORIGIN OF THE FRENCH LANGUAGE” The French language has been developed under the combined influence of numerous forms of speech, among which Latin, as in every other tongue of Western Europe, takes a principal part. It would appear that in the fourth and fifth centuries of our era, the whole Gallia, from the Rhine to the Pyrenees, had adopted the language of the Roman conquerors. This was not the polished speech of the classic writers—the sermo urbanus—but the form of Latin that became common to all provinces of central Europe—the Lingua Romana rustica. In the seventh century two other forms of speech came into general use—a provincial dialect and a form of German. The latter, used in common by the Frankish and Teutonic tribes, receive d a more definite development under Charlemagne, who caused a grammar of it to be prepared for use of the schools which he had established. The prosperity of the South of France enjoyed its freedom, the beauty of the country, and the more Romanized character of the people, led to early development of the Provencal. By the lips of the troubadours there breathed forth a rich melody which, after a time was re-echoed in less harmonious tones by the trouveres of the North in their ruder tongue. Thie soft musical speech of the South, even tho it had an early decay, was the first to develop a literature; but when the North precipated itself upon the South in the furious crusades against the Albigenses, the language, literature, and even the religion of these southern provinces were all swept away together. Thus we have today the French language of the North. —SARA LOVE, ’22. 28 THE SPECTATOR THE PETITE AGNEAU DE MARIE Marie avait une petite agneau, Sa laige etait blanche si niege; Et partout que Marie est alle, L’agneau etait sur aller. Elle la suivrait a l’ecole une jour, Qu’etait contre le regies; Elle faisait les enfants rire, et jouer, Voir une agneau dans l’ecole. Ne plus a Marie une agneau, Elle aimait Marie ainsi bien; L’institrtrice la frappa une livre, Les enfants a marche pele-mele. Maintenant Marie est morte, aussi l’agneau, Elle amait Marie ainsi bien; Marie est alle auciel, L’agneau est alle a------toot. —A. R. M„ ’23. “MANNERS ANI) CUSTOMS OF SPAIN” Would you like to know something of the manners and customs of Spain? Of course you would. The Spaniards have many holidays. During the last two weeks of May the peasants come from Valencia, Aragon and other places, to the Shrine of San Isidora beyond Madrid. When they have filled their jugs at the miracle spring they make merry in the fields forming a pageant of Spanish costumes too x-arely seen. In May the secular fiestas ai-e of gi-eat.interest. Barcelona holds her annual Tourney of Catalonian Poesy, and celebrates festivals of flowers and dancing. On a Sunday early in April, Madx-id sees the prime military show of the year. One of the most impressive and yet hox--rible customs of Spain is the bull fight, and yet how fascinating it is to them. It is attended by both high and low classes. If a man is killed during a bull fight he is praised by all the people of the land. The Spanish spoxts are similar to our own. They enjoy football and tennis. The game of “pelota” or ball which, I imagine is similar to our baseball is the native sport of the Basques. They also find much pleasui-e in fishing, yatching and hunting. Do they dance? Yes, what nation does not? Their dances are oriental and to us very beautiful especially as to color and the l-hythmic movement. The girls wear flounced skirts, shawls and carry flowers of all different colors while the boys wear tight-ti-ousered, short jacketed suits, belted high with bi’ight sashes. They dance to the strumming of a guitar, and are applauded by the older folks who watch them. When a boy first stai-ts to school he picks out a cei'tain girl whom he likes and calls her his sweetheart and so she is always called until she becomes older. Then it is that she often feels a great dislike for him and vex-y seldom recognizes him. How like the youth of today! You can easily see by these few lines that the Spanish ax-e being influenced greatly by the more modem manners and customs and this influence is especially shown in the large cities. —ORPHA BRINKER, ’21. THE SPECTATOR 29 LOS NARCISOS Por William Wordsworth Erre solo como un nube Que flota en alto sobre mantanas y vales, Cuaudo todo de un golpe ve un tropel, Hostia de narcisos aureos. A1 lado de lago, abojo los astas, Turbando y bailando en la brisa. Durando como las estrellas que brillan, Y centellean en la via lactia, Estiraron en una linea infinita, Adelante el borde del bayo. Doce milliones ve a un vislumbre Sus cabzas tirando, bailando vivamente. Las ondas al lado de les bailaron, Pero ellos excedieron las ondas en algeria, Un poeta debe ser gayo Eu tanta una compania vivia. Comtemple y contemple, pero no realize, Que ricos la vision me habia llevado. Muchas veces, cuando repose en sueno, En modo vacio y pensativo, Brillan en aquel ojo interno, Que esta consuelo de soledad. Eutonces mi corazon con gusto se llena, Y baila con las narcisos. Translado de “The Daffodils” Por Madalene Fitzsimmons. EL CID El Cid es el nombre dado a Rodrigo Diaz de Bivar, guerrero famoso de Espano, nacio acerca lei ano 1040. Era el guia del ejercito de Sancho II. El Rey de Castile. Sancho II. murio y Cid se ha desterrado de la cindad. Entonces ofrecio sus servicios al rey de Saragossa. Despues sitio Valencia por anos, tomo la cindad y goberno este distrito hasta su muerte. Esta historia era durante el vez cuando los espanoles impelaron los Moriscos de Espana. Cid era un soldado valiente y fuerte y un guia de los hombres. Muchas cosas se dicen acerca del Cid que no son verdaderos. El Cid es la mayor poema de Espana. Muchas poemas deleitables, canciones, y balades se han escrito acerca del Cid, hombre comparado con Charlebagne. —MARTHA BROSKI, ’22 PRIMAVERA Cuando el sol en el cielo Desperta las flores tiernas, Y la brisa calma fi'esca Canta un arrullo suavemente. Entonces los pajaros felizes Su melodia picante gorjean, Como un poeta se embriagado Con la hermonsa del mundo. Las ninas juegan con contento, En las calles, libre de importa. Sus voces de timbre claro Heraldo verdad de Primavera. —SUE McGREGOR, ’22 30 THE SPECTATOR LA BROMA La clase Espanol del segundo ano dare una representaeion dramatica en Espanol Los personajes seran:— Antonia, padre de Carmen ... Arthur Renton Don Luis, elsecretario... Lloyd Earhart Carmen, hija de Antonio .Bessie Wherry Adela, Criada ........... Martha Broski Creemos que sera muy bien. —M. B., ’22 Eu un examen—Voy a hacerle a Usted solo una pregunta; c cuantas estrellas hay en el cielo? Vera Usted—Tantas como pelos tengo yo en la cabeza. Y cuantos pelos tiene Usted en la Cabeza? Esa es una segunda pregunta y Usted me dijo que solo me haria una (El Eco) Cosas de Ninos—Abuelita—pregunta la nieta, tu estaba, con Noe en el Area? -—No, Nina, no—contesta la anciana. —Entonces, c Conio note ahogaste cuanto el delvio? c Es que sabes nadar? (El Eco) r THE SPECTATOR 23 COMMON SUPERSTITIONS know you wouldn’t believe me if I should say you are superstitious. But listen! Can you count the number of times you have made a wish at the first appearance of the evening star? Or can you number the times you have picked a pin up just for the sake of having good luck? Now I have you, for it was just these foolish ideas, magnified but very little, that the people of the Dark Age believed. As I mention them, see if you are not guilty of a few others. If a black cat crosses your path, misfortune is at hand. In one of the Northern states, on a small settlement, Miss Smith, whose superstitions got the better of her judgment, was preparing to visit a neighboring town. It was dusk and as she started to close the barn door before leaving, a black furry animal crossed her path. Screaming she ran into the house. The following day she burned her hand badly by spilling hot water on it and naturally blamed this black animal which she supposed was a cat. Later in the week she went to the bam and to her astonishment found a family of coons. It was a coon which had doubtless crossed her path. If you desire to know who your future mate is to be, just slip a piece of wedding cake under your pillow and sleep on it. The boy you dream of is the lucky one. Don’t forget or you’ll jfoss a dreamless night. The instance I am about to relate is not so common, but nevertheless is believed by some. During the flu quarantine a lady was baking pies. As she drew the last one from the baker it fell from her hands to the floor. At once she screamed and wrung her hands. Being asked by her neighbors why she acted as if she were insane she answered that a pie falling was a sure sign of an immediate death. Another sign of death in the domestic department is a crack clear across a loaf of bread. If such a calamity should happen, some friend will die before the bread is eaten. Two girls were forced to separate and pass on opposite sides of a fat man who was blocking the sidewalk. Together they said, “bread and butter.” Can you imagine the importance of these few words? Well I’ll tell you, it kept them from having a quarrel. A negro servant was offering a young lady the remaining piece of bread before bringing in another supply. “Oh, I can’t take the last piece of bread,” she cried, “I won’t be an old maid.” “You will marry a handsome husband if there is more in the house,” the servant replied. She ordered the negro to find out for sure whether or not there was any more. Upon his return he said, “There is Madam.” The piece was taken. If you are all wise you will avoid being awkward when you ascend the steps. The reason I have been told, that a particular woman was never married was that every time she walked up stairs she tripped, which added seven years each time to her single blessedness. Unless you want the devil with you all week, don’t cut your finger nails on the Sabbath. 24 THE SPECTATOR I know it is a great temptation when you see a funeral procession to pass between the carriages instead of waiting a quarter of an hour until the last vehicle has passed. But a spell of bad luck will be cast on the person doing so. If a bird flies in a house or against a window pane someone in that house will die soon. A raven is always a bad sign as is illustrated in Poe’s poem “The Raven.” Blue Monday is a common expression. Always climb out of bed at the same side at which you got in. Disobeying this rule you will be very irritable and untactful. You’ll merely laugh and say you don’t believe these, but often you have thought of them and taken time to repeat them. —G. H. HAMMER, '21. LIFE OF MICHAEL ANGELO ICHAEL ANGELO was born in the castle of Tuscany, where his father held an office as governor. His early childhood was spent very quietly in his home with his brothers, but at an early age he was sent to an academy at Florence to study. Although his father had very little money, he came of a good family, and wanted his son to occupy a good position in law or politics. But little Michael disappointed him, for instead of studying, he covered the walls and floor of his room with chalk drawings. His father scolded, and finally flogged him, but it seemed of no avail; so he decided to let him go as an apprentice to Ghirlandjo, one of the greatest painters of that time. Ghirlandjo must have thought him a great success for instead of charging him for his apprenticeship he paid him a small sum for his work. Michael soon became a very good painter, and at one time corrected some detail of a picture, which his master was giving to one of the students as a model. About this time Lorenzo de Medici was the Duke of Florence. He was a great patron of art and literatui-e. In his garden he had a large collection of statuary which had been made by ancient sculptors. He told Ghirlandjo if he had any worthy pupils he would be glad to have them come and study in his garden. Finally Ghirlandjo recommended young Michael Angelo, and his little friend, Francesco Granacci for the study. It was thought he suggested that Michael change from a painter to a sculptor because he was jealous of his work. But then it was probable that Michael had shown talent as a sculptor. Young Michael liked his new work, and succeeded better than he had done at painting. A story is told that while Michael was working on a faun, which he was copying from an antique mask, the Duke chanced to come by. He noticed the face and told Angelo that a faun of that age would hardly have such a set of perfect teeth. The young sculptor said nothing at the time, but on coming back some time later, the Duke noticed that several of the teeth were cleverly chisled out. Thus all through his life when anybody made a helpful suggestion or a criticism he always profited by it. The Duke was delighted with the sculptor’s work, and took him under his own patronage. Although only fifteen years old Michael had his own key to the Garden of Sculpture and an apartment in the Duke’s home. During the life of Lorenzo de Medici, he and Michael became very good friends, and at the death of Medici, Angelo missed him very much. His son offered Angelo the same privileges that his father had bestowed upon him, but Angelo did not take advantage of them. He soon returned to his own home and worked, his mind burdened by the sorrow of his friend’s death. When political troubles came to Florence, Michael Angelo went to Bologna, but after the troubles were over Ife returned to his own home. At an old age Angelo died after having given to the world many beautiful paintings and statues, some of which may still be seen today. —ETHELDA GRADEN, ’22. THE SPECTATOR 25 THE ORIGIN OF ST. PATRICK’S DAY ANY countries claim the honor of having been the natal soil of the good St. Patrick, but it is thought most probable that Kilpatrick, Scotland, was his birthplace. St. Patrick was born about 372, the son of a patrician family. When only sixteen years of age, he was kidnapped by pirates and sold as a slave in Ireland, where his master employed him as a swineherd. Here he lived among the people and learned not only their language but their habits, manners and customs. Finally, after many adventures, he escaped from his captivity and reached the Continent where he was made a deacon, priest, and bishop successively. St. Patrick then returned to Ireland carrying Christianity to the then pagan Irish. His work was hard and he met with much antagonism as the native priests did not, naturally, welcome any innovations. Popular legend attributes to St. Patrick many miracles, most of them highly impossible, which the simple Irish people believe even today. The greatest miracle is, perhaps, that he is accredited with having driven the “snakes” out of Ireland, and having rendered the soil so obnoxious to serpents that they cannot live on it. Colgan, a historian of the time, seriously relates that St. Patrick accomplished this feat by beating upon a great drum He beat it so long that it burst; thus endangering the success of the miracle. However, it was immediately mended by an angel from Heaven. For a long time this was exhibited as a holy relic. Ireland is dotted with geographical names connected with the saint. The places he visited or where he even sojourned for awhile; churches and abbeys, which he founded; and even the wells where he stopped to quench his thirst, may be counted by the hundred and are all in some way named for him. The shamrock is universally worn in the hat, all over Ireland on St. Patrick’s day. Popular notion is that when St. Patrick preached the doctrines of the Trinity to the pagan Irish, he used that plant, bearing three leaves on one stem, as a symbol of the great mystery. —MADALINE FITZSIMMONS, ’22. 26 THE SPECTATOR LA PREMIER PISSENLIT II y a tres longtemps quand des fees et des lutens encore habiterent le monde un petit railleur de cour tres gai demeura au pays de la France et parce qu’il avait un caractere joyeu tant le monde l’appela Coeur de Plume. II gagna des gages genereuses par amu-sant la jeu reine qui etait tres fatiguee avec son vieux mari, le roi. Bien que ses rentes fussent tres amples sa bourse etait toujours vide parceque tout des gages de Coeur de Plume etait donne aux paysans pauvres et souffrants. Heureusement, sa maitresse le nourit ou le garcon genereux serait mort de faim. Ordainairement, il etait le personne, le plus heureux du monde mais depuis ce jour quand il avait entendu la reine et son flatteur favori projetants le meutre du roi pour qu’ils pussent marieu Tun a l’autre, il avait ete tres sombre. Un jour il raconta a la reine un histoire qui la prevena contre faisant mal. Sa maitresse resentit la conclusion et mettant en colere elle chassa Coeur de Plume du palais. Embarrasse et blesse, il courant au jardin du palais et s’elanca sur le sol du vieux roi marchant sur les sentiers du jar- din. Ses oreilles alertes attraperent le bruit d’un autre pas tres furtif. Regardent de sa retraite Coeur de Plume vit le roi poursuivi par le flatteur favori de la reine avec son poignard a la main. Le traitre etait jusquau roi et il avait leve la main quand Coeur de Plume se precipta de saretaite et il se plaza entre le roi et le meutrier et en cette maniere recevant la force pleine du coup. Il renversa sur le sol et il mourait quand une petite fee apparut devant les yeux du roi etonne qui regardait le flatteur courant et elle dit:— “0, roi, regardez, aux pieds votre saveur d’une morte terrible, (Puis a Coeur de Plume), Apres ce moment, vous serrez une fleur et parceque vous avez un coeur do’or vous serrez le pissenlit et quand votre fleur aura disparu, vous aurez des petites plumes aulieu des fleurs, aussi legeres que coeur mon brave garcon.” Avec ces mots le fee disparut et une petite fleur d’or remplaca le corps du railleur de cour. Ainsi nous recevons notre premier pissenlit. —MARIE CULP, ’22. UN JOUR DE PAQUES EN FRANCE Violette Angier etait une petite paysanne de la France. Elle demeura avec son grand-pere et sa grandmere dans un petit village qui etait compose des petites fermes. Les francais n’aiment pas la solitude. Leurs petites cabanes, leurs etables et leurs jar-dins sout toujours ensemble. Le grandpere de Violette rehaussa les legumes, les pommes de terre, les poulets et les fruits pour le marche. Chaque matin il sortait a la bonne heure avec son cheval et son wagon pour Tequerre ou ils maintener-ent la marche.i Ce jour etait le vendred avante le Paques et ainsi que le Paques commence le samedi avant le Paques en France Toute le monde etait occupe en preparer pour le grand fete. Le grandpere vendid tout son prodint tres vite et il marcha un petite magasin du village. Et quand il retourna il porta beau-coup d’emballages. THE SPECTATOR 27 Le lendemain quain ils entendirent le son des cloches la famille s’eleva immediate-ment. Le grandpere ouvrit ses emballages et il trouva une nouvelle robe pour Violette et une pour sa grandmere. Ils habillerent tres vite. Le vieux grandpere et la vieille grandmere et la petite fille forma une image charmant quand ils sortirent pour l’eglise. Violette habilla une jupe de laine noir, une blouse de linon blanche, protega avec une echarpe de soie, une casquette de soie rouge, et des nouveaux sabots. Sa grandmere etait habile le meme, seul-ment la couleur etait plus sobre. Son grandpere porta des grosse pantalons de toile brun, une veste blue, un grand chapeau de sois et des gants de blanche. Le fete de Paques commence toujours avec le messe de Samedi Sacre. Les garcons du choeur chanserent un peu d’anthems de Paques. Le matin de Paques, ils sortirent pour 1‘eglise. La ceremonie premiere est a illumier la chandelle de Paques. C’est un taper qui est illumine par le prete etibrule jusqu’au Vendredi prochain. Les hymnes etaient chantes et etaient suivis par la chasse sacre du “ball,” qui est joue par le prete et ses assistants. Quand Violette retourna chez elle, ses parents lui dit a chercher et trouver des cadeaux. Elle chercha et elle trouva beau coup d’oeufs de Paques qui ses cousins l’ont envoye. Violette et sa grandmere commenca collarer des oeufs et les evoyerent leurs amies. Ce soir toute le monde visita leurs amies et Violette, quand elle dit sa priere a La Vierge Marie elle la remercia pour sa bonne grandmere, pour son bon grandpere et pour ses bonnes aimes. “ORIGIN OF THE FRENCH LANGUAGE” The French language has been developed under the combined influence of numerous forms of speech, among which Latin, as in every other tongue of Western Europe, takes a principal part. It would appear that in the fourth and fifth centuries of our era, the whole Gallia, from the Rhine to the Pyrenees, had adopted the language of the Roman conquerors. This was not the polished speech of the classic writers—the sermo urbanus—but the form of Latin that became common to all provinces of central Europe—the Lingua Romana rustica. In the seventh century two other forms of speech came into general use—a provincial dialect and a form of German. The latter, used in common by the Frankish and Teutonic tribes, receive d a more definite development under Charlemagne, who caused a grammar of it to be prepared for use of the schools which he had established. The prosperity of the South of France enjoyed its freedom, the beauty of the country, and the more Romanized character of the people, led to early development of the Provencal. By the lips of the troubadours there breathed forth a rich melody which, after a time was re-echoed in less harmonious tones by the trouveres of the North in their ruder tongue. The soft musical speech of the South, even tho it had an early decay, was the first to develop a literature; but when the North precipated itself upon the South in the furious crusades against the Albigenses, the language, literature, and even the religion of these southern provinces were all swept away together. Thus we have today the French language of the North. —SARA LOVE, ’22. 2r THE SPECTATOR THE PETITE AGNEAU I)E MARIE Marie avait une petite agneau, Sa laige etait blanche si niege; Et partout que Marie est alle, L’agneau etait sur aller. Elle la suivrait a l’ecole une jour, Qu’etait contre le regies; Elle faisait les enfants rire, et jouer, Voir une agneau dans 1’ecole. Ne plus a Marie une agneau, Elle aimait Marie ainsi bien; L’institrtrice la frappa une livre, Les enfants a marche pele-mele. Maintenant Marie est morte, aussi l’agneau, Elle amait Marie ainsi bien; Marie est alle auciel, L’agneau est alle a------toot. —A. R. M„ ’23. “MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF SPAIN” Would you like to know something of the manners and customs of Spain? Of course you would. The Spaniards have many holidays. During the last two weeks of May the peasants come from Valencia, Aragon and other places, to the Shrine of San Isidora beyond Madrid. When they have filled their jugs at the miracle spring they make merry in the fields forming a pageant of Spanish costumes too rarely seen. In May the secular fiestas are of great interest. Barcelona holds her annual Tourney of Catalonian Poesy, and celebrates festivals of flowers and dancing. On a Sunday early in April, Madrid sees the prime military show of the year. One of the most impressive and yet horrible customs of Spain is the bull fight, and yet how fascinating it is to them. It is attended by both high and low classes. If a man is killed during a bull fight he is praised by all the people of the land. The Spanish sports are similar to our own. They enjoy football and tennis. The game of “pelota” or ball which, I imagine is similar to our baseball is the native sport of the Basques. They also find much pleasure in fishing, yatching and hunting. Do they dance? Yes, what nation does not? Their dances are oriental and to us very beautiful especially as to color and the rhythmic movement. The girls wear flounced skirts, shawls and carry flowers of all different colors while the boys wear tight-trousered, short jacketed suits, belted high with bright sashes. They dance to the strumming of a guitar, and are applauded by the older folks who watch them. When a boy first starts to school he picks out a certain girl whom he likes and calls her his sweetheart and so she is always called until she becomes older. Then it is that she often feels a great dislike for him and very seldom recognizes him. How like the youth of today! You can easily see by these few lines that the Spanish are being influenced greatly by the more modern manners and customs and this influence is especially shown in the large cities. —ORPHA BRINKER, ’21. THE SPECTATOR 29 LOS NARCISOS Por William Wordsworth Erre solo como un nube Que flota en alto sobre mantanas y vales, Cuaudo todo de un golpe ve un tropel, Hostia de narcisos aureos. A1 lado de lago, abojo los astas, Turbando y bailando en la brisa. Durando como las estrellas que brillan, Y centellean en la via lactia, Estiraron en una linea infinita, Adelante el borde del bayo. Doce milliones ve a un vislumbre Sus cabzas tirando, bailando vivamente. Las ondas al lado de les bailaron, Pero ellos excedieron las ondas en algeria, Un poeta debe ser gayo Eu tanta una compania vivia. Comtemple y contemple, pero no realize, Que ricos la vision me habia llevado. Muchas veces, cuando repose en sueno, , En modo vacio y pensativo, Brillan en aquel ojo intemo, Que esta consuelo de soledad. Eutonces mi corazon con gusto se llena, Y bail a con las narcisos. Translado de “The Daffodils” Por Madalene Fitzsimmons. EL CID El Cid es el nombre dado a Rodrigo Diaz de Bivar, guerrero famoso de Espano, nacio acerca lei ano 1040. Era el guia del ejercito de Sancho II. El Rey de Castile. Sancho II. murio y Cid se ha desterrado de la cindad. Entonces ofrecio sus servicios al rey de Saragossa. Despues sitio Valencia por anos, tomo la cindad y gobemo este distrito hasta su muerte. Esta historia era durante el vez cuando los espanoles impelaron los Moriscos de Espana. Cid era un soldado valiente y fuerte y un guia de los hombres. Muchas cosas se dicen acerca del Cid que no son verdaderos. El Cid es la mayor poema de Espana. Muchas poemas deleitables, canciones, y balades se han escrito acerca del Cid, hombre comparado con Charlebagne. —MARTHA BROSKI, ’22 PRIMAVERA Cuando el sol en el cielo Desperta las flores tiernas, Y la brisa calma fresca Canta un arrullo suavemente. Entonces los pajaros felizes Su melodia picante gorjean, Como un poeta se embriagado Con la hermonsa del mundo. Las ninas juegan con contento, En las calles, libre de importa. Sus voces de timbre claro Heraldo verdad de Primavera. —SUE McGREGOR, '22 30 THE SPECTATOR LA BROMA La clase Espanol del segundo ano dare una representacion dramatica en Espanol Los personajes seran:— Antonia, padre de Carmen ... Arthur Renton Don Luis, elsecretario... Lloyd Earhart Carmen, hija de Antonio..Bessie Wherry Adela, Criada ........... Martha Broski Creemos que sera muy bien. —M. B., ’22 Eu un examen—Voy a hacerle a Usted solo una pregunta; c euantas estrellas hay en el cielo? Vera Usted—Tantas como pelos tengo yo en la cabeza. Y cuantos pelos tiene Usted en la Cabeza? Esa es una segunda pregunta y Usted me dijo que solo me haria una (El Eco) Cosas de Ninos—Abuelita—pregunta la nieta, tu estaba, con Noe en el Area? —No, Nina, no—contesta la anciana. —Entonces, c Conio note ahogaste cuanto el delvio? c Es que sabes nadar? (El Eco) THE SPECTATOR 31 Domestic Science THE DOMESTIC SCIENCE LUNCHEON HE cooking Department of V. H. S. has undertaken a noon luncheon, thereby following the examples of other large high schools. Twenty-six persons, mostly teachers and out-of-town students, are served daily with hot lunch. The different dishes are prepared by the cooking classes; the greater part by a class of twenty Sophomore girls who cooks for two periods, four times a week. This gives the girls who are learning to cook practical experience in the preparation of dishes in family-size quantities and not in individual amounts as has been done previously. The aim of the school lunch is to give a well balanced appetizing meal at the lowest cost possible. The small sum of twenty-five cents is charged each person. Monthly tickets good for twenty meals are soLd at five dollars each; or weekly tickets good for five meals for one dollar and twenty-five cents. The menus and costs are planned ahead so that the money received will cover the cost of the food. Costs of the various menus and dishes are worked out in class. The lunch is served at one long table, which Mr. Mowrey has constructed for that purpose. This table will seat twenty persons and is placed in the hall near the kitchen. 32 THE SPECTATOR Groups of three girls take charge and serve the lunch at the noon hour. This gives the girls valuable experience in table service and in serving suitable portions of food for each course. The plan, as it has been worked out, is a financial benefit to the school, for the de- partment is now self-supporting. The reports fropi our patrons are very favorable, thanks to the management of our esteemed instructor, Miss Wood, who has organized the classes and is responsible for the smooth running order of the luncheon. MENUS 1. Scalloped Potatoes Ham Timbles Bread and Butter Peach Short Cake Coffee 2. Mashed Potatoes Creamed Salmon Muffins Chocolate Cake Coffee 3. Vegetable Soup Bread and Butter Banana Salad Apple Dumplings Coffee 4. Macaroni and Tomato Sauce Rolls and Butter Marmalade Doughnuts —D. C. and E. W„ ’23. CELERY IS IN SEASON Celery is one of our most appetizing vegetables both in appearance and flavor and should be used to far greater extent in the diet. It is in season from July to April but it at its best in the colder months, from November to about February. It is at this time too that its crisp stalks and delicate flavor are most appreciated. The food value of celery in terms of heat or energy is very low, as is true of most of the vegetables, because of the large amount of water in their composition. The edible portion contains 94.5 per cent water, 1.1 per cent carbohydrates (mostly in the form of cellulose) and 1 per cent ash or minerals. The fuel value per pound is only 84 calories, so it will be readily seen that celery cannot be depended upon as a source of energy. Its chief toa larger place in the diet lies in the wealth of mineral salts. These substances are so very essential to health and growth that it is the duty of every housewife to find out what foods will give her the greatest amount of them. The minerals present in celery are calcium (lime,) potassium, sodium, chlorine, sulphur, magnesium, phosophorus and iron—practically all that are needed by the body to keep it in good working order and to furnish material for building firm bones and strong teeth. Since it is still an undecided question as to whether vitamines are changed by heat, those vegetables that are wholesome and palatable uncooked, offer one of the surest sources of obtaining them. Celery, and especially the tender leafy stalks, give a large supply of all-important food elements. The amount of cellulose or woody fibre in celery also makes it a valuable bulk food to be used in the treatment of constipation, especially if eaten raw. It is as easily digested raw as cooked. The cellulose is softep-ed in the cooking and it is, therefore, not so good a bulk food when cooked. It may be used raw in many ways, stuffed with cheese and served very cold as a salad; combined with other foods, fish, meats or vegetables; THE SPECTATOR 33 served crisp and cold either plain, curled or fringed; as a relish; mixed with mayonnaise and served with fish, etc. Celery cocktails served in pepper shells are a novel and delicious appetizer. Fruit salads are always improved by the addition of a little chopped or diced celery, the crisp pieces combining well with the soft fruit. Celery leaves may be dried and used as flavoring for soups, sauces, etc. Spread leaves out on a tin plate or fine wire rack and let stand in a warm place until perfectly dry. The warming oven of the range or the shelf above the range is good for drying. When the leaves are dry, store them in a tin box for future use. Celery belongs to the sweet juiced group of vegetables and should be cooked in very little water and the water used in making a sauce or soup. Celery may be baked, fried, made into fritters, or served with various sauces. The following recipes give a few suggestions for such use: To prepare celery for table use, cut off the roots and leaves, separate .the stalks, wash, scrape and chill in ice water. A slice of lemon added to the water will keep the celery white and crisp. Curled celery is made by cutting tops of the stalks in strips before putting them in water. Fringed celery is made by cutting both the tops and ends of the stalks in fine shreds for about one and one-half inches. These curl back as they chill in the ice water and make the celery more attractive. CELERY WALNUT SALAD Two cupsful diced celery One-half cup chopped walnuts One head lettuce One-half cup boiled dressing or mayonnaise Mix celery, nuts and dressing. Chill and serve on crisp lettuce. Celery and pineapple mixed together with a cream mayonnaise make a delicious salad. Use one cup cut celery to two cups diced pineapple. STUFFED CELERY HEARTS One bunch celery hearts One cream cheese Two tablespoons top milk One-half teaspoon salt Two tablespoons chopped pimentos Wash celery and separate stalk, keeping them whole. Mash cheese, add salt, top milk and mix thoroughly. Add chopped pimentos. Stuff cavities in celery stalk with prepared cheese, mixture. Chill and serve as a salad course. —F. R., ’23. RAISINS Do we use raisins as a food flavoring? Few of us know of what value they are to our body. Raisins have on an average, carbohydrates (starch and sugar) contents 76.1 per cent and a fuel value of a pound of raisins is more than twice that of a pound of lean round steak. Some of us have heard of Robinson Crusoe’s drying grapes found on his desert island, so that they would supply him with needed sweetmeats for the winter. For the “baneful lollipop habit” substitute a “raisin habit,” giving sugar, iron and other energy-creating properties for the growing child. Iron taken in a medicine spoon is most distasteful and also injurious to the teeth. Iron taken in iron-quinine and strychnine tonic builders helps to increase appetite and energy, but why take liquids or pills when we can carry a little bag of raisins in our pockets and supply our bodies with its needed iron by pleasing our palates. Instead of prescribing iron-tonics why not prescribe raisins? Everyone likes the taste of raisins from baby to grandfather. —ISABELLE PETERSON, ’23. RECIPES JELLIED PHILADELPHIA RELISH Vi pkg. gelatine Vs c. cold water 4 c. boiling water Vs c. vinegar Vs tsp. salt 3 pimentos !4 c. brown sugar Vs tsp. white mustard seed Vs tsp. celery seed 2 c. cabbage 1 tsp. grated horse radish Method: Soften the gelatine in the cold water, dissolve in hot, water. Add salt seasonings, vinegar, sugar and cabbage. Line the mold with strips of canned pimento, chop the trimmings fine and add to the other ingredients. The cabbage must be chopped very fine. May use celery in place of the celery seed and fresh green peppers may replace the canned pimentos. 34 THE SPECTATOR APPLE DUMPLINGS 2 c. flour 4 t. baking powder 1 t. salt 4 tb. shortening 2-3 c. cold water 6 apples 3 tb. sugar Vz t. cinnamon 2-3 c. boiling water 1-3 c. sugar 2 tb. butter substitute Method: Mix and sift dry ingredients. Cut in fat; add cold water to make a rather soft dough. Roll out on board to one-fourth inch thickness and cut in three inch squares. Put a pared apple in center of the square piece of dough, sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon and fold over ends. Put in a greased pan; pour on two-thirds c. boiling water, one-third c sugar and 2 tb. butter substitute and basting every 10 minutes in hot oven. Serve with hard sauce. CHOW (for six) 2 cups milk M lb dried beef 3 tb. flour M lb. cheese 3 tb. oleo 1 cup tomatoes (hot) Method: Grind the dried beef, grate cheese and heat tomatoes. Make a white sauce of the milk, flour and oleo. Add the dried beef, cheese and tomatoes to the white sauce. Serve on toast or crackers. THE SPECTATOR 35 Mirror—We are quite enthusiastic about the last number of the Mirror. It deserves praise throughout. Brown and White—Your stories, editorials, and jokes are fine, but where is your poetry ? Orange and Black—We enjoy your paper very much. Why not use some cuts? Your advertising space is well utilized. Norwin—We have noted some improvement in your paper, especially in the editorials The literary departments are also good, but there is room for more poetry. The arrangement of the exchange in the January number is unusually clever, as is also the cover page of the February issue. Clipper—Your stories and poetry' are excellent, but more editorials might be added. “A Geometry Shark” is a good poem. Gazette—A very interesting and well arranged paper. The jokes are fine, but poetry would be a good addition. Courant—We are glad to welcome you on our exchange list. More editorials and poetry would help, but as a whole the Courant is a very good paper. Some of the articles are very clever as are also the cuts. Gleeman—A splendid paper. The arrangement of your advertisements is unusual. Your jokes are very good as they always are. MUnite—A real school paper. Your class and alumni notes are very interesting. No department is incomplete. Slippery Rocket—An excellent paper, but 1 should suggest some cuts and a change in the cover design. Oracle—The Oracle is an unusual paper and one of the best on our exchange. Quippus—We are always glad to welcome new exchanges. The Quippus is a well-balanced interesting paper. “Careful or Careless” is a unique story. AS SEEN BY OTHERS “The Gleaner from Pawtucket, R. I. had a splendid football review as did the Vander-grift Spectator.” —MUnite. “Your first issue for 1921 is certainly a success. We congratulate your poets on their ability. You also have fine stories, and very clever cuts. “Sketches” is interesting. —Mirror. He: “Only fools are positive: wise men hesitate.” She: “Are you sure?” He: “I’m positive.” “Why do they have knots in the ocean instead of miles?” “Well you see they couldn’t have the ocean tide if there were no knots. “Get off my foot.” “It’s too much of a walk.” John: “My dog died yesterday.” Jim: “What killed him?” John: “He put his tail in his mouth and that was the end of him.” “He’s wandering in his mind.” That’s all right, he won’t go far.” 2S THE SPECTATOR HONOR ROLL (For the First Semester) Seniors, Teacher, C. L. Stahlmann. Rozella Fennell Grace Johnston Evelyn Love Eileen McLaughlin Gertrude Schaeffer Helen Simpson K. Thompson Lois Woodmansee Juniors, Teacher, Alda Bain. Martha Broski Elizabeth Campbell Mary Culp Madeline Fitzsimmons Ethelda Graden Sue McGregor Lottie Shaffer Mae Slease Sophomores, Teacher, Nellie J. Wiggins. Bernard Cunningham Gordon Renton Mary Ruffner Harold Schuler Paul V. Schaffer Thomas Shaffer Sophomores, B., Teacher, Marion S. Hawthorne. Thelma Fish Velma Wigle Sophomores C., Teacher, Ethel Finley. Mary Hoffman Elizabeth Lynch Freshmen, Teacher, Edna Glasser. Helen Riggle Ena Buckley Margaret Condo Winona Love Edna Milliron Helen Rigglle Elizabeth Smith Freshmen C., Teacher, Bertha L. Ray. Mae Martin Ida Miller Freshmen, Teacher, M. Newfarth Pauline Bolar Commercial, Teacher, Ara Minta Campbell. Estella McDermott THE SPECTATOR 37 N the twenty-first of December at 2:30 p. m. we marched from the school building to the Presbyterian Church where Christmas services were held. Recitations and essays were given; a play was presented by the English III. girls; and a musical program was rendered. Rev. Roulston and Mr. Kurtz gave us messages of Christmas cheer. It was the first time that the school has assembled together for a long time. A great deal of good could be derived from such meetings held weekly in an auditorium —if we had one! Plans are under way for presentation of an operetta entitled “Jack and the Baked Bean Stalk” by Frederick Field Bullard, in the Casino, on March 30, 1921. The operetta will be rendered by V. H. S. students entirely, and the proceeds will be given to the Athlectic Association of the Vandergrift High School. Great interest is being manifested by pupils, and we are looking forward to a successful undertaking. DRAMATIC PERSONALS The Princess Belle-a-Belle ................. The Little Old Woman Who is Really a Fairy Jack, Who is Only a Student ................ The Ogre ................................... The Little Black Dwarf...................... Attendants of the Princess.................. Comrades of Jack............................ Villagers................................... Willimina Stoughton, ’21 ..Roberta Townsend, ’21 ........Alex Condie, '22 ....“Tackle” Mclntire, ’23 -....Richard Pennington .............H. S. Girls ..-..........H. S. Boys ......... H. S. Students —PAUL NEWELL, ’21 SENIOR NOTES The Juniors entertained the Seniors at a party in the Rink on February twenty-fifth. We wish to thank the Juniors for their hospitality. The Seniors have had numerous class meetings and many debates, both in and out of school, concerning that all important question, the selection of class rings. The rings were ordered finally. Almost everyone is pleased with the design. Oh Neptune! Let them not change their minds, for we love peace. On the first of February we were surprised by a fall of snow and we accordingly started to plan a sled-load. But wait! We spent so much time in discussion that the snow melted ere we arrived at a decision. Wish us better luck on our next debate for we know there are more in store. —RUTH LUCAS, ’21. JUNIOR CLASS NOTES School has continued as usual since Christmas with very little excitement to break the monotony of routine work. A few subseniors, who, last term held forth in Study Hall were moved to Miss Stahlman s room. While there were a few failures, almost everyone passed and eight girls had averages high enough to entitle them to a place on the term honor roll. February the first, the class organized. The results of the election were as follows: President - ... Alex Condie Vice President - - - - Martha Broski Secretary ----- Mildred Neal Treasurer ----- Lottie Shaffer Class Colors - - - - Purple and Gold The evening of February the twenty-fifth, the Juniors entertained the Seniors as well as the local high school basket ball team and that of New Kensington in the Rink. Paul’s Orchestra furnished the music (undoubtedly jazz). Those not dancing either stood around the stoves or played “Rook” and other games of equal wickedness and sophistication. —MARY CULP, ’22. 38 THE SPECTATOR SOPHOMORE NOTES Examinations are over, we are moved forward or back, as the case may be, and all is peaceful. Did I say all is peaceful ? I didn’t mean it because we still have with us a few notorious disturbers of the peace. However, we are used to them. A few weeks ago, some enterprising young sophomores determined that the class should be organized. So one evening, after school, we all gathered together and elected Harold Shuler, president; William Cribbs, vice president; Anna McClure, secretary; Caroline Blair, treasurer. We are still struggling under the burden of our studies, still debating whether we like Caesar or not; absorbing “Life of Johnson” and “Lila Marner” in English; and striving to conquer those troublesome graphs in algebra. —MADELINE SHAFFER, ’23. FRESHMAN NOTES The pupils of the Freshman classes are giving their undivided attention to Washington Irving’s “Sketch Book” which they began to study in English not long ago. This book tells of Irving’s travels and experiences in England and America. With the operetta coming on, Freshmen who are taking part in it are kept busy. —ENA BUCKLEY, ’24. THE SPECTATOR 39 David Olinger .......... Captain Ted Henry............... Manager John R. Kurtz ............ Coach PERSONNEL Charles Buzard ........... Guard David Olinger............ Center William Cribbs............ Guard Kirk Beck ...............Forward Alex Condie ............ Forward Ralph McIntyre ........... Guard SUBSTITUTES Cecil Rearick Lang Marks Homer Ferguson RECORD OF GAMES Jan. 7, V. H. S., 24 VS. Apollo, 27, at Apollo Jan. 11, V. H. S., 35 vs. Parnassus, 38, at Parnassus Jan 13, V. H. S„ 20 vs. Kittanning, 19, at Home Jan. 18, V. H. S., 20 vs. Tarentum, 55, at Tarentum Jan. 21 V. H. S., 28 vs. ♦American, 28, at Home Jan. 25, V. H. S„ .19 vs. New Kensington, 41, at New Kensington Jan. 27, V. H. S., 38 vs. Ford City, 22, at Home Feb. 4 V. H. S., 30 vs. Apollo, 15, at Home Feb. 8, V. H. S., 50 vs. Parnassus, 23, at Home Feb. 11, V. H. S., 39 vs. Kittanning, 20, at Kittanning Feb. 15 V. H. S., 40 vs. Tarentum, 27, at Home Feb. 18, V. H. S., 27 vs. Arnold, 26, at Arnold Feb. 25, V. H. S., 30 vs. New Kensington, 26, at Home Mar. 4, V. H. S., 21 vs. Ford City, 42, at Ford City ♦Arnold forfeited the game and so the American Legion team played with our boys. We should be well pleased with the team this season, as the boys have played well at every game, winning eight out of fourteen games. They have exhibited plenty of pep, due to the coaching of Mr. Kurtz. Pud and Ecky have shown up well in making baskets. After the Tarentum game on Feb. 15th., some of the girls of the Senior and Junior classes entertained the home team and the visiting team, in the old high school building. Miss Wingert and Ecky led the singing. The lunch was delicious, and the Tarentum boys hope they will soon receive another invitation. 40 THE SPECTATOR ECHOES FROM THE HALL OF FAME One of the results of the Hundred Year’s War was the advanced cost of peanut butter and salted peanuts. The Mendicants or the Begging Friars were the people who made a fortune by selling bathing suits to the natives of Alaska. The scholastics were the guys who introduced grape juice into Europe. Caesar, one of Oxford’s humanists, was electrocuted 46 B. C. at Sing Sing, New York, for blackmail. Napoleon was the nut who tried to get rich by growing pineapples in Labrador. Alexander the Great, first movie star, perfected his famous home-brew, dying after he took the first drink. Charlemagne was the first guy to write book reports, thus making English unpopular. Magna Carta was just another name for the “Chorus Girl’s Almanac.” The first great work of English literature was “Tarzan of the Apes.” The leaders of the First Crusade were Cleopatra, alias Theda Bara, and Miss Alice Lorraine. Charlie Chaplin and Louis XIV. of France both used custard pies. Each made a million dollars (more or less.) Henry VIII. and Jiggs both made the same mistake—they married too soon. Mahomet, after divorcing his 58th spouse, declared he’d remain a bachelor for the rest of his life. Cortez, the conqueror of Mexico, is noted for his dramatic exploits with Madame du Barry at the court of Louis XIV. We believe that they will arrange the divorce at Reno. Mike Angelo was a famous sculptor as well as the inventor of the game “seven come eleven.” He also made a fortune by cartooning Mutt and Jeff for the Sunday newspapers. Beethoven, that dumb (I mean deaf) German musician, might have been famous had he stuck to his “jazz” music instead of that “deep” stuff which he afterwards composed. Dante was the man who put the anomym of Heaven on the map. Oh! yes, he was famous, too. When Peter the Great reformed Russia, he made the poor old Russians wear nightshirts and take a compulsory bath plus a haircut once a year He made his dough by writing . several thrilling scenarios for Mister William Shakespeare Hart and 'lonsieur Thomas Mix. Boccaccio, one of Barnum and Bailey’s clowns, after retiring from his circus THE SPECTATOR 41 career, married • Miss Salome, and became the proud father of twins, the Katzen-jammer Kids. John Huss tried to teach solid geometry in the Prague High School. After being tried for mental cruelty against the students, he was hanged (or burned)—we don’t care which. We all should regret if the same fate would happen to the present geometry teachers—Let’s hope for the best. Pericles, the infamous Greek philosopher, was the man who introduced “hot dogs” into Greenland. Khufu, the builder of the Great Pyramid, constructed the Grand Canyon, and also contracted for the building of the Equator, but the Spanish flu got him before he had a chance to do so. Magellan sailed around the Sahara desert in the “Half Moon,” besides being responsible for the 18th Amendment to the Con-stition of the U. S. Virgil was a noted American novelist, one of his six best sellers being “The Tail of the Lonesome Swine.” Sennacherib, an Assyrian, invented toothpicks for building purposes. Aristotle, Alexander the Great’s teacher, had an average of 89% in Biology, but Dr. Yocum made him take his examination just the same. Ivan, the Terrible, will engage in a wrestling match with Strangler Lewis on March 32, at the Rink. All seats reserved. —(Advertisement.) The late Thomas a Beckett’s will revealed that his false teeth go to Don Quixote, and that Shakespeare gets two boxes of “Du-quesne Club” cigars. The reason Croesus was so rich was because oil stock was not sold in those good old days. Cambyses was Solomon’s favorite undertaker. He buried 313 of Solomon’s wives. Cicero, the man who said “You tell ’em Caesar, you’ve got those Gouls,” was also for two years an associate editor of the sporting section of the “Police Cazctte.” The most important thing in Edward Vi’s reign was his death, because he could rule no more. That’s a fact. The three most famous writers in the Elizabethan era were: Horatio Alger Jr., Nicholas Carter, and Mary J. Holmes. Socrates, who made hemlock as popular as homebrew, died recently on account of being kicked by an ostrich, in Iceland. —SAMUEL DEPTULA, ’23. “I’ll tell you how it is,”- said the mildeyed patient to the asylum doctor. “I met a young widow with a grown up stepdaughter and I married the widow. Then our father met our step-daughter and married her. That made my wife the mother-in-law of her father-in-law and made my step-daughter my step-mother. See? Then my step-daughter, the step-daughter of my wife had a son. That boy was of course my brother, because he was my father’s son; but he was also the son of my wife’s daughter, and therefore her step-grandson. That made me grandfather to my step-brother. Then my wife had a son, my brother-in-law. The step-sister of my son is also his grandmother because he is her step-son’s child. My father is the brother-in-law of my child because his step-sister is my wife. I am the brother of my own child, who is also the son of my own son, who is also the child of my grandmother. I am my mother’s brother-in-law, my wife is her own child’s aunt, my son is my father’s nephew, and I am my own grandfather; and I can’t stand it. 42 THE SPECTATOR MOVIES Prof. Youcum—“The Master Mind.” Ralph McIntyre—“The Sea Wolf.” Ruth Milliren—“Bride 13.” Peck France—“Shoulder Arms.” Gladys Lear—“Tilly’s Punctured Romance.” Miss Wiggins—“Hush.” John Davis—“Torchy.” Gordon Renton—“The Cradle of Courage. Tom Kness—“The Egg-Crate Wallop.” David Olinger—“The Garage.” Paul Newell—“Peaceful Valley.” Bill Cribbs—“The Untamed.” Roberta Townsend—“The Fighting Shepherdess.” Chuck Buzard—“The Busher.” Bill Stoughton—“A Modern Salome.” Arthur Davis—“The Son of His Father.” Robert Blair—“Excuse My Dust.” Alex Condie—“The Eyes of Youth.” Swede Hammer—“The Wireless Bug.” —R. E., ’23. Miss Finley—“What is an anecdote?” Runt Ray—“A short funny tail.” Miss Finley—“Make a sentence.” Runt Ray—“A rabbit has four legs and one anecdote.” Found in a music book—“Caruso is the greatest of all living operated stars.” Mr. Yocum—“Well, Rearick, what’s H 2 0 for? Rearick—“Water.” Mr. Yocum—“No, it’s to drink.” Jimmie—“In a race with time, why would a singing master win?” Bobbie—“I suppose it’s because time flies and he beats it.” Sophomore—“Did you know there’s a town in Massachusetts named after you?” Freshman—“No, what is it?” Sophomore—“Marblehead.” Jake—“Who are the best men to go to war?” Bill—“Dunno.” Jake—“Lawyers, because their charges are so great no one can stand them.” Miss Wiggins—“What does B. C. mean in History?” Scholar—“I don’t know but I think it means ‘bout c’rect.” Lost and Found LOST—A gold watch by a man with luminous hands. LOST—A valuable package by a man containing one -half dozen lumps of coal— $100 reward. LOST—A beautiful cat with black stripes between Adams and Washington Avenues. FOUND—A comb by a woman with five teeth missing and a silver back. No questions asked. FOR SALE—A beautiful house by a man with a pointed top and surrounded by a large lawn. FOR SALE—A Ford by a man about to move away with a self-starter. THE SPECTATOR 43 Help ! Girlibus et boyibus In the parlorum, Boyibus kissibus Sweetie girlorum. Girlibus likibus— Wanta sum morum. Girlibus dadibus Enter parlorum— Kickibus boyibus Outibus front-dorum, Boyibus landibus On the porch floorum. Boyibus jumpibus Overibus fencorum; Catchibus breechibus— We think he tore ’em. —archie McKinney, ’23. Lefty—“Why does a Chinaman eat with chopsticks?” Jimmie—“I dunno.” Lefty—“To keep from starving, you hick. Obeying Orders “Hey,” yelled the carpenter wrathfully at his new assistant, “didn’t I tell you to notice when the glue boiled over?” “Yes sir, I did,” responded the youth, “It was a quarter-past ten.” A Cure by Proxy “Doctor,” said he, “I’m a victim of insomnia. I can’t sleep if there’s the least noise such as a cat on the back fence, for instance.” “This powder will be effective,” replied the physician, after compounding a prescription. “When do I take it, doctor?” “You don’t take it. You give it to the cat in some milk.” —Am. Boy A Real Authority Little Billy told little Bobby what the terms “only a little fib.” Bobby: “A fib is the same as a story, and a story is the same as a lie.” Billy: “No it’s not.” Bobby: “Yes, it is, because my father said so, and my father is a professor at the university.” Billy: “I don’t care if he is. My father is an editor, and he knows more about lying than your father.” —Am. Boy. A Regular Stunt Ferguson—“I’ve just been reading that the aviators today can do anything a bird can do. Yes, sir, they’ve got the thing down so fine that there isn’t a bird alive that has anything on them.” Fitzgerald—“Zatso? Well, when you see an aviator fast asleep hanging on to a branch of a tree with one foot, then I’ll come and take a look.”—American Legion Weekly. Soon in our New Location with a Snappy Spring Line of YOUNG FELLOW’S TOGS 44 THE SPECTATOR Lady customer—“I want to buy a chick- i.” Store-keeper—“Do you want a pullet?” Customer—“No, I want to carry it.” Mr. Kurtz—“How many ounces in a pound ?” Ted—“Just depends whether you are buying or selling.” Syllogism Major premise—All chickens have two legs. Minor premise—A girl has two legs. Conclusion—All girls are chickens. That’s Him The mule couldn’t help recognizing himself in this essay written on him: “The- mewl is hardier than the guse or turkie. It has two legs to walk with, two more to kick with, and wears its wings on the side of its head.” —Am. Boy His hair was crisp and black and long but he got his hair cut.—Paul Newell. Concerned for U. S. A visitor at the capital was accompanied by his small son. The little boy watched from the gallery when the House came to order. “Why did the minister pray for all those men, Pap?” he questioned. “He didn’t. He looked them over and prayed for the country,” was the answer. —Am. Boy. Miss Finley—“Wake up, Edward, and name one of Bryant’s best poems ” Ed.—“ ‘To a Water-plug’, or something like that.” WHY TAKE CHANCES? You Can Get FREE Filling and Testing at BUSH BATTERY SERVICE 109 McKinley Avenue VANDERGRIFT, PENNA. THE SPECTATOR 45 An old lady after waiting in a confectionery store for about ten minutes grew grossly impatient at the lack of service. Finally she rapped sharply on the counter. “Here, young lady,” she called, “who waits on the nuts?”—Everybody’s Magazine. Nasty Photographer: “Now then my boy, look pleasant for a moment. That’s it. A moment longer. There! Now you may resume your natural expression. —Am. Boy And Why? Mother: “Don’t ask so many questions, child. Curiosity killed the cat.” Willie: “What did the cat want to know. Mother?” Gloomy Suspicion “The train pulled out before you had finished your speech.” “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum. “As I heard the shouts of the crowd fading in the distance I couldn’t be sure whether they were applauding me or the engineer.” —Am. Boy “THE THUMB TACK” Say you know it’s rather comic, When you think of days of yore; Think of all the funny capers, And of pranks and tricks a score; Still I reckon with most fellows, It appears when looking back, T’was the best of all shenangoes, When we placed the wee thumb tack. More distress and bitter feelings. More of pain and anguish sore, More of laughter and vain scoldings, More of riots and uproars. Yet the underhanded business, Lived and thrived in many a room, Till the faculty was driven, Into toting ’round a broom. —G. H , ’21. 46 THE SPECTATOR 1 j i i 1 The Citizens National Bank j Capital - - $ 50,000.00 Surplus and Profits - $ 75,000.00. Resources Over A Million • ft Chas. T. Culp, Pres. : • j J. G. McGeary, Cashier HUDSON OVERLAND ! ! • ESSEX WILLYS- KNIGHT And Everything Else Serviceable George A. Markell Motor Company 194-196 Lincoln Avenue, Vandergrift. Phone 736 THE SPECTATOR 47 ICitertg I totaurant A FIRST-CLASS RESTAURANT— Moderate Prices—Where Pure, Clean and Wholesome Food is Served. We Also Serve Slater’s “Quality” Ice Cream Headquarters for EASTER CANDIES Vandergrift Drug Co. LEADING DRUGGISTS Columbia and Grant Avenues VANDERGRIFT, PA. RECIPE FOR KISS CAKE Take 1 armful of a pretty girl, 1 lovely face, 2 laughing brown eyes, 2 rosy cheeks, 2 lips like strawberries. Mix well together and press two lips. The result v ill be astonishing. For frosting take 1 piece of dark piazza and a little moonlight and press into 1 large or small hand, so as not to attract attention, 2 ounces of romance and 1 or 2 whiskers. Dissolve 1 half dozen glances into a quantity of hesitations and 2 ounces of yielding. Place kisses on blushing lips and cheeks. Flavor with a slight scream and set aside to cool. Compliments of YANKEE SYSTEM OF BAKING The Highest Class Talking Machine in the World THE INSTRUMENT OF QUALITY mat CLEAR AS A BELL All you dreamed a phonograph could be— wonderfully beautiful in tone, graceful and handsome in appearance, with important exclusive features possessed by no other phonograph— this describes the Sonora which won highest score for tonal quality at the Panama Pacific Exposition. Sonora ia the instrument you're p:oud to ownl Prices $60 to $1000 u.n CULP-NEAL CO. Phone 3 THE SPECTATOR 19 M. SHULMAN 1 ] { Always use Pasteurized Milk { Artistic | ( j Costs no more than raw Photographer Milk I 137 A. 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Biehl the Tailor GIFTS THAT LAST GIFT GIVING CALLS FOR A VISIT TO THE JEWELER’S SHOPPE FOR ORNAMENTS OF DRESS. GENTLEMEN FIND A THIN MODEL WATCH DESIRABLE FOR EVENING USE. THE PROPER STYLES IN CUFF BUTTONS, CHAINS AND STUDS ARE ESSENTIAL. FOR LADIES OUR SELECTION OF DIAMOND RINGS, WATCH BRACELETS, PEARL NECKLACES AND PINS HAVE BEEN CHOSEN IN ANTICIPATION OF THIS SEASON’S NEED. STYLES ARE PARTICULARLY ATTRACTIVE. PRICES ARE NO MORE THAN LESS ATTRACTIVE PATTERNS COMMAND ELSEWHERE. THE GIFT SHOP DUPPSTADT Jeweler and Registered Optometrist VANDERGRIFT, PA. DUPPSTADT