Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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?

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 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.

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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