Vandergrift High School - Spectator Yearbook (Vandergrift, PA)

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LEST WE FORGET HIS edition of the “Spectator” has been dedicated to those members of our High School, who, a few years ago, sacrificed their homes, their loved ones, some of them, even their lives to champion a just cause; that of prevent-ing an autocratic tyrant from getting the control of practically the whole world and reducing flouiishing countries to servility. We have seen how the gray-clad warriors of this monarch went down to a humiliating defeat before our khaki doughboys. Again right had proven its supremacy over might. Time passed, and the great transports began to arrive with their human cargoes. The “Yanks” had come home! The honor and pra:se due them was given lavishly— but, after the exeitment had subsided, the old routine of affairs was gradually restored and the services of the doughboys were forgotten. Forgotten by those who in sheer gratitude should have restored the positions of the young men, held before the war. Forgotten by those whose homes were protected from the treatment accorded Belgian and French homes and villages in the dark days of 1914-15. Let us not forget entirely. Remembering these seivices, especially of our High School boys, we have dedicated the Patriotic Issue of the “Spectator” to him, who by his optimism, his courage, his sacrifice, won the endearment and friendship of the world—The American Doughboy. —H. S. SCHULER, ’23. DAD RIENDS, do you think we are giving Dad a show Mother is all right, and I am not saying she’s not, but, all the sob-sisters and rising young authors use up a surprising amount of paper telling us so. Stop and think! How many articles have you read in the last year written about Dad Who is it that provided a home, food, and clothing, and the money for good times? Why, Dad! Boys, who got your first roller skates, and sled against Mother’s wish? Dad, wasn’t it? Who was it that got you your first gun and taught you how to use it, took you hunting and showed you the best plan for business, taught you how to interpret the actions of your dog? Nine times out of ten, it was Dad. Who was it, that, when you ran short of spending money, slipped you extra and cautioned you not to tell Mother? Sh! She might find out! Somehow when Dad puts a hand on your shoulder and speaks, you want to do as he says; that same touch helps you more

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18 THE SPECTATOR “You didn’t know who I was this morning!” “No? Who were you?” K. K. Many 100'A Americans seem to be making an unpatriotic choice between the flag and the flagon. —Selected. K. K. One of the great surprises (and disappointments) of a football game is that the cheer-leaders never seem to get injured. K. K. Now that the flapper is disappearing and takes shorts skirts and bobbed hair with her, we must look for something else on which, to blame everything. K. K. Of course the United States would fall into decay without Lady Diana, Clemenceau, Andy Gump, and others to tell us how to run it. K. K. Why should America be especially selected as the stamping-ground for every wildeyed orator who has a new (?) idea. K. K. The Congress of Vienna was one of the most unfortunate happenings which ever afflicted humanity. The monocle was introduced at this gathering. K. K. In Raratonga, the most popular of the Cook Islands, a cocoanut tree is planted for each year of each child’s life until old enough to plant for himself. K. K. If every inhabitant of America should plant one tree, or raise one flower, or place one statue, per year, what a Utopia America would become. K. Iv. A boil in the kettle is worth two on the neck. K. K. “There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so terrible in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even the man, the fighter, who will brave torture and death in order to inflict it, will be appalled, and so will abandon war forever”, said Thomas A Edison in a recent interview. K. K. Edison should know, but in our opinion there is no terror demoralizing enough to stop man in the heat of battle. We believe that not fear, nor legislation, nor persuasion, nor anything but good old fashioned love of fellow-man will ever stop war and its consequences. K. K. A fearless judge takes speeders to the hospitals and the morgues to view victims of auto carelessness. If a few of these speeders were in asylums for the mentally unsound, the world would benefit. K. K. We’re away ahead of a Monarchy. They have no choice of their rulers. We can take any one of two. K. K. Color-blindness is not uncommon, but blue and yellow are two colors no one is blind to, say scientists. Did traffic cops of failing eyesight have anything to do with the making of the 1023 auto licenses blue and gold. K. K. More men are color-blind than women. Men aren’t used to handling delicate shades of paint. K. K There are dry goods clerks who wish more women were color-blind. K. Iv. The teacher was illustrating words ending with “ous”. He gave as examples: venturous—full of venture; hazardous—full of hazard; then he asked the pupils to give some. Willie’s hand sought the rarefied regions and upon being recognized answered triumphantly “Pious, full of pie”. K. K. Germany wants to mark the allies. K. K. Some of the big guns were silenced on that November II, but others at once began work on their memoirs.

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20 THE SPECTATOR when you are sick than Mum “fussing” over you for an hour. So, don’t you think, while the rest are all shouting for Mother, we had just better rise up on our toes and give Three Rousing Cheers for DAD. —H. F. B., ’25. “TALENTS” A LL persons do not have the same talent, or talents. If this should be, they would be of little benefit to their fellow-men. A man may be a great painter, and give much to art, yet he may be able to do little of anything else. The business man will look in wonder at the picture the artist has painted, and how it could ever be painted is a mystery to him —and yet the artist could not solve big business problems or handle affairs in the commercial world. Some particular person may be able to speak foreign languages fluently, yet know very little of history, mathematics, or music. Then again, thei'e are those persons who are capable of doing many different things, more talents having been given to them than to some one else. They are esteemed by all, and the person of few talents will wonder how they are able to do so much. But it is not the amount that counts. It is how we use what we do have that counts. No more is required than that we do not waste what we are given. Also, each talent is as honorable as any other if used rightly. The seamstress who makes a gown for some noted person, perhaps a prima donna who sings so beautifully, is just as great in her art as the person who wears the gown. The man who is a common laborer and works hard to send to school a son or daughter or brother or sister, is just as good as he or she who gains a reputation as a result of his labor and sacrifice. We all should find out what our talent is. If it is a talent to write, then write If it is a talent for music, then be a musician. If it is a talent for business, then be a good business man. If our talent is not found, and we do that which is not ours to do, a true success will not be obtained. Neither will we receive much satisfaction from our life. Let us draw from this then that we should find out what our talent is, develop and use it, and learn to be satisfied with what has been given to us, and where we are placed to do our work. KRAZY KWILT (Continued from Page 17) You can cure a red by giving him a fortune, but there’s nothing you can do for a yellow. —Selected. K. K. The Irish will have won when they are one. K. K. Germany is France’s mark. K. K. Well, it’s nice of turkey not to demand an indemnity of the allies. —Selected. K. K. They are always appropriating public funds in Illinois to find out who has. Four years ago Kaiser Bill’s memoirs would not have lasted ten minutes in America. Funny, ain’t it? K. K. The Turks are the soul of honor. When they break a solemn pledge they are always willing to make two new ones to replace it. K. K. What sounds worse than a phonograph almost run down? A pedestrian who is almost run down.