Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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we are capable. So with our building completed, some glad da the Angel of Death may pull down life’s scaffolding and set forever in the sunshine that structure built of thoughts, the stately mansion reared in the mind, the “building not made with hands,” the character “eternal in the heavens' RUTII ANDREWS. 22

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CLASS HISTORY SENIOR CLASS President, Sam McAllister. Vice President, Harry Olson. Secretary, Sylvia Hunt. Treasurer, Forest Walrath. Class Colors, Gold and White. Class Flower, Water Lily. Class Motto, Non Confectus sed Initus Need 1 speak of the years which have preceded this—our senior year? Rather let me introduce to you separately the various members of this class. There are only thirty left after four years of refining process but the remainder is the very cream of perfection—if I do say it myself. The male members —nine in number—are especially to be commended on account of their courage, for who but mettlesome chaps could unflinchingly conduct themselves amid a bevy of spirited and most bewildering damsels? Perhaps one of the most superlative of these aforementioned maids is Mildred Andrews—1 shall not attempt to tell wherein Mildred’s charm lies, whether in her abundant hair, pretty face, or captivating lisp. Put true it is that a more popular girl is seldom found. From the shy clinging manner of Ruth Andrews, one might think her timid, but “rilly now Ruth is very masculine in her tastes and likes nothing better than coon-hunting, or sturgeon fishing. In the class room her conduct is a model for the whole class- -teacher included. We all stood somewhat in awe of her until one day she failed in Solid Geometry and thereby became as one of the rest of mortals. Now' amid the blare of trumpets and the plaudits of the multitude Hazel Ashley approaches and bow-s in the most approved oratorical manner, an art acquired by long practice in behalf of her class. In spite of her high record as to scholarship she did not keep her learning to herself, but dispensed it freely and with such tact that the obligation seemed to be on her side. The pupils were not the only ones on her charity list. Even our infallible history teacher was prone to ask her opinion and got it—with a vengeance. The expansive smile of Rhea Bennett is out-done only bv her hearty guffaw. Gloom flees at her approach and Mirth reigns supreme. She has never satisfactorily explained the cause of her audible smiles in Virgil class, but perhaps the rest of us common mortals can’t appreciate Verge’s humor. We sometimes wonder if Rhea’s choice of subjects were of the best. Should she not have taken Physics of Chemistry s that electricity might be familiar to her, as she seems much interested in electric railways, especially our local line. And now I get a whiff of country air. scented with sunflowers and new-mown hay, as Mildred Bonnell appears before mv mental vision, her large violet eyes dreamily seeking something but half known—probably her geometry lesson. How well 1 remember how in that class when she was called upon 24