Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1912 volume:

CONTENTS EDITORIALS LITERARY The Coward.................................Eugene Mason, ’12 A Hallowe’en Stunt...........................Jay Keidel, ’12 Ned Austin’s Mistake................Allen Ward'well, ’12 Burlapp’s Busy Bees.................Clark Matson, ’12 SOCIAL ATHLETICS COMIC EDITED BY THE VARSITY SOCIETY CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL CALVIN T. NORTHROP. Calvin T. Northrop was born at Staffordville, New York, on May 17. 1858. When but three years of age he was left an orphan with his little brothers, his father having been killed in one of the earliest battles of the Civil war. Laih of the brothers was adopted into a different family and each one changed his family name of Schoonoven for that of his foster parents. Calvin was adopted by Alonzo Northrop, of Worcester, Oswego Countv. N. Y. In the public schools of his home town he received his early education and later attended the academy of that place. In preparation for his life work of teaching, he studied at the Albany Normal School, and afterward graduated at the Illinois Wesleyan College. His education was interrupted at intervals by the necessity of earning the money for his college course, and this he did by teaching at various schools. He taught in the district schools in Otsego at the age of sixteen afterwards at Portlandville and Decatin, N. Y„ and finally was cal’led to act as the head of the schools in his boyhood home, where he had gaine 1 the rudiments of his education. For eleven years, he was superintendent of the schools at Garretts-ville, Ohio, resigning this position to accept the superintendency of the schools of Conneaut, which position he held until his death. RkouLii a Success. VOL. I. APRIL, 1912 NO. 4 EDITORIAL STAFF. Robert Smith..............................................EJitor-in-Chief Clark Matson..............................................Literary Editor Sajito Leach..............................................Athletic Edito. Ralph Stone ...............................................Society Editor Clarence Metzker ............................................Comic Editor Russell Tobin..........................................Advertising Editor Carroll Wright........................................Subscription Editor Guy Huston.....................................................Art Editor NOTE. The editorial staff wish to express their appreciation to Mettie Hunt and May Clark for their aid in arranging the material preparatory to the printing of this edition. AX ATHLETIC FIELD. There has always existed in Conneaut and especially in the circles of “Old C. H. S.” a long felt and ever increasing want. It is this same want, which, if realized, would stimulate that slowly dying enthusiasm in Athletics to a new life. It would revive that old sporting spirit, of which Conneaut boasted so proudly in the past, in the days when that famous aggregation called the “Red Socks” sought to maintain the honor of Conneaut on the Athletic field. This want is none other than an Athletic field. Equipped or unequipped it makes no difference. All that is demanded of the people of Conneaut is a field suitable for Athletic purposes. 4 THE TATTLER Would not the football team of 1911 have appreciated a field of this sort? Would it not be appreciated by the future track, football and baseball teams? We may well look with envy upon our sister city, Ashtabula, who is the proud possessor of two fully equipped Athletic fields, besides a Y. M. C. A. Yet let us hope that before many more generations have passed we may have an Athletic field which shall be as good as any in the county. BASEBALL. The basketball season of 1911-12 has drawn to a close and baseball now demands our attention. This year a departure from the former plan of playing the games will be made. Each team will play but one game with each of the other county teams. Following this plan games will be scheduled up to May 25, at which time the four teams having the highest percentage will play together. The teams to play against each other will be determined by lot. The winners of these two contests will then play a championship game which will take place at Ashtabula. It is hoped by all that when this championship game is pulled ofT C. H. S. will be one of the contestants and they surely will be if they continue to show that same spirit which has been exhibited in the past football and basketball season. The question of umpires has also been provided for. Each team is to submit the names of two men, who will act as umpires, to the chairman of the executive committee. The chairman will then assign the umpires to the various games, taking care to have neutral umpires for each game. The expenses of these umpires will be taken out of the treasury of the County Athletic Association. Our schedule is as follows: April 13—C. H. S. at Kingsville. May 11— C. H. S. at Jefferson. April 20—Harbor at Conneaut. May 18—Austinburg at Conneaut. April 27—C. H. S. at Geneva. May 25—C. H. S. at Ashtabula. May 4—Andover at Conneaut. the Max and his shoes. How much a man is like his shoes! For instance both a soul may lose, Both need a mate to be complete, And both are made to go on feet. With shoes the last is first; with men The first shall be the last, and when The shoes wear out they’re mended new, When men wear out they’re men dead too: They both are trod upon and both Will tread on others, nothing loth. Both have their ties and both incline, When polished in the world to shine, And both peg out. Now would you choose To he a man or be his shoes? THE TATTLER 5 “THE COWARD. E. M. It was breakfast time in the camp of the U. S. soldiers at the front in Mexico and although it was yet early in the day, the tropical sun beat down upon the long rows of white tents and the groups of soldiers collected here and there around small fires, smoking, laughing, joking and frying slices of bacon or boiling coffee. Far to the west the mountains, lit up by the early morning sun. reared their massive bulks to the skies while all around as far as eye could reach, lay a flat sandy plain of cactus and sage brush with perhaps here and there a few stunted trees, and inhabited only by the sneaking coyote, gopher and prairie dog. About a score of miles s outheast lay the headquarters of the Mexican troops wfhile about thirty miles south lay the isolated American post, “Fort Lincoln.” In front of the general headquarters the great military wagon with it3 heavy canvas covering emblazoned with the letters U. S. stood ready for a journey, hitched to one of the government’s splendid teams of four big black mules, who lazily switched their long, rope-like tails back and forth to keep off the bothersome flies. At the rear of the wagon stood six mounted cavalrymen in various attitudes of rest conversing with each other as to the nature of their errand. Presently a lieutenant of cavalry descended the headquarters’ steps and came with rapid stride down to the wagon. Instantly all were attention and the lieutenant spoke, “Boys.” he said, “we start this morning for ‘Fort Lincoln.’ We will load the wagon with ammunition for the fort and go by the road farthest west so as to escape detection if possible, for aside from the ammunition we carry private dispatches which I trust you will defend with your lives if necessary and so help to preserve the honor of your native land. It is needless to sav that there will be danger and that I have selected you because I know that yon will do your duty and do it well.” “Aye, that we will,” replied the men. “Six of us can handle a whole regiment of them dad-burned old greasers,” said one of the men. and, with many a joke upon the despised greaser, during which the young officer had lightly swung himself into the broad seat beside the driver, the little detachment started down the road, receiving on each side the hearty cheers of the soldiers who had finished breakfast and were now' cleaning 6 THE TATTLER their rifles preparatory to drill. The little detachment stopped at the ammunition sihed long enough to take on its load and was soon rattling down the road and out of sight. A little while afterwards a dark-skinned son of Mexico known about camp as “Miguel” and who took care of the mules, rode slowly out of camp, to all appearances, only, but as soon as he was out of sight he set spurs to his mule and headed for the Mexican camp where he reported what he had accidentally overheard, and also the number and direction of the little party. Instantly all was astir in the Mexican camp and soon afterward a party, fifty strong, of Mexican cavalrymen galloped off across the plain in the direction of the little party. The sun shone high overhead as it was noon and its hot rays beat down upon the little party which was slowly wending its way across the plains. No sound broke the all pervading quietness of the place except the labored breathing of the mules, who drooped in the traces under the influence of the noonday sun, the creaking of the wagon or perchance an occasional remark of the troopers who followed behind. The lieutenant sat back comfortably in the broad seat and interested himself in the changing scenery, but of the driver he took no notice whatsoever, for that particular person was probably the most heartily despised person in the service. He was a tall, slender young man with a delicately refined countenance who, because of his great fear of fighting and because he was invariably found hiding behind some tree or stump during action, was commonly known as the “coward.” Lieutenant Lawrence, on the other hand, was probably the most popular and brave officer in camp and, perhaps his greatest fault, was his laxity in the observance of military custom and his free and easy manner with the men under him. In fact, there was not a man in camp who ■would not have given his whole month’s pay merely to have been selected for this enterprise, for it was always considered a great honor to serve under Lieutenant Lawrence. The detachment had now reached a rougher part of tihe country whert the roads were harder and smoother. The wagon was rattling on at a good pace when one of the cavalrymen spurred up beside the seat and. after saluting, spoke: “There’s a e-ang op horsemen, about fifty strong, behind us. and the only way we can make it out is that they are a detachment of Mexican cavalry. After looking out at the rear end and surveying th° Party through his field glasses. Lieutenant Lawrence shouted out orders to the men following: “The only thing we can do. boys, is to run for it; they are srreasers all right, and there are too many of them to fight in the ooen When they get near enough, use your carbines, perhaps that will check them some.” Then to the driver whose han s were trembling- so that he con’d hardly hold the reins: “Give me the reins, you trembling coward, and get behind the seat if you value your life.” The coward obeyed and fell in a bean under the seat. Lawrence seized the reins and lashed the mules until the four splendid animals were going at a breakneck speed. On and on past hill and bush the heavy wagon thundered, and behind rattled the horses’ hoofs, but the Mexicans were gaining and their high sombreros and swarthy visages could now be ouite plainly recognized. As the Mexicans THE TATTLER came into range the carbines began to crack. One Mexican threw up his hands and lurched out of ihis saddle and soon after one of the cavalrymen fell in the dust, never to rise again. But the wagon still rolled on. As for the coward, he was crouched in one corner of the lurching vehicle, his eyes dilating with terror, shrinking, trembling and groaning, a piteous excuse for a man, indeed! But this state of affairs could not go on forever. Something must be done. They now swung out into the plain again. The mules were showing signs of exhaustion and would not last much longer, but, for once, fortune favored the hard-pressed detachment. At one side of the road, upon a little sand knoll, was a small, deserted shanty, and as soon as Lawrence saw it, he shouted back, “Make for the house, boys; it’s our only chance.” The wagon swerved out of the road and came to a halt in front of the shanty. The men dismounted, unhitched the panting, sweating mule3 and tied them together with the dusty, foam-flecked horses, to some half rotted posts behind the house. Meanwhile Lieutenant Lawrence, hastily drew the dispatches from his pocket and, when he thought himself unwatched by anybody, scooped a hole in the sand, thrust in the dispatches and marked the spot by carelessly throwing a large stone on it. He did not wish any of the men to know of the whereabouts of the dispatches for fear that under threats they might possibly tell, but the “coward” who had remained in the wagon, either because he was too afraid to move, or because in his mind it would be the least likely to be searched, saw the lieutenant in the act of burying the papers although he was so excited that the significance of the action did not come to him until later. The horses were soon tied and the men hastened into the shed and barred the rickety door just in time to escape the flying bullets of the first of the Mexican troops. Before assigning the men to their posts. Lieutenant Lawrence, said, “Boys, this may be the last time we’ll ever see the light of day, but let us show these Mexican troops that the American people still have some few grains of patriotism left and if we must die, let us die as becomes brave men.” Xot a word was spoken in reply to the lieutenant’s inspiring speech, for the feeling was too intense for expression. After shaking hands with the men he calmly assigned them to their posts. Meanwhile the Mexican troops had dismounted and were cautiously approaching the shanty, keeping up an incessant firing. The bullets whizzed through the old building and. with a short gasp, one of the men fell with a bullet through his brain, but tibe men never flinched, steadied as they were by the brave example and calm voice of their leader. “Hold your fire, boys, until you can see the whites of their eyes,” he said, “save your ammunition and make every shot count.” Slowly the Mexicans approached until they began to think the men in the shanty had all been killed, then the rifles of the besieged spoke out sharply and each bullet found its mark. This disconcerted the Mexicans somewhat for. although they were anxious to capture the little band, still they did not wish to lose any men. Accordingly they drew back out of range and held a discussion. But it was getting toward dark and the thought that the party in the shanty might somehow escape during the night urged the Mexicans forward again. Before the little party was fairly aware of it the Mexicans launched down upon them with irresistible force. Another gurgling cry, and one more of the trusty little band was gone. The cabin was now filled w'ith smoke, flying bullets and splinters an 8 THE TATTLER to add to the confusion, the poor animals at the back of the shed were screaming and rearing in useless endeavors to escape. The roof was afire in several places and the heat was becoming unbearable. It was plainly of no use to resist further and so Lieutenant Lawrence displayed a white handkerchief through the door and the firing ceased. The little party hastened out of the shed as it fell to the ground a crackling, roaring heap of flames, and surrendered themselves to the Mexican commander. The animals, which had finally broken away, were caught again and securely fastened to the wagon and tbe prisoners were disposed of so that they could not escape. A council of war was now held near the wagon so that the “coward” plainly heard all that was said. It was finally decided that since the prisoners refused to tell as to the whereabout of the dispatches, that they should be shot at sunrise. The council broke up and the wagon was left alone on the silent plain. The stars came out and shed their dim light over the scene. All was quiet and peace prevailed where only a few' short hours ago turmoil and death reigned. The silence of the night was broken by the jests of the Mexicans who were encamped in the distance around the burning ruins of the little shed, the stamping of the horses or the distant howl of the coyote. A strange calm came over the man in the wagon as though the night herself had imparted some of her soothing qualities to him. The happenings of the day appeared to him as he thought them over and over again but a toad, horrible dream, and ibe buried his face in his arms and wept with shame at his cowardice. Why was it that he was born such a coward? Why must he suffer so? And then the words of the Mexican commander fame to him again, “They must be shot at sunrise.” What a dishonorable end for those who had borne so much for their country’s sake! But they must not be shot! Surely there—why could he not save them himself? ' His presence was not known to the Mexicans. He could dig up the d’s-patches, seize one of the horses and ride to the fort. It could not be very far away, and it was the only chance for himself as well as the prisoners, for he would surely be discovered in the morning. He felt a new sensation of calmness and strength such as he had never known before in all hi3 life come over him and he resolved to make the attempt. It was at least better than doing nothing. Cautiously he felt his way out of the wagon. The fire had burned low and the camp was lost in slumber. Slowly he felt his way over to the n'ace where be knew the dispatches to be buried. The subdued light from the dying fire was just enough for him to locate the spot. Hastily he dug up the papers and turned to leave when he saw a Mexican sitting bolt upright. intently watching him. It was the spy “Miguel!” What should be done? He dared not shoot for it would arouse the camp and kill all chances of escape or rescue. He felt for his knife and before the astonished Mexican knew what had happened there was one man less to answer the roll call in the morning. The “coward” now hurried over to the horses and was soon galloping off in the direction of the fort. Before the Mexican camp was astir the next day, it was surrounded by American troops and the Mexicans became prisoners while those whom they had condemned became free. As the morning sun shed its first rays of light over the silent plain, the wagon again started out for the fort, but it was no longer driven by a coward but by a hero of heroes. THE TATTLER 9 A HALLOWE’EN STUNT. J. K. About one hundred years ago on the beautiful shores of Lake Erie there was situated a quaint and industrious old burgh called Conneaut. The prominence of this old city in the (histories of today lies in the fact that it was the home of the famous and now world renowned institution of learning known as C. H. S. There were some very notable as well as re markable characters associated with the institution at that time. The most prominent instructor, perhaps, was Mr. J. E. Helman, whose famous “Study Hall System” ihas been handed down to modern times. Mr. V. R. Henry was another of its famous teachers who was a scientist of no mean ability and his wonderful discoveries in chemistry and physics as well as “bugology,” burden the pages of modern text books. There were also some very prominent students who attended school not only for the education they might acquire but to have a part in some deviltry as well. School had been in session about seven weeks. The October frosts had painted the thills and valleys with gold and crimson, the bluish clouds of autumn haze hovered on the distant horizon. Hallowe’en was near at hand. The Hallowe’ens of previous years had been filled with depredations which had caused the hair of some of the participants to stand straight up. it was the plan of a so-called bunch of “Ruf Necks” to break all records by one of their “stunts.” Albert Hall, usually called “Abe,” was recognized by the members of this gang to be leader. Abe’s mind was full of dreams and plans as he made his way to the school on a bright morning about a week before that eventful night (Hallowe’en). He met Jite and Hughie on the way and the three talked very confidentially until they arrived at school. Lessons were not at all interesting, the sections dragged slowly, the day was indeed a dreary one for these three. After school they met and arranged tiheir plans. The coming Thursday eve would be Hallowe’en. On that night Jite and Hughie were to have two canoes hidden in the bushes about one hundred yards from an old stone bridge that crossed the river near a place called Rocky Point. There were two other members of the bunch, “Micky” Green and Clifford Childs. All were to meet at the bridge at ten o’clock. Micky” was to bring a bucket of white paint and Clifford two brushes. Tt was no wonder that Abe did not have his lessons when Thursday came, his head was all a whirl and he was sentenced to that awful forty minutes in the Study Hall after school. Clifford went home from school, sat down and attempted to study, (a thing quite uncommon for him), but he could not apply himself. It did seem to him as though the sun would never sink below the distant woods. Five o’clock—six o’clock—oh, how long the hours seemed! At last at nine-thirty he stepped from the porch and walked quickly in the direction of the bridge. When he arrived all were there. They stood about in a semi-circle while Abe told them the place they were to attack. “Now, fellows,” he began, you all know the way we have been treated, many times we have taken the blame for various pranks that have been committed, when we should have done otherwise. Prof. Smith we think is at the bottom of it, and we will show him ‘some stunt’ tonight. He has been very aristocratic since he received his dowry from 10 THE TATTLER Ireland. He has a beautiful home, hilt that does not concern us, as it is the barn that is to be the scene of action. His black horse Jasper is the real object of attack. We will apply this pail of paint in such a manner that Jasper will appear like a genuine Zebra imported from Africa. Now if you guys don’t get chicken hearted and flunk out we will use these brushes in a most artistic manner inside of a half hour.” With these words they started down the shore. As they walked along Clifford whispered to Abe in a trembling voice: ‘‘Do you see those bushes moving? I guess I’ll go back.” Abe laughed a suppressed, Ha! Ha! “You are a peach, can’t tell when the wind sways the bushes. Come along and don’t get scared at such little things.” 'They came to the place where the canoes were hidden in the bushes, carried them to the river, got in and paddled out into the middle of the stream. The current took them gently down for quite a distance. There the stream narrowed and flowed with swift current. When they were in the middle of the rapids the front end of the canoe, which was carrying Hughie and Jite struck a rock. The current began to turn the canoe around. When crosswise of the stream, it tipped its occupants out. The water was quite chilly, but they were mighty stars of the gridiron and by making use of all their strength they swam toward shore and landed about two hundred feet further down. The other canoe landed safely and all began action even though Hughie and Jite were rather moist. There was a steep cliff of shale about fifteen feet high where they landed. They threw a stone, to which a rope was fastened, into a tree which stood at the top of the cliff and ascended by means o' the rope. From here they proceeded to the barn, whicih stood a little ways off. Here they found that an entrance could be gained only by a side window. The window was quite loose but held shut at the side by a nail. Hugh was always bragging about his strength and especially his health (and well he might brag about the latter, for he called frequently at the home of the health officer to visit his daughter Jeanl, so he was given the job of opening the window. He gave a tremendous boost, there was a loud squeak, and the window was open. The act was just completed when the Prof, stepped out on the porch. The Hallowe’eners made a dash for the back of the barn, but returned again when the Prof, had closed the door behind him. They all entered through the window except Clifford, who remained outside to guard. The blanket was taken from Jasper, the paint bucket was onened and in ten minutes he was striped until he actually looked like one of t v e genuine zoological specimens. The blanket was put on the horse again, the paint and brushes handed out the window, to Clifford. All jumped out of the window, leaving the barn as quiet and peaceful as it was a half hour before. They returned to the canoe, threw paint bucket and brushes into the river and all except Abe, who took tike canoe down stream, walked along the stream until they came to a pile ot brush where they had hid the canoe. They were feeling pretty smart over their prank as they separated to go home but their spirits fell before twelve hours elansed. They were told next morning by the principal that they were no longer members of C. H. S. and they would have to make things right before any consideration whatever would be given to their re-entrance to school. It was a bitter THE TATTLER 11 pill for the boys to swallow, for one week later they mounted the platform in chapel and made their humble apology. They had missed one whole week of school and were thus ineligible for athletics. They spent but few nights at the “Red Star’’ for the next two weeks, for if they wished to play in the championship game on Thanksgiving they had to be up in their studies. Tuesday their lessons were all in, Thursday was to be the big day. A terrible suspense reigned in the minds of the boys all day Wednesday but that night after receiving a severe lecture in the office they were given permission to play. The next day as the team was journeying to the “Shipyard City,’’ “Micky” turned to Jite, who sat beside him, and said, “Well, kid, I guess we got out of that pretty slick.” They entered the game that day with all the vim they had and in the last game of the season “Micky” carried the pigskin over the goal for C. H. S. ___________ NED AUSTIN’S MISTAKE. A. W. Spring had come and with it that irresistible longing to be out of doors, linked with that peculiar dreaminess, which every one has felt. So it happened that the attention of many of the solid geometry class at Morton High wandered from the face of Professor Welsch to the beauties without. But suddenly all were brought back to life by his words: “As you all know,” he was saying, “it is a rule that no one shall take part in our annual track meet who oes not have a passing mark in all his studies. In order to ascertain who will be allowed to take part in our coming meet there will be a geometry exam tomorrow.” Astonishment could be seen in every face for this, an old rule, had never been enforced and there wrere many doubts as to the rating of some of the best men. Morton Hi and Heyward Hi had been the most bitter rivals since the time when the old confederate soldier, Major Heyward, had founded a school, and Colonel Morton, a Union man, had founded another near by Founded by enemies, it was not strange that they were rivals, and it han pened that the annual track meet was the scene of many a hotly contested struggle. This year Morton, anxious to wipe out a defeat of the year before, was making every effort to win. The announcement of the geometry exam was especially unpleasant to Ned Austin and Harold Wilson. These young men, while not brilliant in their studies, were the main strength of the track team. As they left the room together they were met by the Morton coach. Calling them to one side tibe coach addressed them, “You fellows must see to it that yon pass that geometry exam tomorrow. You know that I depend on you and Halton to win that coming meet. Professor Welsch tells me that there is no danger that Halton will fail, but he is not so sure about you.” The coach noticed the scowl that passed over Austin’s face as Halton’s name was mentioned, and sighed as he turned away. He knew that the hardest task a coach has is to making a winning team out of men who do not trust each other. That night Ned and Harold were in Ned’s room when some one knocked. “Come in,” Ned called out, and Halton stepped into the room. “I thought perhaps you fellows would like a little help on your Geom. You must not fail, you know.” 12 THE TATTLER “No, I don’t think I need your help,” snapped Austin. Halton without a word left the room. “Why did you speak to him like that?” asked Wilson. “You know that a little help might be the means of our getting through.’ “I don’t need the help of a man who has worked for Heyward Hi,” was the answer. “But he is a Morton man, now,” protested Wilson. “Yes, he is trying to get on our track team, and who knows that he will not throw the meet to Heyward if he succeeds.” “No, I think you are mistaken. He would not do that.” Soon after Wilson left the room and a few minutes later he was at Halton’s making what apologies he could for the rudeness of his friend and preparing for a systematic “cram” in geometry under Halton’s directions. On the next day Austin needed but one glance to tell him that he would not pass the examination, but he had learned on the athletic field never to give up while there was yet a chance. So he plunged doggedly into the study of lines and planes. But when the allotted time was up Austin handed in his paper without a regret, although he had finished but four out of the seven required problems. He left the class without a word to any one, and later in his own room tried to reconcile himself to seeing the meet as a spectator, for he knew that he would not be allowed to take part. In the evening Austin walked around to the hall where the marks were posted, not because of any interest in his own mark, but to see if Wilson had fared any better than himself. His face lighted up when he saw that Harold was among the “eligibles.” Perhaps he (Wilson) with a few others who were working bard for a place on the team could carry off the victory. If only Halton could be depended upon, if only he had been mistaken about him, perhaps he was mistaken. Such thoughts as these filled Austin’s mind as he read off the names. He smiled bitterly when he noted his own mark of fifty-six. Besides these names were the names of those who were to meet at the gym on the next morning to receive their final instructions before the contest. Wilson, Strong, Halton, but. Ned could go no further. He could endure not being on the team, but to read the name of another in the place that should have been his was more than he could endure. The morning of the meet dawned bright and fair. It seemed as if even the weather were interested in the day that was the most important of the school year to every member of the twm schools. At least everything turned out to be favorable for the event. Everyone of Morton Hi was on the Morton field line before the time set for the first event. Although there were many regrets that Austin, the school's ravorite, could not enter, yet nothing could for long keep down the soirits of the school on that day. Morton had not long to wait before the Heyward team, accompanied by hundreds of loyal fans, anpeared on the scene. While the two teams were dressing for the meet, the members of the rival schools carried on a miniature battle to see which could cheer the loudest. This was kept up until the contestants lined up for the first event, the quarter mile, then both sides in their intense interest forgot to cheer. Heyward won the quarter mile, but thanks to thegood work of Halton and Wilson, the score stood even before the last event., the half mile. In this Halton of Till: TATTLER IS Morton and Brush of Heyward were the contestants. Both runners were side by side until almost to the end, when Halton made one last effort and crussed the line ahead, winning the meet for Morton. There are no words to describe the scene as Morton Hi rushed out on the field and lifted Halton, the hero of the day, to their shoulders and carried him about the field. Among the foremost of this bunch of joyous students was Ned Austin and as Halton, finally having gotten away from his excited classmates long enough to get into his street clothes, started for his room, Austin walked along beside him. “Halton,” he was saying, “I have been mistaken about you. Can you forget it and be my friend?” “Don’t mind that,” answered Halton, “and,” he added, “If you need any help on that geometry before the final exam, come around.” “All right,” called back Ned as they parted. “I will be around tonight.” And the coach, who had overheard part of the conversation, smiled, and thought of the victory that these two working together might win another year. BURLAPP’S BUSY BEES. C. M. The name of Bohunkus Burlapp is not very well known in this section of the country, as this learned gentleman has not yet attained his ideal of becoming famous. From an early age he had become interested in the cutlivation of unnatural and extraordinary varieties of common vegetation. Among his many achievements, have been the producing on rose bushes of apples, that tasted like lemons, and producing peach trees, that bore fruit six weeks after planting them from seed. Mr. Burlapp was a man of about fifty years of age, he was tall and angular, and usually wore large green spectacles, and side-burns. Another important part of his make-up, was his habit of lapsing into fits of absent-mindedness, while propounding in his mind his great undertakings. A story is told that in one of these lapses, while waiting for a train to take him to the city, he, thinking that he had left his watch at home, took the aricle in question from his pocket to see whether he had time to go back after it, before the arrival of the train. He. however, pointed to these lapses with pride, for was this not a characteristic of the noted scientists of the day? One bright summer afternoon, while walking through the country, as was his usual custom, this being the only exercise he would allow himself, he became interested in watching the bees gathering honey from the flowers. Thus far in his career he had ventured in his experiments only in the realm of plants, but by watching these insects the idea became lodged in -his mind of the possibility of cultivating animals as well as plants, and especially, did he think about the possibilities of improving upon the bee, so as to render it more efficient in its work. He became so lost in the contemplation of this, that sitting down in the shade of a near by tree, the better to think, he was soon lost to the world in the study of this one idea. He remained in this state until after dark, when he was startled, almost to death, by a lightning bug flying directly in front of his eyes. It then appeared as if something had entered bis mind, for he took out a much . 14 THE TATTLKK used note book, scribbled a few lines therein, and hastily returned home. The next morning the professor’s laboratory was the scene of unusual activity. Many curious and mysterious experiments were performed and now and then could be heard the professor’s voice saying, in an undertone, such words as Photuris and Pemisylvanian, or. Apis, Millifica. These activities continued for about three weeks when our friend emerged, his face beaming with smiles, holding in his hand a glass jar containing a number of insects, somewhat larger than, and not unlike, ordinary bumble bees. To the questions of his inquisitive friends, he answered: “1 have here specimens of ‘Burlapp’s Everbusy Bees.’ While ordinary bees, as soon as it gets dark go to their hives to rest, till day breaks, because they can not see to work, these bees will keep on working without a stop day or night. This ihas been accomplished by crossing the lightning bug with the honey bee. As a result we have a larger bee more capable of doing the work, and besides each bee carries with it a lamp similar to that of the lightning bug or firefly, so that it can see to work during the darker hours.” The Burlapps Everbusy Bees were a success, gathering honey day and night, just as promised. While starting out to gather the honey from his bees, he became interested in a new project, namely, the production of a species of ants that would of its own accord seek out and build its hills or nests of Gold Dust. Absorbed in the thought he absent-mindedly opened a hole to get the ihoney without at first stupefying the bees with smoke as he always had before. He immediately and painfully became aware or the fact, and after clumsily tipping the hive over beat a hasty retreat into the house, where he stayed and nursed his enormous stings for many weeks. Burlapp’s Busy Bees are busy no longer, for by the judicious application of chloroform, Mr. Burlapp was soon revenged for his sufferings. He has now given up his experiments upon creatures of the animal kingdom, and is now devoting himself entirely to plants. This time he will direct his efforts to the production of a tree that will bear any desired fruit by simply changing the flavor of the water with which it is nourished. JI ST IMAGINE Josephine Andrews flunking. Carlyle Hammond quiet. Ralph Stone studying. Miss Hodge laughing. Miss Leet thin—Miss Burlington fat. Prof. Smith with his mouth 6hut. John Hazeltine pole vaulting. John Rupp not having to run to school. Walter getting his Modern History. Helen Marcy ever flunking in Modern History. George Sawtelle with his hair combed. Helman taking his time. Eeon Drew with a girl. Dawley not saying “Judas.” Elizabeth Pearce not chewing gum. THE TATTLER ir SENIOR SLEIGHRIDE. On the night of Feb. 16, a small number of Seniors with Miss Bain and “Dr.” Wilson (of theatre fame) as chaperones, assembled at the Electric Station, preparatory to going on a general cruising expedition. Each young lady had a pie, I do not mean her escort, but a real pie. Soon the sleigh showed up and we embarked. The next three hours were certainly memorial ones, especially for Fanny as she had to act as referee for two amorously inclined young men, each of whom was intent upon throwing the other out of the sleigh so as to have Fanny'6 attention solely for their own. Miss Bain created quite a sensation when she suddenly exclaimed with great anguish, “I just stepped on a pie.” But great was her chagrin when Bob said, “That isn’t any pie, that’s my foot.” About ten o’clock we reached Arnold Bonnell’s home as arranged and there spent a most enjoyable two hours, eating pie, sandwiches, popcorn, together with a drink of good hot coffee, which Mrs. Bonnell had prepared. About twelve we started for home and when we reached Fanny’s stop, as neither Eugene nor Clark had gained any decided advantage over the other, she allowed them both to accompany iher home. Those present were Mabel Irvin, Elizabeth Pearce, Frances Barnum, Hazel Rawdon, Marjorie Abbott, Fanny Wardwell, Miss Bain, Eugene Mason, Clark Matson, Fred Green, Bob Smith, Clifford Childs, Arnold Bonnell, Prof. Smith, Prof. Wilson. It NO LET OF THE CAN NIBAL CLUB. Menu. Pork Chops “Mason Beans “Chidester” Roast “Bear” Chocolate “Dope” Boiled “Missionary” “Irish” Stew “Sweet” Potatoes Spare Ribs Styles” Hammond” Eggs Fried Shark (Fanny) “Chop” Sua Graham” Bread “Mush” and Milk “Brown” Gravy 16 THE TATTLER THE DEBATE. Friday evening, March 22, the High School presented an entertainment in the form of a literary and debating contest, which reflects great credit on the participants and those wiho managed the affair. This is by no means a new venture for the school, but has simply been revived this year, and it is hoped that it may be made a regular custom each year. The program was opened by music from the orchestra, followed by the debate, “Resolved, That the Monroe Doctrine should he retained as a permanent policy of the United States.” The affirmative was upheld by Albert Hall and Fred Green of the Smith society and Marjorie Abbott of Der Zeitgeist society. The negative by Fanny Wardwell of the Au Fait society and Eugene Mason and John Rupp of the Varsity. The rebuttal was conducted on the affirmative by Albert Hall and on the negative hv Eugene Mason. The six speakers showed the utmost familiarity with the subject, and their arguments were keen and set forth with vigor. The next was a selection by the girls’ octette who were forced to respond to an encore. This was followed by an original story by Miss Jean Eagles, the subject of which was “The Recital.” The other original story was read by Miss Harriet Stoke, “The Wager.” The first of the two orations was now delivered by Olin Doffort. The subject of this, “The Voice of the People.” Following this came a very pleasing solo by Walter Dunn, who was compelled to “come again.” “The Price She Pays” was the subject of the oration by Jay Keidel. Then came the two recitations, “The Piazza Ladies,” by Miss Charlotte Cossitt and “Mavmie’s Story of Little Red Riding Hood,” by Miss Mabel Smith. The octette gave another selection while the judges were deciding upon the awarding of the prizes. The result of the judges’ deliberation was that the debate was awarded to the negative, the original story to Miss Jean Eagles, the oration to Jay Keidel and the recitation to Miss Charlotte Cossitt. The Smith and Varsity met at last Down on the old Gym floor. This determined who was best No doubt you know the score. They battled long and furious. The game was full of vim. But from the first there was no doubt But that the Varsity would win. Little drops of perspiration. Little grains of grit. The only way to show the Varsity That we are really it. Bigger drops of perspiration. Bigger grains of grit; Thus it was the Varsity Showed who was really it. —Smith. —Varsity. THE TATTLER 17 18 THE TATTLER A. H. S. VS. C. H. S. On March 7, Conneaut High journeyed to Ashtabula and were defeated by the close score of 19 to 17. Some say C. H. S. was defeated by the referee, others say by the team of A. H. S. In fact, the main reason was that most of the Conneaut men lost their bean after a few fouls had been called on C. H. S. and talked a little too much to the umpire so that he watched them closer than ever, but even then Conneaut had the lead and there seemed no way of beating them; so for some unknown reason the umpire took his spite out on Hubbard by putting him out o1' the game. Moreover, Conneaut was weak at shooting fouls, for about one out of fom seemed the best that they could do. CHilds was there in getting baskets, making three in the game. Davis and Leach had to be satisfied with two apiece. The team work of Hubbard and Smith was fine. Eagles went in Hubbard’s place when the latter was taken out of the game. C. H. S.—17. Line-Up. A. H. S.—19. Childs....................L. F................... Brooks Davis.....................R. F................. Williams Leach........................C................. Whitacre Smith.....................R. G................. Mitchell Hubhard...................L. G................ Stapleton Baskets: Childs 3, Leach 2, Davis 2, Williams 2, Brooks 2, Stapleton 1, Mitchell 1. Fouls: Williams 1, Brooke 6, Leacih 3. Referee and umpire; Hartman and Morris. Scorer: Stone. Time of halves: twenty minutes. C. H. S. GTRLS VS. H. H. S. GIRLS. The young ladies of C. H. S. were not strong enough to defeat ths young ladies of Harbor High school. They played their best but the team work and basket shooting of the shipyard city fair sex was too much for them. It was demonstrated early in the game that they were in a class by themselves and should be congratulated on their work, considering this is their first year that they have taken part in this line of sport. The shooting of Miss Debell was the feature of the game, ror time and time again when the ball was advanced down tthe floor into her hands it was tossed into the basket no matter how difficult the ansr’e was. The Conneaut stars were the Misses Marcy and Sanford. Miss Marcy secured one field basket and one foul, all the points that Conneaut could get. It was Miss Sanford’s first game and her guarding was of a high degree, holding her opponent scoreless. C. H. S.—3. Line-Up. H. H. S.—15. Pearce...................R. F................. Debell Marcy....................L. F............... Lundberg Armstrong...................C............... Swedenburg Eagles and Rankin........C. G............... Anderson Stines...................R. G.................. Henry Sanford..................L. G............... Aldridge THE TATTLER 10 Goals: Marcy 1, Lund berg 1, Debell 4. Fouls: Marcy 1, Lundberg 3, Debell 2. Referee and umpire: Furgerson, Smith, alternating. Time of halves: 15 minutes. €. H. S. VS. ASHTABULA HARBOR H. S. On the night of March 8, the C. H. S. quintet journeyed to Ashtabula Harbor, confident of “Beating ’Em Up.” The game was played in the new high school gym, which when completed will be the best basketball floor in the county. The game was fast and exciting throughout, being replete with baskets being shot from all angles of the floor. During the first half the Harbor held C. H. S. down to a score of 16 to 11. But in the second half the C. H. S. came back strong, and in a few minutes had rung enough baskets to put the game safely on ice. For Conneaut, Smith and Hubbard were the “stars,” Smith ringing seven field goals, while Hubbard put up a fine defensive game. Childs, as usual, had his horseshoe with him. Davis and Leach played their usual strong game. Line-Up. C. H. S.—41. A. H.—21. Childs L. F.. . . Davis R. F .... Burrell, G. Poad Leach C Smith R. G Hubbard L. G . . . . Hayward, Burrell Field goals: Smith 7, Childs 5, Davis 3, Leach 3, R. Poad 3, Bur- rell 2, Nelson 1, Hayward 1. Goals from foul: Davis 3, Leach 2, R. Poad 7. Referee and umpire, alternating, Morris (Ashtabula), Benjamin (Conneaut). Timekeeper: Stone. Scorer: Abbott. C. H. S. VS. GENEVA. The last game of the season of 1911-12 was played Saturday evening, March 23, before the largest crowd that has attended any game so far this winter. Probably the best feature of the evening was the cheering accorded to the two teams. At no time did the enthusiasm of the spectators seem to be on the decline. This was also helped along by the closeness of the contest. Throughout the first half neither team seemed to have any advantage until the last minute of play, when Conneaut managed to secure a lead of three points, the half ending 20 to 17. During the second half it was nip and tuck between the teams and the final outcome was in doubt until the last minute of play, when Tilden of the visitors secured a basket from nearly the middle of the floor. This, followed by a couple of fouls, which the Geneva referee obligingly called, placed the victory in the hands of Geneva. For Conneaut, Childs was undoubtedly the star, managing to secure seven baskets under the guard of Geneva’s fast guard, Lewis. Also the steady work of Davis is not to be overlooked. . 20 THE TATTLER C. H. S.—35. Line-Up. G. H. S.—40. Childs L. F Tilden Davis R. F McColl Hubbard L. G Morley Smith R. G Lewis Baskets: Childs 7, Davis 2, Leach 5, Smith 2, Tilden 3, McColl 6, Chapman 7, Lewis 1. Fouls: Davis 3, Tilden 6. Referee and umpire: Hawke and Price, alternating. Timekeepers: Helman and Clark. Time of halves: 20 minutes. Scorer: Abbott. C. H. S. GIRLS VS. G. H. S. GIRLS. The girls’ team finished their season in a blaze of glory by defeating the strong girls’ team from Geneva. Much credit is due to their captain for her efforts in getting together a winning team with two of the regulars out of the line-up. Miss Stines showed up remarkably well, securing four of the baskets, in her first game at the forward position. Miss Pearce also came in for her share, getting three field goals and five fouls. The work of the two guards also deserves mention. For the visitors, Miss Verity was the bright light, getting two difficult baskets, while Miss Morley managed to drop in five of the fouls. Line-Up. C. H. S. Girls—19. G. H. S. Girls—13. Pearce L. F Verity Stines R. F.. . . Morley-Kenyon Wardman. . . C. G Kenvon-Morley Armstrong. . Smith L. G Rankin R. G Hallin Baskets: Pearce 3, Stines 4, Verity 2, Kenyon 2. Fouls: Pearce 5, Morley 5. Referee and umpire: Stone and Price, alternating. Timekeepers-Helman and Clark. Time of halves: 15 minutes. Scorer: Abbott. DAFFYDIL8. If a king is a prince what do they call a Mason? If some one burned up all tihe Standard Dictionaries would Webster? If Alexander Hamilton is dust is Henry Clay? If a horse can run can a Turkey Trot? If Emmet sprained his ankle what did Oliver Twist. If Dan Stanley was holding Deweese Wilcox who was Bert Holden? If Miss Leet fell down in the corridor would a Gillette Safety razor? If George Washington wore a derby when he cut down the cherry tr«e do you think he has the hatchet? If a chauffeur gets full will the gasoline tank? If a gun cried would it sibed musketeers? THE TATTLER 21 • ✓ Laugh and the world laughs with you, Snore and you sleep alone. SUNDAY EVENING, MARCH 3. Don’t blame Michy, it certainly was a long sermon. During an argument on Washington’s birthday, Mr. Helman asked: “What do you think is the proper course to pursue on a holiday?’’ A. B. (drowsily)—“Sleep.” Miss Hodge, upon reading that two lovers will sit up all night with but one chair in the room, said: “It could not be done unless one of them sat on the floor.” Allen W.:—“Sometimes the minister says it to his conjugation. 22 THE TATTLER I clasped her to my heart, my own, My ecstasy no tongue could speak, That moment, I’d have scorned a throne, When in my ear My Mida dear, Said: “What’s your wages, Mike, a week?” V. Cantlin: “Maw, I want you to stop bossing Paw around, until after I get married.” Mother: “Why, I should like to know?” V. C.: “Just as soon as I get a little bit intimate with a young man, they begin to ask me if I take after you.” THE .TFNTOR’S CRY. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust; We’ve passed in Geometry, In Algebra we must. Before the debate, Micky asked Mr. Helman where the judges were going to sit. Mr. Helman: “Why, I think we will set them------- Now' if they are going to “set” anything in the auditorium, they will have to raise tihe temperature at least a few degrees more than it has been all winter. From a certain senior boy to a certain senior girl. Fraulein:—Du bist ein susses Madchen. Weisst du nicht? Magst du ein Breifenhen schrieben zu mir? Leeen sie weiter und uberstetzen und dann antworte es. (Lieben Sie mich nicht?)—A. B. Prof. Smith carrying a cradle, was stopped by an old woman and thus accosted: “So, sir, you have got some of the fruits of matrimony.” Prof. Smith (softly). “Old Lady, you are mistaken, this is only a fruit basket.” “No, Harriet, it isn’t only the milk trains that are supplied with cowcatchers.” Miss Burrington:—“The lesson for today in Julius Shakespeari Leach, he had a stocking cap, He sent it to the dyers, To have it changed from white to blue: Now look at the damn thing. R. Goebricher (to Mr. Henry, who is making an experiment)—“What are you doing?” Mr. Henry—“Making a pair of pants for a fish.” THE TATTLER 23 Mildred A. (in English IV.)—“Thackeray’s father died when he was six years old.” Gladys A. to Mr. Smith:—“Can a little blind chicken peep?” Carlyle H. (to James who is coming down stairs with his basketball suit on):—“Are you going to play basketball, Jimmy?” James:—“No, I’m taking out an insurance policy for my favorite tapeworm.” A hair in the head is worth two in the brush. —Mr. Henry. Matrimony may be a good speculation, but it is not well for girls to stay too long on the market. —Miss Hodge. Mr. Henry:—“Name some vegetable oils?” Harry P.:—“Whale oil.” Mr. Helman:—“Can you name a trust?” May C.:—“The Beef trust.” You can easily see where May’s mind is. C. Childs:—“Lois, I know someone up town who would dye for you.” Lois C.:—“Who is it?” C. Childs:—“Barskv Bros.” (Dyers). Miss Ford:—“I believe I should die if every one had their lesson.” Helen M.:—“Let’s all have our lesson tomorrow.” Mr. Randall (In Geom):—“If Miss Benton has no objections, I will remodel her form.” Miss B. (Tn German):—“What is the gender of lace?” Roy B.:—“Feminine.” A FEW WISE SAYINGS BY THE FACULTY. Roosters do a lot of crowing but it is the hen that meets the demand for eggs. Having never told a lie. George Washington decided not to write his own autobiography. Tt is said Washington died lying. Mr. Henry to .Tite (who had complained about his Chemistry mark):— “The trouble is, Sajito, you didn’t curl your hair on the right side this morning.” Miss Leet:—“You can’t make two apples equal two beeta.” Dick Wyman:—“If I had two apples I would beat it.” 24 THE TATTLER MISS BAIN. There was an art teacher named Bain, Who’d paint in the sunshine or rain: She’d paint all the day. And I have hear say That she’d paint in the evening again. MISS KAHLER. Miss Kahler is really quite nice. Of her mind she can give you a slice; She’s wrapped in a cloak But can take a good joke; But wihen angry, her looks will suffice. MRS. HOWARD. Mrs. Howard now comes to my mind Few teachers we find are so kind; We learn to make bread Which is not like lead And tastes really good, we find. MISS FORD. Miss Ford now comes to my mind; Yes, she is a school teacher too. But for not very long. If I am not wrong, But about it I cannot tell you. MISS RFRRIXGTON. There was a young teacher named Ruth. An idea she had in her tooth To buy a fruit farm, A shelter from barm— But where was the money? Forsooth. MISS HODGE. Then there was our friend Miss Hodge. Latin in our minds she would lodge. Which some cannot get. Can’t tell atque from et, And her furious glances they dodge. MISS LEET. And there once was a teacher named Leet, Who wanted to raises peaches sweet, And so this school marm She bought a fruit farm, And soon her nice peaches wTe’ll eat. MISS JONES. Next here comes Miss Jones, or Blanche. Who’d rather not live on a ranch Like aforesaid Miss Leet. Or Miss Barrington sweet. But live in a mansion perchance MR. HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT: Do you know that there has never been a clothing firm in this town that lias worked as hard or taken the extreme care to furnish yon with the finest possible merchandise at the right price as we? Well, it’s a fact, and we want the chance to prove it, and we ask one favor—that is—before you buy that new Spring Suit—come in and give our line a critical inspection. DON’T BUY IP IT DON’T SUIT YOU, JUST SKE IT. Outfitters to Men and Boys Conneaut, Ohio Buy Tablets and Supplies at THE RED STAR Corner Main and Broad Streets WE CARRY A FULL LINE OF Ready - to - Wear Goods HATS, COATS, SUITS, DRESSES, All the Latest Novelties in Neckwear RIGHT GOODS at RIGHT PRICES FRED ECKERT Uhe Peerless Urio jldler- Slochester Clothes Start Schaffner Sllarx Clothes Uhe S. Sll. 'Whitney Co. When looking for good fresh milk, cream and dairy products, be sure to call at It. E. COLE’S, Itoth l’hones. 205 Main St. For Fruit and Poultry Farms On Trolley lanes See GEORGE J. CHAPMAN, Postoffice Blk. Conneaut. EDITH I). STANLEY, Eire Insurance. 141 Evergreen St. Local Phone 705. STILES’ ORCHESTRA. Music for all occasions. Ia cal Phone 294-J. Don’t forget that you get the best value for your money at BLACK’S in East Conneaut. Good for the young and old. A nice clean meal or a dainty lunch. Legulf.r Dinner 25c at the IMPERIAL CAFE. C. It. Hinkernell, Prop. Open from 5 a. in. to 1 a. m. P. O. Block. Conneaut, O. CHARLEY WING, Hand Laundry. Chinese Teas. STAR THEATER, The House With the Big Orchestra. For Groceries and Provisions call on MRS. EMMA DILLON, Farnham. HAINES PHOTO CO. AH Kinds of Panoramic Views. News-Herald Bldg. When in Need of Flour, Mill Feeds, Poultry Supplies, Hay, Straw, Etc., call on LOOMIS OLIXGER, East Conneaut, Ohio. Order WHEELER’S ICE CREAM From New Electric Station. THE A TORIUM-Never Excelled Have you visited the Academy Theatre? FRED ERB, All Merchant Tailor, Broad St. COXXEAUT ART SHOP For Post Cards, Pictures and Kinds of Art Goods. li. A. EATON SONS. Everything in Funeral Designs. New Dorman Block. Phone 713. ____________________________________I X SCio® rtxwyirsyw •X � xsv )©$Xt)(j) I After the Game R. W. LOOMIS, First Class Livery. Both Phones. Washington St. Visit I The Sugar Bowl I 0.0.0.0.0.0 II. A. MILLER, Confectionery, Cigars and Tol� acco, Across from Cake Shore De| ot. LEWIS C. FAUVER, Clothier Furnisher. E. I). LOOSE, Attorney-at-Law. Citizens' Bank Bldg. DR. D. C. DA VEX XV, Dentist. Quinn Block. CHASE £ JEWELL Furniture and Musical Instruments Repaired and Refinished. Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed. Bell Phone 121-X2. East Conneant. Try our Wedding Bells Green Tea. The best that grows for the price. Get It of F. M. HUBBARD. 507 State St. R. S. WORK, Artistic Photographs, Picture Framing, Amateur Finishings and Supplies, 183 Broad Street WHITMORE’S The Rexall Store Leggett’s Chocolates H. G. KINGDOM, Insurance. MERRICK’S ICE CREAM For Quality. We Strive to Please, HANNAH SAIGEON, Groceries, Hardware and Notions. A. F. JOSLYN STUDIO High Grade Art Photographs, Art Pictures Framing. Wear-II-Well Shoe§ From Factory to Foot Save a Dollar—Two REPAIRING TO SUIT EVERYBODY FRED D . T A R L T O N SCOTTY’S LUNCH ROOM, Harbor and Main. Howard Scott, Prop. Maple Sugar and Syrup, CLYDE FRISBIE, East Conneaut. Try our IT Cough Syrup. OONNEAUT DRUG CO. MECKLEY’S HOME BAKERY Corner Main Mill Sts. Loral Phone 68. STAFFORD HEATING SHEET METALi CO. Roofing, Spouting Repairing. State St. S. M. SMITH, Pool and Odd Pins, 209 Main St. PRICE RICHARDS Exclusive Millinery H. L. SMITH, Rea] Estate. Old National Rank Bldg. OR. BELL Dentist Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute SCHOOL of ENGINEERING Civil, Mechanical, Electrical Send lor a Catalogue. O. C. LAUGHLIN Plumbing, 232 Washington St. 'IZ ;. ■ ■ CLYDE SEAGER, Cigars and Tobacco, 220 $4 Main St. ■ ’ L., '3 ;? .' -'I- jyv'.:, C. J. Frew, Jr., THE FRORIST. StAte St. Phone 281. Still Doing Business at the Same Old Stand. JOHN DEWEY, 377 Harbor St. Local Plione 160. NEILSON, Stationery and Edison Records, Foot of Main St. HAHN COUGHLAN Drug Store, 244 Main St. DR. KELLEY, Dentist, Stanley Block. Dancing Every Saturday Night at the ARMORY Mr. and Mrs. LeRoy Naylor, Managers. The latest Novelty In Pens. The Franklin Identification Fountain Pen. A solid 14 K gold pen guaranteed for 2 years. With your name and address, or advertisement on Pens. BLISS A. BENJAMIN, Agt. 13 Marshall St., Conneaut. Voice Culture. MISS GRACE EPSON will receive pupils in voice cnlture and singing at her home, 346 Main street. Miss Upson is a pupil of Prof. Wm. Saal of Cleveland and will teach his method. HOGLE’S LIVERY, Corner Broad State St. You can do better at R. W. WATT’S GROCERY, East Conneaut. 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