Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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o. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Lo al Piione 281 7 Field day so long planned and waited for was here. Morse had a goodly number of contestants but in Winfield the school had placed its confidence. Winfield, however, since the day he saw the examination paper, had lagged and appeared to have no interest in the meet. The daily practice became a drudge to him and he was glad when it was over. The next event was the half mile, and it was the one event in which Morse above all others expected first place. But Winfield felt as if he had not played fair, and seeking Prof. Williamson, he told him about seeing the Exam, paper and told'him that if the Principal said for him to stay out of the events 'he would. Prof. Williamson said: “Winfield, I am glad you told me because now T see the reason Coach Brown has been complaining about your interest in the meet failing. That, however, was an old Exam., and I did not use it at all, so hurry and take your place with a clear con science and bring Morse first honors.” The starter’s pistol cracked and the runners started, keeping well together until half away around the track. Here Winfield, Welch of Bradly Hi, and Heritage of Ashland Hi began to leave the other contentants. Welch was the opponent Winfield feared, because he (Welch) had carried first honors away the year before in the half mile. Heritage was a new man and supposed to be strong. . Three quarters of the track had been passed over when Welch stumbled and fell, putting him out of the race. Heritage, however, was holding even with Winfield and Winfield began to feel nervous. He had not expected this new man to run against him. F.ifty yards more and with Heritage two yards in the lead. Winfield thought of the coach’s 'words and putting all his strength into the race he gained upon HerPage. He hoi’s lrs own with Heritage now. Oh! now he has gained and great applause breaks forth because he has crossed the line four yards ahead of Heritage and bas won first honors and the meet for Morse Hi. He was glad because in his last year at Morse Hi he had saved to her first honors and had won them fairly. ARNOLD BONNELL, ’12. FOOTBALL IN THE FUTURE. Six months out of college and three months in business. I was a trifle tired of the hustle and bustle of business life. This was plainly evident in the way I dropped my fountain pen upon the desk. Everything bad gone wrong during the the day, it seemed to me, but now as I leaned back in my office chair the cares all slipped easily from my shoulders. The bell upon my desk rang slightly. I called, “Come in.” The door opened and a boy entered dressed in red with gold stripes running up and dawn his trouser legs and around his coat sleeves. He extended to me a yellow envelope and asked me to sign a book he carried under his arm. I did so and then turned to my letter. Upon examination this proved to be a telegram. It contained the information that the Yale coach had selected me as one of the judges at the annual game between Yale and Harvard. This seemed a trifle out of the ordinary to me but I passed it by as one of the new fads the students had brought into the game. I called in my clerk, told him what to do, and how to carry on the business while. I was away, then put on my coat and started for home. As

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6 THE TATTLER unfaltering courage in the nation’s darkest hours. Doubtless he feared at times, and all the country knew he suffered greatly, but in the darkest hours of the nation’s peril he could break away for a few minutes and tell a few stories. Once Mr. Arnold called and found Mr. Lincoln reading and smiling over a description of a visit to the army by Artemus Ward. Mr Arnold said, “How can you read this when the whole nation is bowed in sorrow?” Lincoln replied, “If I could not have an occasional vent I should die.” A little later Lincoln placed Grant in command and that brave general never stopped until Richmond was taken and Lee surrendered. On the night of the 14th of April Lincoln accompanied by his wife vent to Ford’s theatre because it would please the people and give him a rest. While enjoying the play John Wilkes Booth slipped up behind him and shot him. The bullet penetrated the President’s skull. He hardly moved in his chair, but unconscious was carried to a house across the street, where he died at 20 minutes after seven on the morning of the 15th of April. The nation was stricken with grief and thousands viewed the remains of the martyred President while they lay in state in the east room of the capitol. The life of America’s greatest statesman had come to an end. Some days after Booth was caught in a barn and shot by a soldier. CARLYLE HAMMOND, ’It. CHESTER WINFIELD’S LAST TRACK MEET. The spring term of Morse High School was half over. The annual field meet was only three weeks’ distant and Chester Winfield was doubtful as to his rating in his studies. If he only knew what the Exam, to be given in Math, was, so that he might prepare and make his rating to that required for him to be eligible for the track meet, be would have no doubt about himself, for in the meet the year before he had carried away man individual honors for himself and second honors for Morse Hi. Prof. Brown, the instructor of the French classes, was the coach of the track team and he told Winfield one day after practice that he depended upon him in many events because the new members were not showing up as they should. The teams were 'working hard and were out for first honors at the meet in which five other large schools participated. On Tuesday morning the Math, class had just been called and Prof. Williamson having left his grade book in the office, asked Winfield if he would get it for him. When Winfield reach the office he saw at once the familiar book and a few papers scattered upon the desk. Picking up the book he saw at the top of one of the papers the word “Mathematics,” and giving a careful look at the questions, he saw that they were questions on work which the Math, class had passed over. He thought that now he would pass the Exam, on the following Thursday with a good mark. Reaching the class he gave the book to the Professor and returned to his seat. Winfield took the Exam., and, although the questions did not seem like the ones on the paper he had seen in the office, he found that he was well prepared to answer them. He passed the Exam, with high grade.

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8 THE TATTLER soon as I reached the street I noticed the change. Instead of my customary street car a large airship whirled by. I silently waited and presently another appeared. I climbed aboard and tendered my fare to the brass buttoned conductor who met me at the entrance. I arrived home exactly three minutes from the time I started which was a little unusual as it generally took me an hour to make the trip. Throwing a few necessary articles into a suitcase I started for the station, arriving via the same route by which I had arrived home. Walking up to the window I asked for a round trip ticket to Mew Haven. Here I was destined to receive my second surprise. The agent stared at me in blank amazement and finally asked me where I had been the last fifty years. I mumbled something about not having all day and he produced a ticket, and, as he handed it to me I heard him say that the name of the city had changed but I did not quite catch the name. The train whistled in and presently I found myself leaning back in one of the richly upholstered seats with which the car was furnished. T did not remember having ridden at the rate this train was making, and when the conductor came through I enquired the speed. He replied that we were making 150 miles per hour and that we would probably touch 175 to make up the 48 minutes we were late. Three hours later I dropped off the train in New Haven. It brought to my mind the first time I had been there when I entered the old school in my freshman year. I walked briskly up to the school and cut across the campus to the gymnasium where I met the coaoh who informed me tha-I had just twenty minutes to reach the stadium and invited me to walk ovet with him, which I did. He showed me where the judges’ box was locate ! and I quickly made my way there, picking out a good seat from which I could see the entire field. I settled back to take a look around the ground to see if I could recognize any of my old friends. I turned to the man occupying the seat at my right hand and recognized my old friend Butch Henessee, fullback on the same team on which I had held down right end. He recognized me almost at the same time and gave me a hearty hand shake. I looked out upon the field once more and then it dawned upon me that this did not look like the old field upon which I had played so many hard fought games. I did not have time to look around any more as the band began to play and the teams marched out of the dressing room. Such a display! Both teams wore white shirts and collars combined with the old style moleskins, which fact puzzled me, but I let it go and continued my survey. The Yale men wore a wide blue ribbon tied about their arms, while the Harvard wore red. This, I suppose, was to distinguish one from the other. Each man’s hair was neatly combed and, instead or having signal practice before the game they walked around talking with one another as if they were at a pink tea. The game is finally called and the Yale captain brings out a ball with a large pink ribbon tied about it and a dainty white cloth to place the ball on when it is kicked off. The kick off is accomplished and the ball rolls slowly down the field to be picked up by a Harvard man who begins to charge up the field. I rise out of my seat; surely this is the old game. “Go to it old man, hit ’em hard,” I cry, getting excited, then one of the