Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1908 volume:

THE CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL VOLUME NUMBER ONE PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL 1 908 THE ANNUAL BOARD extends hearty greetings to the high school, the Alumni, and the public at large, hoping that they may receive this publication—the first that the Conneaut High School have ever attempted to issue—with a great deal of charity for its many defects, and a little kindly commendation for what elements of worth it may possess. We hope that, in the future, students of C. H. S. will take up the work year by year, and aided in part by our experiences, eclipse our work. The undertaking of issuing the Annual has been accomplished with much labor to the Board, some expense to the members of the Senior Class, and considerable financial hazard; but, thanks to the loyal support of all classes, and the Alumni, together with the kindly assistance of the School Board, we have, in a degree at least, succeeded. In behalf of the members of the high school, the Annual Board dedicates this Annual to our respected Principal. Miss Louise Kahler, who has faithfully served the cause of education in the high school for thirteen years, and for eight years has been the leading spirit in the institution. THE EDITORS. MISS KAHLER LOUISE E. KAHLER-CAROLYN REED-RUTH BURRINGTON-CLARA LEET-CHARLOTTE PELTON E. D. WILLIAMSON—V. R. HENRY-C. S. WARD] The Faculty LOUISE E. KAHLER, Principal, German CAROLYN REED, English RUTH BURRINGTON, English CLARA LEET, History CHARLOTTE PELTON, Latin, Greek E. D. WILLIAMSON, Mathematics V. R. HENRY, Mathematics C. S. WARD, Science HARRISON5 ft. HUNT Editor5 Vv - Chief CRRli WILSON Literary Editor. PRRJfCeS g'OShYN0 Comic Ed Vofl PRHKK THAXEK ftthJe tie, ’EMtopy TESS)P DflFnEhS R j Trm Editor WADE W. ncCR iW IlWiSVft tofO Salutatory. “OTHER BATTLES” We, the class of nineteen hundred and eight, wish to extend to you a sincere greeting. Conneaut High School belongs to you and it is right and appropriate that you should be interested in what it produces. We appreciate your presence at this function which marks our graduation from school life and our entrance into life’s school. We have reached that goal to which we have been aspiring for the last four years, and are about to sever our connections forever with Conneaut High School. Although meeting many obstacles which we have been compelled to surmount, this period of activity has proven very agreeable. Because of the large membership of the class, it has been deemed advisable to choose representatives from our number. However, this is not made necessary by lack of ability of members; each one is gifted, each possesses individual talents. The deep mind, resulting from long and continuous labor, is prominent in this class as in all previous ones. Perhaps, because we are willing to listen to the opinions so often expressed, and are forced to admit, sometimes harshly and bluntly, to the effect that the experience of the high school graduate does not fit him to advise and instruct the rulers of our community, state, or nation, we will attempt, therefore, to hide our superior knowledge “under a bushel.” History is filled with the record of the lives of great soldiers; of valor and courage displayed on the battlefield; of the privations and sufferings of war, and of the far reaching results of these heart rending struggles ; and yet how briefly have the mighty conflicts of the law, the issues of which were peace or war, been treated. These legal contests have “foreshadowed national crises,” and have, to a considerable degree, determined them. A study of the actions of the courts of our land unfolds an interesting as well as instructive portion of its history and “reveals the political and human forces at work.” Assemblages of men, sworn to judge from facts presented to them and not from individual opinions, are forced to determine momentous questions, and render a verdict which may decide the fate of a nation. It is a deep responsibility to determine the destiny of our fellow man. Our juries, therefore, should be made up of men who are willing to devote the best efforts of their unbiased minds toward a conscientious decision. Among the most essential features of a government “of the people, for the people, and by the people,” freedom of criticism is one of the most prominent. Indeed, monarchy looms up in the background when 9 this privilege is copied. The servants of the people, our law-makers, are chosen to accomplish the desires of their constituents, and only when empowered to criticise or to applaud may the people see the realization of their hopes. Hut once has Congress attempted to stop the flow of public opinion and divert just criticism from its natural course. Goaded to anger by the spurs of a fault-finding faction, the National Legislature instituted restrictions on the freedom of speech and of the press, possessing striking characteristics for shattering the peace of the newly-formed republic. What a fallacy to presume that the masses are to be silenced by mere laws. No law will close the mouth of a wronged people. After a long and tedious trial, by which one person was convicted, after the enactment of a series of measures which resulted in the downfall of the Federalist party. Congress repealed the obnoxious Alien and Sedition Laws Never again will the American people tolerate the passage of such acts, for they rejoice in their birthright of freedom. Under a minor pretext, seemingly, the people will, at times, rise to defend their rights; but if a careful study is made of the motives which impel them to action, momentous underlying principles are found to be involved. A mere word may flame the sparks of discord to a rebellion. The cases of the United States vs Brown and the United States vs Dred Scott were factors which aroused the commonwealth from legarthy to action, which culminated in the Civil War. Watching the proceedings closely as the days of the trial sped by, the feeling between the North and South became more and more intense. Finally, when convicted of treason, the entire country had been fully aroused, and the Union had suffered a wound which only the horrors of a Civil War could heal. “No legal controversy in the United States has ever equalled the Dred Scott case in point of historic interest.” Claiming freedom, resulting from removal of a slave to a free territory, Scott appealed the case to the highest court of the land. But what a shattering to all the hopes of the anti-slavery faction was the decision. The slave was property, the Missouri Compromise illegal, and slavery could exist from border to border of this free land. The North stood aghast, for she understood, as a sequence of this verdict, that the slave holder might walk the streets of Boston as freely as those of Richmond ; but the South was jubilant, for the slavery faction would inevitably be strengthened. But an irreparable breach had separated the two, and soon brother was fighting against brother, and father against son. On March 30th 1868 the “greatest state trial in the history of our country” was about to be tried, when Andrew Johnson for high crimes and misdemeanors was brought before the .Senate of the United .States. By the work of an assassin, the one man, capable of carrying out the problems of reconstruction, had been removed, and the duties of the office 10 devolved upon the Vice President. Bitterly opposing his projects and doing all in their power to thwart him, our lawmakers passed acts unworthy of such an august body. Disregarding these restrictions the President was charged with crimes worthy of impeachment. By the majority of only one vote, however, was he saved, and the Union has been compelled to blot out none of its chief Executives’ names from the national roll of honor. It is the desire of every true hearted American citizen that the motives of our people’s representatives may be above reproach, and that harmony may exist among the factions, for only then will our nation be at its best. Wars have been averted as well as foreshadowed by the verdict of a just and unprejudiced jury. The distructiveness of a third struggle with our mother country was prevented by the intervention of a court of arbitration, and the Alabama Claims were settled peacefully. We have seen, how, in our country’s past history, the struggles of law have played a silent, but most active part. How shall the question of International dispute of the future, be settled? Shall we follow the barbaric custom of our ancestors and meet our enemy on the battlefield? Shall we engage in the wars which cost the country millions of dollars and hundreds of thousands of the best men? It is to be hoped that the destructiveness of the past may be eliminated from the struggles of the future. Nations are gradually becoming more peaceful and are allowing the vital questions, internal and external, to be settled harmoniously by a tribunal. The Peace Conferences of the last decade have been a great stride toward the bloodless settlement of international disputes, and their true worth is gradually being realized by the nations. For only when the fate of Empires is entrusted to a Congress, efficient and unprejudiced, will the barbaric motto “Might makes Right” be cast aside, and “Might Subordinate to Right,” be the cry of the nations. CARL WILSON. 11 CLASS ROLL Richard Armstrong “I’ve saw young men that knowed it all And didn t like the way things went on this terrestchul ball.” Class Speaker, Junior Farce, 1907. 12 ) Margaret Cummins “If you your ears would keep from jeers, Five things keep meekly hid; ‘Myself and ‘I’ and ‘mine’ and ‘my’ And what T said and ‘did’.” Glee Club, 1906. Girl's basket ball team, 1907. Junior Farce, 1907. 13 Jessie Daniels “One that sought but duty s iron crown. Oratorical Contest, 1905. Glee Club, 1906. Alumni Editor on Annual Board. Julia Dayton “Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.’ Glee Club, 1906 Girl’s Basket Ball Team, 1907. Glenn Green This young student surely thought that, “Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.” Carl Hayward “I was not born for courts or great affairs, 1 pay my debts, believe, and say my prayers. Junior Farce, 1907. Glee Club, 1906. ) Althea Hunt “Half canonized by all that looked on her, So gracious was her tact and tenderness.” Secretary of Class, 1906, 1907, 1908. Oratorical Contest, ’06. 15 HaJrison Hunt “All things I thought 1 knew, but now confess, The more 1 know, I know I know the less.” Oratorical Contest, 1904 and 1905. County Contest 1905. Editor in Chief of Annual of 1908. Mae Jor.es “And she knows it not; O, if she knew it, To know her beauty might half undo it.” Glee Club, 1906. Speaker at Commencement. Frances Joslyn “Procrastination is the thief of time.” Girl's Octette, '07 and '08. Oratorical Contest, '07, Farce, '07. Girl’s basket ball team, '07. Class Prophet. Editor of Comic Department of Annual. 16 Ben Olds “That Ben is noble and big in every “weigh,” We, his class mates, are learning every day.” Captain Track Team, 1906 and 1907. Junior Farce, 1906. Vice President of Ashtabula County Athletic Association, 1907 and 1908. Football, 1907. Delegate to Athletic Assn, meeting, 1907. 17 Harriet Powell ‘‘Of Harriet Powell now I sing, All sorts of praises to her I bring— She smiles-alack! there comes a clamor, Some youth’s heart beats like a hammer.” Glee Club, 1906. Jessie Sanford “ ’Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.” Young Ladies’ Octette, 1907 and 1908. Frank Thayer “Ready in heart and ready in hand.” Treasurer of Class, ’06, ’07, '08. Manager of Foot Ball Team, '07. Track team, '08. Debate in Contest, ’08. Sporting Editor of Annual. 18 Robert Thomas “ ‘Tis an old maxim in the schools That flattery s the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit. Will condescend to take a bit Oratorical Contest, 1905, 1906 and 1907. Country Oratorical Contest, ’06 and 07. Managsr of Track Team, ’07. Manager Base Ball Team, 1908. Sec. of Athletic Assn, '06. Pres. Athletic Assn. 1908. School Correspondent. Valedictorian. Will Wardman “Every man has a bag hanging before him in which to put his neighbor s faults, and another behind him in which he puts his own.” Base ball team, 1905, 1906, 1907, 1908. Captain base ball team, 1907. Track team, l9C6and 1907. Foot ball team, 1907 and 1908. Easket ball team, 1907 and 1908. Vice President Athletic Association, 1907 and 1908. Sec y Athletic Assn. '08. Delegate to County Athletic Assn, meetings, '07- 03. 19 Carl Wilson “His life is gentle, and the elements So mix in him that nature may stand up And say to all the world, ‘This is a man! ’ ” Junior Farce, 07. President of class, '08. Oratorical Contest, ’08. Salutatorian. Editor of Literary Department of Annual. The Management of the Annual wish to extend their thanks to MISS ALLIE CULP for the generous assistance she has been to them in typewriting their copy for the press. 20 Valeditory. POLAND, THE LAND OF OPPRESSION. History is always fact, never fiction. Still sometimes the annals of the past stir our feelings to a greater extent than has ever fiction’s greatest creation. These plots of history are all the more interesting because they often involve whole nations and because they are true. All along the path of civilization are strewn crumbling ruins, each of which mutely testifies to a tragedy in the history of mankind. But for all that in their darkest hours neither Egypt, Greece, nor Rome ever presented a more pitiable spectacle than does today a certain nation in Eastern Europe. That nation is Poland. Divided and oppressed, its people are enacting the greatest tragedy of the twentieth century. That part of Poland’s history which has to do with her oppression is embraced in the last hundred years of her existence. But behind that time lie a few facts that bring into bolder relief the injustice which the Pole has suffered. Never can the world forget Poland’s defense of Christanity during the medieval ages, nor her protection of the Jews in the time of their early persecutions. Still less can she put aside Poland’s action in 1683 when the Turks laid seige to Vienna. In the issue of that great struggle lay not the fate of Austria alone. For had the Turk once secured Vienna Prussia and Russia would also have soon fallen under the Sultan’s authority. Nor would it have ended there. All Europe would at length have bowed beneath the Turkish yoke. The flower of European civilization would have been plucked at its budding. At that crisis Poland alone dared to aid the besieged city. With one bold stroke she routed the Turk from the Austrian ramparts and sent him scurrying back to the protecting walls of Constantinople. For that deed Poland merited the deepest gratitude not only from Austria but from all civilized Europe. Yet what was her reward? By the irony of fate she had saved her bitterest enemies. Less than one hundred years later those same nations, whom she had benefited most, forgot what Poland had once stood for, what she had meant to them, forgot all except one frenzied desire to crush out the vital spark of life from the body of their deliverer and divide her remains among their own greedy selves. Thus it was that in 1795 Poland disappeared from the map of Europe, and in her place came the rule of Prussia, Austria and Russia. But if Poland did not deserve to be parcelled out among these three powers much less has she merited the subsequent oppression 21 at their hands. In Austria alone have the Poles secured the management of their own affairs, and that only after many a hard struggle. In Prussia, on the contrary, they are under the direct authority of Germany. There is no semblence of self-government for the oppressed. Every Pole must bend to the will of the Prussian, however cruel that may be. Think, there it is a crime to wear the national colors of Poland, a crime to use the Polish speech in the schools or even in public meetings. Assimilation of the Poles has ever been the aim of Germany. Up to now the Poles have successfully resisted this policy. Lately, however, the Germans have proposed to seize the Polish lands by condemnation. This would eventually force the Poles from their possessions and allow the German peasants to take their places. Whether this policy wll be adopted is yet uncertain, but if it is it can only be with detriment to the Kaiser and his advisers. But still more exacting is Russia's rule. Here the Pole cannot give his opinion on his own affairs, let alone deciding them. The Czar's officers are his task-masters who rule him without thought of justice. By the Royal decree Polish speech and Polish meetings are restricted to the theater. Even the freedom of the press is denied the Russian Poles. Before publication all literature must pass the rigid examination of a Russian censor. Moreover, in Russia the punishment of the Polish political prisoners is of the crudest kind. Upon the least offense, or even suspicion, the Pole may find himself in a Russian dungeon or on the road to Siberia. This is the fate every Russan Pole expects. It is the fate that fills his society with human wrecks who have spent the prime of their years in the reeking cell of an island fortress, or in the salt mines of Siberia. Thus for the last hundred years Poland has been ground between Prussia and Russia as between an upper and nether millstone. All those customs and privileges held dear by every civilized people are denied her. There is no way she may turn but that oppression confronts her. Before her stands the Russian Cossak, backed by the Prussian endarms, blocking her way to freedom. At her back yawns the deep and rocky chasm of final oblivion. Strive as she will for her coveted freedom she cannot overcome the might of her oppressor. At each attempt she is driven backward, still backward, until to our anxious eye she seems to disappear into the rocky chasm. But no, see, she rises again, torn and bleeding, but undaunted and untamed. She is Poland still. But each time she falls and rises there comes the question: How long will Poland last? But though Poland no longer appears on the map of Europe, though is bound hand and foot by her oppressors, the nationalty of her people continues as distinct today as ever. In this race preservation the 22 opression itself, Polish literature, and Polish religion are all important factors. Yet above them all comes that which throbs in the heart of every true Pole, his undying love for freedom. This is the lode stone of the Polish cause. Around it centers the one great hope of the Pole. He knows how in time past nations have risen to their zenith and then passed into oblivion. Yet never will he admit that to be the fate of Poland. His face is turned toward the future when once more the Polish eagle will spread its wings over the Poles as a united and independent people. This aim of the Pole is now but a dream. In itself it is nothing. In its influence on him it is everything. For its sake he is passing through the firey furnace of oppression. There all his dross is being driven out. This test is calling forth all that is manly and heroic in his nature. In his fight for liberty he must face oppression and even death. Yet gladly does he sacrifice all on freedom’s altar. His cause is more than that of a fanatic with but .an idle dream. Yes, tonight, as he raises his broken sword in the defense of his liberty, he stands as the highest type of a martyr. Whether his martyrdom will secure his independence the future alone can tell. Still one fact remains. Under the oppressor’s lash the Pole is developing into a man who will some day strike the shackles from his arms and boldly demand from the world his long denied birthright. It is not her own cause alone that Poland is fighting for, but the cause of all humanity. For at the present time the Russian Czar is the foremost representative of absolute power, and the German Kaiser glories in the force of his scepter. If Poland is finally crushed by these powers it will mean that our vaunted right of a nation to independence is but a deluding bubble. On the contrary, if the cause of Poland is successful it will again strengthen those rights of mankind fW which our own forefathers fought in the Revolution. Thus in all ages, Poland has stood as the exponent of liberty. Two hundred years ago her banner proclaimed freedom to Austria from the Turk. Since that time Poland has so widened her scope that now her tattered flag with its white eagle leads mankind in the greatest battle of all ages, the battle for universal freedom. Soon the last word will have been spoken, and we, the class of 1908, will retire from the activity of our high school life to join the ranks of the Alumni. Four years have passed and gone since first we first entered the halls of old C. H. S. During that time many a golden opportunity has been afforded us. But none has come as the result of our own toil. Each opportunity stands for the untiring work of the Superintendent and the Board of Education in our behalf. So then, it will be with the deepest gratitude towards them that tonight we receive the highest honor they can give us—that of graduation. 23 Nor would we forget you, the members of our faculty, whose duty it has been to guide our steps along paths of knowledge. Often, no doubt, our verdant youth has so tired your patience that you have wished corporal punishment were more in vogue. We do not begrudge you those thoughts—now that the time of application is past. At present our heartiest thanks for what you have done is all we can offer. But rest assured that the influence of your teachings will linger in our memory long after the mere facts of our books are dimmed and faded. Fellow classmen of 1908, tonight we stand at the culmination of our high school career. We have ascended, however rough the rocks may have been. Through it all our alma mater has been our friend and guide. Now they tell us C. H. S. is soon to have a new home. But what matters that. There can never be but one C. H. S. for us. Neither time nor change can efface from our memory those rooms and corridors grown so dear. In the past they have stood with 11s in defeat and victory. In the future their memory will stimulate us to greater efforts. Never will C. H. S. lose the right to demand our best. So, then, as on the morrow we part each in his own way let us remember, where'er we go, what’er we do, we must remain her debtors still. Robert Thomas. Class History. MEMORIES. There was an old woman Who lived in a shoe, She had so many children She didn’t know what to do. This is the quandry in which your historian finds herself when she attempts to write the history of the class of 1908, a task utterly impossible had not our number been reduced from nearly a hundred to twenty-five. Our High School Career may be divided into four parts. The first, “The Reign of Terror,” signifying our Freshman year when many harsh criticisms of the careless throng were heaped upon us. By September of the second year we had subsided into “Peaceful Submission. Here I might mention the sleigh rides, the parties, or the chestnuting tour with our boy chaperon, and our geologizing expeditions. Time and toil finally brought us to our “Reign of Happiness.” A better Junior class there never was. Some of our good members had most miraculously disappeared, but yet we were not weak. Had I time I would tell you of our chestnuting expedition, of our picnic, how Jessie’s baked beans were lost, of the pictures taken by Margaret, some of which we failed to see; and above all I should read aloud to the admiring public the names of the seven members who passed in S. Geom. It was at the end of this year that we entertained the Seniors at a reception. We worked with our best wills, and we, at least, thought success was ours. After three long years of struggle, but twenty-five of our number remain to be classed as Seniors. This is our time of great activity. Time to choose a class pin, flower, motto, invitations and cards, and time for taking advantage of every privilege granted. But Time and Tide wait for no man,” and so I must hasten my story. To give you a more vivid picture of the class as Seniors I might depict the characteristics of each one. With whom shall I begin? Well, the youngest of a family is generally an interesting character, and so he is in our family. His name you ask—why—Glenn Green—commonly called Glenni. This young son is not yet sixteen years of age. Glenni never did anything 25 very wicked, but he sometimes became very serious when deprived of his own way, but then we knew he was our youngest and so we made allowances. Glenni’s activity in the laboratory was unparalled; how he broke the dishes, spilt the sauce, and splashed the water while his partner did the rest. The only way we kept track of him was by tracing his footsteps, which invariably toed-in. Our class possesses but one man,—at least a man in actions—if not in age. His fame in oratory has gone abroad, and Harrison is known to you all. Perhaps his steady step is indicative of his character. Throughout his course he has never been known to get excited, nor go beyond a smile, was always in dee]) thought, and never left a moment unimproved. Such is the dignity he displays in the class room. Can you imagine him mopping his mother’s floor, mixing the bread, running the washer, or scrubbing the porch? Yet Harry is proficient in all these lines. He is the man of our Annual, and would rathe1 work in the chemistry laboratory the whole noon hour than eat any dinner. Next comes our champion base ball player. Do not judge by the sound of the step, it is our sturdy sister Maine Coic. Marne has some of the rarest virtues. She never bluffed in class, never varied from her habitual neatness, and was never partial. But her activities out side the school room are so numerous that perhaps you know her better than the historian. I now have in mind a stately, dignified appearing lass. This is our class secretary, Althea. Ambition was her most prominent characteristic. Althea was slightly timid, but by coaxing she would display her art in the skill of music. Probably more smiles have been showered upon Will Wardman than on any of our other members. The girls say, “He’s the best looking boy in our class.” His black hair, and especially those grand broad shoulders, are admired by every one. W ill is a very bright boy. By his laughter you might mistake him, for he can imitate a donkey to a T. His skill in reading Latin was displayed when we were about to choose a class motto. Julia Dean Westin Dayton, is a bright ever smiling maiden. Her fluency in translating Latin surpassed most of the class, but almost invariably she would forget the constructions. We have no record of Julia’s trickery at any one time, but she is a constant high spirited lass. The initials R. C. occur to me. O! Russell Collins! I imagine him standing before us with a stick in one hand, and a book of rules in the other. But because of his absence from us, he thought it best to 26 resign his office. Of course you can imagine how glad we were to receive his resignation! Russel’s particular phrases “W-Why and ‘R something’ like that” are always present in his discourses. “My poor Amus died just two weeks ago.” These were the words of our Jolly Blanche Kinner, clothed in mourner’s garb at one of our so-called bum parties. Ever since her poor Amus died, her broken heart has bounded like a rubber ball among the lads of our class, each catching it in turn, but our members will voucli for the fact that part of it, at least, rests with Russel tonight. One noon she and Margaret felt a little quarrelsome. Brooms were seized and one after the other they went flying thru the building. Here Blanche indicated her ability in scrapping, and we will all agree that she has ever since kept up her record. But what means this shaking of he building? Oh, Ben is coming, Ben is one of our six footers, weighs two hundred, (no more), has large blue eyes, black hair, mixed with gray, face as round as an apple without one blemish, consequently he is a good looking chap. Tradition tells us that people with black hair and blue eyes are likely to be smarter than others. So it is with Ben. He is a great mathematician, for whenever a problem gets under Ben’s mighty clench, it is gone. In the class room, we have been amused by the twisting of his tongue, especially when he would say “Kelo-gram” when his intention was to say kilogram. Fresh as the morning light, pretty as a tinted rose is Pearl, (sometimes called Pete). This fair maiden is very small, especially her feet for which the shoes she wears tonight came from a far distant city. She is quick to appreciate a joke, and just as quick to give one. Her musical talent is known by all! Pearl can be very sober, even when the boys kneel before her and mew like cats. Without one smile she calmly brushes their hair and softly repeats the words, “Poor Pussy,” three times in succession. If you see a man dressed in a handsome checkered suit, coming down the street, apparently walking with his shoulders and swinging his arms at the rate of three times a second, you may make up your mind this is Dick. It is this lad with a pleasant smile who defended our cause in regard to the “Coffin Pin.” Dick was ever of an argumentative turn of mind, and many a time risked his luck in arguing with our English teacher. Of all topics, he preferred religion. One day Dick seized up his opportunity to sit with Frances. Soon after, Richard forgot himself—and all else but Frances. Then came this utterace from behind the desk—“Well I gues that’s working too well.” Richard was forced to resume his own seat across the isle. 27 Before my mind appears another maiden. Her name is Mae Jones. Tradition tells us that blonds are more likely to be weak minded than brunettes, but Mae is an exception to this rule. This fair lass could solve the most difficult arithmetical problems, unfold the most complex S. Geom. propositions, for which she gained fame, and could translate Virgil’s Aeneid with such ease you might think she was reading English. This same maiden proved herself a royal hostess at a Hallowe’en party given at her pleasant home in Oklahoma. Coming far down the highway, I see two people slowly approaching. Do I know them? Why yes—It’s Frances Joslyn—but the other? O a man! But he belongs not to our fold. Frances aroused our suspicion when she told us she would have need of a position for only a few weeks after the close of school, then ah me! where will Frances be? Our class possesses one great debater, need I tell his name? Yes, ’tis Frank Thayer, better known as “Cacti.” We have no record of Frank's falling over a telephone wire, but it is probable that some day he will meet this fate. Frank was our treasurer and for this reason was never dunned for dues. In spite of all he could do, his tongue would twist and unintentionally would utter such a statement as this—“Lord Dunmore was born in 1809 and died in 1732.” Frances Dean’s activities are not confined to the class room. She is a society girl and is stylish from the top of her Merry widow hat to the sole of her dainty shoe. She always behaved in a most ladylike manner in class, save when overcome by the witty remarks of her friend and seat-mate Marne. Frances is not as interested in the gas business, as she pretends to be, as in the coal (Cole) business. The cheerful smile of Jessie Sanford confronts me. Large blue eye, pretty pink cheeks, pearly teeth, and curly hair make up her important features. Jessie’s bashful timidity was discovered one night at a party. We were indulging in the game known as “Forfeits” and whenever it was Jessie’s turn to be kissed she hastily departed to the hall, then returned with her cheeks red instead of pink. Next comes our milliner, dress maker, hair dresser, and mama’s girl. This is our sturdy brother Carl Hayward—a good looking chap, given to cute sayings and a most becoming blush. He would sacrifice a hundred base ball games for the enjoyment of a crowd of lasses. At one of the parties he was garbed in the guise of a woman and assumed the name of Aunt Dina! There is only one fault to find with Carl, and that is he would take Junior girls to parties. Standing beside me, I see a member who always had her lessons, was never late to school, never displayed unladylike behavior, and on 28 whose life we record not one stain. This is Jessie Daniels. She seldom made a mistake in Virgil, but if she forgot a word or two, she would cough and cough till she coughed it up. She was never known to be a stumbling block to any one except the time she caused the poor little freshman girl to fall over her feet. Our class has never found it necessary to purchase a phonograph for amusement. We have with us Harriet Powell, or shall we humor her and call her Hattie? Hattie displayed a sly, timid, nature in the class room, but outside she was very different. Her only fault was that she wanted to talk the whole blessed time. However, her conversations were very good, always witty, full of life, interesting and practicable. Her insatiable appetite never left her. Prancing across the assembly room, with a happy-go-lucky air— bringing her “whoopie girls ye got yer Virgil?” comes Midget, or Margaret Josephine Cummins. Beautiful black hair, and those large blue dreamy eyes of hers strike us with awe. But as she speeds a-long she leaves far behind in her trail, “many a hapless victim of her charming beauty.” Margaret preferred sitting with Robert in Latin Class. Everything went along perfectly until Robert took the liberty of laying his poor aching head on Midget’s shoulder. Quite a combat was on its way when a low subdued voice behind the desk remarked—“Why Robert I didn’t know you were so vicious. Perhaps you better occupy another seat.” Bob smiled sweetly but thereafter took a separate seat. Bob, you must know, is tall and slim, of oratory fame. In his course, he has escaped Charybdis on the one side, Scylla on the other, and has sailed directly thru leaving only those traces which are deeply imprinted upon the sands of time. Robert has made quite a history. Many things I might tell about him, but my space is limited, so I will only mention how one day he utterly forgot his question when the instructor unintentionally called him Julia, and how he immediately responded when Margaret had been called upon, but I suppose he thought it all the same. Just to see him eating pie at our Junior picnic would have made you hold your sides. Bob is liked by all, and shall ever be remembered as our valedictorian, by the many times he has saved our class from failure. “’Tis quiet effort makes the world, Not noise, nor strife, nor show.” Unfortunately this applies to but one member of our class—Ruth Titus, who was always so sweet and good natured. Her intellect was sharp and her memory was a remarkable charcteristic. But Ruth didn’t always accept invitations, one especially, of which I remember. Bernice Chapman would hide behind a classmate for fear of being seen, and from fright of speaking she would assure the teacher she didn’t know anything about the topic. Bunny possessed that “excellent quality in woman” a calm, subdued voice. Our class hair dresser favored her of all others in dressing hair. 29 Last, but, by no means least, Carl Wilson our President! He has obtained the nickname Joby, by inheritance. Whenever Joby broke a test tube in the laboratory, silently and slowly would he creep to the waste box, there drop the broken article, and then return just as meekly to his own place. His pictures prove conclusively his affection was for girls. But Carl was our “Big Stick and will always be, remembered as such. How loyally and faithfully he labored for the welfare of our family! Now, dear friends, what is your conclusion? You have heard something of our individuals, but in general, what is your conception of our class of 1908? Far up in the heavens, written in letters of gold is the word, “Greatness.” To obtain this, is the aim of this quiet unassuming 1908 class. It is the greatness of simple honesty that we seek. In the business world, in society, in the world of scholars, in the home, wherever one may find our works in the coming years, may we be an honor to our Alma Mater. So we press on and say : The mountain side’s been rugged Which has led to heights of fame. But we’ve climbed and struggled upward And chiseled out our name. The way was rock and thorn strewn And many a foe we’ve faced, But each step has helped us upward, And the goal is worth the race. Maude Bruner. 30 “The Pilgrimage.” (CLASS POEM). The morning breaks. Across the dome of night The long red arrows of the God of Day Ascend in swift majestic curves. On leaf. The verdent blade, and petal scintillate The jewels of the morn. The birds take wing And hail the sun with notes of cheerfulness. The laborer, rising, wends his way afield To guide anew the plow or harrow. From Repose the pilgrim wakes, and whistling many A cheery melody, he turns his face To catch the glory of the rising sun, And hopefully begins his quest anew. This pilgrim band begins the quest anew For that long-sought-for land that lies away, Yea many leagues away, across the plain. Pictured by fancy, colored by the hand Of hope it lies hid by the heavy haze That rests upon the boundry line of earth And heaven. Fair to see, this nameless land ; So fair the vision of its waving trees, Its flowery meadows, rugged hills and vales Of verdent hue, its rivers broad, blue lakes, And here and there the songs of babbling brooks, 'Cl ear melodies of birds, and in the boughs The whispering zephyrs. Sweet this vision of The great Beyond that rises with the sun To cheer and to inspire the heart of him Whose vision, rising on the wings of hope And noble purpose, seeks to leave behind The sordid and the mean to gain the good. In ages gone, since first the eyes of man Turned from the earth and upward toward the sky, We see this band begin to cross the plain. We watch them go along this untrod way, And listening, may hear, now faint, now loud, Distant crys of joy and pain, as here and there Some weary plodder falls, or else inspired 31 With hope by some mirage with nodding treetops, Refreshing water cool upon the plain, Leaps on with shout of joy, thinking that he Has reached the goal. Or when, perchance, by dint Of valient efforts, purpose pure, some one At last reposes, in the fragrant shades On some real oasis, our heart leaps up In sympathetic triumph, seeing that The earnest seeker may not seek in vain. My classmates, you and I are pilgrims. Up From out the red-grey east is faintly seen The first bright tintings of the rising sun That ushers in the early morn of our Maturity. Before our eyes, now opening from The pleasant dreams of childhood and of youth, Dimly disclosed beneath the breaking light, Stretches the boundless plain of life, o’er which The morning breezes play that tell us tales Of joy and sorrow, failure and success. The time has come when we must also take Our pilgrim’s staff and wander forth to seek Whatever quest we will. Ambitious hope In radient colors paints fair visions of That country; high ideals, which those kindly Spirits of our early years have woven in The warp and woof of our young lives, lend to Our untried limbs a buoyant strength that we Like fledglings from the nest may fly away In safety, not to fall before the first Fierce blasts of fell temptations. Guardian Angels Are these beloved ones of the school and home, Whose presence in the vale of memory May verdent make the hot and withering sands That sweep the desert of adversity, Or lighten up the paths of sorrow. These Will sweeter be when far behind us stretch The milestones of the years long gone, and that First haven is but as a distant dream. Our short sojourn has been a happy one. Pleasant the hours of study, pleasanter The hours of play. Not tedious though the time Employed in useful labor, this but exercise 32 Wherewith we’ve trained our limbs for greater tests Of strength. Our hearts respond in gratitude And true affection for those sincere ones Who patiently, with kindness, friendship tried And true, forebore our dullness and forgave Our sins. We leave thy portals, school so dear, With thy most cherished benedictions. May We strive to be an honor to thy name. Not lauded for great conquests, shouted in The halls of fame, but showing in our acts And aims thy beneficial influence. In traveling toward that distant country some May fall, the goal too far away to reach In one short lifetime’s journey; some, perchance, By strength and fortitude may find the land, Or finding it, press on to seek a yet Remoter destiny. The path for some May lead across the arid desert swept By sand storms hot, and parched for lack of springs Of kindness, shades of sympathy; or else O’er mountain passes, high above the plain, With slow and painful effort climbing to The hard won crest to view beyond the land Of promise, then with weakened limbs to stumb'e And fall, perchance to perish in descent. Or even reaching those fair vales, the sun Of life may dip so low the birds will cease To sing, the zephyrs die, the landscape fade, And down upon the quiet scene the long Dark night may spread its wings, the only joy In this fair land the last faint rays of the Declining day, and they, like pilgrims, sink To rest. A few of our small caravan Will find a path that leads by sparkling streams With banks of green, by leafy bosks, and cool Seducing shades that bid them linger here And there, until, perhaps, the afternoon Will find them far away from that sought land That haunted youthful dreams; and when the light Begins to fail, the winds to blow, and from A lowering sky the lightenings flash, then they May plaintive wail anl curse the follies of Their youth, inviting rest when duty called 33 Them on to toil. Ah! how disasterous Become these flowery deils when will is weak. And purpose fades from view. Yea, better for The weak the desert sands, the mountain paths Of rock, far better thirst and hunger, storms. And that bright haven shining from afar With hopes of better things. Temptation’s lures May make the powerful strong, but woe to him Who, listening to the siren’s voice, forgets His quest and lingers while the sun is high. My fellow pilgrims, listen while the first Bright rays light up the Western sky and, and cast Upon the pathway radient tints of hope, These tints must fade, and those fantastic shapes You see afar, which fancy views, perhaps, As omens of success, may other prove Than you imagine. Be not too assured Of your own strength, and waste the early hours Of morn, the freshest of the day, intent On greater efforts as the hours draw on: Too many who have passed this way have done The same, and failed. But gird yourself at once With youthful vigor, take the staff of self Reliance, with determined mein direct Your face to meet the dawn, and with a song Of cheerful hopefulness, set on the way. And in this early hour of your life’s morn Curb not those visions pure that rise of things Sublime and beautiful; but let your high Ideals grow to great estate, nourish them With purest thought and act until they ease To need your care, and lead you on in turn. Pause not to sift the golden sands too long Lest you forget yourself, perchance become A brother to the groveler itself, And blinded by the glitter of the gold You fail to see the waning of the light Until the cold dark night descends and finds You crouching in the barren waste alone, And far away from that bright land you first Did seek. But upward turn the face with faith Sublime, and travel on, and if you fail, Then be assured your early vision was Too far away for your weak limbs to reach: The eventide will bring a time of sweet Serenity and rest, and failure then, Sublimely borne, will be but victory. Harrison Hunt. 34 Junior History. “All the brave and fair were there.” Three years ago a class of ambitious young Freshmen solemnly climbed the stairs of our old High School building, and entered a new world,—a world above whose portals seemed to be inscribed: “Those who enter here leave hope behind.” The usual fate of the Freshman was ours, but at an early stage in that trying first year, we mastered the maze of class rooms, and having lost some of our awe of the upper classmen, were ready to begin life in earnest. While some Freshmen are content if allowed to merely exist unmolested, our class displayed different mettle. Did not our flag, high above the other pennants, flaunt defiance to the green-eyed upper classmen, our entire Freshman year? Even during our initial year, members of our class became indispensable in all the various activities. Would last seasons glorious basket-ball record have been ours without the aid of Capt. Benjamin, and other loyal Juniors? More than one of our boys has won the coveted C, while on the different Field Days, representatives of ’09 have repeatedly won glory for C. H. S. But not only in Athletics have we distinguished ourselves, for to us is the honor of having a class-mate who never(?) flunked once not even in Solid Geometry. In Latin we are especially proficient, having even crossed Ceasar’s “trans Rhenum” bridge without a pony. None of us unless (for varacity’s sake we except Rhea) makes notes in our Cicero, while Paul’s “excruciatingly” expressive rendition of “O di immortales” is a constant delight to Miss Pelton. During our Sophomore year, our idea of our own importance developed almost abnormally. What a sense of superiority it does give one to sit in the Assembly Room ! That year we paid back with interest the treatment we had received while Freshmen, but in the face of the most embarrassing evidence we do very emphatically declare our innocence of certain most unpardonable outrages committed against ’10. Late in that same year we organized our class, elected our officers and chose our colors. Glenn Marcy was given the honor of occupying the president’s chair, while Forest Walwrath was instrusted with all the dues—(he could collect). With such infinite wisdom did we act, that we have never regretted a single choice made in that our first class meeting. Although Sam, of the classical features, with that self possession and bravery so characteristic of us all, smothered the flames, endangering the safety of both Mr. Ward and our High School building, thus 36 winning glory for ’09; yet not until the Senior Reception did we as a class make our debut, and win for ourselves the attention and admiration of the public in general. In a little gold and wrhite corner of the room, we served punch to a most appreciative throng which granted to the Seniors scarcely more attention than to us. We have improved wonderfully since we first entered High School —verdant and awkward Freshmen. Under the guidance of our patient instructors and the influence of the awe-inspiring Seniors, the “ugly duckling” has developed into the pride of all. Already we are conducting ourselves with that dignity characteristic of Seniors, spanning that brief period which must elapse before we take the places left by the departing class. With Excelsior for our watch word, we are steadily and hopefully pushing onward and upward towards our own bright Commencement of life. “Heaven is not reached by a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.” Hazel Ashley. 37 CLASS OF 1910 Sophomore History. The dim impenetrable Future with its own pitfalls and triumphs . spreads like a vast sea before us. To some the morrow shines clear and imperishable, to others it is naught but a blank space. Who can comprehend what lies hidden behind this Curtain of Seclusion?” No human eye can pierce through its thick folds, no hand undo the acts that have been done. But we must not lose time in contemplation. We must be awake, so that when the bugle calls us to play our successive roles in this “Great Drama of Life” we shall play them nobly. Hence, we make this our preparation time. The flowery portals of our High School career opened to us two years ago. Although strewn with flowers, still a few thorns have been impeding our paths. Many recollections have we of that September when timidly we entered this domain. Afraid we were,—of what—I know not. ‘Tho fear clung to us, still pride was greater and hope swelled high in our bosoms. Much indeed we had hoped; but our hopes were vain. Alas! the bomb fell which we had feared. The welcome words “Green Freshie” smote us with pain and anger. For all this, I’ll confess, we were a little too proud. Some even considered themselves eligible to enter the Physics class, for there they trotted the second day. Poor little Freshie had just seated herself comfortably when she chanced to cast her timid eyes sideways, no—not to intrude on anyone’s business, but merely to see who her neighbor was, but Oh, it was a Senior! When “Freshie” was called, immediately she aroused herself from this reverie. It was all a dream. Helen was only a Freshman. The year, a memorable one, draws to a close. The books which were carried home every evening and devoured by industrious book worms are laid away with a feeling of satisfaction. The second volume lies open. New names are engraved on its pages, new incidents mark the coming epoch. In bol letters the name “Sophomore” stands out above the rest. Oh, didn’t we assume an important air when, perchance, a strayed “Freshie” crossed our path? No sympathy could we offer. The Past was too painful to permit that. Our motto was not “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you,” but “Do unto others as they have done unto you.” What have we accomplished during the past year? We cannot boast of organizations. Therefore, you say we are backward? But if you caught the merry twinkle in our eyes, recognized the spirit of animation in us. you would change your opinion. For we can boast of a class where no monotony exists, at least not much; where the daily routine of the class is broken by small uprisings. A sultry summer clay I see (“Although ‘tis winter now) But in the school room,—O dear me! To study we know not how. Up comes a question but— Far from us were thoughts iike this: “Describe the change of seasons.” What cared we if we did miss These scientific reasons. A finger is pointed directily toward Helen, “Describe—the— cha—.” Why does the teacher pause, why does his face bear that peculiar expression? Alas, Helen you are caught in mischief (uncommon). So absorbed is she in the fragrant odor of a small red flower (she has been smelling it almost forty minutes) that the question put to her is passed unnoticed. The teacher’s voice is lowered as he resumes, “Helen, is your nose bleeding?” “Nb,” innocently, “that was only a small red flower I was smelling.” Caesar class—that is where our fun comes. The translation is “dry” but it rather amuses us to see the peculiar smile that flits across Miss Felton’s countenance when the subject broached has reference to matrimony. Is she intending to anchor at that harbor? “Wake up Louise. Time is too precious to waste in slumbers.” Lulled to dreams by Latin translations, which are so dreamy anyway, she soon finds her way to Slumberlan (?). While she is dreaming, not of Caesar’s battles, someone in class translates, “It is necessary that punishment should follow the condemned man” (man is understood). Immediately Louise awakes, rubbing her sleepy eyes she exclaims,” “I don’t see where she gets her man.” Some youngster in the back part of the room pipes in merry tones, “Supply him.” It was in Geology that the question was asked, “What is a range?” “A range!” exclaimed Ethel in a tone that conveyed the idea that even Webster’s genius had not discovered such a word. “Was it a gas range?” The critics will soon have something to do, for the Oratorical contest is coming. Then C. H. S. will display her orators. The Sophomore class has chosen Louise Andrews and Carlton Stevens to represent them. Nearer and nearer we approach our Junior year. Two volumes will soon be filled—volumes that contain our history. What is the record? With a feeling of satisfaction we turn the pages, for we have been successful. With many happy rememberances of these Sophomore days we close this second volume. 40 Amy Kaukoken. '. J - nr Mi ,y. • i ' rZ$atM ‘ f! : Ilf CLASS OF 1911 Freshman History. On the opening day of school in 1907, we the class of ’11, entered C. H. S. How we all had dreaded the coming of the eventful day; but here it was at last, and we knew that we must encounter trials and difficulties—for such it is to tread the flowery path of knowledge. We will truthfully acknowledge that our knees were rather shaky as we ascended the flights of stairs, and that we tried, but without success, to imitate the firmer steps of the “Sophs.”—but then, children tire so much more quickly than their elders. Probably, at that moment we would have won first honor for most resembling verdant nature, had we not been outdone by the class of '10. These snickering sophomores, together with haughty juniors and dignified seniors, passed us. The first had that affliction called “swelled head, ’ from being the whole of one year above us, and on that account held their noses in the clouds, only lowering them to normal height occasionally to yell “Hello Freshie! Don’t linger on the stairs or you’ll get stepped over.” After many trials and tribulations we at last reached our destination, and were free to gaze about to our hearts’ content. Oh, the humiliations we suffered during those first few days! But they soon passed by, and we at last became as well respected as any class in Conneaut High. We will admit that Algebra and Latin were a little complicated for our young minds to master, but then, under the warming influence of our loving (?) teachers, we at last became very learned in both branches. Indeed, we felt so when we were able (which was a rarity) to recite correctly once a month. 1 he Freshman Class is full of interesting characters, each with some marked taste or peculiarity as the following stories will illustrate. Singing usually appeals to a child’s taste, and so it did to some of our number. One morning a little tad, Arnold Bonnell, could not go into singing class. During the next period he wrote to a girl and asked her “what songs they sang in singing class, as he wanted to practice them when he got home.” Such are the Freshies. Bobbie Halliday is another of our number who will never out-grow his childish traits. He is fond of playing marbles with the first grade children, much to the chargin of his classmates who want to grow up quickly. John Gibson is a great admirer of pretty girls and always acts like a perfect little gentleman when he is near them. One of the teachers found this out, and whenever John is in bad humor, assigns 42 him a seat among the girls. John’s face changes immediately and he is in good humor the rest of the day, for he can’t resist the smiles of the fairer sex. Hortense Ashley, a little Freshman girl, walked sedately into Room 2 one day to what as she supposed was her Algebra Class. She sat down in the seat she occupied when in the room and opened her Algebra. In came Hugh Marcy, and not noticing her, sat down himself. Hortense arose, amid the shouts of the class, and departed. The C. H. S. Foot Ball Team was greatly strengthened by our players, and oh, how proud we felt when we marched off to the first game and yelled our first yells—for the latter we mastered early. Although we could not extend much help in the way of members, to the Basket Ball Team, still the Freshmen always made a good showing (?) at the the games. As a class we have thrived luxuriantly under the tender care of our teachers, and warmed by the kindly rays of knowledge almost all of our green spots have disappeared. The year is drawing rapidly to a close, and in a short time we shall be no longer Freshmen. During the next three years we hope to accomplish many things, and to leave behind us at last, when our High School career is ended, an unblemished record, won by steadfast faithfulness to duty. Vivien Diekenderfer. —FINIS—. 43 44 Alumni Department. NOTE—This department is inserted in order that the alumni members out of town may come into a closer relationship with the alumni, C. H. S., and the class of '08. Over a hundred have been asked for some brief expression in regard to their occupation or feeling toward C-H. S. Although some could not be located, comparatively few have responded. Alumni Editor. Jamestown N. Y. Feb. 19th. 1908. Dear Miss Daniels :— Answering yours of the 12th inst. I am pleased to say that the preparation received by me in the Conneaut High School has been a material factor in whatever success has followed my efforts in a business and professional life since graduating as a member of the first class. Respectfully Yours, Class of 1880 M. R. STEVENSON. Louisville Ky., Oct. 9th. 1907. My Dear Miss Daniels :— How can I be of service to C. H. S. ? Name it and you can have it. There can be no question of the fact that every successful business man owes his rise in life to his educational training, and to C. H. S. I must heartily extend my most sincere thanks; for all that I am or hope to be, I owe to her early instruction. Sincerely yours, Class of 1881. CHARLES W. PERRY. Buffalo N. Y. Jan. 28th, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels:— I am such an old graduate of C. H. S. (class ’82), and have been away from Conneaut for so many years, that I feel I am a stranger to you all. My old classmates being scattered, very few of them being in Conneaut at the present time. I shall always remember with pleasure my school days at the old C. H. S. which were among the happiest of my life, and certainly wish all the success and prosperity to both its teachers and pupils. Very sincerely yours, Ida Wood Foran. 45 Class of 1882. Macdonald, Pa. January 28th. 1908. To the Alumni of C. H. S. Scattered abroad, Greeting:—Some of the most precious recollections of my young manhood linger in my mind concerning the old C. H. S. Some of the names of the teachers have vanished from my mind, but their influence still remains in my life. Twenty-four years have passed since that eventful Commencement day. Many lights and shadows have come and gone. Varied has been my occupation: teaching, clerking, working on a western Ranch, foreman for the U. S. Steel Corporation for years, and finally, I am now preaching the Gospel. I have been preaching for four years. We have not been able to accomplish all that was in our vision on the night of graduation—am glad now that we could not. It is not given to all to live in the Halls of Fame: but every one of us may make the world better by our having lived in it. I trust this will be the result of the preparation for life of every graduate of the Conneaut High School. Yours respectfully, Class 1884. H. N. HARVEY. Saratoga Springs, N. Y., Jan. 25th, 1908. To My fellow Alumni of Conneaut High School:— It is now fourteen years since I graduated from Conneaut High School, during which time I have had the opportunity of visiting my Alma Mater but once. But I assure you that my sense of obligation to C. H. S. has not been forgotten. No truer motto ever adorned a diploma than the one adopted by the class of ’94 whch read: Non finitus sed corptus. The past fourteen years have emphasized it strangely in my case; and yet I feel that whatever success I have attained has been made possible only by the fundamental knowledge I received at C. H. S. under the tutelage Of Prof. C. E. Carey, Miss Morrow, and Miss Young, to whom I am everlastingly indebted. I hope to meet with my fellow classmates and fellow alumni at some commencement time, and renew acquaintances among them With cherished memories of, and a deep sense of gratitude to C. H. S., I am very truly yours, G. SCOTT TOWNE. 46 Class 1894. To the Editors :— You are to be congratulated upon your ambition and courage in undertaking such a step. It is a most worthy one. and one that should meet with the hearty cooperation and commendation of all former students and friends of C. H. S. Many a preceding class has purposed taking up this work, but to the class of ’08 belongs the honor of giving form to the idea. Class ’96. ALMA KAHLER BOWMAN. New York, Jan. 16th, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— In response to your request for some word from me which might be inserted in the Alumni department of your annual, I want to assure you that, though eleven years an alumnus, I still have a warm feeling for C. H. S. No one, I believe, who has gone out from the school during recent years, can have failed to be impressed, not only with the efficiency of its preparatory training, but also with the wholesomeness of the spirit which prevails among its students—things which, as it too frequently happens, are not appreciated before graduation. It would be superfluous for me to suggest where one should look for proofs of the efficiency of C. H. S. training. You have them all about you. As for the school “spirit,” I believe that to be most perfectly exemplified in the very admirable way in which the Alumni Association has been maintained through all these years. You ask me to say something about my occupation or profession and my success. With regard to the former, I may tell you that I am in financial journalism, conscientiously endeavoring to do what I am able toward the instruction in the ways of righteousness of the “Bulls” and “Bears” of Wall Street. Success, of course, is a relative term, but I believe, considering all things, I am having my share. I am, Very sincerely yours, Class 1897. ROBT. MERRIAM. Saint Louis, Mo., Oct. 15th. 1907. My Dear Miss Daniels :— I am very glad to have the opportunity to say that I have only the pleasantest memories of the Conneaut High School. It made possible for me the continuance of my studies elsewhere, and thereby benefited me materially, both directly and indirectly. Very cordially, Class 1898. NINA BALDWIN ORTHWEIN 47 Albuquerque, New Mexico, Oct. 25th. ’08. My Dear Miss Daniels:— I am particularly pleased to have your communication relative to C. H. S. affairs. Even at my advanced stage of evolutionary decay, I still remember very distinctly, and always with much pleasure, many events and associations which formed a part of my High School life. I shall 01 course wish you to know that I have none but the heartiest expression of good will for my Alpha Alma Mater, and so I shall feel while I live. Very sincerely yours. Class of 1899. STANLEY POST. Erie, Pa. Oct. 25th, 1907. To C. H. S:— I send my heartiest greetings. May it continue to succeed in the future as it has in the past, and to hold as warm a place in the hearts of all as it does in mine. Yours sincerely, Class 1899. ALICE THAYER MORTON. Chicago, 111. Jan. 22nd, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— Concerning a statement to be inserted in the Alumni Dept, of the Annual, I will say that I feel that I owe much of my success as a comptometer operator to dear old C. H. S., and I am glad of this opportunity to express my sentiment. Yours sincerely, Class 1899. MARGARET G. BARRETT. Cleveland, Ohio, Jan. 24th, 1908. To the Editor of the C. H. S. Annual, Dear Friend:—It is a difficult thing to find words with which to exoress my most inward sentiments for dear old “C. H. S.” The sentiments expressed in the following words from a college song express my present sentiments, put into future tense: “In after life should trouble rise To cloud the blue of sunny skies, How bright will seem thro’ me’mr’ys haze The happy, golden, bygone days!” Hoping that the present students will have the same feeling for C. H. S. in after years, together with great success, 1 remain Respectfully, IT. YY. GODDARD. 48 Class of 1899. Cleveland, O., Jan. 25th. 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— I am very grateful for all the good times and opportunities C. H. S. afforded me, and the lessons I learned there have proven to be good foundations. I am especially grateful to our teachers, who make the schools what they are, and we never realize how much they do for us until we get out into the world and have to learn by experience. Most sincere wishes for the success of C. H. S., always from Yours very truly, Class of 1899. FLORENCE A. REETS. Fallon, Nevada, Oct. 22nd, 1907. My Dear Miss Daniels :— Your kind note of the 14th inst. has just arrived, and in reply I would say that I heartily indorse the plan of issuing a C. H. S. Annual. It is a good scheme, for it not only awakens active interest a-mong the undergraduates, but it also serves to keep in touch with the Alumni, at least with their pocket-books. And I shall certainly order a copy. I’ve always had a warm spot in my heart for the old High School, for the many days I spent there I count as some of the happiest and most profitable of my life. We are all the time learning,—life is one whole school, but a great deal depends upon getting a good start. And that’s where the influence of a high school is felt. The same principles appearing in the rudiments of Latin and Algebra appear later in life. And the result of those teachings come into evidence by the stand that one takes for good in the community. The same spirit of loyality which cheers us on to support our school, arises in time of need and urges us to duty. As for me, I am glad that I began with the Conneaut High School. Thanking you for this opportunity, and hoping that the annual will be a success, I am Very sincerely, Class of 1900. JOHN R. POST. Cleveland, Ohio, 2—20, ’08. My Dear Miss Daniels:— You will please pardon my haste in answering your communication. I am apt to be hasty in such matters. So C. H. S. is to have an annual. Good for you. I am sure it must be due to your efforts and energy. Sincerely yours. Class 1900. H. A. ROBINSON. 49 Ashtabula, Ohio, Oct. 29th, 1907. Miss Jessie Daniels: Dear Miss:—I shall always hold the C. H. S. in the hghest esteem, and count the advantages it has given me as innumerable, considering the four years spent there as the best of my life. Respectfully, Class of 1900. MRS. C. J. CHAPIN (ANNA WOODBURY). Williams, Ariz., 2—3, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— Too much praise cannot be given to old C. H. S., and fondly do I recall the good times, and the study hours as well, spent in Conneaut. Of course having choosen the west for my home, I am naturally enthusiastic about this part of the country, and advise any young person to “make good,” in the Spanish language, and as old Horace Greeley said: “Go west young man,” and so forth. Very sincerely yours, Class of 1901. J. C. STEENBERG. Enid, Oklahoma, Oct, 28th, 1907. Miss Daniels: Dear Madam :—I am pleased to learn that you are publishing a C. H. S. Annual, and I will be only too glad to buy one when you get them out. It is only with pleasure that I recall the short four years I spent in old C. H. S. In college and out since then, I have had many good times, but I can never have the good times of my old high school days, and I have often wished that I was just starting my high school career again. I wish you success in your efforts, and you know the best is none too good for old C. H. S. Sincerely yours, Class of 1901. ALBERT A. TRAVER. Boston. Mass.. Jan. 18th. 1908 My Dear Miss Daniels:— Some of the associations of C. H. S. are very dear, indeed, but as for making any formal statement that would do for publication—why, I feel quite at sea, and fear that I shall have to beg off.” I wish }'ou all success with the annual, however, and should be glad to have a copy when they come out. Very sincerely yours, ANNA M. CUMMINS. 50 Class of 1901. Cleveland, Ohio, Jan. 19th, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— I am glad to write what I can, for my feeling of loyality for C. H. S. is as strong as ever, and my only regret is that I have been unable to keep more closely in touch with it through the Steel works. I have been in this Company, with the exception of a year and a half, ever since October after my graduation from C. H. S. The Steel business where immense things are done in an immense way. brains, education, and a natural ability for mill work. It is an immense busness where immense things are done in an immense way. In closing, please accept my very best wishes for Conneaut High School, past, present, and future, and my sincerest wish that its influence may be as gratefully remembered by all its graduates as it has been by me; and certainly not to be forgotten, my best wishes to our Principal for whom I know all have the fondest regard. Very sincerely, Class of 1901. R. L. BALDWIN. Ann Arbor, Mich., 1—31, ’08. Dear Miss Daniels: Being asked if I still have an interest in our C. H. S., I would say that it would be impossible to have anything but feeling of the deepest regard for that school from which I was first graduated. Each year, one excepted, since that June has found me continuing study. Last year I received an A. B. with the class of ’07 at Ober-lin for college work, and this year finds me in the University of Michigan a Junor Law. With congratulations to the class of ’08 for this alumni magazine undertaking, and wishing you every success, I am very truly, Class of 1902. W. LEROY COUNTRYMAN. Ann Arbor, Mich., Jan. 31st, 1908. Since leaving “C. H. S.” in ’02, I have been in school continually, spending three years in Oberlin, and this, my third, at the University of Michigan, but during this time I have been ever mindful of the happy and profitable days spent in high school. Her Alumni will be glad to know of the new venture, “The Annual.” Yours, 51 Class 1902. GERALD HAMMOND. Oberlin, Ohio, Jan. 16th, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels:— I hardly know what you want me to say about my old high school days; but I look back upon them as one of the happiest times in my life, to say nothing of their practical value to me. We are all thankful we had those four years, and wish we had put more into them. Very Sincerely, Class 1903. CALLIE M. HARDY. Just a word from Colorado;— Although Colorado is far away from dear old C. H. S., my heart is there with you just the same as ever, and I have just as much interest in the woik as I had four years ago. I like the schools here and enjoy the work, but I shall never forget I owe my success, whatever it will be, to the education received at the Conneaut High School. Yours respectfully, Class ’04. VESTA FOX. Ann Arbor, Mich., Jan. 24th, 1908. It has been nearly four years since I became an alumnus of C. H. S. In the fall of 1904 I went to Allegheny College, where I spent one year before entering the engineering department of the University of Michigan. However, time has not changed my feeling of loyalty and respect for the good old school and its faculty, and through this annual I hope to be able to keep in touch with my many friends and classmates from whom I have been separated. Class 1904. MARMADUKE D. SCHALK. Columbus, Ohio. Three good cheers for Conneaut High School. I know that is the cry of every student who has ever attended our Hgh School. There is not one person in ten but who would say that the best years of his life were spent within its walls. To its training, both moral and physical, we owe our many successes in life. Our high school has surely a glorious mission in this world and just as surely is performing it. Its boys and girls, are well rounded men and women who are trying to make for themselves a name in this world, and by thus doing show their appreciation of the efforts of the promoters of C. H. S. to further their cause. Here’s hoping their new building will be a grand success. Class 1904. MARJORIE R. ANDREWS. 52 Ithaca, N. Y., Dec. 3rd, 1908. My Dear Miss Daniels :— It gives me great pleasure to be able to contribute, at least a few lines, for the first annual to be published by the students of C. H. S. For a number of years I have thought that some kind of an annual should be published by the undergraduates, and I am pleased to see that this year a start is being made along that line. Within the comng year the long-needed new building is to be completed, and when housed in her new house C. H. S. should be second to no high school in the state. The rating of an educational institution is not dependent upon the number of students nor the size of the instructing staff. The spirit with which the students body takes hold of things, and the quality of the work they do determine, to a large extent, this standing. Since leaving C. H. S. I have been associated with students that came from the largest high schools and most expensive ‘‘Prep.” schools in the country, and at no time have I felt handicapped because I received my early training at Conneaut High School. It is with great pleasure that I see the athletic teams coming to the front and making such strong bids for county championship. May the time soon come when the C. H. S. athletes will be the undisputed champions of the county in two or more of the major sports. During the past football season, although our boys did not win every game they played, there was one quality of the team which stood out prominently, and one which appeals to the lover of sports. That quality was the determination to play “clean” foot-ball. This is the kind of spirit the alumni like to see exhibited, and it is the kind that also commands the respect of the general public, and brings honor to a school. I wish you the best of success with your annual, and all other undertakings and contests throughout the year. Class 1904. DON O. STONE. St. Clair Hospital, Cleveland, O., 11—15 ’07 My Dear Miss Daniels :— Although I have been out from C. H. S. for some time and know but few of her present members, I still hold her dear, and am very much interested in her welfare. If I were able and felt equal to the occasion, I would contribute a hearty greeting to C. H. S., but, as it is, you must accept my regrets, knowing, however, that any greeting found in your annual will find its echo in my thoughts. 53 Class of 1904. Sincerely yours, GRACE COLEGROVE. Cambridge, Mass., Dec. 16th, ’07. My Dear Miss Daniels :— It is a matter of course that one should cherish a warm regard for his school, and remember vividly the service and pleasures it give him. I think of the school, however, with especial gratitude for the unusually thorough preparation which it gave,and which made the last few years possible for me. Therefore. I join many of its old members in expressing my warm greetings and sincerest good wishes for its future. Class of 1904. JEROME C. FISHER. Youngstown, O., Jan. 25th, 1908. Alumni, Future Alumni, and Friends:— Hail good greetings to you, who represent a most noble institution. It is with reverence and honor that I greet you. At present I have a good position in the noble profession of teaching, and a promise of a better position in the near future. I owe this and much more to good old C. H. S. So you see that my feeling toward most worthy C. H. S. is of the heart-felt variety of genuine friendship. I am a most sincere friend of the institution. Very respectfully yours, Class 1904. MARSHALL COURSEN. My Dear Miss Daniels :— New Haven, Conn. Jan. 21st, 1908. As I look back over my high school career I can truthfully say that it was one of the most pleasant experiences I have ever had. The preparation I received was most thorough, and has made possible my more advanced work at college. Many are the times since that I have wished that I were back again in old C. H. S. Neither the good times nor the hard work shall I ever forget. Sincerely yours, Class 1905. LAWRENCE WATTS. Cleveland, Ohio, Feb. 22, ’08. My Dear Miss Daniels :— As to an expression of my feeling toward old C. H. S., there is always a warm spot in my heart for C. H. S. and will be as long as there are warm spots there for anyone. Class of 1905. RAY. S. LAPHAM. Here’s to old C. H. S. Long may she thrive and prosper. Class ’05. ' EARL BROGAN. 54 ORATORICAL CONTESTANTS CARL WILSON-FRANK THAYER-ROBERT WEBB LOUISE ANDREWS-MILDRED BONNELL CARLTON STEVENS-CRACE GRANT-HAZEL ASHLEY-HENRY DILLON Report of Senior Social Functions. SENIOR “LARKS.” The first senior class party was given by Miss Mae Jones at her home on the evening of Nov. ist, 1907. The guests came attired in the dress of “Ye olden time.” the interior of the home was prettily decorated with autumn leaves and corn stalks, and was lighted by Jack O’lanterns. This being the night following Hallowe’en, some time was spent by the members of the class telling their adventures of the night before, which caused much laughter. Old fashioned games were played. The hostess rendered a number of piano solos which were enjoyed by all. Nice refreshments were served. At a late hour the guests took their departure, each one having spent a delightful evening. One bright afternoon in October, the class of ’08 were given their first taste of Senior dignity. Excused from recitations to go chestnut-ing, we wandered through the woods and put aside all thoughts of lessons waiting to be studied, gave ourselves up to enjoying the ideal day, the beautiful woods, and above all the chestnuts, which were scattered in obscure places on the ground. Every one returned home, tired but happy, and with new zeal attacked the lessons for the next day, endeavoring in this way to show the faculty their appreciation of this afternoon of recreaton. One of the most enjoyable evenings in the history of the class of ’c8 was experienced on Friday evening Nov. 22nd. 1907, when the senior class and faculty were entertained by Mrs. T. J. Thomas of Harbor Street in honor of her son Robert, the valedictorian of the class. Twenty-five guests were present and spent a merry evening. The interior of the home was decorated in the class colors, purple and gold, and crysanthemams. Progressive flinch furnished amusement for the first part of the evening. At the end of the fifth game Mrs. Henry was awarded first honor, a volume of poems, and Miss Althea Hunt the consolation. The hostess, assisted by Mesdames Mygatt and Whitmore, served the guests with a dainty luncheon, in which the color scheme was carried out, making the luncheon almost too pretty to eat, as one of the guests remarked. After this each guest was presented with a list of names, the first letter of which formed the initials of some noted person; much time was spent in studying over this test. Miss Charlotte Pelton was awarded a volume of poems as the winner and Miss Bernice Chapman a box of bon bons, with which she was consoled. 56 Ben Olds royally entertained the class of ’08 on the evening of Feb. 8th. He came after his guests with a large sleigh containing many warm robes, taking them to his home one and a half miles east of the city, where a steaming hot oyster stew and “trimmins” were served by Mrs. Olds and her daughter Isadore. Games of all kinds were played, and music was furnished by Miss Florence Large of Ashtabula, a guest of the class. Miss Large sang and played many selections which added much to the enjoyment of the evening. Merry-ment prevailed throughtout. Late,very late, Ben brought out the sleigh and all piled in again for a nice long sleigh ride. While gliding along the white roadway joyous bells and snatches of song woke the echoes. After a two- mile ride Ben deposited each guest at his home safely. All declared Ben a fine host. Another pleasant ride was given the Class of ’08 by Carl Wilson, the President of the class, on March 20th. Carl met the class with a large hay rack filled with fragrant hay and blankets and took them to his home south of the city. Many old fashioned games were played and jokes kept the guests laughing the greater part of the evening. Prof. E. D. Williamson, the honorary member of the class, was present, and put aside his sedate manner, joining in the fun. MiSses Dora Wilson and Maud Dawley took care that there were no dull times, by showing the guests into a room prettily decorated with purple and gold, and the best part of all. a long table on which was placed a feastof apples, maple sugar, and warm biscuits. Late in the evening Carl conveyed the company back to their homes, all having spent a merry evening. On Thursday afternoon, March 28th, Miss Maud Bruner extended an invitation to the Class of '08 to visit her father’s sugar camp east of the city. After consulting the faculty, permission was granted, and, excused from recitations, the senior members of the High School set out for the camp. In due time the camp was reached and the sedate seniors partook of the maple fluid both before it was cooked and afterward. After staying for some time, and asking many questions, learning all the process of sugar making, the guests visited a haunted house. After viewing the exterior, all the class dared to enter the interior, and there they saw a great many curious things, and imagined what they did not see, so that The Haunted House” became real in every sense of the word. After extending to Maud their hearty thanks for the merry time, they returned home, each one thinking seriously of adopting Sugar Making” as his vocation. On Friday evening, May 1st, Mrs. E. C. Thayer royally entertained the class of ’08 and faculty at her home on Broad Street, in honor of her son Frank, the treasurer of the class. Twenty-five guests in all 57 were present, and greatly enjoyed the merry evening. The interior of the house was beautifully decorated in the class colors, purple and gold, and C. H. S. pennants were scattered about profusely. Progressive flinch was furnished as an amusement for the first part of the evening. At the end of the fifth game Prof. E. D. Williamson was awarded the first honor, a finely bound volume entitled “Reveries of a Bachelor,” which was thought by many of the company to be better suited to Prof. Ward. Some of the guests, however, contradicted this statement much to Prof. Ward’s embarrassment. Miss Maud Bruner was presented with a dainty plate as a consolation. The hostess, assisted by Mesdames Wolcott and Mygatt, served the guests with a dainty luncheon, in which the color scheme was carried out. After luncheon, each guest was presented with a list of questions, the answers to which were forest trees. After studying for some time over.this test, Miss Frances Joslyn was awarded the winning prize, a volume of poems, and Miss Mae Jones was consoled by a bank in the shape of a pig. At the present moment we do not anticipate by any means that this is the end of the jollities of our senior year. We look forward to more of these good times, and regret that necessity compels us to send this to the press before we have occasion to record them. Julia Dayton. 58 Rhetorical Department. EDITOR’S NOTE. The literary editor of the Annual has carefully selected from the weekly rhetorical exercises those orations which seemed to display superior merit and originality, aud has taken from each oration those parts which seemed most clearly to summarize the writer s views. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. In Haverhill, nestled under a long range of hills, surrounded by-woods in all directions save to the southeast, where a break in the leafy wall reveals a vista of low green meadows, picturesque with wooded island and jutting uplands, is an old homestead, in which was born and reared a child who, in later years, proved to be one of America’s greatest poets, John Greenleaf Whittier. Of all the American poets none has won for himself a more lasting place in the affections of the American people than this beloved writer. Many of Mr. Whittier’s productions are founded upon the scenes of his birthplace. A peculiarity of the old Whittier homestead is that from the time it was built down to the present time no neighbor’s roof has ever been seen because of the strange situation of the house. Of this isolaton, Whittier says- in his “Snowbound.”— “No churchbell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled o’er the woods of snow hung oak.” All through his “Snowbound” one may find frequent descriptions of the old home in which the boy was born. No poet ever wrote more delightfully of the entire environment of his childhood days than did Whittier. There is, in Haverhill, a crude old wooden desk, said to be the one at which Whittier sat in the district school he attended. To-day the initials “J. G. W.” can be seen carved in that same desk, by the hand of one whose genius was as yet unknown. Whittier had a very poor opinion of most of his school masters, but there were one or two to whom he became greatly attached. One of these was Joshua Coffin, and it was to him that Whittier wrote those beautiful lines entitled “To My Old Schoolmaster.” Whittier’s father practiced farming, but the son found no comfort in this line of work. In some of his rhymes he gave expression to his dislike and to his eagerness to secure a higher education that he might be better fitted for other work. 59 Many were the rhymes that the lad wrote on his slate at school and erased almost as soon as they were written that they might not fall under the teacher’s eye. One of the rhymes in particular was remembered by his sister Elizabeth: “Must I always swing the flail And help to fill the milking pail? I wish to go away to school, I do not wish to be a fool.” It was through this sister that his poem entitled “The Exiles Departure” appeared in a weekly paper of that time. “Fond scenes which have delighted my youthful existence With feelings of sorrow I bid you adieu, A lasting adieu for dim in the distance 1'he shores of Hiberia recede from my view. Farewell to the cliffs tempest beaten and gray, Which guard the shores of my own native land, Farewell to the village with its sail shadowed bay, Its forest crowned hills and its water-washed strand.” Are these not remarkable sketches for a lad of a few years schooling? The boy wrote much during his early life; however many of his finer poems were composed in his later home at Amesbury. Here in a little room, more antique than the rest, Whittier composed much of his work ; here also he received distinguished men and women who came to see him. Whittier died at Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, while on a visit to that place. His funeral was attended by thousands that loved him, and he was laid to rest in the garden reserved for the Society of Friends. Maude Bruner. SOMETHING ABOUT BOOKS. Who is there, but feels the companionship of a good book? We feel as if we were involved in the plot of the novel, as if we were one •of the characters of the Drama, a companion of the traveler, one among the vast audience listening to the orator; we look through nature’s book with the poet and drink in the beauties of the flower; we study the crimson sky or the picturesque landscape with the artist, and we appreciate the importance of the scientist’s discoveries. 60 And with such a circulation, and with the far reaching influence for the better, and the intellectual cultivation of all who read them, may we not say that books, or in a word, literature is a most necessary factor in the progress of Humanity? Althea Hunt. THE PLAY OF LIFE. All the world’s a stage; And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man, in his time, plays many parts. Thus the poet Shakespeare speaks of this existence of ours. He shows that it is but a shifting of the scenes, and all is over; that each one is here to play his part, and then softly take his exit. Perhaps this view of life may seem a strange one, and one which exists only in thought, but if due consideration is given to it, we come to the conclusion that it is far from being a mere speculation. For what is the stage and its actors but simply a portrayal of this world and its inhabitants? Let us withdraw from this thronging mass of Humanity and look at the world as at a stage, considering ourselves the audience. First, we note the beautiful and fitting stage setting which is presented in every scene: This great world with its ceaseless wonders. Then the most prominent actors are singled out. They are ever in the foreground, and the radiant footlights of glory gleam upon them. They hold us spellbound by their skillful, their splendid acting. Our attention is now directed to the villian of the play, who is ever present. He posseses the characteristics of his type, and plays an underhanded but conspicuous part, which does not fail both to excite and horrify his audience. Of equal interest also is the common actor, who is properly called the “understudy.” His is necessarily an important part, for he marks the step from the faltering beginner, just entering upon this great world stage, to the leading role. He is also involved greatly in this network of human existence. He is the one who is ever striving to perfect himself that he may sometime be a prominent figure. Then our eyes are rejoiced and our ears gladdened by the wit, antics, and merry songs of the fool, as Shakespeare called him. We may consider his a necessary part, since it is this foolish babble which so often dispels the gloom and sadness of melancholy. Now we observe that it is the harmonious combination of these parts which makes up this interesting and fascinating play of life. We are carried from one scene to another, each one as entertaining as the 61 former. And as the scenes shift, we notice that some make their final exit, while others enter, come forward, and strive to pick up the task where their predecessors leave it. The departure of some may be greatly mourned, and their presence sadly missed, while that of others is but slightly noticed. Thus, on the stage of life man is compelled to “play many parts,” and it is within his own power to make that part great or otherwise. And as we are intently watching, the climax is reached, and then, with much applause, the curtain falls, and we are again obliged to resume our part in this great play, while others, perhaps, are viewing us. Thus, we see, we ever have an audience which is willing to praise our skillful and noble playing, or to rise in disgust at mere mimicry. So does it not behoove each one of us to strive to play a leading part, and if not this, at least to leave a clean and noble record? Althea Hunt. ISRAEL UNBOUND. Any discrimination for, or against, a man because of his creed or nationality, strikes me as an infamy.” These words of our Chief Executive are gradually coming to express the sentiments of the American people of to-day. Negroes and foreigners are not regarded with the antipathy of former times. If a man will make a good citizen, no matter what his creed or nationality, he is welcome to our shores. America is a land of promise to all classes, but especially to the descendants of the tribe of Abraham. Jews from all over Europe, from Russia to Gibraltar, are flocking to this land in search of freedom of thought. For sixteen hundred years, the Israelites have been persecuted, driven from their homes, massacred and down-trodden. From the time of the Babylonian captivity, they have been a people without a home. Since then they have scattered to the “four winds,” “despised and rejected of men.” It as been said that the Jew is a product of tradition, rather than a racial product. The ties that hold the Jews together all over the world are not “religion, or race, or nationality,” but a “profound historical consciousness.” They have become an important factor in political life, for they are advocates of a pure government, and vote where they believe they are fulfilling their trust. If the Jews would but consolidate their votes, they could control the politics of New York, but they vote independently for the man they believe to be the best. They appreciate the deep responsibility thrust upon them as American Citizens, 62 and attempt to remain true to their trust. In no other country of the globe have they been allowed the political freedom retained by themselves in this nation. Many are beginning to come before the eyes of the world as advocates of pure government. Oscar Strauss, Secretary of Commerce and Labor, and Vice-President of the Civic Federation of Labor, and Samuel Gompers, are men of this type. Spinoza, the renowned philosopher, Moses Mendelssohn, the great inspiring German writer, Heine, the poet, and Gambetta, the French orator are examples of men of the previous century who have risen above the stigmatism which overshadowed their race. The Rothschilds, the richest Jewish family in the world, so control the wealth of the European rulers, that, should they withdraw their wealth from the courts, half the countries would be bankrupt. A nation, standing as steadfastly and firmly to its principles, under such stupendous obtacles as has the Jewish nation, should command the respect of every right thinking man. They have carved for themselves, a character, such as the hand of time can never deface, or conservative thinkers obliterate. Carl Wilson. “IMITATIONS” The word imitation comes from the Latin meaning to copy, or mock ; but today the word imitation is used in various ways. Attempting a resemblence is no longer the true meaning; but a resemblence. In a way, imitation is an art, and if the poet understands his work, it may be hardly apparent. He may give to us something beautiful which he has by hard labor taken from something already written. Shakespeare obtained facts from other works, yet he could not be called an imitator. Aristotle established the doctrine that poetry is an imitative art, and when justly understood, is to the critic what the compass is to the navigators. This may have been true of his time; but is it true today? We have copies taken from famous old paintings when otherwise we might never have an idea of their beauty. If we could only imitate the good virtues in life, and not the faulty ones, imitation would be a greater good to every one. An imitator of actions is not to be despised in his imitating acts or thoughts higher and better than his own. A good imitator is bound to strive to imitate; until reaching his goal, he passes it, and sets the pace for other men of initiating minds. 63 Originality is what coufits, especially in the better class; the architect is not in demand who simply imitates from something else, but he who uses his own originality and builds something entirely new and unheard of. It may cost him more time and labor, but in the end does he not feel more pleased with himself than if he had based his work on something else more lofty, perhaps, but less his own? Julia Dayton. INFLUENCE OF EDUCATION ON NATIONS. “Education is the noblest design that can be thought on, for the want whereof a nation perishes.” No matter how perfect the school system of a nation is, it cannot be used in all nations nor for all periods of time. The training received in its schools determines the position of that nation among the world powers. Education in America is the greatest concern of the public. Not only do we have many and good public schools, but also higher institutions of learning. The system in the United States is a combination of the English and German systems. In England only those of means are able to get a thorough education. English private schools are the best in the world, but these are not accessible to all. The English school is to train the English gentleman. Germany has few private schools and they are not popular. Their chief institutions are the middle schools of which there are two sorts, the classical and more modern scientific school. The German school stands for discipline and education for rich and poor alike. Education forms the character; thus it not only teaches us what we don’t know, but how to lead a useful life. The German boy will be a scholar, the English boy a gentleman, and the American boy will make practical use of his knowledge. The nation with the best schools will be supreme. Which then is greater, the dicipline and thoroughness of the German and Englishman, or the resourcefulness of the American ? Margaret J. Cummins 64 ■ The Basement. Gh—we're mighty glad, I tell you When that old familiar gong Tells another class is ended And ‘tis time to start head long With.a sense of joyous freedom For the basement. Down we start, “Get back, I tell you— Stop that stepping on my heels! Can’t you see how you are crowding? Don’t you hear the poor girl’s squeals,’ As we push and shove and jostle Toward the basement? We develop such momentum By the time we’re down the stairs, That we cannot stop a moment, To assume our primmest airs. But ignobly land in Room 5 Of the basement. By the time that we are seated, We feel pretty wide awake, Nothing but a little fun now, Will our lively spirits slake. What’s the use of paying attention, In the basement? And that room—How we do love it1 No thin oxygen there you’ll find, But gas by name carbonic acid, Of the thickest, richest kind. ‘Tis the chief claim to distinction Of the basement. And whenever we grow weary, Studying cobwebs on the wall, Or the charms of dusty gas-pipes And of bleary windows pall. There’s the creaky seat to wobble In the basement. So while we feel most exultant, Our new building soon to use, There creeps in a note of sadness Which we know you will excuse, When we tell you how we’ll miss, That good old basement. — From the pen of an Alumnus 65 9 0248005353530000000102 BASKET BALL m y� - TEAM ’07-08 Basket Ball ’07’-08. Did you say basket ball? Well, C. H. S. is right there with the blue ribbon. The champions of Northeastern Ohio. After two years of successful playing, the blue and white five still stand undefeated by any team in Ashtabula County. Of course we have no intention of misrepresenting the matter. Some of the schools had no place to practice, consequently they were not represented with teams. But what excuse can Ashtabula and Geneva offer? Their schools are large, the athletic spirit good, and both have excellent places to practice. However this year Geneva did wake up and played a team in the field. But their lack of experience handicapped them; they lost every game they played, (to the best of our knowledge). Perhaps next year, Geneva, you may be able to score on Amboy, or some other outpost along the P. O. The team experienced some difficulty in obtaining a hall in which to practice, as Co. L. demanded a price, thought by the management a little exorbitant in comparison with support given by the student body. An agreement was made however, and all the home games were played on that floor. Edwin C. Benjamin, last year’s manager, was again elected to fill that position, as well as that of captain. When the call for candidates was made a number responded to try for the position made vacant by Durkee, the husky center, who graduated, and the clever forward, Wingate, who decided to leave school for business reasons. The team was comprised of the following: guards, Jackson, Benjamin, Attwood, and Kimsey; centers, Olson and Leach: forwards, Wardman, Pearce, Hatch, and Dean, while E. D. Williamson held the position of coach. The first game the blue and white five met the West Springfield aggregation. They outclassed. The score tells the tale—72 to 4 Scott and his tribe of braves from Painesville tried to take our scalps in the next game. They failed making fewer points than West Spring-field. Here it may be noted that Scott is an alumnus of C. H. S. and it was he who helped to establish basket ball in the local institution. In our next game, Conneaut played West Milcreek, a crack organization from Northern Pennsylvania, and by winning this game, showed the fans what kind of material we had. The lads from the Keystone State attributed their defeat to the slippery floor. However, this does not make any difference according to the National Y. M. C. A. rules. Any good floor in allowable. The Bethels, a local team was our next victim, the score being 39 to 11. With determination Conneaut, still mindful of that foot ball defeat of last fall, met Erie High School. Erie was strong, they put up a fast offensive game, but Wardman and Pearce were able to elude most of their interference on the defensive. Conneaut won. because we played better ball. McClell and Turner did fine work for Erie. Pearce made several 69 spectacular overhead shots for Conneaut. The final score was 42 to 27. On Dec. 25, we played our first out of town game. This game was with West Springfield, whom we again defeated by the score of 48 to 9. The only unsportsmanlike occurrence of the season took place when the West Milcreek fans, crazed by their team’s defeat, nearly mobbed our referee and would have injured several of our players if they had not escaped. If athletics cannot be carried on without such actions, all athletic sports should be prohibited. Every team cannot be a winning team all the time. Furthermore, it is not the satisfaction of winning a game that counts. It is the benefit derived from the sport or game by the players themselves. We earnesly hope that the West Milcreek fans will change their attitude. The score stood 25 to 23 in our favor. With Wardman out of the game, we journeyed to Erie, who won by a score of 48 to 10. If a return game had been played, undoubtedly we would have won out. The first game was ours by a good score, while in the second game we were lacking one or two of the regulars, and therefore many of our plays were unsuccessful. In the same condition we met the Glenwoods, who gave us our second defeat of the year, by the score of 31 to 10. On Feburary 7th. Geneva humbly took the lemon we handed her. It was a pretty game, but there was one trouble; it was all Conneaut. Don’t worry Geneva, you r all right and if you want to know who said so, we’ll save you the trouble of asking. Its Conneaut. Again, Geneva was defeated on the home floor, Conneaut 47, Geneva 12. The Red Stars, who claimed to be the representative team of our city, found out, perhaps to their surprise that there were others on this little earth who could play the game. The blue and white five defeated them by the close score of 35 to 34. The most interesting game of the season was the Shaw—C. H. S. game in which Shaw carried off the honors by a close margin. Conneaut put up a wonderful game, but the changing of the Shaw lineup in the second half was disasterous to us. They scored a victory by three points. This game ended our successful season, and it is hoped that the team of ’08—’09 may be able to continue the record made by the greatest team in this part of the state. CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL BASKET BALL SCHEDULE. Home Games C. H. S. Opposite Nov. 25, Painsville A. C. 56 3 Nov. 1 5, W. Springfield H.S. 72 4 Dec. 6, W. Millcreek H. S. 43 16 Dec. 1 6, Bethel 39 11 Dec. 20, Erie H. S. 42 27 Feb. 7, Geneva H. S. 68 14 Feb. 1 8, Red Stars 35 34 Feb. 21, Shaw 17 20 Out of town games C. H. S Opposite Dec. 25, W. Springfield H.S. 48 9 Dec. 2 7, W. Millcreek H. S. 25 23 Jan. 1 1, Erie H. S. 10 48 Jan. 3 1, Glenwoods of Erie 10 31 Feb. 20, Geneva H. S. 47 12 70 Base Ball. By “BOB” THOMAS. Among C. H. S. athletes of the present time baseball is an entirely new venture. Although the Athletic Association had supported a nine some years ago, during the seasons just previous to 1907 the spring training was wholly confined to track work. In 1907, however, a new faction came into power in the association which favored the maintenance of a high school base ball team. As a result of this a strong team was organized with Prof. Williamson as coach and Manager and “Billy” Wardman as captain. A good schedule of games was played with other high school aggregations and various local teams. The main event of the season was the purchase of the natty blue and white uniforms for the C. H. S. players. At the opening of the season of 1908 the “national game” was once more revived among the high school students. Prof. William-ion again held the position of coach and the captaincy was conferred on Charles Atwood. The season opened with sleet and rain, but despite the grudge which the weather man seemed to have against them, a full schedule of games was niaintained by the school lads. Following are the dates of the games and the teams played : April 25—Kingsville High at Conneaut. May 2—Jefferson High at Conneaut. May 8—“Nuff-Seds” of Ashtabula at Conneaut. May 9—C. H. S. at Kingsville. May 15—C. H. S. at Jefferson. May 16—Erie High at Conneaut. May 22—C. H. S. at Ashtabula. May 23—C. H. S. vs Gas Fixtures of Conneaut. May 30—C. H. S. vs Painesville High at Painesville (2 games). Although Father Time had transported a number of the veterans of 1907 outside the pale of school life before the season of 1908 opened, some excellent material from the Freshman candidates was found to fill the gaps. From a large squad of those that would be the following men were picked for the varsity team—Atwood p, Belding ss, and Bulfinch c rf. Dean ss, Hawke If, H. Marcy cf, G. Marcy c, Olson ib, Pelton c, D. Wardman 2b, W. Wardman 3b, Wagoner rf. Organized base ball has but started in old C. H. S. It has yet to make its history. But judging from the success of these first efforts that history will be a varied and interesting one. So then let every true son of Conneaut Hi lift his glass and drink deep to the C. H. S. base ball team—May it progress without a stain upon its record, and finally raise the blue and white triumphant over the scholastic diamond. 71 CN BASE BALL TEAM Field Day. The annual Field Day meet of the high schools of the county is to be held May 29th. Within the past year several good men h ive left school, hence Conneaut is somewhat crippled. Yet there is still much good material available, as undoubtedly the result will show. Fortune has again smiled on C. H. S. in obtaining C. S. Ward for coach. With his past experience and his knowledge of track athletics he ought to prove indeed valuable to us. One of the best men on this year’s team is Wagoner, the manager, claimed by local critics to be a crack sprinter. In the distance events Rath, Walrath, Olson, Wardman, and Collins are stars. Dean fills the place of Dorman in the hurdles, while Wardman and Belding expect to make good in the pole vault. Conneaut has not won at Field Day since 1902. Therefore this year it is up to the track team of 1908 to win. The following are the entrees : 100 yd.—Olson, Sawtelle, Rath, Dean, Blanchard, Wagoner, Atwood. 220 vd.—Olson, Sawtelle, Rath, Collins, Thayer, Dean Atwood, Blanchard, Walrath, Wagoner. 440 yd.—Olson, Sawtelle, Rath, Collins, Thayer, Dean, Bulfinch, Stines, Blanchard, Walrath, Wagoner, Yi mi.—Sawtelle, Rath, Stines, Blanchard, Walrath, Dean, Thayer, Bulfinch, Collins. 1 mi.—Sawtelle, Rath, Stines, Blanchard, Walrath, Collins. Hurdles—Dean, Olson, Wagoner, Rath. Standing Broad Jump—Olson, Webb, Thomas, Walrath. Running Broad Jump—Olson, Dean, Wagoner, Rath. Shot and Disc.—Olds, Leach, Atwood, Bulfinch, W. Wardman. High Jump—W. Wardman, Olson, Blanchard, Dean, Smith, Wagoner, Thayer. Relay—Dean, Olson, Smith, Olds, Atwood, Rath, Wagoner, Sawtelle, Blanchard. Pole Vault—W. Wardman, Belding, Dean, D. Wardman, Bulfinch, Atwood. (Editor’s Note :—As the Annual goes to press some three weeks before Field Day, it is impossible to give a complete account of the events). 73 Record of Events at Annual Field Meet at Jefferson. Sprints. 50 Yds. Sikes, Jeff. ’98. Galpin, Jeff. ’03; time 5 Vi seconds. 75 yds. Green Ashtabula ’00; time 7 H seconds. 100 yds. Gerald, Geneva, ’07; 10 1-5 sec. Former record 10 V2 sec. 220 yds. Leggett, Ashtabula, ’05 ; time 23 3-5 seconds. 440 yds. Bradburn, New Lyme, ’05 ; time 57 seconds. Half-Mile. Sherman, Ashtabula, ’07; time 2 min. 10 1-5 sec. Former record 2 min. 12 seconds. Half-Mile Relay. Ashtabula team of ’06; time 1 min. 42 seconds. 120 yd. Hurdle. Galpin, Jeff. ’03; time 15 sec. Jumps. Standing Broad Jump ; Bishop, Geneva, ’05 ; dis. 9ft. 9m. Running Broad Jump; Scott, Conneaut, ’06; dis. 19ft. 10 H in. Standing three broad jumps; Clarke, Conneaut, ’02; dis. 30ft. 5 in Run, Hop, Skip, and Jump; Galpin, Jeff. ’03; dis. 44ft. 1 in. Run High Jump; Hyde and Pinney, New Lyme, ’02; dis. 5ft. 6 in. Bike Races. Vi Mile; Wilford, Jeff. ’98; time 1 min. 10 1-4 seconds. 1 Mile : Wilford, Jeff. ’99; time 2 min. and 39 seconds. 2 Mile: Van Duzer, Jeff. ’99; time 6 min. 24 V seconds. Weights. Shot Put; Gerald, Geneva, ’07; 4ft. 3 in. Olds, Conneaut, ’07; 38ft. 3 in. Former record 37ft. 7 ' in. Discus Throw; Harvey, Ashtabula, ’05 ; distance 104ft. 6 in. Hammer Throw: White, New Lyme. ’98; distance 75ft. 5 in. Miscellaneous. Pole Vault: Hammond, Conneaut, ’02; distance 10ft. 6 in. Foot-Ball Kick; Braggins, New Lyme, ’97; distance, 159ft. High Kick: Nye, Jefferson, ’97; 7ft. 6 in. Base Ball throw: Scoville, Ashtabula, ’98: distance, 412ft. Recapitulation. Records made by schools— Jefferson7, Ashtabula 6, New Lyme 4, Conneaut 3, Geneva 3. 74 TRACK TEAM Comic Encyclopedia. BLOCKHEAD: The origin of the blockhead is not definitely known. Blockheads are not a religious organization; although the cal character of their craniums reminds one of the “Round Heads.” Neither are they a political party; yet they have characteristics in common with “Know Nothings.” They are not a secret order; they have few things to secret except their ignorance, and that they cannot secret. The blockhead has several notable characteristics. He is immobile; hard knocks fail to effect his cranium; people of this class are often observed to pull slivers from under their finger nails after moments of reflection. DOOMSDAY BOOK: A record of Anglo-Saxon antiquities. It is quite familiar to the general student, and is usually perused with a great deal of interest. It now exists in but one edition, a small booklet with a red binding, issued once a year. It is of special importance to conscientious pedagogues, who carry it with them wherever they 76 go during school hours, and graciously impart to the interrogating student whatever information he may wish to obtain therefrom. Much food for wholesome reflection may be derived from this most revered and ancient record. ELEPHANT, The Elephas Conneautus Oldsensius. This species is one of the largest and most numerous in existence. It has some characteristics which identify it closely with its extinct congener, the American Mammoth, with the possible exception of the size of the ears and the atrophied condition of the tusks. It is found quite frequently inhabiting the jungles south of the Silent City, from which it makes forays upon the surrounding country. It is not, in the wild state, afraid of man, and has even been known to rush across the high level bridge when closely pressed (for time). It is comparatively amiable in disposition; and it is frequently seen gamboling in calflike antics across the meadows near its haunts. ETIQUETTE: A system of socal ceremonials in use among barbarians on the North American Continent, apparently transferred hither by remote projenitors of the tribesmen from western Europe. Its practical use has long since died out; but like many other barbarous practices it still persists by virtue of long habit Etiquette seems to have had its origin in a remote’state of tribal warfare, when it was frequently necessary for individuals to practice deceit and concealment of their personalities to avoid being identified by hostile persons. Among the more civilized relatives of these barbarians, etiquette is being gradually displaced by practices of a more moral nature. See Science. EVOLUTION: The science of development. There has been some dispute whether man’s projenitor was an ape, or whether the ape’s remote ancestor was a man. Some considerations of personal pride have been active in the discussion: but, notwithstanding, judging from some very striking facts, it seems that man came from the ape. However since our simian cousins have not been fairly consulted as yet, they might resent the insinuation of any such bond of union. We believe it to be best to lay aside mutually any such minor considerations of personal feeling, and approach the subject from an impartial standpoint. The fact that man so often “apes” may make tangible to the lay mind the possibilities of the theory. GIRAFFE, THE: Thomasi Camelopardalis. A species very common in the region of the Zambesi river, of which the variety or subspecies Roberta is best known. It has the general anatomical characteristics of the general long legs and neck. It is herbivorous, and is frequently found ruminating; but it can seldom be caught in 77 its natural environment. It browses entirely upon the leaves of trees, especially of the species Germanae, Latinae, and Literaturae, all of the genus Knowledgideliquescens. In temperment the Roberta is quite mild. Very few specimens have been successfully bred in these parts. GULLIVER’S TRAVELS: A prose work of Jonathan Swift dealing with his experiences when attending high school. It is a diary recording the daily incidents upon “little journeys” made by him from the class room to the assembly hall, at the request of the presiding instructor. Obliging Jonathan! HEIROGLYPHICS: The form of script used in ancient Egypt, and still employed by a large number of persons today. There are two forms of writing in use among English speaking people, English and Egyptian. When a piece of handwriting cannot be identified as the former, it can usually be classified as heiroglyphic in character, and deciphered accordingly. English script is usually preferred by the majority of people for reading; but heiroglyphs are often preferable when writing is to be done, and the greater number of individuals use them on account of the greater ease with which they can be executed. HISTORY: A philosophical study of history may give rise to a great diversity of opinion as to what history really is. It seems to be the concensus of opinion among philosophical historians that history is the study of the mistakes of the human race. This definition is largely borne out when we consider that the majority of mankind is made up of anatomical accidents, and that the acme of human attainment is reached when a man can act with a minimum of blunders. Columbus discovered America by accident; Charles ist would never have been beheaded if he had not allowed himself to be captured. Napoleon Bonaparte would certainly have conquered all Europe if he had not been defeated. The Roman Empire fell because it did not hold together, certainly a blunder on the part of the Romans for not holding on tighter. When we contemplate the revolutions of history, we find they were all due to bad blunders, little mistakes which might have been avoided. The French Revolution for instance, would never have occurred if there had been no privileged classes in France, who, begetting abuses, finally ended their existences with heads in the guillotine basket. A simple abolition of the nobility, and the removal of financial oppression would have prevented the whole movement. It might be advanced in opposition to this view that these results were not foreseen in time to prevent their calamitous consequences; however the objection simply argues forcibly in favor of our conclusion, since the failure to discover these results before they happened was indeed a very simple blunder. 78 JONAH: A Jewish prophet, who tradition says was swallowed by a whale. It has been urged that Jonah swallowed a whale, perhaps a somewhat illogical idea. It was recently decided, however, by students of literature, that since the swallowing of a whale would necessitate a prodigious digestive miracle, that whales cannot be swallowed; hence it is not well to try to swallow them. However, the two views may be partically reconciled. If we can believe that the whale swallowed Jonah, then we can swallow a whale; hence Jonah could have swallowed a whale. Therefore, when Jonah told of his exploit and believed the story, he must have swallowed a whale. Subsequent research, however, may discover some flaw in this dedu-tion. MAGPIE, The: Pica Femininus. The most common variety is that of Schoolgirlia. This variety is chiefly characterized by its gaudy plumage, ranging from red and green to white or white with spots. Wherever there is chattering it is always found. It has frequently been urged that the variety be named Loquacitiae, a term now in common use. The Loquacitia is especially fond of sugar, and is not altogether averse to “taffy” when administered in judicious quantities. MAN’S PLACE IN NATURE: A work by Thomas Henry Huxley on the woman question. It was probably written under oath at the instigation of his mother-in-law, and it contains some cogent suggestions on home government. It won for Huxley an everlasting place in the intellectual chronicles of the nineteenth century. MIDDLE AGES: The period of man’s adolescence. There are no fixed boundries of this era, although it extends from about the twelfth to the twentieth year of the individual’s life. It is a period of awakening, althought too much sleeping is often done during the time. The Middle Ages are often characterized by a certain dogmatism and a degree of intolerance, due to a dearth of good sense and sound information, which results, oftentimes, in an acute and sometimes fatal attack of Bigus Headimus. The only cure for the malady is a persistent administration of Experiencius. The Middle Ages are decdedly revolutionary. The shallowness accredited to this period is the result of a sort of intellectual vacuum produced by the explos-sion of the brain, and a lack of material to fill the newly created space. It lends a certain hollowness to some aspects of the period, which is often termed the “Shallows.” PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS, The: A work witten by Geof- frey Chaucer relating the incidents in a prophetic dream. There has been some question as to whether this prophecy has been fully fulfilled; it is the opinion of “eminent” scholars that its description of 79 the parliament of birds closely resembles the frequent meetings of the C. H. S. faculty. The poem is notable for the wonderful insight shown into the gregarious, yet secretive, habits of that assembly, and for the apt metaphor which the author uses in the plan of the story. PILGRIMS PROGRESS: An allegorical prose work written by John Bunyan relating, metaphorically, his early trials and sufferings. It is the story of the sad and perilous journey of an aspiring youth upon the road of learning. The hero first enters the dark and cavernous vale of Freshman, where he is beset by the threeheaded monster Algebra, which he slays and the horrid dragon Latin. He clambers over the boulders of Rhetoric, and swims the gnome-haunted stream of Physiology. He then ascends Junior Mountain, often falling, but pressing onward with bruised members. He slays the Physics wivern, and the terrible monster Geometry. The horrible chimeras of the evil Sprite Rhetoricals trouble his broken sleep. At last he reaches the great pass of Senior, weakened and emaciated, but with fortitude he braves the current of the torrent Chemistry, the rocks of German, and the horrid reptiles of Literature, and finally emeges upon the sunlight plateau of success to rest forever and ever from his labors. POMP: The “pomp” is a structure made out of the black, yellow, and reddish varieties of grasses belonging largely to the genius Femininicus, species Harissimus, by certain species of American “rat.” This habit seems to have been quite recently acquired by these species, and the structures are probably useful as means of concealment. RHETORICALS: This term, which is in common use among students, is usually applied to a system of vocal exercise intended to develop the lungs and the fortitude of all hearers. These exercises are quite useful in supplying the faculty with something to do. SAMPSON AGONISTES: A work written by John Milton relating the miseries of a life in a public school. In splendor of exposition and profound sympathy it is unsurpassed by any work in literature treating of this subject. No better topic could have been chosen as a foundation for a dramatic-tragical poem. It is widely read by young students. SCHOOLMEN : Commonly called the Scholastics. An order of thinkers that flourished during the Middle Ages. (q. v.) The early motives of the organization are unknown, although some eminent scholars have thought that their purpose was to propagate a numer-us order of grinds institutions of learning. There is much evidence in favor of the affirmation that specimens of a somewhat degenerate class of their order are to be found in the educational institutions of the present day. These persons may frequently be distinguished by 80 an acute “literary stocp,” and a certain severity of manner. The modern scholastics, as found in our higher public schools, are assiduous students of the Doomsday Book (q. v.), which seems to be one of their favorite classics. A common characteristic of these later day schoomen is that they do not display as great a regard for the facts stated in their text books, as for the credits which the instructor gives them. They often employ ambiguous language to stand a greater chance of making a correct recitation. There are a great many classes of modern scholastics, ranging from the common “bluff,” easily satisfied with a passing grade, to the hollow-eyed burner of midnight oil, never gratified with anything less than 95%. SCIENCE: The general term covers a multitude of arts, social and otherwise, which may be treated for practical purposes under the following heads: the science of Sycophancy, Dissimulation, and Procrastination. The acknowledged experts in the domain of the first have added considerably to our knowledge of the laws of Self-Conceit. Common Sense, and Folly. The chief contribution of Sycphancy to the realm of science, is the Law of Fools, namely: Self conceit varies inversely as the square of common Sense, a law which proves most efficient in enabling us to understand some common phenomena of life. An important corolly of the law of fools is the law of taffy: Quantity of Flattery being equal, the amount of Satisfaction produced stands in inverse ratio to the intensity of Intelligence. These laws have been deduced after a prodigious number of experiments by sycophants in all parts of the world, under all circumstances, and at widely different periods of time : their validity is unquestionable. The field of Dissimulation is congruent, in some respects, with the science of Sycophancy. It deals, however, more with the principles of Perception than its sister science: and it has little to do with Self Conceit. The Law nf Falsity may be summed up thus: The amount of Dissimulation varies directly with the necessity for pretense, and inversely with the actual possession of things desired. Procrastination is a science whose subject matter depends largely upon the principles of the conversation of matter and energy. It deals with an enormous amount of phenomena unexplainable except by the hypothesis of Put-it-off: Reserved energy tends to remain in a state of reservation as long as the equipoise of forces produces no calamity. There are, perhaps, more zealous investigators who pursue this line of activity than any others previously mentioned. The science lies at the very foundation, it is the very cornerstone of our great—Indolence. 81 SECRET SERVICE, OR UNDERGROUND RAILROAD: An institution supposed by the pedagogues to exist in most of the high schools of the country, from the frequent interception and exposure of its communications while in transit. The origin of the institution is not positively known although it is supposed to have originated among the youth of Sparta as a test of bravery and skill. It could not have developed among the early Egyptians or Babylonians, since tablets of clay or wax would have been extremely inconvenient to conceal in moments of danger. The principal qualifications for membership in the Inner Circle of Note Passers are: that everyone must pay strict attention to everyone’s business but his own; to have a good knowledge of psyshology of pedagogues; and to be skillful deceivers. The present object of the practices of this secret order are not well understood; their acts seem to be prompted more by instinct than by reason, since the utility of the customs can not be regarded as beneficial, but frequently are very disasterous. Hence natural selection can have nothing to do with their preservation. SLANG: A class of dialects in use among some tribes of American savages. The method by which this order of expression can be distinguished is that when used the speaker has no definite or intelligible idea to convey. SOCIOLOGY: Sociology is the science which deals with the instincts, the habits, and general peculiarities of numerous species of Primates closely related to the antropoid apes, belonging to the genus Homo, and inhabiting some parts of Eurasia, Africa, America, and Australia. The genus has recently come into great prominence in the vertebrate realm, and some species have advanced far enough in intelligence to entertain certain crude ideas about their surroundings. The science is interestng largely because it exemplifies how some curious customs may persist long after their legitimate use has been outgrown. WOLF, AMERICAN : Lupus Armstrongus. A noisy little animal, frequently annoying, but nevertheless quite harmless. During the past four years it has become quite numerous in these parts, and is widely known by its snappy bark and sudden fits of fury, which however, are quite ineffective on account of their transient character. The animal is however, no coward; it has been known to attack a beast as formidable as the giraffe (q. v.) with disasterous effects to the latter. It frequently preys upon species of the genus Patientus. 82 The Junior’s Picnic. The Juniors had planned a picnic, The class of 1908, And every girl was trying Her skill in the art of “Bake.” The boys were so very happy, And the girls so very gay, That each one had decided It was warm enough in May. The day of days was approaching And each down deep in his heart, Was thanking Louise E. Kahler For joining in her part. “The Junior class calls a meeting,” Came distinctly to our ears, And each one remained seated, Yes, seated—It seemed for years. At last they all assembled And the president’s voice was heard, “Shall the boys buy the marshmallows?” But the boys uttered not a word. At last it was decided To pay for them with the dues, And all the boys were tickled Way-down-deep in their shoes. The crowd of girls assembled, With baskets full to the brim, The boys were there so gallant, They wanted to be in the “swim.” At last they all were started. The hay-rack brimming o’er, And full of fun and frolic, They left the school house door. The crowd kept up the laughter. And, oh, the shouts and screams, As down into a puddle Went Jessie’s good baked beans. The ride was over all too soon, The crowd at last were here, And the waves sent back the echo Of many a shout and cheer. 83 The girls assembled on a knoll, The dinner to prepare, The boys dispersed in smaller crowds, To play with “Teddy bear.” The dinner! Oh! ‘Twas such a treat, Of baked beans, pies and cakes, That some were heard to say aloud “The kind that mother makes.” If you could see the picture That midget on the sly, Had taken of the table, And “Bobby” eating pie, You surely couldn’t help but laugh, And shake your sides with glee, For Robert’s face—Oh, such a sight! ‘Twas the worst I e’er did see. His ruby lips so large and full, Were stained—Yea, stained with pie: Oh woe to him whose beauty fled! ‘Twould make his mother sigh. Now looking down, the board a piece, We see our fairy boy Glen, And not far off with waving hair, Our largest boy.—‘Tis Ben. I never could repeat the names Of all the class-mates there; But Richard, Ruth and Julia D. Were some among the fair. But time must finally all things close, This poem, so must I, But never forget the photos of those Who were taken in the rye. In closing, the classmates remember, And I wish to express their thanks (?) To the chaparone who so (un) kindly (Dis) approved of their games and pranks. 84 Lena Walker. The Use and Abuse of Ambition. A desire of excellence or superiority, thus it is that Noah Webster defines Ambition. This conception of the term embodies those motives and desires that are highest and noblest, those that tend to carry man up towards the ideal. But besides this primary conception there is still another, one that is by far more familiar to the public mind. That is the desire, not so much for excellence as mere superiority. This idea of the work carries no such conception of the ideal as does the first definition. Often, too often it is the synonym for that which is base, deceitful, and wholly lacking in man’s diviner nature. Everywhere these two conceptions appear as factors in practical life, and in some respects resemble each other. One author in a treatise on ambition has divided it into three classes, to know, to have and to be. On this basis we find no moral distinction in the different phases of ambition. All ambitious men aim to acquire knowledge, to posses riches, or to accomplish note-worthy deeds. But if we inquire into the motives of this ambition we shall be sure to encounter the true or the perverted conception. If a man uses his knowledge, his worldly possessions, or his deeds as aids to the advancement of humanity, then it is that the following is the true conception of ambition. He makes his talents the means to an end rather than the end itself. On the other hand the man aims simply to know, to possess, or to do without a higher motive, he it is that perverts true ambition. He fails short of the mark by making his means an end. Again if we examine the goal of man’s life we shall still further see the difference between the two kinds of ambition. The man with a true sense of the ideal will make his life a variable and his goal the limit. Then the object of his race will ever be before him. He will never come abreast of it nor leave it behind. It is ever his lot to blaze new paths through which the mass of struggling humanity will be lifted to a higher plane. Conversely, the man that aims only at the advancement of self will in time reach the goal of his existence. But when he does, what has he to enjoy? The future has no diversion to offer him. The past is but the memory of a soul-wrecking race for success. He has so stifled the finer feelings of his being that they no longer give him enjoyment. Yet he does not stop here. No, it is more likely that he sets a seemingly higher mark and again buries himself in self aggrandizement. But in going after his second goal he is but retracing the paths that led him to the first. He encounters no new experiences. He may acquire what he aims for but it gives him no satisfaction; Over the pages of history are strewn many examples of lives and deeds illustrating the use and abuse of ambition. Among the annals of the great there is no career that will better show the worth of true ambition than that of Edmund Burke. He was not characteristic of 85 his age but in direct opposition to it. At that time the English nobility, drunk with their own power, had no idea of right and justice, and likewise no apprehension of the result of tyranny. With all his matchless resources Burke arrayed himself against the corruption of the government. He asked no quarter, he gave none. Not only did he present to the rulers of England a true idea of their duties to humanity, but even today his laws and precepts are alive to continue their plea for good government. But now let us turn and view a life spent in sole interest of self. For such a life we cannot de better than choose that of Napoleon Bonaparte. In this man we behold one of the greatest genuises that ever wielded a scepter. In his use of that genius we see one of the greatest failures man’s stupidity ever allowed him to make. An insatiable desire for power led Napoleon Bonaparte over battle fields strewn with innocent dead, through rivers of blood—yes, more than that, it led him from the prosperous throne of France to the dismal confines of St. Helena. Both Burke and Napoleon are gone. But their lives and deeds still linger in our memory, reminding us of one great truth. If we would take advantage of our chances we should be ambitious. Yet the comparison of the careers of these two men tells a deeper story. If we would use our ambitions as our Creator desired us, we should use it to help our weaker brother and not make the ambition the end of our desire. If we would be ambitious in the true sense we should “follow virtue, for she alone is free.” Robert Thomas. C. H. S. Football Team. A—is for Atwood, The substitute guard, B—is for Bulfinch Who tackles so hard. C—stands for Carr, And for center too. D—being Davis, The quarter-back who Plays thro‘ the fight With all his small might. 86 g E—is for ever i ;j We hope they will win, F—for the Full-back Or the boy Benjamin, G—is the guard Who is on the left side, His last name is Smith. And his first one is Clyde. H—stands for Hatch Who tackles the left, He’s known for his playing, And too, for his heft. The I is most generally where they get hurt, Or else get it all covered over with dirt. J—is the jangling, The cause, the umpire. K—are the kickers Who would like him to fire. L—stands for loyalty, That the school doesn’t show. M—for the maidens To the games they won’t go. N—O—P—Q—come in here somewhere. R—is for Rath Who plays the game fair. S—is for Sawtelle, The sub-tackle boy. T—for the tumbling And tussling too, There’s enough of that now on the girdiron, Whew! U—and V—surely deserve some space But Wagoner and Dorman are put in their place. W—means Wardman, Last but not least, For on the field He’s a regular beast. X—Y—Z—is a problem to find, How they can win When they make up their mind. Margaret Stines. 87 The Dawn of Peace. (Delivered at the county contest.) “Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need for arsenals or forts: The warrior’s name would be a name abhorred And every nation that would lift its hand against a brother On its forehead would wear forever the curse of Cain. Casting our eyes over the historv of nations, with horror we discern the succession of murderous slaughters by which their progress is marked. “Even as the hunter follows the wild beast to his lair by the drops of blood on the ground, so we follow Man, faint, weary, staggering with wounds thru the Black Forest of the Past, which he has reddened, with his gore. The path has indeed been thorny and bloodstained. At every turn innumerable Marathons, Waterloos, Valley Forges stare us wildly in the face, until with the despairing shrieks of the wounded and the heart-rending moans of the dying, involuntarily bursts from our whitened lips— “My God! can such things be! Hast thou not said that whatsoever is done Unto thy weakest and thy humblest one Is even done to thee? “Hoarse, horrible, and strong Rises to heaven that agonizing cry Filling the arches of the hollow sky, How long, O God, how long! But from the Past and Present, auspicious omens cheer us for the Future. Since the morning stars first sang together, the world has never witnessed a peace so harmonious and enduring as that which now blesses the Christian nations. Within the enchanted circle of civilization great questions, fraught with strife, are now determined by council or Arbitration. Great political differences, which a short time ago must have led to bloody encounters, are now determined by the opinion of the majority. Man has waded thru a wilderness of wretchedness and error, but he stands at last on Pisgah, the Promised Land lies just across thejordan. In sentiment at least, the nations have reached a standard of international justice and humanity, almost ideal: and now, in this period of light, when the noonday sun of civilization seems to be almost standing still in the heavens, as upon Gibeon, the dreams of the poet and the visions of the prophet are nearing the realization. Keen, farsighted statesmen and diplomats are facing the difficulties. 88 They are not idealists. They understand the nature of the problems which they seek to solve. But what has been accomplished? Surely the results of the Hague Conference were intangible and transitory? Yes to those shortsighted men who expected the miraculous establishment of peace. But to the thoughtful men the Conference at the Hague was anything but a profitless undertaking. Was it not the most important, the most successful humanitarian gathering that the world has ever seen? In it may be recognized the foreshadowing, if not the actual founding, of the First “World Parliament. But what shall we say of America’s part in this movement for peace? In 1899 the American delegation saved the first Hague Conference from virtual failure. And in the past year, when the other powers were holding back in uncertainty, when England was lagging in the background, America stepped into the breach—America saved the day. It was the representatives of the United States that kept the international gathering from adjourning with the achievement of no substantial results. And shall not the Past be prophetic of the Future? Shall the glory of our nation be discerned in bloody victory or ravenous conquest? Nay, but in the blessings we shall have secured, in the good she shall have accomplished, in the triumph of Justice, and of Beneficence, and in the establishment of Perpetual Peace. A ghastly, bleeding, human head was discovered by the early Romans as they dug the foundations of the capitol which was to sway the whole world. That bleeding human head is the fitting symbol of Rome’s ascendency. What shall be the symbol of our relation to those nations within our rapidly increasing sphere of influence? Let the device on our silver currency indicate our attitude. The olive branch is in the right foot of the eagle; the arrows of war are in the left. We extend to the nations first the olive branch of peace. Reluctantly we make such preparations for war as existing circumstances demand. t It is a beautiful picture in Grecian story that there was at least one spot, the small island of Delos, dedicated to the Gods, and kept at all times sacred from war. No hostile foot ever pressed this kindly soil, and citizens of all countries met here in common worship beneath the aegis of inviolable Peace. So let us dedicate our beloved country. Let us take the initiative in this noble struggle against war. War, crushing with bloody heel all beneficence, all happiness, all justice, all that is godlike in man. Let our republic, the powerful child of freedom, go forth the Evangelist of Peace. Let her offer to the world a Magna Charta of International Law, by which the crime of war shall be abolished forever. Let the bugles sound the truce of God to the whole world. Not to one people, but to every people let 89 the glad tidings go till the selfish boast of the Spartan women that they never saw the smoke of an enemy’s campfire become the universal chorus of mankind. “For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the visions of the world and all the wonders that would be, Saw the heavens filled with shouting and there rained a ghastly dew Pilots in the purple twilight dropping down their costly bales, Saw the heavens filled with shouting and there rained a ghastly dew. From the nations’ airy navies, grappling in the central blue. Till the War drum throbbed no longer, and the battle flag was furled In the Parliament of Man, the Federation of the World.” Hazel Ashley. cTVly T roubles. I come to school most every day, To study? No, but just to play. Outside, my books are such a bore I go and leave them at the store. Next day, I sit in Geometry class, And questions galore the teacher asks; It is strange, I think, that he should feel sore, When I tell him I left my books at the store. If father should come for my books each day, The next morning, then, I’d have nothing to say, Unless it would be “I had a quick call To report at once at the Basket Ball Hall.” I’ve always thought and prayed right hard Athletics might have a place on my card. But death it would mean to Father B., If ever he gazed on Eddie’s E. My troubles,—And really I’ve had quite a few,— While my chances are very much better of late Will be ended, I think, if I ever get thru. It doubtless will be 1928. 9' Eddie Benjamin. The Snowstorm. Far off to the westward ’tis coming. The ghost-hand descends from the cloud, And mantles the far away forest With a white ever thickening shroud. The specter creeps down o’er the landscape. His huge misty form hurries on. He wraps in the folds of his raiment Distant farmhouse, the orchard, and barn. Now look, how he gambles and dances, And towering aloft in his height, He rushes and leaps over fences W ith an unbounded joy in his might. He’s waving aloft his great mantle, His tresses stream out in the wind. He covers the glow the even’; With his white cloak the red does he blind. He comes, with the darkness descending, We feel his chill breath in the breeze, Which bears the first flakes of the onset As it groans a hoarse song in the trees. He comes, and the daylight is fading. We hear his hoarse voice in the dark As he wraps up the buildings and bushes With a coverlet chilly and stark. He shrieks, and he groans, and he whistles, And upward a challenge does roar. He showers on the traveler his missiles, And they pierce him with chill to the core. 91 His white face peeps in at the windows, His chill breath makes frost on the pane. In anger, he rattles the casement As impatient our fortress to gain. We feel his cold hand brush our faces. We see his white hem on the sill, And on the bright hearth cast a fagot So to baffle the demon’s fell will. Outside in shrill voice hear him shouting; “Hal I am King of the North ; My home is the iceberg and mountain; And the cavern of ice is my hearth. “My home lies away to the Northward; My fortress the white land of snow. My foes are the Sun and the Southwind; When I waken, far southward they go. “Ho! Ho! I am king of the Northland; My throne a bright mountain of ice, I descend from the north on these mortals, And I rend every puny device. “Ha! Ha! See them scamper to shelter When afar my great trumpet I blow; How they huddle around their cursed embers When I mantle their country with snow. “Oh boast, ye weak mortals, when Southwind Makes green the vast forest and plain! But none of your strongest and wisest Can assay my vast might to disdain.” The cruel old king of the Northland Raves on in his insane delight, And endeavors to add to his empire As he piles up his hillocks of white. 92 Harrison Hunt. 2182 EAST 9th ST., CLEVELAND, O. This is pre-eminently a high school graduate's school' No one under sixteen years of age admitted. The standard of work is high. Full Bookkeeping and Shorthand courses. Splendid opportunities for graduates. SEND FOR BOOKLET. RUSS. COLLINS: There ain’t any difference between an angle of 900 and a right angle, is there. MR. W.: No, Russell there ain’t. MISS LEET: (In American History) The class had better prepare a map for this part of the work so that if we have any battles in here we can keep a record of them. ROBT. THOMAS: (Reading German) I am firmly dissolved. MISS LEET: What are the provisions of Tallmage’s proposed Comprite. CARL W. : It provided that every negro born after the age twenty- one—(interrupt ion). 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