Vandergrift High School - Spectator Yearbook (Vandergrift, PA)

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22 THE SPECTATOR “HELLO” “Hello” doesn’t last for a minute, A clear little, queer little word But, say, there’s a lot of cheer in it; It's like the first chirp of a bird In spring when the hill tops are greening Right after the cold and the snow, I think when it comes to real meaning There isn’t a word like “Hello!” It’s full of good cheer; when you say it, It breaths the real soul of good will; You don’t have to wait till you weigh it; You just sent it forth; while a chill Of gloom and despair flies before it As leaves in the Autumn wind blow. So here’s to the old greeting, I store it With luck, cheer and gladness “Hello!” It’s a wonderful word when you hear it From some real old friend who is true, As a needle to pole is, or near it It’s great when I hear it from you, It has all the joy and splendour The song of the birds, I know, It's cheery, it’s jolly, it’s tender That old friend to friend greeting “Hello!” —Selected. PERFEC TION HE LUXE O, those fair ones Eyes of blue— (Remodeled by A beauty crew.) Hair of gold— (Well paid for) Pearly teeth— (Dentist’s lore!) Grace itself Winningly shy— (Beauty comes Extremely high.) Rosy cheeks Sans fault, sans taint— (Use La France Peerless Paint.) Matchless lips uby hue— (Use La France Good Rouge, too.) Trim small ankles Slim waist too— (Reduce to music Paul La Rue.) Slim and slender Willow’s mate— (Daily dozen Take off weight.) Wholly perfect Lovely sight— (If nature don’t help Money might.) —J. A. BREIG.

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21 THE SPECTATOR HOUSEHOLD She measured out the butter with a very solemn air, The milk and sugar also and took the very greatest care, To count the eggs correctly, And to add a little bit of baking powder, Which you know beginners oft omit. Then she stirred it all together, And baked it full an hour, But she never quite forgave herself For leaving out the flour. ROYAL FANS Mix and sift one-half cup flour and two tablespoons brown sugar. Wash three tablespoons butter and work into first mixture, using tips of fingers. Roll to one-third inch in thickness, shape with a fluted round cutter five inches in diameter. Cut each piece in quarters and crease with the dull edge of a case knife to represent folds of a fan. Brush over with yolk of egg diluted with three-fourths teaspoon water. Bake in a slow oven. NUT MACAROONS Ingredients: White 1 egg 1 cup brown sugar 1 cup pecan nut meats % teaspoon salt Beat white of egg until stiff and add gradually, while beating constantly, sugar. Fold in nut meats, finely chopped and sprinkled with salt. Drop from tip of spoon, one inch apart, on a buttered sheet, and bake in a moderate oven until delicately browned. HONEY SALAD DRESSING Ingredients: 3 egg yolks % cupful honey 1 tablespoonful sugar Juice of 3 lemons % cupful whipped cream Beat the egg yolks and add the honey, sugar, and lemon-juice. Cook in a double boiler until the mixture thickens. Chill. W'hen cold, fold in the whipped cream and serve with any tart fruit salad.

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THE SPECTATOR 23 LIFE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN INCOLN was born on February 12, 1809, in a log cabin in Kentucky. The cabin was a ramshackle affair and the clearing in which it was built was rank with weeds; the acre or so of corn that stretched away to the woods was choked with high grass and brush. Abraham’s father was a carpenter but he neglected his trade to wander about the woods with his gun in his hand and his dog at his heels. To Mrs. Lincoln was left almost the entire care of the little clearing and to the wonderful energy and cheerfulness of this woman, Lincoln owes his life. “God bless my mother,” he said in later years. “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to her.” When a log school house was opened in the neighboorhood, it was Mrs. Lincoln who wanted her children to go and learn the alphabet and master the spelling words. Mr. Lincoln grumbled, because he did not think the children needed the learning but the mother had her way. The children, a son and daughter, attended school as long as it was open. Mrs. Lincoln often said to her children; “You must learn to read and write and get knowledge so when you grow up you will be wise and good.” Lincoln’s father was of a wandering disposition, and when Abraham or “Abe” was seven years old, he moved his family to Indiana, then almost a wilderness. In the autumn they selected a spot for their new farm and the father, mother and son all set to work with axes in their hands to make a clearing for their new home. Winter was almost upon them and they built a “halfface camp” of logs. In the autumn of 1818 a strange sickness broke out over the countryside and people and cattle were killed by the dozens. Mrs. Lincoln was one of the persons who had this terrible disease. Mr. Lincoln and Abraham had to make Mrs. Lincoln’s coffin when she died. It was now very dismal around the cabin when Mr. Lincoln went to the woods and left the children alone in the cabin. It was a happy day when Mr. Lincoln brought home a new mother. The children did not like her at first but she soon had the cabin refurnished and the children grew to like her. When Abraham was eleven years old a schoolhouse was built not far from their cabin and he attended it and there learned to love books. He was needed on the farm, however, and did not attend school more than six months, but he never let an opportunity slip to read everything on .which he could lay his hands. At the age of nineteen, Lincoln made a trip in a flatboat down the Mississippi River to New Orleans. The Lincoln family moved to Illinois not long after Lincoln had made his trip. After another trip to New Orleans, he took a position as clerk in charge of a store in New Salem. In 1832 he was appointed captain of a company when the Black Hawk War opened. About this time he was a tall, gawky look-