Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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10 THE TATTLER tic vapors into the countenance of the Senior, speedily lures him into dreamland. Visions of Senior parties and blueblood maidens flit before his brain. At length he takes the form of a forest hunter, clad in skins and running beside his faithful hound Nebuchadnezzar. Numerous tracks of lions, elephants and sparrows are seen on the landscape but the hunter looks at these in scorn and, whistling to his dog, bounds onward. He is after larger game. At length Nebuchadnezzar disappears into a thicket and, huntsman like, the hunter 'prepares for action. The approach of game is heard. He sees his victim, takes a quick, but deadly aim, and fires. As Nebuchadnezzar rushes forth from the thicket with one ear missing he is suddenly changed into a terrible red and black demon, which dashes forward bent on mischief of some sort to the mighty hunter. The Senior trembling with fear thinks his last day on earth is at hand and remembering all the wrongs he ever did in his life thinks this is the summons of his final reckoning. He must try to escape, so he beats a hasty retreat in the direction in which he came. The demon is coming behing at a break neck pace. There has to be some means of escape. The demon is nearly up with him. Suddenly as he comes to the edge of a steep cliff a bottomless lake looms up below which he never knew existed. He cannot turn back now for the demon is near at hand! He is up with him! All hope is gone! He jumps for his life! A loud splash is heard, a yell, and Blanchard has fallen forward into the tub of water. CHASE BROWN, '13. GIFTS FROM THE FACULTY. (?) Mr. Henry will distribute gum in all his classes, Monday, Wednesda and Friday of each week. (“Yucatan” or “Blackjack”). Mr. Helman offers fifty dollars reward for information as to who stole the examination papers. Mrs. Howard will give aprons to all girls who forget to bring clean ones. Miss Burrington and Miss Leet offer two dollars per day for good farm hands next summer. Mr. Smith will give sweater coats to all players who succeed in getting twenty baskets each game. Miss Kahler will give each Senior a “medal” with the word excellent on it. Mr. Davis is going to give his penmanship class fountain pens. (Some time next week). Miss Ford will present her history classes gold leaf note books on her wedding day. Miss Bain is making Mr. Helman a leather cigar case, and also a beautiful painting for his new home. Mr. Wilson has already under construction a large wagon to be used on the Burrington and Leet farm, west of the city. (The farmers are coming to town). Miss Hodge will excuse each student in each of her classes, who remains after school for eight weeks.

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9 O. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Local Phone 281 Yale men steps out in front of him, puts up his right hand, and cries, “Stop,” and the runner lays the ball tenderly upon the ground. My excitement cools and and I sink back into my chair disgusted. The teams line up again and the ball is passed but, instead of charging one another as in the old way, the players shake hands and brush the dirt off each other’s white shirts. What! this is going to be a forward ipass! I sit up and begin to take notice. The Harvard end is about to catch the ball when a Yale man cries “Pas6.” The iplayer drops his arms and the ball falls upon tbe ground. Thus the game goes on until a shrill whistle blows which signifies that it is over. I rise to go when the entire audience begins to crowd toward the judges’ box. Butch informs me that they are after the decision. I rise up in indignation. “What has the game come to?” I cry, and wave my arms at Butch. There is a crash and I pick myself from the office floor. The chair, unable to stand the strain, had tipped over and I rubbed my eyes, looking around, and thanking my lucky stars that it was only a dream. GEORGE BROWN, ’14. A HUNTER’S DREAM. The shades of night were fast falling upon the wild and desolate scenery of that wonderful little hamlet known as Conneaut. It had been a cold and bleak December day and every one who had to be out of doors was glad when evening came and gave him an opportunity of getting on the outside of a hot supper and a couple of hours beside the evening fire. So it was with a Senior, who had just arrived home from a very trying and unsuccessful hunt after that savage beast, “the cotton tail.” No sooner had he stepped over the family threshold, than his mother saw his tired and hungry look and immediately proceeded to look after his welfare. While he was hastily stowing away a meal (man’s size) his mother was collecting some of her most comfortable of comforts, the Senior’s bath robe and a tub of scalding water. The Senior knew what was coming. Ever since he could remember, his mother had been up to the same performances when he came in all fagged out and with wet feet. So it was nothing new' to him when she called a little later saying that the water was rea y. There was no use starting a kick because that had been tried before. Many years past he hoped for the day when he w'ould w'ear long trousers. He thought then he would be nearly a man and his mother would not pay so much attention to his health but his wash had not come true, and even now, when signs of a mustache w'ere sprouting forth, it was the same old story. We next see our hunter friend bundled up in comforts and bath robe, his feet submerged in the water and making wry faces after trying to swallow some of Mrs. Pinkha'm’s latest compound. He had hoped that his mother wmuld forget the dope stunt, but he knew that there would be as much danger of her forgetting it as there wmuld be of her forgetting to say her prayers at night. So with many protests he had to yield to the inevitable. As he sat there he began to go over the events of the day. Finally through the swiftly moving clouds Morpheim descends and pouring his mys-

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C. J. FREW7, The Florist, State St. Ix cal Phone 281 11 FOOTBALL BANQUET. The football team and their girl friends were given a banquet at the home of Robert Smith, by the mothers of the eight senior members of the eleven. The banquet was served at eight o’clock amid surroundings that were very beautiful. The class colors, maroon and white, formed the predominant note in the decorations, the faultless taste and richness of which shoved the work of a master hand. A variety of beautiful pennants added a great deal to the inviting appearance of the interior of the house. It was a roast pig banquet, and the elegant menu was served in four courses. The following toasts were given by members of the team, coaches, and friends: Prof. Smith, one of the coaches, acted as toastmaster. History of C. H. S. team in the past four seasons, Fred G. Green. “Team Work. Presented by Alva Belding, the team’s captain and one of the best players. “Hero Worship. By Marjory Abbott., a very good subject for her. “Watchful Eyes.” Jay Keidel. “Coming Victories. Prof. Helman, the team’s other coach. “Our Mentors—The Coaches.” Robert Smith. “Rubbing It In. Glenn Roberts. “The Man Behind.” Roy Blanchard. “Our Swimming Pond.” Albert Hall. Miss Louise Kahler gave a pleasing talk on the subject, “A Matter of Eligibility.” She also spoke many encouraging words to the members of the team, telling them how to overcome this ofttimes disagreeable handicap. After the toasts, Frank Good was honored by being made captain of the team for 1912, and he thanked the boys in the eincerest terms for the confidence thus reposed in him, and assured them that he would earnestly endeavor to fulfill the trust. THE JUNIORS GO SLEIGHING. About eighteen of the “Jolly Juniors” met at the home of Mabel Smith on Liberty street, Saturday evening at six o’clock and -from there were taken in two “bobs” to the home of Guy Huston, one of the Juniors, in Farnham.