Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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 .

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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

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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.