Westmont Hilltop Senior High School - Phoenician Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 92 of the 1923 volume:

nffHE PHOENICIAN WESTMONT-UPPER YODER HIGH SCHOOL Senior Number 1922-23. The Staff Marjorie Reynolds......... Katherine Krieger. Jane Fronheiser Jerome Schmerin...... Grace (’oil Eliza Johns Robert Crooks Arthur Turner Viola Proudfoot. Charles McGahan... Louise Wellington Rufus Cooper John Gobin........ Thomas Jose Raymond Hammond. David O’Laughlin William Hinkel J William Seitz William Greer................ Catherine Scammel Associate Editors Senior Editor Junior Editors Sophomore Editor Freshman Editors Art Editor Athletic Editors Joke Editor Assistant Joke Editors Business Manager Assistant Business Managers Exchange Editor Foreword Twined round our hearts is this, our book. It marks the end of that first stepping stone To heritage. Our kindred aims, our kindred hopes and tasks Remain in it alone. The parting will bring diverse roads and aims, And ne'er again may we pass through together Those numbered days. Mingled with experiences no future can transcend— The joys and trials we weathered. + Autographs A DOUBLE DECISION T was a cold night in January. During the day a heavy snow had fallen and the city pavements had not all been shoveled clean. But as young Dr. Webster came down the steps of 118 Commonwealth avenue, he was not aware of this. He was thinking deeply of a remark made by old Dr. Hamilton, which faintly suggested an offer that many a young doctor just out of college like Dr. Webster would have been glad to have received. Dr. Hamilton was a man of great re- noun. He was considered Boston’s best physician, and could not be excelled for skill and experience in the lines of surgery. Now he was getting up in years and since he had no sons or heirs to whom he could impart his invaluable knowledge, he decided to find a young doctor who was clean, trustworthy and ambitious, and one whom he could trust, and think of, as a son. Dr. Webster was now the third assistant he had; the other two having, as people thought, resigned because of the old doctor’s exaspirating methods. But they did not know the real cause, for Dr. Hamilton never told any one of his in- nermost intentions. That day the older doctor had told young Webster that he was going to appoint him as his private as- sistant, a thing that he had never before done for any young man. He then gave him a valuable formula for a cure of paralysis which he had worked out and proved himself, and which many surgeons would have been glad to have in their possession. Webster was told to part with it under no cir- cumstances. This was not the only thing that the young doctor was worrying about as he shuffled through the snow; for he had another big problem on his mind. There were yet seven thou- sand dollars to be paid for his college course, and in addition to that were the twenty thousand that friends had lent his father in stacks and which by the cruel trickery of another party his father had lost. It was now up to Dr. Webster to pay the debts. Young Webster strode along through the sifting snow, pondering over his worries. Suddenly a hand smote him and he fell backward, two hands grabbed his wrists, something slipped over his eyes, so that he could not see, and he was bodily picked up and jolted down an alley into a dimly-lighted room . The first thing that entered his mind was the two-inch square piece of paper, held inside his glove, containing the formula. The doctor’s last words, “Under no circumstances part with it.” kept ringing in his ears. That’s what the ruffians were after! What should he do with it,—what could he do with it? His necktie—his hat band—his secret pocket? No, they would search every stitch of him. Like a Hash, a thought burst upon him; he jerked loose his hand, tore off the glove and stuffed something into his mouth. “Hold there!” cried someone. One swallow, two swallows;—oh, if he only had some water to wash it down! Get it—he’s swallowing it,” yelled another voice. A cough, one big gulp and down it slowly but surely went. Then when Webster fully realized what was happening, he began to struggle violently; but the iron hold that grasped him immediately checked his floundering . “Young man, quit this and give us that formula,” de- manded one unknown voice. “I can’t,” replied Webster. “Here, we know you’ve swallowed it, but we also know you have it in your head, now don’t you?” “Yes.” “Well, just tell it to us and you’ll be free as soon as we’ve tried it out.” With this last statement he did not dare to give the wrong formula. “Are you going to tell us?” These thousand dollars are yours if you do. Webster shook his head. “Not enough, eh?” quivered one of the unknown. “Ten thousand then.” Still no answer. “Make it twenty, Bill, it’s worth it,” said the other in an undertone. “We’ll make it twenty,” repeated the other. Again the young doctor said nothing. “Listen young man, I offer you thirty thousand dollars cash; if you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell us and take the money. We can hold you here; no one would ever know the difference. We can fix up a nice story and skip, at which trade we are no means experts. Do you take it?” Before Webster’s mind floated the vision of thirty thou- sand dollars. It would pay off all his debts with an ample amount remaining. All the work and worry of the thing would be over. It was hard telling whether he would ever become any more than a private assistant to Dr. Hamilton anyway. Thirty thousand dollars—thirty thousand dollars, and all his own! Back and forth hia thoughts raced; what couldn’t he do with all that money? “You’ve had five minutes now. Have you decided?’’ “Yes.” “Do you take the offer?” “No.” The blindfold slipped off and a friendly hand was ex- tended toward him. “Shake hands, my boy, you’ve proved your lead. I’m satisfied,” said the voice of old Dr. Hamilton. FLORENCE STUTZMAN, ’25. MORE “MUCH ADO Miss Abigal Ashburton put down her crocheting. It was the laziest day;—even the bees that buzzed in Miss Abigal’s hollyhocks seemed lazy today. And the butterflies rested longer than usual on the giant larkspur bushes which screened the little porch. M iss Abigal could hear Amanda’s snore coming from be- tween the stiffly parted curtains at one edge of the porch. She was glad Amanda was asleep; she had looked forward to the afternoon when she could be alone. For Miss Abigal had something on her mind. ♦•••••♦� Miss Amanda Ashburton sweated and tossed and mussed the very tidy little bed on which she lay; but for once she did not care. Miss Amanda had a problem to solve. For ages, it seemed to her, she lay and listened to the even creak of the porch rocker where Abigal sat sewing, and thought and thought, and then tried not to think. The sisters had a strangely quiet meal that evening, but both were too engrossed in their own thoughts to notice the other. Amanda did not even wonder at her sister’s willingness to wash the dishes alone. Abigal worked slowly, her eyes fixed on the distant blue hills, behind which the evening sun was just setting. She saw not the crooked village street that stretched like an orange ribbon in front of her, smelled not the flowers of her garden and heard not the robin’s evening call. The deep dusk had fallen and one by one the New England stars began to peep. But all the silent beauty of the approaching night was lost to Abigal, for she had stood between the blue-bordered kitchen curtains and watched that same moon rise from behind that same hill for many a year. No, Abigal saw, instead, a desert stretching far and si- lently, where the heavens seemed so near and the dark-skinned natives glided silently through the burning sand. Abigal heard the amorous voices of the gondoliers, and the splash of oars in deep blue waters. Then Abigal saw Amanda eating a silent supper, blowing out the candle and crawling into a lonely bed leaving Chess, the cat, unfed. Oh! she must not be such a coward. Poor Amanda, she would miss her so! It is rather comforting to feel some one m the world needs you. Well, she would go to Amanda and have it over. Abigal drew a deep breath, set her jaw as firmly as was possible for her, and advanced to her sister’s room. ou here, Amanda?” she addressed the darkness, almost hoping that her sister had gone across the street to sit with old lady Weston. “Y— yes, I’m here, Abigul, come in. I have something to tell you. I—I—you—remember why,” she made a sound which was unmistakably a gulp—“we will have to quit getting eggs from Thompsons; they aren’t fit to use. I—I guess I’d better go to bed.” And she stalked out leaving Abigal to make her resolution all over again. As Amanda got ready for bed, she administered a stern scolding upon herself. “Baby, coward! Act like a two-year-old. A body would think I had done something to be ashamed of. Why Abigal will be glad, and it isn’t as though John wouldn’t be perfectly willing to have her live with us; then she would not lose me and she’d be gaining a brother.” Amanda resorted to the old argument. Then she fell to picturing poor Abigal in her lonely state; Abigal though timid, arguing with the fruit man who always tried to do” her; Abigal, the impractical, adding up her bills at the end of the month. Poor girl, she would miss her sister; but well, it is good to feel one is needed. When Miss Abigal saw Mary Margaret Kennidy turn in at the front gate, she called her into the garden. ’Morning, Miss Abigal—I just brought the mail up from the post office. No, only a seed catalogue or something, I don’t know what it is. Oh, but your mock orange smells lovely, but I’m most afraid to go any closer for fear I spoil the grass.” “Never mind, some day I’m going to have my own selfish way about this garden. I’m not going to clip the tree branches nor pull up the dandelions and the Sweet William is going to spring up and bloom whenever it chooses. And that nice or- derly hedge isn’t going to be trimmed like a poor little puppy dog’s tail, but is going to be high and straggley, and at night when the moon shines in my garden it will all look strange and new.” Oh, Miss Abigal, if it only could be something new! I know it is lovely here—mother says I’m wicked not to ap- preciate it and be satisfied; satisfied to get up and wash dishes, market and sweep, get dinner, wash dishes, then read some of your books and be more dissatisfied than ever. Today. Miss Abigal, 1 was washing windows when that big grey car from the house on Heming's Ridge passed. It was full of girls, my age, but you’d never know it. They had the most beautiful hair—all curly and sunshiny—and they went into Jake Hart- ley’s store with knickers on—like boys. Father was working in the potato field—he saw them, too. He thinks it is dread- ful. I don’t. I like it,—and they just go past again, leaving me here to do the same thing every day.” “Would you like to take a little trip with me, Mary Margaret?” “Oh, you know I’d love it. We had a wonderful time when we went down to Boston, hadn’t we? Why. I could have just stood on the street corner forever and watched the people go by.” They had had a good time. Miss Abigal had been there before, but she had never enjoyed herself more than she did that smeltering July day with Mary Margaret, unless it was the time she had met Cousin Susan there and had spent the day with her. She and Mary Margaret had walked up and down the busiest avenues, walked slowly and watched the peo- ple as they passed. They had stopped to gaze into every shop window, and had taken their time at luncheon. It had been quite a different day front those she and Amanda had spent together, those expeditions from which they had returned tired,—very tired and not very happy. Amanda always had great plans for her days in Boston. She hunted bargains re- lentlessly and never stopped to look in at windows unless to remark, “My lands, that’s an awful price for that hat, but some fool woman will buy it and look freakish until it wears “Would you like to go on a trip with me, Mary Margaret? Oh. I guess I might ns well tell you. I’ve got to tell someone and Pm too big a baby to tell the one I should. Well, you’ve heard me talk of my cousin, Susan Cartley. It is she who sent me all those books of travel you have been reading, and she who wrote those fat letters with the foreign post mark that you used to bring me from the post office. And it was the telegram of her death that I received not long ago. “Cousin Susan was always different from the rest of us— she always wore the biggest bustle in town and spoke at meet- ings. She is a lot older than either Amanda or me. I always thought she was wonderful—Amanda didn't though. Well, she got married to a man in politics and finally he became a diplo- mat to Mexico and Spain. When she had been gone a little while she used to tell me of her trips and then when she had traveled a lot she would write me big, thick, interesting letters that read like a book. We were always friends. She was about the only relative Amanda and I had left, but Amanda and she never got along together or liked each other. She is dead now though and, Mary Margaret, she left me some of her money to travel with!” “Oh! Miss Abigal, that is just fine, and you have always wanted to. It’s just splendid! What does Miss Amanda say?” “That’s it! I’ve been just dying to tell her, but I couldn’t because I know she wouldn’t go with me. She wouldn’t use the money that was left to me, and especially when she and Cousin Susan never cared for each other—she wouldn’t think it was right. Then weeds would grow in the garden and some of our old friends might die and we’d not be here to go to the funeral. I know these reasons don’t seem important to you, but you know Amanda, they are to her! I guess 1 was born with a dissatisfied disposition or else I'm just plain unlucky, I don’t know which; but 1 do envy the person who can be so contented with little things. You and 1 can have a good time together, and you know an old lady like me wouldn’t like to go alone.” Amanda Ashburton took a rather round-about way to market that bright Wednesday morning. She walked slowly, which was unusual for her, and wore a perplexed frown, which was not so unusual for her. As she passed the Kennidy’s house she saw Mary Margaret in the yard hanging up the wash. “What’s the matter. Miss Amanda? You look worried.” “I am worried—worried and happy, too.” She smiled this time. “If you are going to market. I’ll hang up the wash while you run along and get a basket.” Soon Mary Margaret swung out of the house again, a list in one hand and a basket in the other. Then the young girl and the old started off, down the village street. Amanda seemed marvelously like a young girl this morn- ing. She giggled—actually giggled at some of her companion s frivolous chatter. Mary' Margaret looked at her sharply once—you could almost fancy her hair was curling about her face and her eyes seemed dewy bright. Then when they had walked along silently for a while a frown would settle again on her forehead. “I have a little secret to confide to you. It isn’t a little one to me—why I—I’m going to be married. “Miss Amanda! Oh, dear me! Not really? “Yes, it seems strange to you that an old lady like me would be getting married like a youngster, doesn’t it? I spoac you can’t imagine where I’d get a man to marry, either. Would you like me to tell you about it?” “Would I! Yes, when I’ve recovered! I have had more shocks within the last two days than I ever had in my life be- fore. Please tell me about it. And oh! I’m so glad for you. “Well, do you remember the picture among all those daugerreotypes in the carved wood box that you used to look at—this one?” She opened her big gold watch and displayed a small, rather faded picture of a curly-headed little boy with a curly little dog. “Well, he is this one, now;” she drew from her pocket a photograph of a middle-aged man with nice eyes and a tired expression. ... 4. “I don’t know whether you remember having seen the first picture before or not. He used to live in this town. His mother and mine were great friends, but they moved to Maine when we children were about fourteen. Here, when I visited up in Huxley, I discovered that the John Gilbert whom I used to know so well was the very same John Gilbert who kept the leather store there. But of course it wouldn’t have been lady- like for me to go to his store and remind him that I used to know him and still remembered him that much. When 1 had been home quite a while, 1 got a letter saying he had just found out that I had been to his town and he inquired for all the people who had been his friends. ‘‘I told Abigal about it but she had almost forgotten the Gilberts. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her that we kept on writing, or why I never told her that he was here to see me the day you and she went to Boston. After that I just couldn’t tell her, and there was really no need to. It made me feel ashamed of myself for. being interested in any man at my age and I knew Abigal would scorn such notions as mine. You know Abigal, she doesn’t have any interest beyond her cat and her books and her dreams. She doesn’t care a thing about housekeeping and doesn’t understand anyone who does. “But—well, John and I are going to be married. We have it all planned except how I am to tell poor Abigal. I am ashamed to think I’m a descendant of John Endicott and don’t even have the grit to do a little thing like that. It is hard though, and Abigal isn’t the person to live alone. We have only had each other and it seems, well, almost treacherous for me to plan to go and leave her as I am,—after all these years.’’ Mary Margaret ran all the way home. The passers-by turned to look after the flying figure whose laughing eyes told that she shared a secret, and a delicious joke which she was dying to tell. “What on earth ails you, child? Every time I look at you, you’re grinning like a Cheshire cat. Now what are you laugh- ing about?’’ her mother inquired several times that day. In the afternoon Mary Margaret baked a cake, a splendid cake, and took a sample of it to the Ashburton sisters. She cornered Abigal in the garden. Miss Abigal, have you told Amanda yet?” “No, I haven’t; I just can’t. I haven’t had any peace of mind since I decided to go abroad and I won’t have any peace until I decide not to. It wouldn’t be right for me to leave my only sister here all alone and go off and have a good time. I was selfish ever to have thought of that.” “Oh! Miss Abigal, please don’t give up your trip! You go and tell her, right now. Please do. Why, maybe she wishes you would,—perhaps she wouldn’t mind your going at all.” “No, I can’t tell her this evening. I’ve made up my mind not to go at all. That is, I have almost made it up, for 1 have planned and planned all my life, and dreamed ami dreamed of traveling—of seeing all the wonderful things which were put in this world for us to see. So many things for one short life! And oh, how many people don’t see them, don’t accomplish the thing they have always dreamed of—although dreaming won’t get you anywhere. I can’t accustom myself to believing that I won’t always be here, that I won’t have time for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” And here I, one lucky individual, have a chance of realizing my one desire, and oh! I can’t seem to know what to do—and Amanda has been acting so oddly lately. I’m sure she knows there’s something on my mind. And we always shared every- thing—nothing has ever come between us. I wish I could pack up my troubles and sail away like that thistle seed yon- der; he doesn’t know where he is drifting nor where he will land—it might be in that mud puddle, hut not until he has first floated over the stalk of golden rod. It’s getting chilly; the melancholy days” will soon be here. Mary Margaret, and I must hustle or I won’t be spending them in Cairo.” The whippoorwills were whistling in the old elm tree, whistling—whistling plaintively, longingly; the branches of the sumac swayed in an occasional breeze, and a shadow passed over the moon. The rocker on the Ashburton front porch creaked steadily on. The frogs were croaking in the old green swamp; their lonely call, mingled with the heavy scent of roses, floated up to the Ashburton back porch. The swing suddenly stopped its gentle swaying. The bright moon twinkled between the leaves of the old elm tree and shone on the two motionless figures on the Ash- burton front porch. Then the sad voices of the whippoorwill and the frog were drowned by the lighter one of laughter. Miss Amanda sat down heavily, and Abigal continued to laugh. “Getting married? And to think how much sleep I lost worrying about poor you. Oh, dear me! If we had only looked long enough—our cloud was silver on both sides.” MILDRED WAGLE, ’24. ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL It was evening of an early spring day. The w'orld was drenched in rain that had been falling for the past twenty- four hours. The “Western Express” had reached a level stretch, just a few minutes distance from the Mountain Trail.” There was a curve before the train should reach the Trail,” and beyond the curve lay a huge boulder that had been loosened from the mountain side by the heavy rain. There was a sudden crash and a lurch, then the splinter- ing of timber and the smashing of glass followed by the treach- erous enemy—fire. The cries of pain echoed and re-echoed through the mountains, but few lived to tell the tale. Jim Stranger, a man past middle age and dressed like a mountaineer, had been riding a few seats behind Mr. Malcolm and his family. Robert Malcolm was a violinist. The public proclaimed him to be the world's greatest, but the masters and teachers said he would be if he would put the right kind of feel- ing into his music. His wife, Helen, had been a nurse and had saved many lives by her ability with the surgical knife. Their children were twins, one and a half years old; Junior had his father’s dark hair and eyes; Hope had her Mother's blue eyes and golden curls. When the crash came, receiving no injuries himself, Jim Stranger went to the aid of Malcolm, who with Junior had been fastened between two seats. After a few seconds of hard pulling, Stranger was unable to release them. Junior was cry- ing pitiously and Malcolm bade Stranger to get Helen and the little girl to safety before it was too late. When the lurch came Helen had fallen forward and struck her head on a sharp corner and was now lying on the floor unconscious with Hope bending over her crying, Mama! Mama!” The flames by this time, were dangerously near, and Stranger lifted the little girl and put her on the ground outside the window. With the aid of another man he managed to get Helen out of the car and to take her and the little girl to his wife, who had come to meet him and was waiting nervously in the wagon about five minutes distance from the wreck. Stranger then told his helper to return and do what he could for Malcolm and the little lad, while he and Mrs. Stranger tried to bring Helen back to consciousness. After they had quieted Hope and done the best they could for Helen and she did not gain consciousness. Stranger returned to the wreck to see if he could find Malcolm and Junior. He searched for some time and asked others if they had seen them or the man who had helped him, but they had not, and he returned to the wagon. In a consultation held by the ablest of the survivors they decided that it would be hours before they would receive help from the nearest city and that the mountaineers should take as many of them as they could home with them in their wagons and the rest would be taken back to Shady Gap. Stranger and his wife, deeply regretting that they could find no trace of Malcolm and Junior, turned their horses to- ward home. They had many miles to go and practically all of it was up hill, the narrow mountain road was very bumpy, but after hours of weary riding they reached their goal. The home of the Strangers was a large log cottage, situated on a level stretch, surrounded by giant pine trees, at the foot of a mountain ridge. For many days Helen lay unconscious; when she came to she lay as one in a trance, the gush in her head was healing splendidly. It was only because Hope called her mother that she in time recognized Hope as her daughter; but beyond this she remembered nothing—not even her own name. Here Hope and her mother spent the next sixteen years of their life. The Strangers had not always lived in the mountains. They had come there very mysteriously ten years before and at that time were known to the mountain folks as “The Strangers.” In later years, because of the deep regard these people came to have for them, they became known as Grandma and Grandpa Stranger. And so in time, Helen became well enough to walk around the house and garden. Grandpa Stranger had not been able to find any trace of Malcolm or the little lad. Hope was grow- ing rapidly and was loved by all who saw her. It was five years after the wreck. Hope had grown into a healthy, ruddy child, who with the coming of each Spring, loved more and more God’s great out-of-doors. During the past year, Grandpa Stranger had been giving her the first year’s schooling and promised that next winter he would take her each morning to the little red schoolhouse up the ridge. In the Strangers’ home there was one room into which no one entered but Grandpa Stranger. At times Hope had seen Grandpa Stranger go in and come out again with something under his arm, wrapped in flannel. On these occasions he had told her to stay around the house, he would be back soon; then she would sit and watch him out of sight. He always went toward the hill and later she would hear the full sweet tones of a violin, which seemed to come from the direction of the Leafy Bower,” the little fairy palace he had made for her. On this particular evening she thought that he had gone to see his traps. She was lonely and went up to the Leafy Bower” and climbed to the top of the tallest tree to watch the moon rise over the opposite ridge. She soon heard some one coming and looked down to see Grandpa Stranger step into the Leafy Bower just after the moon reached such a position as to throw its silvery beams upon the gray-haired man standing there with his bow ready to draw across the strings. Hope listened with wide eyes and open mouth until he had finished. Then she astonished the old gentleman by crying, “Oh, Grandpa! please, I love your music! Teach me how to play.” She came down from the tree but stopped short, for the man looked at her in stem amazement and said not a word. Her eyes filled with tears; then his countenance changed; looking back to five years before he saw lying in the rack of the little Western Express with Malcolm’s baggage, a violin. Had it be- longed to this girl’s father? He took Hope in his arms and kissed her. There in the moonlight of a glorious June night, Hope was given her first violin lesson by one of the world’s greatest artists. Back in New York, Robert Malcolm was pronounced, not only by the public but by the masters and teachers of the vio- lin, the greatest violinist of the age. He had found the only thing his music had lacked five years before. Junior had a private tutor and was learning rapidly. By the time that Hope was twelve years old she had fin- ished at the little red schoolhouse and Grandpa Strayer was teaching her from the books of his own library. She was mak- ing splendid progress in her music and he was greatly pleased with the prospects of her future prominence in music. She was hope and youth and budding life incarnate. In her blue eyes was the expectancy of a rainbow around every corner. In her step was the bounding power of superb health. In her laughing, singing voice sounded love for all the world, abso- lute courage, unquenchable joy. Lately Helen walked farther thun usual. She would wan- der for hours among the hills and always she had that strange far-away look in her eyes; as if looking for something. The first day she heard Hope play the violin, she seemed to awaken from a deep slumber and from that day on spent more time roaming the hills. When Hope became sixteen years of age, Grandpa Stranger told her of the wreck; of her father and her brother as he remembered seeing them that day; of the injury her mother had received and how she had remembered nothing of her life previous to that day. He told her of the violin in the wreck of the Western Express. This all perplexed her greatly, but when he told her what he expected of her in the musical world, it fired her with a determination to measure up to the standard he had set for her. In New York, Malcolm and Junior were planning a trip to the west for rest. Malcolm was tired of fncing those vast audi- ences and longed for quiet and rest. Junior was ready for col- lege and had announced his intention of becoming a great sur- geon. Malcolm was grieved when Junior showed so little in- terest in learning music, but when he declared he was going to be a great surgeon, his father was greatly pleased. He knew that Helen would have been delighted, could she have known. Helen—she and a little blue-eyed baby had been hunting him lately. He and Junior would go west; they would travel the same road they had traveled years before; they would get off the train at the mountain trail, where the wreck had occurred and follow it—where? Fate might determine that. It was evening of the 1st day of June, eighteen years after the wreck. Helen had gone for her usual evening walk. Grandpa and Grandma Stranger sat down on the porch for the evening. Before long Hope came riding up on “Lone Star,” her beautiful black horse. She took the horse back to the stable and returned to the porch and talked until dark of things she had seen during her ride. When the moon came up over the ridge, and her mother had not returned, she took her violin and went up to the “Leafy Bower” to play, thinking her mother would hear and turn her footsteps homeward. Softly and steadily the low, sweet tones of the violin vibrated through the still summer evening. Down on the cottage veranda the little gray-haired man and woman fose and walked to the end of the porch, where, looking up among the trees, they saw the girl who had brought them so much joy and they heard her play as she had never played before. When she had finished Grandpa Stranger said, “The time has come, Rose. Once more we will go back to the world and there 1 will introduce the fruits of my teaching.” Hope’s whole soul and thought was engaged in her music and she did not hear the approach of strangers behind her. When she turned, she was frightened to find two men behind her. One was an elderly man with gray hair and beard; the other was a tall youth with dark hair and eyes. Malcolm stood there gazing; the girl before him in the moonlight had golden curls and eyes that sparkled and danced. To Malcolm it was not Hope he saw, but Helen; Helen as he had known her in the days of his youth. In his excitement he went up to her erv- ing, “Helen! Helen!” Bob! The one word rang through the silent night. Mai- colm and Junior started in the direction of the voice; Hope dashed past them; it was her mother’s voice. Not far above them Hope stopped short, for at her feet lay her mother, un- conscious. Junior had run after his sister to see if he could be of any assistance. Malcolm stood in his place dumb-founded. Junior stooped and picking up his mother, followed Hope to the cottage. In her fright Hope had hastily but gently dropped her violin at Malcolm’s feet. When he saw the three descending the hill, he knew and understood, picked up the violin and bow and descended the hill to the cottage, behind his little re-united family. Everything was gone over and understood by all except Helen, who lay unconscious until noon the next day. At the time of the wreck Malcolm had been seriously injured and had lain at death’s door for many months. As soon us he was able he set out in search of Helen and Hope but met only discour- agement and returned home to devote his life to Junior. When Helen gained consciousness she no longer had the dreamy, dazed look in her eyes; she was, except for the “silver threads among the gold,” the same Helen Malcolm of eighteen years before. JUNE KERR, ’24. KING TUT’S RESURRECTION Since King Tut’s resurrection the styles and fashions of men and women (especially the women� have been revolu- tionized. So great has become the popularity of this man, that his name is known at the ends of the earth. Women’s wearing apparel has undergone the most change. Hosiery blocked and squared in such queer shapes, proves to us that the ancient Egyptians must have known something about checkers or chess! When a modern girl is made up (?) she suggests to us King Tut’s sister, (if he ever had any). The Tut style of shoes, hats and the like only goes further to prove that the living past in ever present. Next in line of those who have fallen victims to this pow- erful influence, are the dancers. The reappearances of an an- cient name accounts for the origin of another novelty, “The Tut Step.” And. last of all, the men are succumbing to this sudden impulse in the change of style. Tut shirts, ties and perhaps hosiery, have been and will be bordered with Egyptian figures. “Well,” thought King Tut, as the sound of the excava- tors’ shovels on the stone roof disturbed his slumbers, ‘‘that goes to show that you can’t keep a good man down!” But history repeats itself, again; for, after being enclosed for thousands of years, in his pyramid palace of wealth and unimagined splendor, King Tut-ankh-Amen, comes to rule. He remained there until Father Time’s wheel had made a com- plete revolution. He commands, not in u political or social sense but as u spectre whom we dread; yea, we worship, praise and even make sacrifices to him, as to a God. By sacrifice and worship we hope to secure his favor. This God is the “Tut Style,” the “Tut Fashion.” WILLIAM E. HINKEL, ’24. APPRECIATION OF MICHAEL ANGELOS WORK The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican at Rome was decorated by Michael Angelo and is by far the greatest example of fresco work which the world possesses. This fresco work is decidedly more difficult than picture painting. Some- times the space to be decorated is in a very dark spot so that the lights and shadows of the work must be exaggerated. Often the painter must lie on his back and paint above him, stretching his weary arms to his work for many hours at a time. The paint must be put on while the plaster is yet damp so that it will not peel off. These pictures on the ceiling of the chapel by Michael Angelo seem especially wonderful in that the figures stand out so prominently that it is difficult to realize the work is paint- ing and not sculptoring. Michael Angelo accomplishes this through the exaggeration of his figures, lights and shadows and through his force and desire to make us see the visions which he wished to portray. The decoration begins with the creation, and the rest of the ceiling is divided into small parts each representing a Bible story. These events and stories are all in consecutive arrange- ment finally leading up to that of the last judgment. This is considered Michael Angelo’s best painting, but he has produced many other masterpieces. In the field of sculp- ture his statues of Moses and David are famous the world over and he will never be forgotten as the designer of the dome of Saint Peters at Rome. CATHARINE SIMONS, ’24. SAFETY In the wild� of Africa, in the wilds of New York. What is the difference? Many people on the street, on Broadway, would shudder to think of themselves in the jungles of Africa. But there they are, carelessly walking straight into danger of all sorts. Long ago in the caveman age, men were surrounded by huge and terrible animals, snakes, small treacherous ani- mals, alligators, and serpents in the rivers; not only that but they were in danger of being clubbed by their own race. But wherever he went at all times, even while he slept, his natural instinct of self-preservation warned him of danger and kept him away from it. Then little by little, man, by means of brains and an active mind, annihilated these dangers, until about early Victorian times there were no dangers except that of being killed in duel or battle. But, sad to relate, with the increase of activeness of mind and brain, and the decrease of danger, our priceless possession, our instinct, died a slow death. Then, again, danger increased swiftly and took a dif- ferent form. Great cities grew up, autos, street cars, and trains are everywhere, wiping out many lives a day, and we go along carelessly and thoughtlessly. The only way we can again develop this needed quality is to practice being on the alert all the time. In this we have many aids. Every year a drive is launched by some one who has realized the trouble with our streets and especially our factories. Signs are everywhere, papers print appeals, and factories make appeals to their workers. But still many retuse to take need and i!iey are paying the price. Many are killed in the street and on railroad crossings, but by far the greatest number is killed working at our industries, especially our factories. And why? Just because of careless- ness, thoughtlessness and lack of alertness. The factories and mills have done their share. They have covered dangerous machinery, printed warnings, and installed safety devices. Now, if the worker is careful, thoughtful, and alert, all of the danger may be avoided. Can’t we take warning from the dozens of warnings in the paper each night, do our best to bring back that priceless gift of nature, the instinct of self- preservation? It is for yourself only that you make this effort. JANET COOK, ’25. This essay won the first prize in the essay contest held by Cambria Steel during its safety drive. WITH THE BELLS Think when the bells do chime, ’tis angels’ music period, O wonderful bell! O beautiful bell! () merciful bell, I I thank you again and again and again For the good deed you’ve done me this day. The subject was Latin, The work was translating. When lo! On the stuffy hot air You brought forth peal after peal after peal, And I sank with a sigh to my chair. JANE CLARK. '25. TO OUR GRADUATES Let me say just a word or two In memory of our Seniors true. Your departure is felt by all, You whom the world saw fit to call. It takes you from our Senior class And places you among the mass. Though your joys are somewhat ended And your many trials begin, Strive to live by all that’s in you, And through your efforts you shall win. Cheer up, old pals, for all must pass Into the world from their Senior class. MARGARET ROACH, '24. THE CLASSES Some ignorant Freshman, oh, so green— So small that they can hardly be seen; Some saucy Sophomores in a bunch That always give us a nutty hunch; Some funny Juniors, pry and perk, Always working with a jerk; And some bright old Seniors, very shy— Help to make up Westmont High. ROBERT CROOKS, ’26. 9f say! POETS MEMORIES We are wading in the brook, laughing brook. Leaves are rustling in the breeze. Mothers watching from a nook, shady nook— Just memories. Love is sparkling in those eyes, dreamy eyes, ’Neath the daintily perfumed trees. Two are breathing many sighes, lovers’ sighes— Just memories. Cool and sweet the summer day, lovely day, Winds are sighing through the leaves. There I watch my children’s play, merry play— Just memories. Now my hair is turning white, snowy white, My book lies idle on my knees. While I’m dreaming through the night, lonely night— Golden—memories. VIOLA PROUDFOOT, ’23. ON FIRST SEEING THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL To you, who, from a distance, beckons us Come and commune with your sacred self, we speak In humble words; of your human self We knew but little before, but now we Feel we know you as you were; you sit there As we think you sat in life, grave and calm. Drawing to you and guiding the untold Numbers who come to you for aid. Before Going to you, we thought of you as dead, but Lincoln, you are not dead, you will live on As you live now. and lived in the past Leading the Union, and all human beings In the trials of every-day life. We lived centuries in those few minutes— Cast under your spell, we forgot our own lives And went back to ’64 with you— ’Twas at the White House, and standing near The presence of an extremely plain man Stood one brave soldier, quaking with fear Lest his mother should hear of his sentence. In simple words he told how, craving for rest He fell asleep, despite his duty of guard. Lincoln, hearing him and trusting him, Sent him hack to his post, pardoned. That instance Brought to light the merciful, broad-minded man The brother and father of human race. As he sat then, so he seems to sit now Pardoning and forgiving our daily wrong.— We then saw him after the triumph of his speeches Talking modestly, and ever the same Surrounded by wonder and awe-struck men. You, Lincoln, lead our boys through the World War Just as you did long ago. For your sake They fought. You are the Captain still steering Our ship of State in the great ocean of Life. You sail alone,—guiding your crew—the States, You lived in Life’s garden of heroes. You sail now on Life’s ocean of men— Leading us, guiding us, as our Savior. Oh, Lincoln, what can we say to you? No one can understand our trifling words— They must go to you, see, and commune with you To feel the thrill that comes when in your home. Feelings are far greater than words, so now We merely say—we came—we saw— Were imbued with the sanctity of life As you portray it. We know our lives have been made Purer, richer and nobler, since entering Your home of white. HATH FRINK L. KRIEGER, ’23. THE GOLDEN ROD There’s a dandy tall big fellow, Who dresses all in yellow— In yellow with a covering of green; With his hair ail crisp and curly, In the autumn bright and early. As dancing o’er the meadow he is seen. Bright and sandy, tall, big dandy. Golden dancer of each dell! Green and yellow, happy fellow, All the children love him well. But at length this tall big fellow Doffs his dandy coat of yellow, And, scattered everywhere upon the green, Tiny spots of black and brown are seen; For the North wind takes his toll On each spot in every knoll. From the golden rod so fair It takes his yellow hair, And leaves instead of yellow A dark brown wasted fellow. SARAH ENGELHARDT, '26. THE MAGIC FOOT OF COLUMBUS Ye foot, whose magic touch frights fear away— Fear lest we go unbound by wedlock to our graves. Have pity on us doubtful and uncertain ones. Grant us but one slight touch of shining bronze Which may, ’tis said, as some fair morning dawns. Bring to our hearts the hero of our destiny. Thy once dull foot, Columbus, is worn bright By superstitutious fools like me whose plight Decreed by fate remains unaltered and unchanged. MARJORIE REYNOLDS, ’23. Inspired by the foot of Columbus on the bronze doors of the National Capital. One touch guarantees married life. Commencement Week June June June June June June Methodist Church 9 Junior-Senior Dance Baccalaureate Sermon Rev. McWilliams Class Play Picnic Commencement Alumni Banquet CLASS Mnrk Carter Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.” Why of course it’s Mark! Who else could it be? Mark is our class president, but of course his ambition doesn’t stop here. Some day we ex- pect to see him President of the United States. Mark is quite popu- lar with the girls and especially made a hit in Washington. When he grad- uates the school will be deprived of the most famous and experienced matcher. Katherine Krieger She is pretty to walk with and witty to talk with and pleasant too, to think on. Xo words can express how dear to us Kasey is. Our only regret is that we could not have had her with us for four years. She is one of those rare people who can do anything and make friends with anyone. Her tini- ness is more than made up for in the bigness of her heart. OF 1923 Dorothea Luebbert “Her voice was ever soft, gentle, an excellent thing in woman.” Few know Dot as she really is, witty, pleasant and lots of fun. Her modesty and quietness at school are very different from the jollity and good company that she furnishes at other times. Dot is a good student, too, always ready with her work and service. Dot has filled her position as representative in the Students’ Council and Secretary of the Class and in fact all her responsibilities ex- tremely well. Manuel Higgins “A merrier man within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal.” That is Mannic all over for he’s more fun than a train load of monkeys. He has learned the true value of a dollar by being the Treas- urer of the Class for the past two years. Judging from his first two years in high school we thought Manuel was an everlasting woman- hater, but since the Washington trip he’s been making up for lost time. Rufus Cooper A most senseless and fit man. When Cooper graduates, the tennis team will lost its veteran player. He was chosen Joke Editor so that the Freshmen would get an idea of what a Rood joke is. On the Washington trip, Cooper was the only one to pre- serve the Senior Dignity and there- fore made a good impression upon the feminine usher at a certain show in the city. August Engelhard! “A marvelous man for his size.” Augie furnishes amusement ab- solutely free of charge wherever he is. School life would be drudgery without Augie to give it a little color. Strange to say he seems best able to display his wit to the most advantage among French people (10:15 to 11). Augie is quick not only at leaving classes but in classes. We hope that his departure from us will not mean that we will be deprived of his mirth and radiated good nature forever. Ernest Engelhardt “A man he seems of cheerful yester- days and confident tomorrows.” Ernie certainly has blossomed out in his Senior year and revealed un- numerable hidden virtues, especially that of a debater. Little did we sus- pect in former years that we had with us an orator, debater, and best of all. an all-around good sport. The school will be gaining something by having hin� with it next year, for Ernie intends to take a post gradu- ate course. David Faunce “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” Without Dave, we hardly know what our class would have done! Everyone knows how hard and en- thusiastically Dave worked for our Fun Night, arousing enthusiasm in others and working as few do work! Throughout the year he has always been more than willing to serve in whatever way he could. Jane Fronheiser “She can dance and she can sing, She can do most anything.” One might think, to hear Jane in classes that her sole ambition was that of making “A’s.” However, there is no doubt that she manages to squeeze in every bit of dancing possible, even yielding to its charm during the noon hour. No one blames Jane a bit, but rather admires her for being able to shine in both. Mildred Hammer “And her modest nature and quiet air Show her as good as she is fair.” Mildred seems to be such a mod- est and quiet girl, but many have changed their opinion about her since the Washington trip. Millie was one of the liveliest girls in the crowd—always full of fun and ever ready for excitement. Although Mildred lives away from here, she has been with us four school years. There’s a mutual feeling eoncerning Millie—she likes the school and we all like her. Louiae Hammer “None knew her but to love her.” Slowly but surely Louise has en- twined herself in our hearts, so firmly that we shall never forget her. Always sweet and pleasant, ever ob- liging and generous. She has en- tered into all the activities of the school. Is it any wonder that we hate to lose her? Margaret Jones “Those about her, from her, shall read the perfect ways of honor.” There is no doubt of Peg's success as a student and she has quite an in- terest in all the other phases of school life. Margaret desires to con- tinue her stenographieal work at the Margaret Morrison school and we hope that her desire will be fulfilled. Charles McGahan “Zealous, yet modest; innocent tho’ free; Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms, Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.” Charles is one who, thought quiet in his undertakings, has made a suc- cess of everythin}; he has tried. He is a scholar, but better still, he is a dandy athlete. The basketball team next year will miss him, but a team some place else will have gained a good player. We feel confident that Charles will win honors both in scholarship and athletics when he enters another school. Louise Wellington “Music that would charm forever.” Louise is just full of music—full to running over—and we have been fortunate enough to get a share of it. All year Louise has been won- derfully faithful and obliging as our pianist and we should surely have been lost without her. The indirect cause of her nickname may be that of her incessant giggling for isn’t there an old adage— Laugh and grow fat?” Catherine McGrath “Thoughtful, loyal, ready to do, And a friend to cheer when you feel blue.” Katie is one of those girls whom everyone can call a true friend. Kindness and happiness permeate her presence. Outside of her jolly nature she is an excellent commercial stu- dent. Catherine is also a great novel reader. Most of her spare time is spent in reading novels. If she con- tinues as good as she has been in school she may be certain of heaps of friends and success in her work. Howard Shaffer “Silence is deep as eternity; Speech is shallow as time.” Howdy seems backward among the Seniors and especially in the class- room; but, on the baseball diamond he is one of the team’s mainstays. Although his name has never been seen among the leaders, Howdy is always there to give the necessary support. Ruth Palliser “A quiet lass, there are but few Who know the treasure hid in you.” Ruth is our quiet student. She is never idle—yet she always has time to smile and lend a helping hand. She has been our classmate four years, yet we had to go to Washing- ton before we really learned to know her. Someone (?) will get a real wife, for she is an accomplished cook. Viola Proudfoot ‘‘To those who know her not, no words can paint; And those who know her, know all words are faint.” Pi is an artist in more than one sense of the word. She is blessed with the talent of drawing and paint- ing. Her work in the Phoenician is merely a suggestion of what she really can do, for the lack of space deprived her of displaying her excel- lent work. Not only does she pos- sess artistic but also athletic and so- cial talents and a most attractive personality. Alma Reynolds “Write me as one who loves his fel- low-men.” We feel that this expresses Alma exactly. Although she has just been with us this year, she has gained many friends throughout the school through her jollity and good humor. We know she will have just as many after she leaves us, for she is one who makes friends wherever she goes. Elizabeth Sloan O darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.” A glance at her sparkling eyes and ever-present smile makes you suspect that behind them lies a heap of fun. One Ynoment with her, and your sus- picions are confirmed, for she is all mirth. Honey almost missed the trip to Washington, for her old age was telling on her in the form of rheuma- tism, but—trust Hun! She went. Katharine Stackhouse “Under her face, calm as summer skies, The little imp of mischief lies.” Kasey and her Ford are very fa- miliar to everyone. They have two characteristics in common—they are never still and they both afford amusement. Anyone needing a water carrier in the future may find an ex- cellent one in Kasey. They used great foresight in selecting her as Maid Dorothy in the play for she is characterizing the part to perfection. Baldwin will certainly be fortunate next year. Edith Turner “We love her for her own true worth. Edie is our star commercial stu- dent. She surely can make that type- writer talk. Someone will gain a prize when Edith is engaged as “Somebody’s Stenog.” But stenog- raphic work isn’t Edie’s only spe- cialty. As a French student—she shines. In addition to all this, Edie’s a peach to have around. Marjorie Reynold Her time is forever; everywhere her place.” Words cannot do cute old Marge justice—you must know her to dis- cover the wealth of virtues she pos- sesses. People such as Marge are scarce, for it is hard to find one per- son holding, in her small realm, the glories of scholarship, leadership, a good all-round sport, and a disposi- tion which wins and holds untold numbers of friends, both young and old. Alice Woods “When once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, the maiden her- self will steal after it soon.” A” has been so faithful and good natured in all her work! Her pri- mary accomplishment is preparing and serving banquets, or, in fact, anything in the line of eats. There are times of course when Allie gets peeved but you just need to kid her along for a few minutes and she’s just as merry as ever. Edwin Williams “Humor and seriousness both com- bined.” Eddie frequently has very little to say, but we attribute this to the fact that he probably spends most of his energy trying to get to school on time. We all know Edwin to be a dandy fellow and hate to see him leave us. Eddie hasn’t as yet an- nounced his ambition, but we have a premonition that we’ll hear of him in the future. Seymour Callet “Still we gazed and still our wonder grew, That one small head would hold the words he knew.” Seymour has great histrionic ability. Evidence of this is his work in our various school plays. He has also talent in arguing and debating, for he gave a convincing speech in our class debate and has taken an active part in our frequent class discussions. Therefore, we Seniors have rightly appointed “Sey” as our class philosopher. Rogues’ Gallery Who . Who in 1923 Otherwise Favorite Expression Occupation Usually Seen Alice Woods “A” For crying out loud She hasn’t told us In a Nash Mark Carter “Carter” That’s not so good Calling class meetings With the girls Katharine Stackhouse “Kasey” Knock her for a row Making us laugh In the Ford Ernest Engelhardt “Ernie” Y ee—e—e—e—e Cutting ’em up Matching? Elizabeth Sloan “Honey Huh? Asking questions Talking Katherine McGrath “Katie” Oh, ye gods Unknown In school Howard Shaffer “Howdy” ? ? ? Playing ball Can’t tell Viola Proudfoot “Pi” No kiddin’ laughing With a Navy pin Katherine Krieger Kasey” May I have your powder? Watching the moon With curly hair Seymour Callet “Sey” Come on Downing rivals Arguing Manuel Higgins “Mannie” Quit the kiddin’ Ask Kasey Late Mildred Hammer Millie” Oh ! Being good In classes Louise Wellington Lot” Say, what do you think I am? Playing in the orchestra In the Audio” Louise Hammer Just herself You don’t say so Attending to her own affairs Smiling August Engelhardt “Augie” Go home and grow up Growing up Cutting up Margaret Jones “Peggie” They call me a dum-bell Working On the Honor Roll David Faunce “Dave” 1 might say Contradicting Among the ladies Marjorie Reynolds “Marge” Yeah bo! You’d be surprised In a hurry Dorothea Luebbert “Dot” My Heavens Studying With a book Edith Turner Edie” Well of all things Keeping quiet Sometimes Alma Reynolds “Skinny” Holy Judas Priest Getting thin laughing Charles McGahan Chisel” Ah, keep quiet! Trying to study That way Rufus Cooper “Rufie” Ah, go on! Nothing in particular Loafing Edwin Williams “Eddie” Most ascertainly Heart smasher At it Ruth Palliser Ruth Good heavens Keeping quiet But not heard Jane Fronheiser Fronie” Ye gods! Making up (what?) Not at home GUS FRIES For those who know Gus, his name is enough to bring back that broad smile and hearty laugh of his, and to you who know’ him not we cannot tell how much you’ve missed. When Gus passed us day after day in the halls, attended classes, espe- cially Caesar, with us and worked with us. we little realized we had an artist in our midst of whom more than Westmont was to learn. And so when Columbia stole him from us we awaited eagerly to hear what her opinion would be in regard to this Alumnus of ours. N hat joy and surprise when the news came! Gus had won a scholarship and was sailing for France to con- tinue his career as an artist. We have never had an opportunity until now to really congratulate Gus for the success which he has achieved or to tell him how exceedingly proud we are of our Alumnus whose talent won for him growing fame. May your friendliness and ability, Gus, win for you as many sincere friends while you are abroad as they have won for you in Westmont. FRANCIS BYERS The old class of '21 is certainly making a name for itself out in the “wide, wide world.” Another of its members has accomplished something which any school would be proud to claim as the work of one of its students. We have always sus- pected that we would hear of Francis Byers in the future, and our suspicions have already been confirmed. Francis, too, has won a scholarship! His wonderful work has gained for him the award of a scholarship to Wood’s Hole, a Marine Biological Station in Massachusetts. It is in session during six weeks of the summer months and is renowned for its wonderful scien- tists. Francis’ choice of zoology was indeed a wise one, for he has always had a special talent along that line of work. He especially should be congratulated on the fact that he is the first undergraduate who has captured the scholarship for many years. Francis’ work at the school will never be forgotten for it has been largely through his talent and competency that our Annual, the “Phoenician,” has heretofore been such a success. The prophesy, “We see nothing but success in Francis’ future,” has already been partially fulfilled and we feel sure that the prophet had “a shining vision of the fair to-be.” ★ ★ ★ DAVID OLAUGHLIN Not all of our stars are among the Alumni, however, for the Junior Class claims one who has made a great name for himself. Just as Gus has won honors in art and Francis in scholastic work. Divvy 0’l.aughlin has gained a foremost place in the field of athletics. Through his splendid work at Boston last summer, he now holds the Boys Tennis Championship of the United States, an honor which any fellow might be proud to win and any school proud to claim. And we are proud of him! By his suc- cess in tennis Divvy has not only brought prominence to himself but also to his school. Our tennis team, which is undoubtedly an excellent one, has been scheduled for matches this season with some of the best schools and colleges in the country. If the rumors we hear have any truth in them at all, there is little doubt that Duke will gain still further renown in the tennis world. If Divvy works at tennis as he has worked as Business Manager of this issue of the Phoenician, we will be surprised if the prophecy, He is a comer,” is not speedily fulfilled. THE JUNIOR CLASS We Juniors come in gay, array, Hark ye to our words we pray; When did e’er you see a crowd Free from cares and yet too proud To leave undone that work of ours? We are known for all our powers; Of course we do not praise ourselves. But you'll admit that we’re like elves. For what is done no matter where. You’ll find that we are always there— The Juniors! May their fame increase! THE SOPHOMORE CLASS Though you don’t hear much about us, ’Cept our everlasting chatter. No one seems to ever doubt us When we say it doesn’t matter. We’ve done wonders on the quiet Though you didn’t always spy it; And even though we’re not so famous, They have had the pride to name us— Sophomores! THE FRESHMAN CLASS We Freshies are a jolly crowd, Doing things we’re not allowed; We are having lots of fun Though we seeni a little dumb; Maybe we’re a little green— That’s the way it surely seems. But the rest were Freshies once, They all took their knocks and bumps— As the others, so can we! And very soon, as you shall see, We’ll continue in the run, And like the others have our fun With Freshies that are yet to come. ALUMNI DEPARTMENT IDEALS Ideals are star-like, cold, remote, and bright. They lure and mock us from their height sublime. Thev draw us upward by their shining light. Grow brighter, purer, with each step we climb. Ideals are star-like. We can never hope To reach, to touch them with our mortal hands; As onward, upward in our way we grope, They stretch to us their warm, compelling hands. Ideals are star-like. With their steady gleam Our guide, we plough the sometimes stormy sea Of life. They are our all, our goal, our dream; In following them we reach our destiny. LOIS MOWREY, '21. A CAT-FISH STORY Now that Spring has come to stay, and the sun is so warm and inviting I can hardly find time to do the work that is re- quired of me, and find it harder and harder to kid the Prof, into believing I have done things which I have not done. For instance, the other day, in a class in “Anatomy” I had to dissect a cat’s brain and draw it. The weather being, as I have said, distinctly warm and the cat being none too—er, fresh, I thought I would copy a sketch from a book. I handed the thing to the Prof, for his approval. In a few minutes he looked up and said, Mr. Byers, if the good God had made cats over your sketches, he would have made them with fins! This happens to be a fish brain.” Well, the cat isn’t any fresher today and I have still to draw that blamed brain. Why didn’t God make cats like some students—brainless. Mor«l! Even though the weather is warm don’t kid your teachers too much. They are not as dumb as they look. FRANCIS BYERS, ’21. The following are extracts from letters which we received from the Alumni: I have been doing practically nothing of interest during the past year except to work, more or less, and to have a good time. The only other things I can think of are,—that I was tied for the one-hundred thirty-five pound college boxing title, and that I am now on the varsity tennis squad, hardly enough to set the world on .fire. I wish, too, that you would mention in your department that Charles Tarr, since last November 4th, has been seriously considering New York as a place of residence. This is a very important item! Sincerely yours, TED CAMPBELL, ’21. Your request recalled to my mind the activities incident to our school publication which I so heartily enjoyed and par- ticipated in while attending high school. Your note has served to convince me that the present classes are imbued with the same spirit which has been placing the “Phoenician” on so high a standard. I thank you for your kindness and ask you to accept my humble and friendly wishes for success. Very truly yours, SEABROOK REILLEY, ’21. At present I am at the Annapolis Naval Academy and will be here until June 7th, when we leave on our summer’s practice cruise. This year the cruise is going to take us to Copenhagen, Denmark; Glasgow, Scotland; Cadiz, Spain; and Gilbralter. After that we are going to have ten day’s battle practice off Hampton Roads. We’ll spend about ten days at each of the ports in northern Europe and about five days at each of the ports in southern Europe. We will disembark here at Annapolis on August 29th. As we will not have vacation before the cruise I will miss the Alumni banquet this year again. 1 certainly would like to get back and be with my old classmate again, but the military discipline of this Academy forbids anybody any leave before the cruise. Sincerely yours, PERRY THOMAS, JR., 21. The girls here at Randolph Macon’s are divided into two entirely different groups—“Odds” and “Evens.” Those who come in odd years are “Odds” while those who come in even years are “Evens.” Being an “Even” myself, I think a better crowd could not be found anywhere. Not one of us ever hesi- tates a moment to defend our mascot, Buttons—an old white horse. Every year the Sophomores and Freshmen have a song and cheering contest. This year the Freshmen won it, but my voice didn’t count very much in it, as I never had the courage to yell since the boys of our class played the Sophomores in High School. Very sincerely, JO WILLIAMS, '22. I’ve been so terribly busy that, unforgiveable as it may seem, I simply can’t do anything for the Phoenician.” I wish you all success with the paper, though. I’m sure the publication will be as good or better than any we’ve had so far with such capable people on the staff. Sincerely, MARGARET McGAHAN, ’21. I am at West Chester Normal School, the place where the best school teachers in Pennsylvania come from. (Ruth Langs- ford may dispute the latter part of this statement, but ask Sis, she knows.) To resume, I am here studying to be a kinder- garten und primary teacher and I have already acquired a goodly number of old-maid-school-marm habits and ideas. But there are some girls here whom you’d never suspect of being prospective teachers. This is especially true of one,—“the dandy little singer”—for whom, probably, Brud Leahey would be willing to say a few kind words. The greatest hardship that we have to bear is the pang of starvation. Three meals a day seem to make no impression on our digestive apparatus but seem rather to aggravate the empty feeling. Boxes from home are a great help (hint for Kasey Stackhouse), but as they are few and far between, the next best remedy is the little store around the corner. When I am enjoying a real meal I always think of Ted Campbell, the glutton and valedictorian of the Class of ’22. and wonder if he remembers how many chickens we ate between us at that glorious Alumni banquet last year. This reminds me that we shall all be together again in a few weeks. How good it will seem to be back again with the old-timers of W. u. Y. H. S. Hastily, MARY WRIGHT, ’22. My interests here at West Chester differ from those of Mary Wright in that my two years of training have developed such traits as prissiness and old-maidishness in me to an extent that nothing can satisfy me until the following questions are answered: In her future travels will Tootie be able to distinguish be- tween a smoker and a parlor car? Is Margaret McGahan taking a more advanced course in moonlight ukelele concerts or repeating last year’s course? Why didn’t Francis Byers go to France with Gus to act as his intcrperter? When will Leah leave home to become Pavlowa’s under- study? If the corner’s hurt every time Bobby Bingham eats a square meal why hasn’t he died of pain? Is Helen Wachob concerned with the heart-beats and pulse of any one else besides her patients? Why don’t the bright lights of New York dazzle Ted on his visits there any more? After accomplishing the feat of swimming the length of Ideal Park, has Jo succeeded in swimming the width of the immense pool” at Randolph Macon? Which is Ruth more interested in—state mail or State male? Don’t you think it would he better to change the saying, Frank Carter's heart is like a hotel because there is room for everybody” to room for ladies only.” Gossip, you well deserve your name if you can answer these questions satisfactorily. Curiously yours, SIS LEAHEY, ’21. IN THE SCHOOL THE HONOR SOCIETY The Westmont-Upper Yoder Chapter of the National Honor Society of Secondary Schools is growing. Its high ideals and standards of scholarship, service, and leadership are now recognized and are being attained by the whole student body. Though only members of the Senior Class can be .appointed as members of the society, the spirit of the organization has spread throughout the lower classes, whose members are the Seniors of tomorrow. Every month the honor students meet with the A. B. students and those with a possible C. We wish to give credit to the graduate Honor members who have been our inspiration. From the class of 1921, are Seabrook Reilly, Margaret McGahan, and Dorothea Leahey. There are also those from ’22 who have been our guides—Ted Campbell, Mary Wright and Helen Flack. The National Honor Society is a practically new institu- tion, but one of very great worth. It stands for the things that count in life—first, co-operation and service, and second, 'scholarship. The representatives of the class of 1923 are, Katherine Krieger, Marjorie Reynolds, Jane Fronheiser, and Margaret Jones. THE STAFF V ••• w GIRLS' CLUB This year, as in former years, the Girls’ Club has lived up to its standard by rendering service to the community when possible and by furnishing pleasure and entertainment for its members. The first social event of the year was a hike—a very suc- cessful hike. The party started out with a great deal of en- thusiasm, but without any goal; so it was agreed that the club should walk until they became tired. However some of the “ladies” soon repented of their decision for several members appeared to be indefatigable. Under the leadership of these ambitious “few,” the rest of the crowd was coaxed over fields, down hills, through woods, past Ideal Park, and on and on until Tire Hill was reached. Here a nice field was occupied, and while the tired members soothed their nerves by laughing and preparing sticks for the weiner roast and marshmallow toast, the “indefatigables” made a fire and got everything in readi- ness. A few minutes later when everything had been eaten, the fire was put out, all papers and boxes were gathered up, and the girls started for home. It was at the very beginning of the homeward journey that the kidnapping of the whole club was attempted. The girls were equal to the emergency for they ran until the kidnappers became discouraged at least they were not seen again. The crowd gradually dis- banded as town was reached, but one group went through Rox- bury distributing weiners and as a result had some interesting experiences (for complete description see Janet Cook or Clara Osgood). At Hallowe’en the club again had a party. Dancing, ghost stories, fortune-telling, and the initiation of the “Freshies” were the entertainments provided, but several un- expected occurrences added to the pleasure. The presence of the Sheik caused quite a sensation; nevertheless he was almost forgotten in the excitement occasioned by the discovery of some intruders who were desirous of refreshments. A radio concert was to have been held in the library that evening and although the radio did not work, many of the girls must have found some attraction up-stairs—for they stayed up the greatest part of the evening. There have been some unusual programs given at the regular meetings this year. Mrs. Storey’s “Style Show” was enjoyed immensely, and the Girls’ Minstrel was a delightful sur- prise—in fact it surpassed the vaudeville given at the Majestic Theatre. At another meeting the club was very agreeably en- tertained by some of the girls who had been in Miss Perry’s Oratory Class. There were also several musical selections given. The Social Service Committee has carried out the cus- toms established in former years by sending girls to the Chil- dren’s Ward in the hospital and by distributing food and cloth- ing among families who are in need. The Girl Reserves “Mother and Daughter Banquet’’ was given in the First Presbyterian Church on April twenty- seventh. The attendance was large and the Westmont club was well represented. Kasey Krieger greeted the mothers with appropriate words; while later, Eileen Lewis pleased the ban- queters with a vocal solo. An amusing feature of the evening was a singing contest between the Conemaugh and Westmont girls. The banquet was closed by a series of tableaux pro- traying the purposes and activities of the Girls Reserves. The biggest event of the year “came off” on Saturday afternoon, April the twenty-eighth—the Bazaar and Bake Sale which was successful despite rainy weather. Miss Greer kindly offered her home and it was there that the sale was held. In one room ail kinds of pretty things were for sale— handkerchiefs, bridge sets, aprons, bags and many other hand- made novelties. Miss Clara Osgood presided in this room, and it is believed (by some) that the sales were due to her powers of persuasion. In the room across the hall cakes and candy were sold. In a third room there were several tables of bridge of which Alice Woods had charge. Throughout the afternoon music was furnished by the victrola. The Girls’ Club made about seventy dollars during that afternoon. Some of this money will be used to pay part of the hospital subscription, the rest will be added to the fund for the delegates to Camp Nepahwin. Although the club’s activities have not been very numer- ous this year, they have been worthwhile and have been commended and supported by the girls. The club has gained many new members from the large Freshman Class. We hope not only that it will continue to increase in size, but also that it will become a better, more influential organization each year. THE STUDENT COUNCIL The Student Council has met regularly this year, holding their meetings at noon on Wednesday; and, although there has been some trouble in interesting a few of the members, several worthwhile things have been accomplished by this body. The Library Committee was organized early in the year for the purpose of aiding Miss Greer and Miss Neptune in the distribution of library books to the students. The girls of the committee have charge of the library during study periods. A “Committee on Points” was also formed with Louise Wellington as chairman. This committee has worked out a “system of points,” the aim of which is to keep one pupil from holding too many offices. Fourteen are the greatest number of permanent points that one person may have. The system has been carefully worked out, valuing each office at a certain number of points—according to its importance and the amount of work involved. It is hoped that the “point system” will be successfully put into practice and will accomplish its purpose in the years to come. The Council has made u few necessary changes in the con- stitution and has adopted a new plan for the selection of its members. It was discovered through the experiences of the year that no work can be accomplished unless the members are interested; so it has been arranged that only those who volun- teer for service will be eligible. By this method the Council hopes to obtain students who are willing to co-operate and do everything in their power to make it a success. Many other less important matters have been settled. The Council has gradually grown and has made progress despite the troubles which have arisen. It has been learning from experience—so every new body should be an improvement on those which have preceded it. DOROTHEA LUEBBERT. THE BOYS’ CLUB The Boys’ Club closed its most successful season in its history with the year 1922-23. President Charles McGahan ably carried his responsibilities and much credit is due to him. Owen Higgins as Vice-President was ever ready to step into Charles’ place when necessary. We must admit Bill Seitz is all there as a Secretary, while Eddie Williams as Treasurer would make a fine dentist, due to his power of extracting (money). Leaving the officers we come to the program of the club’s activities. Many excellent speakers addressed the club, among whom were Mr. Shaul of the forest commission; Mr. Clark, Chinese missionarv; Reverend Wallace; Mr. Cramer of the Y. M. C. A. One of the biggest events of the year was the ‘‘Father and Son Night.” This was attended by a large number of the boys and fathers, and various prizes were awarded, ranging from hair pins to peanuts. Mr. Harris gave a piano solo and Mr. Ludwig gave a talk on forestry. Eats were served and lots of thrills furnished. The Boys’ Club responded to the Memorial Hospital drive with a pledge of twenty-five dollars. The last meeting of the club was addressed by Reverend Fisher. He gave a splendid talk on ‘‘Pounding Sand in Rat- holes.” So you see we have had a better time and a more suc- cessful year than ever before and much of the credit is due to our manager, Mr. Fails, and to our pianist, Mr. Engh. So all together fellows, a big cheer for the Boys’ Club. JOHN B. GOBIN, ’24. SCIENCE CLUB The Science Club was organized because many of the pupils of the various science classes desired to study other branches of that subject, than those offered in their classes. The officers are: President—Helen Crooks. Vice President—Robert Crooks. Secretary—Florence Stutzman. Treasurer—Alice Raab. Librarian—Dorothea Wolf. Sergeant-ar-Arms—Joe Muckley. The programs are in the hands of a volunteer program committee. The dues of ten cents are paid weekly. So far the club has had two discussions of the stars, illus- trated by lantern slides from the Pennsylvania State Museum; a talk on birds by Sarah Engelhardt and Dorothea Wolf, illus- trated by mounted specimens; a talk on Venus and Mars by Adeline Eichler and Dorothy Emerling; a talk on the wild flowers of Europe by Miss Krebs, illustrated by mounted speci- mens: a talk on common wild flowers by Mary Brands, illus- trated by lantern slides; and an excursion to Hogback Tunnel, in charge of Miss Canan. THOMAS CLEAVER, ’26. BASKETBALL There is a group of “prophets” in Westmont which I would greatly enjoy “squelching.” It is that group which, as each successive Basketball season draws to a close, predicts a “punk” team for the succeeding year. Facts have proved these predictions false in previous years and any such prophecies made this spring are sure to suffer the same fate at the hands of next year’s squad. But it is about this year’s team that I wish to speak. I am proud to say that it is the best Basketball team which has ever represented old W. U. Y. II. S. This is no idle boost, but a statement backed by hard and uncompromising statistics. The schedule this year was no easy one, yet, under the handi- cap of having only two hours of practice and no home floor, we won a greater percentage of our games than ever before. We are usually very well satisfied to “break even” in our con- tests with the boys from Ebcnsburg. This year we defeated them on their own floor. We are usually content if we can prevent Bellefonte Academy from beating us by more than thirty points. This year we lost to them by only ten point and defeated them at the Y. M. C. A. in our final game of the season. And thus any number of instances might be men- tioned, proving the superiority of the squad of this year over squads of previous years. Here starts a new paragraph. It really should be a part of the preceding one, but we wish to set it off by itself in or- der that it may attract special notice. In case any of the fore- going proofs should fail to convince the reader, let him glance at this and drop his objections to our boastful statement. The squad of ’23 defeated the best combination of the old “stars” that the Alumni could produce. Of course we feel sorry for our Alumni—and right here and now the entire body of un- dergraduates wishes to express its sympathy. We wish to avoid all ill feeling between the student body and the Alumni, but we ask you, now, what else could we have done under the circumstances? But we will forget our troubles with the Alumni. They, and those of the world who care to, know how we love them (and how we beat them). There is, however, a section of our record which is not quite so pleasant to contemplate. Members of the team re- fuse to resort to the use of alibis in their explanation of our failure to down the .Johnstown High quintet in at least one of the four contests played, and ve will not mar their good ex- ample by beginning here. None of those games were one- sided affairs, and, as we will have practically the same team next year, there is every reason to hope that the squad will redeem itself in the future for its failure this year. BASKETBALL Date Opponent Westmont H. S. II II Dec. 8 Juniata H. S. !27| Westmont II. S. |54; 11 Johnstown 11. S. |27| Westmont H. S. |20 15 Windber H. S. |20j Westmont H. S. j35| 18 Conemautfh h. S. 152 Westmont H. S. |37| 22 ConcmauKh H. S 141, Westmont II. S. ;32j 29 Alumni |38| Westmont II. S. -10 Jan. 2 Windber H. S. 119 Westmont H. S. |30| 5 Johnstown H. S. |41| Westmont H. S. 33! 6 Indiana Normal |39 Westmont H. S. 23 8 Johnstown H. S. 23| Westmont II. S. 22 12 Saltsburg H. S. |28| Westmont H. S. 321 13 Leechburjf H. S. |39| Westmont H. S. 25| 1 ConemauK'h If. S. |23 Westmont H. S. 11 19 Johnstown H. S. 143; Westmont 11. S. 39i 22 Windber II. S. |36 Westmont H. S. |30| 126 Conemaujrh H. S. i 26 Westmont II. S. 35| Feb. 2 Windber II. S. 211 Westmont H. S. 311 1 3 Kbcnsbursr II. S. |33 Westmont II. S. 31 9 SalLsburg H. S. 38 Westmont II. S. '541 117 Bellefonte Acad. 132 Westmont H. S. 22| 19 (’onemauKh H. S. 1411 Westmont II. S. |44| 23 Hollidaysburg H. S. |28, Westmont H. S. I37| March 1 Kockwood II. S. 1181 Westmont H. S. 66| 2 Mt. Savape 129 Westmont H. S. 50| 3 Hollidaysburg H. S. |32 Westmont II. S. 311 16 Bellefonte Acad. 147 Westmont H. S. |49l THE LEAGUE A basketball league was organized this year among the High Schools of this district. It was composed of Johnstown, Westmont, Conemaugh, and Windber High Schools, the teams finishing the race in the order in which they are mentioned. Westmont was handicapped by a poor start in the League, due to sickness among the players, but ended the race with “flying colors.” THE PLAYERS A basketball “team is composed of five players who are equally important to the success of the team. If this condi- tion does not exist, then the team is not the machine that it should be. However, as is the case in our own team, these players may be of equal importance to the team, though not in similar ways. CAPTAIN HEN” SEITZ Hen” was a vital and almost indispensable cog in our machine this year. We don’t want to credit any one man with having been the “whole team,” yet we feel that Henry does deserve a little more credit than his fellow teammates. Upon him rested the responsibilities of a captain. Upon him also rested the additional responsibility of deciding a number of the contests by his work from the foul line. And besides this he was always counted upon to secure a large proportion of our points from the field—and the strange part of it is that he never failed us in any of the many things which w'ere ex- pected of him. Thus it is easily apparent that our captain fulfilled his trust to the fullest extent. FRANK LEAHEY Frank Leahey is scheduled to be the “small-boy hero” of Westmont next year, as he was elected to succeed “Hen” Seitz as captain. We take this opportunity to congratulate him and wish him all success in his undertaking for he has certainly earned his position and is deserving of the best of success. His present elevated position is due to his work on the Vars- ity” during the past two seasons. His speed in floor-work and his ability to break through the best defenses and cage the ball have contributed much to the success of the team. MANAGER OWEN HIGGINS “Goat” Higgins was the official “tin can eater of the squad. All the work that was too rough or unpleasant for anyone else to do was left to him. But even then he didn t have so very much to do. The Manager accompanies the team on ali trips’ and I have more than once suspected that Owen was chosen for this position more because of his never-failing good nature than because of any capacity for work which he possessed. CHAS. McGAHAN “Chiae” is the big boy.” He has been a “Varsity” man for two years and is one of the steady pluggers on the team. He was not one of the brilliant players of the team but was valuable to it because he knew how to work with the other players. McGahan is the only member of the team who will graduate this year, and unless some of the other players grow during the summer, we will miss him next season. TED WAGNER “Waggie” has been a “Varsity” man for two years and is the mainstay of the defensive department of the squad. “Ted” is certainly well built and well trained for the position which he occupies. The best and huskiest of our opponents always prefer running around “Ted” to running into him, and when such conditions exist, his work is half finished before he even starts. “BILL” SEITZ “Bill” is the future star of the squad. He is only a Sophomore but he has already played a year on the Varsity as running guard—and there wasn’t a sub who came anywhere near being a close second to him. Bill” is the boy that makes the kind of shots you read about—one-handed from the mid- dle of the floor while he is traveling at full speed. ROSS MONK” COOK (SHEIK) Monk” was valuable to the team as a boy who could fill any position in an emergency. He didn’t earn his “Letter” in any one position but was valuable in that he could fill any gap caused by chance (or by one of the regulars failing to measure up to par. When we went on trips the girls always fell” for the “Sheik”—(SOME-TIMES). HARRY CALLET Harry isn’t very big and he was only a “sub” this year, but what there is of him is certainly all right. He is fast on his feet, hard as nails,” and has an eye for the basket. If Harry can manage to add a few inches to his height, he will make the best forwards on the squad step lively in order to hold their positions. RALPH MARSHALL (SPIKE) Spike” is only a Freshman, but he has served a year as Varsity sub.” He found that there was a slight difference between playing for a “little five” and earning a berth on a High School Varsity” squad. But “Spike” doesn’t need to worry. The center position will be vacant next year and if he is really in earnest, he can have things pretty much his own way for the next three years. COACH ENGH The fact that the appreciation of our coach comes last in line is due to no neglect on the part of the editors. Strange as it appears, they had a definite purpose in doing this. We deeply appreciate the work of our Coach in this school and all records and accounts have been placed before in order that the reason for this appreciation may be understood. This is only a small school and it is not very old. Yet, due to the efforts of Mr. Kngh, wo are already prominent in three branches of sport. The Track Team is only known locally, as the annual county meet is the only one which we enter. Our Tennis Team, I feel safe in asserting, is as good as any team in its class in the country. Basketball, the sport to which he devotes most of his time, has been developed to a remarkable degree in our school, considering the circumstances under which the team is forced to play. The Basketball Team is known all through this section of our state and even in Maryland, and I take pride in saying that it is not only known but respected as a worthy opponent. Ask any player of any team about the Coach as a man, and the forthcoming answer will be a recommendation of the highest sort. We don’t ask you to take the mere word of anyone as to his ability as a coach—we simply request that you consider carefully the statistics published here. And now perhaps you will have some little idea of why we appreciate cur Conch and his work in the school. TENNIS TEAM —1922 TRACK TEAM THE TRACK TEAM Chug—chug—ch—ch—cu—chug! “It’s a good thing the old tub got up that hill. Now for the next.” Chuamgh—cu—chug—chug—chug! NOTE: And so on for about thirty minutes. Yeah for Ebensburg! All right, gang, pile off!” And we did. Of course all this chugging is about the track meet! At the chiming of the ten o’clock bells we pulled up in our limou- sines and disembarked. Soon after, the preliminaries started! My but they were some preliminaries. Of course it is a recog- nized fact that Westmont won enough places to put her in the afternoon finals for the cup. And we showed them we hadn’t forgotten how to yell either, didn’t we, Westmont? Next in order we retired for grub and came back in time to give a few lusty cheers before business started. Incident- ally it started with a bang—of the starter’s gun. Although Seitz and Leahey tried their hardest in the hurdles we were doomed to disappointment. The hundred-yard dash was another tough luck affair. We gained no points in the 220, the half-mile, the mile and the -110. About this time Westmont was feeling pretty blue when Leahey won the first place in the high jump. Our hearts went up in the region of our shoulders. Following this he got first place in the pole vault. Our hearts went up in our throats. At this time Viola Pedcn came across with second place in the basketball throw and third in the baseball. We all agree that she can shake a mighty arm. At this sensation it was neces- sary that we take our hearts out and put them in our pockets. And we were ready to hoot our heads off when “Marg” Jahn got second and Viola third places in the hundred-yard dash for girls. We went home a mighty happy crowd with third place tucked away with our hearts and joyously squeaking with fail- ing voices, the “Old Gray Mare.” Since the track meet we have learned that Patton was dis- qualified, thus giving us second place. Nine rahs for West- mont ! JOHN B. GOBIN, ’24. TENNIS Westmont High School came through one hundred per cent in their tennis schedule for 1921-22. Much of last year’s success was due to the efforts of the girls who made the bake sale a success and this gave us the necessary financial aid. We want to thank them for their co-operation and support. Last year the team was in its infancy, and so did not have a very extensive schedule. Nevertheless a reputation was established and the prospects for this year are very favorable. We have matches scheduled with colleges, Cornell and Pitt; and with Kiski Prep School and Huntington High School. W'e had hoped to secure a match with Germantown Academy but owing to difficulties in their schedule, they were unable to play us this year. This game was of particular interest to us on account of the World’s Champion, William T. Tilden, being their coach. Washington and Jefferson and Carnegie Tech have the one-year ruling, but we hope to meet them next year. We feel that in competing with such schools as these mentioned we are striving toward a high goal; with the generous support of the student body and with the help and encouragement of our coach and our manager, we may successfully have a team that will be able to compete with any in the country. JACK O’LOUGHLIN. 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NATIONAL HANK JOHNSTOWN, PA. THE TRIP TO THE EXPOSITION One day in English class we received news that we were going to see the Greater Johnstown Industrial Exposition that was to be held from the second to the seventh of October. Immediately there was much confusion, for a visit to the expo- sition meant a day off, and a day off meant no work. We started about ten o’clock and all managed to squeeze into the Southmont street ear, alias, the “Toonerville Trolley,” and then the fun began. A sharp curve would swing those who were standing into the laps of those sitting and forthwith would rumble a chorus of “Ah’s” and “Oh’s” and “Ouches.” It seemet' as though the car must upset judging from the way it leaned and swayed. When we reached the exposition we had to push our way .through the gate and, once inside, we scattered like flax be- fore the wind. To me the most interesting exhibit was the Cambria Steel display. Some of its features were the all-steel mine cars, farm implements, and especially a steel axle, twisted cold. The latter was considered one of the greatest features of the exhi- bition and was on display at the World's Fair, held at San Francisco. Another department was that of the Safety First where there was an extensive collection of masks, goggles, and special kinds of gloves and mining lamps. The masks were especially interesting, some of which were employed in weld- ing, others for the rescue of miners, and still others for cutting steel. A large board with about a dozen pairs of glasses then attracted our attention. Each pair had saved a man from be- coming blind. The printing and silk machines were a mass of compli- cated machinery. At the printing machine our names were printed on small strips of lead which resulted in considerable disturbance in the school, especially among the Freshies. We spent a profitable morning among these displays and grudgingly returned to school. Some were unfortunate enough to miss the Southmont car and arrived at school just in time to grab their books and rush to the first class. WILLIAM SCHAUP, ’26. nmnnm Clothing and Furnishings For Pail anil The Hoys ... 138 CLINTON STREET -. FIVE REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD HAVE YOUR SHOES REPAIRED BY US:— 1. An Expert Shoemaker and Mechanic will repair them. 2. We use the Goodyear Welt shoe re- pair system. 3. All work guaranteed. 4. The best and quickest service. 5. The best material, for the most rea- sonable prices. WESTMONT SHOE REPAIR SHOP REAR 237 FAYETTE ST. Will Call for and Deliver Work Phone 2669-J During basketball practice—Engh: All right now Henry, dribble to the side of the floor and shoot yourself. A girl is known by the date she keeps. If the moon had a baby would the sky rocket? Miss Neptune: Any one can be a parrot and recite mere w'ords. Bright one: How about a preacher? I went to a wedding last night. I suppose the bride had the conventional Malachrino! Big Boy: What’s a ground hog? Little Runt: Sausage. A big ki-yi for the grade school minstrel ! ! Miss Neptune: If you have any old magazines, bring them to school tomorrow. M. Carter: What for? M. Englehart: To give to the starving blind. Madame: (First day of French)—“I was out at a banquet last night and no one knew I was French.” Noah was right when he said you can’t believe everything you hear. Why are young men’s eyes like birds? Because they flit from limb to limb. How is a teacher like an engineer? One trains the mind, the other minds the train. Freshman Girl—What’s a Whiz Bang? Senior Man (with great presence of mind)— Oh, that’s one of those trade weeklies put out by an auto accident insur- ance company. What is your doggie’s name? Ginger. Does he bite? No, Ginger snaps. Buy Quality Jewelry at Far Less S. Zaconick Dealer in DIAMONDS, WATCHES JEWELRY Fine Watch and Jewelry Repairing 545 MAIN STREET City Phone 1779-B Johnstown, Pa. To Have Good Luck Wear Your Mirth Stone JANUARY Garnet or Almandine FEBRUARY Amethyst or Peridot MARCH Bloodstone or Hyacinth APRIL Diamond or Kunzite MAY Emerald or Tour- maline JUNE Pearl or Agate JULY Ruby or Rhodenite AUGUST Moonstone or Sar- donyx SEPTEMBER Sapphire or Aqua Marine OCTOBER Opal or Coral NOVEMBER Topaz or Crocidolite DECEMBER Turquoise or Chryso- colla They’re Selling More and More As the local market area enlarges—aided materially by better transportation facili- ties — progressive Johnstown merchants are increasing their sales every day through the simple formula of advertising in The Tribune. The circulation of this paper has expanded and grown with each new territory that has de- veloped within the local shop- ping radius, and its more than 28,000 Net Paid copies can be used daily at a much lower cost per thousand than is available in any other medium. CENTURY RANGES Made RIGHT in Johnstown Any Stove Dealer Can Supply You CENTURY STOVE MANUFACTURING CO. Du Pont Place Johnstown, Pa. McGahan modestly boasts of the intercollegiate long- distance sleeping championship. You say the girls are vain? Ask the girls how long it took the basketball boys to get ready for their picture. Faint perfume never won fair damsel. In the Sanitarium—Bill— Is the clock on the wall right?” Dill— It wouldn’t be here if it was.” He swept the room with a glance. Pictures swayed, rugs squirmed, chairs rocked, tables creaked, the lights went out, and terror reigned. When Carl Arent sweeps there is power in his sweep. Carl is already considering taking a post-gradu- ate course in--------? Westmont can’t afford any more murder mysteries. The chief and his force are several solutions behind, as it is. How do some people figure that Sunday is a day of rest when it’s the one day that a man stays at home with his wife? Two boys were fighting outside of the school. The teacher went out, and the aggressor, a small red-faced lad of about ten, was asked to explain. “That fiat-headed Swede insulted me. He said that I was a Dutchman and I’m not. My father was a Bulgarian and me mother was a good lady from Mexico.” The explanation was accepted. Two naughty children were having a verbal dual 1st Boy—“There’s enough wood in your head to make a ship.” 2nd Boy— Yes, and there’s enough sap in your head to flood it.” A Way to Make More Money. Perfume your dollar bills and add a scent to each dollar. + Congratulations, Class of 1923 WE FELICITATE the members of the graduating class of the Westmont High School on hav- ing completed the prescribed course of study and wish them full meas- ure of success and happiness as they journey through life. Naturally we suggest that they early form the habit of doing their shopping here for, of course— + Personal Supervision Counts The heads of this business interest them- selves in the buyer of every Soda Fountain that leaves their establishment. This interest is not remote or theoretical, but immediate, active and actual. Responsible mechanics safeguard and scruti- nize every essential step in the process of installation. The WALRUS is not an ordinary fountain, but a special built Soda Fountain. Let our salesman show you how it excels. LEE-STRAUSS CO. SODA FOUNTAINS AND STORE FIXTURES 232 Levergood Street - - John� town, P . ONE GRADE—ONE PRICE—ONE SERVICE- EASY TERMS—DEFINITE DELIVERY ..........................—-----� EVAN LEWIS’ STORE GAS, OIL, ICE CREAM ••• and ••• GROCERIES On the Brick Road Back of Westmont The largest vegetable—Englishman— ‘I saw a head of cabbage that weighed eleven pounds.” Dutchman—“That's nothing, I saw two officers sleeping on the same beat.” The other day Miss White endeavored to give the studious students of the seventh study period a few of the fine points in the gentle art of boxing. She fought a no-decision settee with Mr. Dan Ellis, one of our esteemed and honored upper classmen. Miss White scored a decided victory over Mr. Ellis and she is calmly awaiting all new-comers. Any pugilistic fans desiring to arrange a match please notify Mr. G. A. Fails, fight manager and promoter of Miss White. Satisfaction is guaranteed. Fond Mother—“Gladys, didn’t I tell you never to let me catch you sitting on that young man’s lap again.” Gladys—“Hut how did I know you were coming?” Fond Mother— There—there honey, I ain’t blaming you, but it's hard on them chairs.” Alice Woods sure has a busy time seeing herself as others see her. BY RADIO TODAY B. V. D. 7:00—Talk by Matt Tress on the “Wave Length of Bobbed Hair.” 7:30—Singing by the Boiler House Quartet, song entitled “Columbus Came Over on the Cauliflower.” 8:30—Intermission for applause. 8:67—Bed time stories for the Freshies. X. Y. Z. 7:26 —Mr. I. M. Thirsty will give a barrel-tone solo entitled, “You Can Take My Dicker, but You Can’t Keep Me Still.” 8:01—The Russian Quartet will sing a song, “Some Sunny Dayskie.” The quartet is composed of the following members: Nicholis Popomquictz, Stevan Othazy, Mose Romonofsky and Manny Higgins. 8:90—The Cat-whiskers Club will read an interesting paper on “My Gal Ena.” + Kline's—The Quality Store of City Hall Square Ready'to-Wear Exclusive Hut Mot Expensive KLINES + +------------------------------------- We wish to thank the High School boys and girls for the trade they have given us. American Shoe Repair Shop 348 Main St., City Hall Square W. E. JAMES, Proprietor +• For Fine Quality Engra vet I If reddi ng Announcements and Invitations— Calling Cards and Business Cards VALLEY ENGRAVING CO. Second Floor. H'oolf Annex Lincoln St reel P. D. Q. 7:20 3-1—Frances Nobudy will sing Asleep By the Ditch’ followed by the pathetic ballad, Just as I Am With- out One Flea.” 7:26—Three-year-old African Mothballs will recite The Hole on the Barroom Floor.” 8:00—The B. V. D. Trio will give a number of pleasing com- binations. The most popular of these will be Daisy, the Bar Maid,” and Just Onc't Again.” Registration Matriculation Proclamation Initiation Transformation Concentration Admiration Flirtation Conversation Initiation Acceptation A COLLEGE EDUCATION Procrastination Aspiration Vibration Infatuation Conflagration Determination Palpitation Conferation Graduation Solemnization What are the leading papers of Omaha? Cigaret and divorce. Did you go to church last Sunday? No, I slept at home. Miss Neptune ought to have wavy hair. You don’t have to go to the farm to get fresh chickens these days. SEEN IN WASHINGTON Mannie and Kasey went out one night To see the show’ at Keiths. And prim, precise, with proper quiet They sat—thus—far—apart. But, oh, the Hero wooed the girl, Twice, oh, he stole a kiss, And when the lights went on again They SAT UP CLOSE LIKE THIS. + WM. B. WATERS BRO. Blank Books, Loose Leaf Ledgers, Pictures, Picture Framing, Books and Stationery + A TREASURE CHART Thousands have sought in vain for buried treasure when they might have found fortune close at hand. Here are sure directions to follow if you would find wealth: Buy Wisely Save Systematically Deposit your savings in this institution, receiving 3cfi interest. No treasure chart ever led to more certain fortune. ------------The----------- National Bank of Johnstown JOHNSTOWN, PENNA. Capital, Surplus and Profits Resources -------- $400,000.00 $3,000,000.00 Who Could Imagine— Seymour Callet without his hair combed. “Ollie” and “.Johnnie” without the Kasey sisters. Bill Greer without a tongue. “Cuneo” Wagner in knee breeches. Eddie Williams with a shimmyless laugh. Miss Krebs without rubber soles. “Jeff” Jose kissing Sally Geer. “Monk” Cook in his right senses. Ernie without the fever. Mr. Fails without curly hair. Davy without a mustache. Madame McFarland without her catskin. John Gobin still thinks that an onion could, by concentra- tion and perseverance, make itself a prune. AD COLUMN How Do You Brush Your Hair? “Morey” Lewis Do You Weigh What You Should? Donald Berkley Whistle T. D. Williams Time to Re-tire Jane Fronheiscr Stretch—Yawn—Relax “Bob” Longwell Enchantment “Kasey” Kreiger Sunkist Viola Proudfoot 91) -I-1-100% Pure “Rat” McKornan Ideal Hands “Jay” Cook Sun Maid Clara Osgood How Ten Minutes Fun Every Day Keeps Me Fit “Manny” Higgins Vie Flair Groom Hammond His Master’s Voice “Todd” Brown Is There a Little Fairy in Your Home? -----Sarah Geer Reduce to Music Louise Wellington A Skin You Love to Touch “Sis” Cook Can You Guess This Man’s Age? “Augic Englehardt Joes’ Toys Will Make You Smile, Too “Henny” Dicky Cunningham Vacuum Tubes “Lib” Rogers Lovely Eyes Miss Ross Day Dream Kenny Bidleman Vacuum Cup Tires “Henny” Seitz The Gold Dust Twins “Honey” and “A” The Children’s Hour Chapel —Compliments of— COSGROVE CO. COAL JOHNSTOWN, PENNA. AT YOUR FINGER TIPS There is a kind of magic in the ease with which you summon Electrical aid. Touch a button—and whir-r-r! Old-time drudgery flies out of the window. From the time the household wakens to the labor of the day, through almost every form of household labor. Electric Devices Give Their Instant Aid It is interesting to see how this great magic force has revolutionized every phase of modern work. We especially recommend Electric Washing Machines, Electric Vacuum Cleaners, Electric Irons, Electric Sew- ing Machines, Electric Ranges. PENN PUBLIC SERVICE CORPORATION Mias Krebs—“! forgot myself today and spoke sharply to one of the girls.” Mr. Shambach—‘‘Did she resent it? Miss Krebs—‘‘For a moment, yes. Then she smiled and congratulated me on my bravery.” Bashful young man (to a girl at plumbing company) — “P.—I—I'd like to have a bath tub demonstration, please.” School is a prison, that’s what it seems, Never a place of pleasant dreams, It’s a dungeon room— A place where I’m doomed, Where I sit ’most every day. While six hours of misery pass away. When I watch the clock upon the wall, The hands don’t even seem to crawl. And, if I could, I’d quit, that’s all— Play tennis, swim, play golf and ball. My wouldn’t that be great? No studies that I hate. Oh, what worries has the bald-headed man! Ask him which way he combs his hair if you can. What does he have to worry about? Not of his hair ever falling out. No barber bills . Ever give him the chills, Or clippers clip away his dollar bills. He does not have to worry a day About his hair a-turning grey. So a balded man, at the very worst, May be blessed, in a way while he’s cursed. don. h. McGovern, ’26. Don Lecky—‘‘Who was Santy Claus’s mother?” Todd Brown—“Mary Christmas.” Patent Pending—Insignia for D—E club. One hundred and forty-five to be ordered by Westmont “Hi.” Miss Baker: What docs Egypt export? J. Northwood: Dancers, the Egyptian kind. G reer Funi iture Co. INCORPORATED LEADERS IN Furniture. Floor Coverings, Household Furnishings. Stoves and Ranges 3 £ - The Oldest Furniture Store in the City Since 1883 219-227 BEDFORD ST. You don’t believe in signs, do you, Cuthbert? ltcosls Dr;butle°dhbyaKclly' The Johnstown Automobile Co. 101-111 Main Street Have You Ever Heard The e: “It was perfect torture to get up this morning. “This room is so hot, I am cooked alive.” “I’ve gone crazy over basketball.” “The light is so poor, I’m nearly blind.” “Speak louder. I can’t hear a thing.” “I was petrified.” “Her impudence makes me simply wild.” “Shut that window, I'm frozen stiff.” My clothes are worn to tatters.” “You make me sick.” “I’m completely exhausted.” “It was so funny, I was just splitting.” “I’m simply stuffed.” I played tennis till I dropped.” “I nearly had a fit.” “My dear, I’m just dead.” WHO’S WHO IN W. U. Y. H. S. Don McGovern Dave Fauncc Louise Sheridan and Jack Reese Mr. Fails Miss White “Skinny” Williams “Ollie” Proudfoot Mave Finkelson “Bud” Roach and Eileen Lewis Kenny Fisher “Tillie” Tomb Jo” Muckley Fritz Schwab “Jeff” Jose and Hammond Mr. Yoder I ouise Wellington Monk” Cook Jane Fronheiser Eddie” Williams William Woods The Tennis Team Mark Carter Rhubarb Yaselino Seymour Callet For Girls in School- Misses or Juniors— We have complete lines of Beautiful, yet Practical Dresses, Coats and Other Wear embody- ing High Quality and Real Stylishness—but Sold at Mod- erate Prices. WIDENER'S Johnstown’s Style Center 527 M l STREET REAL CLOTHING For High School Boys And Thomas’ have them in every shade or style that is being worn this Spring and Summer. Look your best on Graduation Night and select one of these Suits All Prices. JOHN THOMAS SONS MAIN STREET Scout Sam (rushing from cook tent)—Say! fellows, the kettle and the coffee pot are singing for a bet.” (The Other Scouts)—“P'or a bet? What do you mean.' (Scout Sam)—It’s true. The frying pan is holding the steaks. If you sec a bumblebee Bumming o’er the lea, If you have any sense You will be that bumble-bee. A lady went into the Penn Traffic the other day and said to the clerk, “I want to get my girl repaired for the Junior- Senior reception at the Westmont High School.” Doesn t speak highly for our annual jubilee. When the Honorable Seniors were asked to write what they would have taken into their tomb had they been King Tut, the following brilliant remarks were received: My Sweetheart ........... Shoe Laces A Wedding Ring An Electric Curler Someone to Dance With A Ford Seymour Callet Howard Shaffer Marjorie Reynolds Alice Woods Katherine Krieger Louise Hammer Alma Reynolds Dorothea Luebbert Catherine McGrath Louise Wellington Katherine Stackhouse Elizabeth Sloan Manuel Higgins Rufus Cooper Margaret Jones August Englehardt Ruth Palliser Ernest Englehardt Viola Proudfoot Edwin Williams David Faunce Mark Carter Charles McGahan ..Jewels A Fountain Pen A Good Novel A Vanity Case A Ford A Powder Puff Bananas A Harem A Radio A Collar Button A Picture Pair of Bones An Orchestra Ice Cream Button Hook A Ford Spectacles ........................—— ■■ --- Going Away to School ? EVERY college man in this country will tell you the importance of first ap- pearance as a Freshman. The quick- est way to meet “the right men ’ the fra- ternity men who “run things,” and get a chance to prove your good qualities, is to make a good appearance. You know that good clean-cut clothes are a visible asset. TROSS Clothes are good clothes. They are an accomplishment. Their hid- den value, their workmanship, their fabrics which make them shapely to the last are the result of art and science. Yet they cost no more than ordinary clothes. They stand for what we stand for— QUALITY without Extravagance GEO. H. TROSS co 502 Main St. GOOD CLOTHES 502 Main St. +——Interest Paid on Time Deposits- First National Bank The Oldest, Largest and Strongest in Cambria County Comer Main and Franklin Streets, Johnstown. Pa. Resources: Fourteen Million Dollars $14,000,000 KING TUT Old King Tut was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he. He called for his wives, he called for his servants And talked of his family tree. Old King Tut was a merry old soul. And a merry old soul was he. Before he died he finally decided Where he should buried be. So old King Tut as we all know. He made his own decree— That after he did die they should bury him In a tomb far away from the sea. So after he died, his wives they cried, But did as they were told, And buried him with his couch of gold. Three score million years went by— An Englishman wished to see how Tut had died And at last discovered the tomb. Then old King Tut knew that he was doomed. He summoned his spirits one and all And said, “Go chase them from my tomb; If they won’t go, kill them dead; Be sure to get them all,” he said. But the spirits afraid of human men, Told their master it was all in vain. But Tut, he did get furious then, He chased the spirits off And they never came back again. —A. E. BRICKNER. Moony—What makes your car so damp? Loony—I guess it’s because there’s so much due on it. Dumb— Where in h----1 have I seen you before?” Belle— I dunno, what part do you come from?” Turgeoe Studios Specialists in Portraits by Photography In Your Home Photographers to Leading Schools and Colleges 342 Main Street Gifts the Graduate GIVE gifts that endear and endure—DIAMONDS, WATCHES. JEWELRY! And what wonderful selections you will find here at Rothstein’s. We operate five successful stores and this combined purchasing power is in the big values we are apt to give. Established for over 33 years the name of Rothstein’s has become symbolic of High Character Merchandise and reasonable prices. BEST OF ALL—You can pay here at your own convenience and without one cent of added cost. 529 MAIN STREET Wrist Watches an.l Truly Won lerfiil Diamond� Prince Omar and Princess Fatima lived at Windsor Castle with their Camel . At 111” they decided to have a game of Polo with Herbert Tareyton under the Beechnut tree at Ches- terfield. By a Lucky Strike they made a Home Run to the green English Oval. The Micado of Pall Mall, who saw the game with Violet Milo swore by the Egyptian Deities that he would have another Round at Piedmont in the gardens of Murad. In the next match Lord Salisbury was killed as he at- tempted to make a Virginia Strait to the goal. At the funeral they all smoked Malichrinos.— (To be continued.) The Basketball met with great success Due to Seitz, more or less. Leahey was the player who made the field goals— Frank played a clean game and obeyed the rules. Wagner surely was our star guard, And to get the ball past Ted, was hard. McGahan was the player who jumped for the ball, He played that position for he’s big and tall. Bill Seitz was a player who won much credit, When the ball got in jumbles, Bill always would get it. Callet was a fine player, and a jolly good fellow, Always in the game, and never yellow. Cook was a man who played very hard And in the game was a drawing card. Marshall was a boy who moved very fast; He had the opposing team outclassed. —don McGovern. Glosser Brothers JOHNSTOWN, PA. Farmers J. J. Blough W. W. Campbell J. C. Cosgrove A. M. Custer J. C. Davies Trust and Mortgage Company JOHNSTOWN, PA. Capital and Surplus $250,000.00 OFFICERS JOHN C. COSGROVE, President TILLMAN K. SAYLOR, Vice-President PAUL T. BEARER. Vice-President-Treasurer A. L. SCHWING, Assistant Treasurer DIRECTORS S. H. Heckman Aaron S. Hoffman H. J. Koontz W. R. Lohr P. M. Price Geo. T. Robinson T. K. Saylor I. E. Sloan Harry D. Thomas H. L. Tredennick P. T. Bearer MODERN METHODS “Come In Dear In response to this greeting a scrumptuously dressed young man of leisure trickled through a massive oaken door. “Come into the living room my hero, or perhaps the gar- den would be better,” said the alluring young girl. “Uh, huh.” At this point it behooves us to cast our ferret eye over the situation. Under the pale mysteroius light of Luna our hero takes the girl. Not a sound was to be heard, not an earthly sound. Afar off in the distance could be seen a beauti- ful vacuum. It was all colors of the rainbow. My but that black vacuum was beautiful and superalagorgus. Not a single light was to be seen for miles. About twenty feet from the brightly-lighted house they took their stand. Afar off in the near distance could be seen the house they had just left. “My darling,” began he, “I cannot tell a lie, I love you from the bottom of my heart—by the way you don’t happen to have a match, do you? No------. Alright, where was I, oh yes—I love you from the bottom of my heart. My whole be- ing cries for you and your lustrous—tell me if this cigar smoke is annoying you—and your lustrous black eyes—wait a min- ute. Are they black? Of course not—and your lustrous hazel eyes make me your faithful victim. “My love, my sweetest love, say the word that will make me yours forever, yours only. Love—love—love— “Johnnie and Mildred you come right in here. You don’t intend to practice that old play all night,” yelled a voice from the upstairs window.” —JOHNNY B. GOBING, ’24. Westmont Garage The Hilltop's Only Oarage GARAGE SERVICE Gas and Oil Car Washing During School and College Days Read The Ledger It Gives the Best in News and Service Mothers and Fathers have found it so, which accounts for the won- derful growth and tre- mendous popularity of Johnstown’s most pro- gressive newspaper. jssmshrfsw i Majestic Theatre Presenting Keith Vaudeville of the First Rank OPEN THE YEAR ROUND Performances Three Times Daily—2-6:30-9 Popular Prices • FROM ROSES TO SPINACH Roses are red, Seniors are true, They all are beloved By both me and you. Juniors are proud, As proud as a rooster; But show me the task Where there’s no Junior booster. Sophomores are gay, Not as gay as a Freshie— But show me the Soph That’s afraid of a Freshie. Freshies are green. Greener than spinach— But show me the Freshie That won’t fight to the finish. Lowney’s “Crest” Chocolates “Every Piece Totally Different— and all Unusual “Candy Kid” Love’s Peacherines— Fruit Tablets— Menthol Cough Drops— Sun Wink Peanuts— F. S. LOVE MANUFACTURING CO. Wholesale Confectioners JOHNSTOWN, PA. Acknowledged the best— GALLIKER'S ___—Quality- ICE CREAM ‘Second Helpings are Always in Demand’ We are connected with this store only— We carry a full line of high-grade clothing and men’s furnishings at popular prices. COME to see us; it will pay YOU. SUITS, OVERCOATS, TOP COATS, GABERDINES, WHIP CORDS In all models at a saving of $10.00 to $15.00 Levin’s GOOD CLOTHES CRYSTAL HOTEL BUILDING Cor. Washington and Market Streets PHONE 173-J f----------------------------------------- Soda Fountain Good Things and High Quality Candies! REAL treats—and the public expresses the knowledge of it in its patronage. We fully ap- preciate our student trade’s favors. Indeed, this has long been a student headquarters. ■t KREDEL’S Drug Store 510 MAIN STREET •+ Congratulations to the Class of 1923 THE JOHNSTOWN TRUST COMPANY Oldest and Largest Trust Company in Cambria County OFFICERS WM. R. THOMAS, President JOHN M. ROSE, First Vice Pres. A. V. BARKER, Second Vice Pres. I). M. S. McFEATERS, Treasurer GEO. C. RUTLEDGE, Asst. Treas. NATHAN MILLER, Secretary +■ Gas and Electric Appl iances and Fixtures We always carry a complete line of the very newest Fixtures and appliances. In labor-saving de- vices we handle the most satisfac- tory. The THOR Washer, The Premier Cleaner, The Thor Ironer— all sold on Easy Terms. CONTRACT WORK Let us figure on your work. You will save money and get real service. TOWZEY, PHILLIPS and COMPANY Everything Gas and Electric Main and Walnut Streets Phone 980 SAVE AND SUCCEED The most prosperous men in the world today made their start from a savings account. Have you established a basis for the future? Open a savings account with this bank and start on the road to success. Johnstown Savings Badk Open Wednesday and Saturday Evenings From 6:00 to 7:30 Economy in T ransportation The electric trolley car is the cheapest and most convenient mode of public travel. We are endeavor- ing to make the service not only the most convenient mode of travel from one urban point to another, but the most pleasant as well. Dis- courtesies on the part of employes should be reported to the manage- ment. Suggestions as to service betterments will also be gratefully received. Johnstown Traction Company LEE T. SHANNON, General Manager. •+ SANITARY” When It’s Ice Cream The Johnstown Sanitary Dairy Co. 0. H. FOGELSANCER. Manager A y ' .