Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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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

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“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