Vandergrift High School - Spectator Yearbook (Vandergrift, PA)

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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

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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

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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.