Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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her answers were so dreamily spoken as to be generally inaudible. In English Class Mildred is one of the few who refuse to rise oftener than once a month, much to Miss Reed's vexation. However her lethargic appearance belies her real disposition for if her report card were examined it would be found to record many a V. 1 . in deportment. Paul Marker!—Surely Paul is not a feminine name! Ah now I remember. There are some boys in this class after all. Anyway this name is not very familiar, as this young gentle-nan with the Gibson features is more commonly and appropriately called “Arrow Head Pete. Paul has never been known to rob the mails, but who will predict to what ends he will go to procure foreign stamps, of which he has a famous collection? But if this worthy member succeeds as well in any other line as he has in unearthing prehistoric traces, there will be no cause for worry. We all thought Paul was cut out for a bachelor until he began to write notes to Jennie and then the girls began to take notice for Paul is too valuable to be given tip without a struggle. Alice Durkee, a shy lass with blush-rose cheeks, hails from the regions south of our town. Last year for some reason which I cannot fathom—unless she was tired of being called such names as “Slatts” and “Feathers”—she began to diet and left home every morning, for school, eating only a very light breakfast and carrying no lunch, and at the end of two weeks has gained ten pounds in weight! This might sound absurd if it were not added that being so ravenous after fasting all day she ate several times the usual amunt for supper. One day in American History class which recited in the basement. Alice was accused of the direful deed of whispering. She pleaded “Not Guilty” was never exonerated until her seatmate Katie informed the class that the strange noises proceeding from their locality were due to the mouse which has his home under the floor. W e hear a great deal about rustic beauty, and we can well believe all we hear when we observe Mary Greenwood, a young Miss with a subdued voice and a reticent manner which go very well with her blue eyes and blond hair. The only way she reveals her real character, however, is by the spirited way in which she ruminates. Ken Dean's ancestry may be easily traced back to the Welsh Marches for Ken seems to have inherited, in a superlative degree, the Celtic love of color. When it comes to neckwear, Deanie has everybody beaten, not to speak of hat bands and hosiery which speak for themselves. He is always much pleased when in singing class we sing “Wandering in Woodlands” probably it reminds him of a little contraband excursion he took one fine day. This young student’s recitations were always made with such attention paid to the unintelligibility that the teachers fearing to be thought severe, gave him a geat deal of benefit from the doubts which they entertained as to his knowledge of the subject. I am now reminded of breakfast by the suggestive name of Hazel Force, or Egg-o-See as she is more commonly called. She is indeed a worthy member of an illustrious class when you consider her generosity. For she would give away her dearest friend and the way she dispenses the yellow mud from Oklahoma thoroughfares almost causes one to chide her for her extravagance. Although Fgg-o-See has never been accused of anarchial intentions, her hatred of all order became known when Professor Williamson, having occasion to inspect her desk, was known to have remarked that he was afraid he could never recommend her as a housekeeper. However this drawback will hardly keep her from marrying as she has sworn by the River Styx not to die an old maid and with Mr. Helman’s help, has made out a list of the leap years