Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1913 volume:

p- X r in 1 Hi :e i FA1 n - 1 2 -= - VOL. II FEBRUARY, 1913 NO. 2 CONTENTS LITERARY Florence Clavering's Style The Suffragette in a New Role The Ideal of His Dreams -Rhyming With the Morning -Guilty Consciences - SCHOOL NEWS EDITORIAL EXCHANGES ATHLETICS LAUGHS Mabelle Brown, ’14 Cornelia Curtiss, ’13 - Ruth Dorman, ’14 Elizabeth S. Brown, ? ’23 PUBLISHED BY DER ZEITGEIST AND THE IRVING LITERARY SOCIETIES OF CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL irwiTfi “Who is that girl, Allison?” Gertrude Ward glanced curiously at the slight figure that sat at tihe farther end of the piazza, her hands clasped in her lap and her large, dark eyes gating out over the bright morning landscape. “She doesn’t look at all like our style; she’s so very proper that she’s almost prim.” “Prim, I should say she was,” replied Allison McKenzie, with emphasis, swinging a bundle or golf sticks over her shoulder. “That’s Florence Clavering. She came yesterday, but she’ll never do for Hillsdale Academy! She’s too dreadfully prim and precise. None of the girls will like her, I know.” “O, well! She’ll find iher own level somewhere,” returned Gertrude in careless good-ihumor. “Come on to the golf links; it’s hotter every minute.” The two girls strolled along, bareheaded and with sleeves rolled above their elbows. “Are you going golfing?” The two glanced up at the neatly dressed girl, who had risen from her chair and was now leaning over the piazza railing. Allison sauntered toward her. “Oh, no!” she drawled sarcastically. “Of course not. We just get our golf sticks and lug ’em around for the fun of it. What do you s’pose?” Florence’s cheek flushed, but after a moment she managed to say with a smile: “Served me right for asking such a foolish question. But won’t you find it rather muddy? I was going for a horseback ride along the river to the big reservoir, but Miss Webster says that the road is very so!t in some places and she advises me to keep to the hill road. It has rained a great deal lately and they say the engineer is watching the dam—if it breaks I’m afraid you won’t have much golfing this season.” “The dam’s all right,” replied Allison shortly. “Come along, Gertie.” She turned and strode away, but Gertrude lingered a moment. “Don’t mind Allison,” she said with a smile, “it’s only her way. Good-by!” C. J. FREW, The Florist, State St, Phone 3 Florence nodded comprehendingly, and Gertrude hurried on. “I think you might have treated Florence Clavering a little more politely, Allison,” she said reprovingly. ‘‘She seems like a ratiher nice girl, after all.” “Nice!” retorted Allison, with a sneer. “Teacher’s pet. That's her style. I’d like to see her on horseback, though. A steady old horse about thirty years old, with an easy canter in place of a trot; best pace, about five miles an hour—that’s the sort of an animal she rides, or I miss my guess. Probablyl has a groom at her bridle rein when she’s at home, but that sort of thing won’t do at boarding school.” Gertrude made no reply and the two trudged on silently. The air was sultry. Great masses of clouds heaped themselves in the west, while the sun was scorching hot overhead. Allison was out of temper and her playing showed it. “Don’t you think you had better be a little bit more careful, Allison?” queried Gertrude. “You’ve broken two golf sticks already. “It’s too hot for golf today, anyway, growled Allison. This place is half a swamp—but listen! what’s that?” “Thunder,” replied her companion listlessly. “But it’s pretty distant, so let’s finish our game.” Allison tried again, and again broke a golf stick. “Well, I never—but look coming down the road. The new girl is (oming full tilt: must be her horse ihas bolted.” Allison stared at the on-coming rider, when—the horse was suddenly checked and a warning hand was flung up. “Get on to the higher land—quick!” cried Florence. “The dam is broken; I must warn the others. Horse and rider passed like a flash, galloping down the road. The two golfers sped up t)he hillside; they slipped on the wet grass and stumbled over stones, while the deep roar was steadily increasing in volume behind them. At last they gained the crest of the hill and stood looking down into the valley, that wa6 now filled with whirling water, in which trees, logs and wreckage were tossing to and fro.” “Do you think she—Florence, has esca] ed, Gertie?” queried Allison in constrained tones. “I don’t know,” curtly rejoined Gertrude as she went on, with Allison following in her wake, pensive and unusually quiet. It was a very uncomfortable pair that finally appeared at the academy. “O, Allison!” cried Gertrude, as they approached the piazza. “There’s Florence; she’s safe. How she must have ridden. I call her a brave girl.” “All she had to do was to stick on the horse,” replied Allison snappishly. “You needn’t be bothering me with heroics, I’m about used up.” So saying, she ran upstairs and slammed her door so hard that it resounded through the entire corridor. Gertrude lingered for a few moments on the piazza and then, she too, went to her room. Florence sat for a while replying politely to the congratulations of the girls, on her plucky ride and narrow escape; but when the excited girls THE TATTLER 4 had left, she rose and wently deliberately up to Allison McKenzie’s room, where she knocked and waited. “Who’s there?” came a muffled voice from within. “It’s Florence Clavering,” replied Florence pleasantly, whereupon the door flew open, showing Allison standing with disheveled hair and a tear- stained, sullen face. “I suppose,” she began abruptly, “that I ought to have thanked you for saving my life; but I was so upset—anl I’m all tired out anyway—but, of course,” she added stiffly, “I’m very much obliged to you—” she paused, still holding the door wide open. “Mayn’t I come in please, and see if 1 can’t make you more comfortable?” inquired Florence kindly; for Allison’s face and dress showed the marks of her hard scramble. “Yes, if you like,” returned Allison ungraciously, eyeing the trim little figure rather shamefacedly. “I was too tired to do anything but just dump myself on the bed,” she continued, with a trace of apology in her tones. Florence did not reply immediately, but gently combed out the matted hair. Finally she said, rather abruptly, “I learned to ride while I was a ery small girl. We all ride where I came from, but here, one very seldom sees anything but carriages and automobiles, and somehow—I don’t care for them.” “You didn’t seem to me like a girl that would ride horseback, but rather__” she caught herself up, but Florence finished the sentence for her. “Rather old fashioned? Well, yes, perhaps I am, but the girls here are so different that—well, I feel sort of out of things, you know.’’ There was a litle pause broken by Allison. “I’ve a horrid temper,” she said, suddenly, “and Florence, I’ve been mean to you, as mean as can be. But I feel miserable now; oh! can you ever forgive me?” “Why, Allison! I haven't anything to forgive,” said Florence, as she bent over the weeping girl. “Now stop crying and don’t think anything about it.” Just then, Gertrude appeared in the doorway but stopped in consternation, as she saw Florence. Soon, however, matters were explained and the three spent a pleasant evening together. As they were departing, Florence called back cheerily, “Good night, A'lison; remember the old adage,—‘All’s well that ends well.” MABELLE BROWN, ’14. THE SUFFRAGETTE IN A NEW ROLE. It was much the same kind of group that is found every day in the cars in any railroad train, a gathering of nearly every type of people that makes up our country. Perhaps, however, the assembly in the Pullman car, Maneval, was more mixed than usual on that November day. When the Trans-Continental Limited left New' York there were twelve occupants of the car besides the porter and conductor. Each person had boarded the C. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone a train in his own characteristic manner, the men had glanced with indifference over the other passengers and then become absorbed in their newspapers, but the women,—there were seven of them—had, as is characteristic of a woman, each mentally taken, in one glance, a hasty invoice of the other travelers and labeled each in his distinctive class by criticising his clothes and actions. There was a Haughty Lady in Furs who demanded most of the porter’s time with her inquiries and in the section across the aisle sat a Stout-Lady-in-a-Black-Silk-Dress. She smiled amiably and impartially upon all the travelers and seemed to be enjoying herself to the utmost. Beside her was a young girl with a .high, fluffy pompadour who was busily engaged chewing gum when not commenting to her mother upon things in general. At one end of the car, two Commercial Travelers were volubly talking politics; in front of the Haughtv-Lady was a small man wearing huge gold rimmed spectacles which gave the impression that the man would have escaped one's notice entirely had it not been for these. The other passengers were a Shy Young Lady; a Bald-Headed gentleman with whiskers; a dapper young Frenchman who could not make the porter understand what he wished to have him do; a woman with a little boy who asked innumerable questions and a College Girl. The trip from New York to Chicago was uneventful only that, as always after the first few hours of traveling with strangers, everyone began to wonder where everyone else was going and the women began to make slight advances toward conversation. For what i6 harder for a woman than to be in company of other women and not talk? By the time the train reached Omaha, everybody knew that the Lady-in-the-Black-Silk-Dress and the Girl-with-the-Pompadour were going to California to spend the winter with the former's brother who had, to use her own pihrase, “struck it rich in the oil-fields” and who had sent them the money to come. The Mother confided to the College Girl that her brother had said to be sure and travel in a Pullman, and as they had never ridden in one before, they were having “more fun than a circus.” The Girl-with-the-Pompadour also remarked that she would “just love to marry a train official” so that she could travel all the time. The College Girl had made several attempts at conversation with the Shy-Young-Lady while the Haughty-Lady with the Furs had unbent enough to say that she considered the train service unbearable and termed the porter most unobliging. The gentleman with spectacles entered into a political discussion with ike rra eling men, and the Bald-Headed-Man whiled away the time playing solitaire. Only the Young Frenchman remained an unknown quantity as his English vocabulary was too limited to permit of much talking. So, by the time Omaha was reached the passengers had advanced to that state of friendship peculiar to train associations, and here a diversion was caused. The porter, carrying a iheavy bag. came briskly down the aisle followed by a tall woman. The newcomer was dressed in a plain tailored suit and hat, and possessed a business-like manner that caused all of the occupants of the car to take a sudden interest in her. r THE TATTLER “Suffragette,” said one traveling man to the other with a nod towards her. The woman heard and turned to stare at the man. Of course, 1 m a Suffragette,” she remarked, “what woman with brains isn’t?” Here was a diversion indeed and one that was most promising. “A Suffragette, my dear child,” answered the lady in question, “is a woman who dares to stand up for her rights.” She was evidently one of those Suffragettes that are usually termed “militant” and she seemed to. think that here was a place to expound her doctrines for she immediately turned to the Stout-Lady-in-Black and said, I am Miss Annabel Smith, secretary of the Nebraska State Suffrage Society. Are you, too, Madam, working for t.'he Suffragette Cause? The Stout Lady started and stammered that about the only thing sire had ever done for the aid of the suffering was to help raise money for the Foreign Missionary Society of Harpersburg, X. Y., her home town, to send to the suffering heathen in Africa. “Indeed,” said Miss Smith, in an icy tone and was about to make a sarcastic reply when the Girl-with-the-Pompadour exclaimed, “Oh, Ma, my goodness, there’s thirteen people in this car. Miss Smith makes the thirteenth. Oh, dear, something’s sure to happen, there always does when there’s thirteen anywhere. Don't you remember how they was thirteen at Uncle Henry Perkins’ birthday dinner and how Cousin Millie Ames was took sick and died right after?” Miss Smith shifted her gaze from mother to daughter and remarked, “Superstition is the child of Ignorance; for anyone to be superstitious in this day and age of intelligence, equality and progressiveness is a mark of positive ignorance. 1 should think you’d be ashamed of yourself, a great big girl like you to believe in such nonsense. I have some pamphlets relating to the Cause that 1 shall ask you to be good enough to read.” These were her first victims and by the time that the train was winding through the Rockies the next day, she had crushed in some similar manner each or her fellow-travelers. The porter had been reduced to a state of fear and trembling when she was heard to remark that she always carried a loaded revolver in her hand-bag as one never could tell when one might need it. Every occupant of the car had been provided with Suffragette literature, and all, the porter included, were reading these papers thrust upon them by the zealous Miss Smith; for, under the steely glances of iher sharp eyes, no one dared to refuse to read what she provided. Indeed, the ear had developed into a sort of monarchy with Miss Smith the relentless queen. She talked incessantly with one or another and everyone had been forced to acknowledge allegiance to the Cause in order to keep peace. The next morning Miss Smith was the first to appear in the dining-car, the others allowing her to go in alone while they gained fresh resources for the day’s lectures that were sure to come. The lady, however, dallied over her breakfast and all were devoutly wishing that she would return so that they could at least eat one meal in silence when the train jolted to a sudden stop and loud cries and the sound of men running came to the ears of the travelers. The porter, quaking C. J. PHEW, The Florist, State St. l’hone 7 with fear and rolling his eyes in terror dashed into the car and collapsed in a trembling heap in the aisle. “Train-robbers,” he moaned, “the train's held up! Oh, L ordy Massy we’ll be killed, -we’11 all be killed. Help, oh—” The Maneval was the last car on the train and at this very moment three armed and masked men climbed onto the platform and pushed their way through the door. The passengers shrunk back in their seats paralyzed with fear and two of the robbers proceeded to divest them of all jewelry and money wihile the other made resistance impossible by his two extended six-shooters—when suddenly— There was a pistol shot and “Hands up,” cried a voice at the other end of the car and everyone turned to face Miss Smith with her revolver. “Drop those guns,” demanded she, and the men obeyed. “Put down that bag,” she ordered, pointing to the bag of plunder. “Now, I’ll give you just three seconds to get off this car”—the pistol snapped again and she reached for one of the big six-shooters. The man backed toward the dor and just as they were climbing down the steps, Miss Smith thrust a package of her pamphlets into one man s hands. “Read those,” she ordered, “and brace up and be men.” This was followed by a report of the six-shooter fired at the heels of the escaping bandits. Miss Annabel Smith, secretary of the Nebraska State Suffrage Society, turned back into the car and cast disdainful glances at the men. “There are some people,” she remarked, “who still are narrow-minded enough to think that a woman is not a man’s equal.” CORNELIA L. CURTISS. ’13. THE IDEAL OF HIS DREAMS. It was a sigh of content that Jack Wayne heaved as he closed the account books of “The Electric Factory,” for the last time, before leaving for a two weeks’ vacation. It had been a long time since Jack had had time that he could call his own, and, indeed he intended to take advantage of it to the uttermost. Where he would go or what he would do after he got there, were the first things to confront Jack after leaving the office. Upon reaching home, he found a letter bearing the seal of some town in Wisconsin, and upon opening it he found it was from a cousin, who was spending the summer there, and who advised him to take a trip if be could spare the time, and stop off at Hollendale for a week or so. He also informed him that it was a beautiful little summer resort situated thirty miles from Wisconsin’s capital, Madison. Now, “the girls,” attracted Jack Wayne’s attention a great share of his time, and although he required the girl to be,—good looking—well-bred—unique—gentle, and above all a good grammarian, he usually was fortunate in having at least one girl for whom he was willing to go into all depths of humiliation for the sake of becoming better acquainted. It so happened that Jack knew nearly every girl in his home town and s THE TATTLER being convinced that each and everyone was far from his ideal, 'he was only too glad to be allowed the pleasure of making himself known to some girls of “The Elite,” for Jack thought that all girls spending the summer at a summer resort like Hollendale would be especially tine. By the next morning Jack ihad everything in perfect condition for traveling, and after sending a telegram to his cousin, stepped into a “sleeper,” which would carry him to Chicago. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to him during his stay on the train. Arriving at Chicago he easily found the Illinois Central railroad station and after purchasing a few of the late magazines boarded a train on which be wa3 to complete the last ninety miles of his journey. Looking around he noticed immediately that the car contained many people and that at the extreme end of the car a girl sat languidly munching chocolates, while she watched the passing scenery through the smoke.! window. How he wished that he had taken a seat at that end of the car! But as all the seats were now occupied he determined to make the best of it. How iher eyes impressed him! How tastily was she dressed! How appealing iher manner seemed! If fortune would only favor him by having her leave the car also at Hollendale! For once Fortune was friendly, and so Jack decided an interesting time was in store for him, for snub him she could, but meet her, he would.” His cousin met him at the depot, but when Jack inquired from him who the girl was—he answered, lotal stranger. How did you enjoy the trip?” A week passed, and each day Jack caught a glimpse of the girl, but his luck seemed against him, for in no way could he learn her name. One day while walking along one of the main streets, he noticed h s friend of the train, just stepping into a limousine, but before he could say a w'ord, the chauffeur had slammed the door shut, and the car moved silently off. Just then he stepped upon something, and looking down found a small gold mesh bag—set with all colors of clear rich stones. He looked about—and seeing that no one had noticed him he hastily slipped the bag into one of the pockets or his ulster for he was quite sure the bag belonged to the girl. When he reached the home of his cousin he immeliately went to his room and, closing the door, proceeded to go through the contents of the bag—hoping to come across something whioh would throw light upon her name. What? rouge—pencil for eyebrows—book of powder leaves_horrors!—Oh! well, if these were what made her so beautiful, he didn’t blame her. At last he found a card upon which he found written in a scrawdy ihand, “Miss Rose Cameron.” In one corner of the carl an address was written, so donning a white serge suit—putting on his dancing pumps and selecting his English derby, he proceeded to hunt up the said address in hopes that it would be the home of his late charmer. After a careful search he found the address, and his ring was answered by a petite maid, who took his card and returning to him said that Miss Cameron would be down directly. It so happened that there was another person also waiting for Miss Rose and as the fellow was a frien l of his cousin’s, Jack had become acquainted with him recently. So the two entered upon an interesting conversation and before Miss Rose made her appearance the fellow had promised Jack he would introduce him to her. When ehe entered the door Jack thought of all girls, she was the one C. J. FliEW, The Florist, State St. Phone 9 for him, so imagine his discomfiture when she said, “I’m sure glad to meet you, come across—shake hands and we are friends forever.” He was anything but impressed by the greeting, but he thought that perhaps that was the way one of her standing greeted you—so that you would feel at home. Before leaving Jack had promised her, that he would come the next afternoon and play her a few sets of tennis as she had remarked, that of all things, she sure was wild about tennis. On the vay home Jack realized that he had not been thanked for returning the mesh bag—but then perhaps she—well, yes, she probably did forget—anyway he knew she was glad to get it back. Promptly at two the next afternoon Mr. Jack Wayne, Jr., stepped to the door of Miss Cameron’s home and as Miss Cameron answered the t’ng herself they immediately left for the tennis court. As the court was strange to him she decided that she had better serve first. “Are you ready? Well, I sure got you that time. Again? That was a sticker. Take it from me—I'm some player and it rwill take more than you, Jackie, dear, to show me the game of tennis. Come across—that one was in a mile—no off grounds about that. Well, deuce it then, if you will. What you givin’ us? vour ad? Well, not by a long shot—Whee! You’re stung! Shall we play more? No! All right, just as you say, not as I care,” and she started to. sing in a stagy voice, “Be my little baby Bumble Bee, Buzz around, Buzz around.” Jack had not yet despaired for he thought that good tennis players perhaps talked that way during the game, but uipon reaching the porch she started in again, “By the way, Bo—where did you find my money cart? Right where I hopped into the Taxi, eh? Just what I told Jimmy, me chauffeur. ’Tvvas sure fine in you to bring it to me. I’m glad ! met you—Coming to play tennis tomorrow? Going away? I’ve got you—You'll write me won’t you? Come off—none of that! Sure you’ve got the time and two cents for a stamp once in a while won’t wreck your salary. Oh! I get you all right. Be good—give my love to your mother and little sister, and if you ever hit the burg again give me a lift, and I’ll show you the ins and outs of tennis.” Jack was a disappointed fellow when he reached his room. After hurriedly packing his suit case—and writing a note for his cousin, which he left with the valet, he departed for his home town. As soon as he arrived home, he went to see his friend Betty Durmand. Strangely enough, she seemed good enough for him, even if she did say once in a while— “Ain’t that just too grand?” Some time later—while engaged in reading the newspaper in his new home, he came across an article that read like this: Something Fine. The act at tihe Republic this week is especially good. Miss Rose Cameron is fine in her Bowery Act. You can’t afford to miss this. It’s a treat. At last, Jack Wayne understood. BY RUTH DORMAN, ’14. Prof. Smith asked one of his Bookkeeping pupils to please put away a toy with which he was playing because, he said, “I have to run a nursery at home and I don’t want to have one here, too.” 10 THE TATTLER [Dedicated to “Ye Seniors When you’re “Tagged out,’’ do rhyme Tho’ts bedraggled every time, Consequence resulting When you waken, be awake, And a dip of winter take, Happiness consulting. When disheartened, never cry, Lavender, if left to lie Sweetens things above it. In the morning shy and sweet. Hope and 'heart each other greet. Murmuring, “we love it!” There’s the time to weave a rhyme, Ford the stream, With the strength to do it. Common tasks of every day Gleam with iridescent ray If we only knew it. “Quoth the raven, nevermore!” Perched above Poe Edgar’s door. On that “midnight dreary”— It was black and lean and lank. Took no stock in Sunny bank, He was “worn and weary.” of C. H. S. and 'presented to the Merry “Tattler.”] not When bedraggled, dry your wit, Then, in restful silence sit With the larger poet, Catch t'he laughter o! “the brook, You can hear it thru his book, And your heart will know it. Leave your lavender to lie Over night, to calmly die As the twilight shadows. With the morrow, be awake. And a course in music take From the birds and meadows. Birds astir to fill and trill, and blush upon the hill. And a song within you. This, the hour to be awake, Give your pose a gentle shake. Sing, “for all that’s in you!” Serious Seniors, juvenate! Early talent consecrate To the best endeavor. Rhyme it, when you feel a thrill Of the pleasure that can fill Hearts with hope forever! RHYMING WITH THE MORNING. � � the mountain climb, Hush Sit with Longfellow awhile. Let the others cast a smile. Find the worth of Cowper On the “Sofa” rest your bones— Give your fears to David Jones On an early “sleeper.” ELIZABETH S. BROWN, Jan. 31, 1913. Gl'ILTY CONSCIENCES. Recently, an awful crime was perpetrated in our midst. Two of our number were commanded to stay for forty minutes, and thereby hangs the tale. The culprits escaped. But—their consciences smote them and they were unable to sleep nights. The thought of how they had not done their duty preyed upon their minds, and they believe in the adage chat “Confession is good for the soul,” so they have written the story of the misdeed and hope that by telling it to others, their consciences may be eased. They hotpe that it will be a lesson to others never to shirk when given forty minutes after 3:10 p. m. This is the confession: “It was a few weeks ago that a fearful thing happened to us. We C. .J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone 11 went into a certain class and when we woke up, we discovered that we had both been decreed a term of forty minutes in the pie house. We decided we did not want to stay and tried to find a way out. At last, after thinking so hard that we were nearly exhausted we thought of a way. Going into the prison with sad laces, we sat down and began to study hard. The teacher that had sentenced us to the term of hard labor came in with a list of the convicts who had been sentenced, desiring to make sure they were all there. The names of those who were there were marked off. Now was our chance. Our names had been marked off the list as those who were serving their punishment. We got up, tiptoed out and down stairs without being seen. We then quickly put on our hats and coats and ‘beat it’ for home. “The next day we were rather nervous when we went to class because we knew if we were discovered we would have to serve two nights. But the teacher never said a word.” “The teacher never said a word.” If the teacher had said a word and made them stay two nights, this sad tale would never have been told. The victory was not as sweet as they had anticipated and they continue to live in fear, for if they are fcund out—what direful penalty will fall upon them? CHAPEL SPEAKERS. We have been unusually fortunate in the past few weeks in having several most interesting and entertaining people talk to us in chapel. Mr. H. C. Leavitt, the artist of the famous painting of the Lord’s Supper, which was exhibited in Conneaut, gave a delightfully interesting talk on art and travel, drawing from his own life and experiences. Another side of life was revealed to us by Mr. Yamamoto, a Japanese student w:ho has spent a number of years in America and who expects to return to Japan to teach his countrymen American ways. Mrs. Katherine Gebhardt, state superintendent of instruction of temperance in schools, spoke to the High School about the temperance question in its different phases. Mrs. Gebhardt has a very pleasing personality and her talk was much enjoyed. AN INTERESTING LECTURE. On February 12, Dr. Bancroft gave a very interesting lecture, in the High School Auditorium, on the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, of w’hich he was an eye witness. EXCHANGES. Among the exchanges that we have received are The Rayen Record, Youngstown; Scimitar, Austinburg; Wariona. Portage, Wie.; Echo, East Hampton, Mass.; Magnet, Butler, Pa. Miss Hodge to the Virgil Class—“When you descend to the lower regions you will learn the difference between our Hell and the ancients’ Hades.” 1 2 THU TATTLER SCHOOL NEWS THE FOOTBALL BANQUET. The crowning event oi' the football season occurred on the evening of December 14, when the mothers of the Senior members of the 1912 football team— Mesdames J. H. Tobin, H. Leach. W. G. Davis, W. A. Wheeler, A. D. Belding, F. M. Hubbard, J. F. Stone, J. H. Wardwell, R. B. Bu-u'.ianan and E. Huston,—entertained the squad and their guests at a 6.00 o’clock dinner in the High School building. The long table at which covers were laid for thirty-seven was spread in the corridor on the main floor. The Senior colors of yellow and white were carried out in all the appointments. Long streamers of crepe paper formed a canopy over the table which was lit with yellow-shaded candelabra, the soft light of these throwing a delicate radiance over the attractively laid table. The place cards were dainty little booklets with a miniature paper football bearing the guest’s name on the cover and containing the guest list and toasts. The banquet was served in four courses with the toasts between. Prof. E. D. Williamson proved himself a clever toastmaster, introducing first, Prof. W. E. Smith, who spoke on “The Appetizer.” The program proceeded as follows: FIRST COURSE. The Manager’s Dream ------ Russell Tobin The Awakening ------- Hugh Buchanan SECOND COURSE The Lime............................................Sagito Leach The Ligiht - -- -- -- -- Helen Marcy The Limelight - -- -- -- -- Ralph Stone THIRD COURSE The Ever-Ready -------- Guv Huston Football and the Man ----- Prof. J. E. Helman 13 C. J. FltEYV, The Florist, State St. Phone FOURTH COURSE Qualification - -- -- -- - James Davis The Finale --------- Mies Kahler At the conclusion of the banquet, the evening was spent in informal diversions and a flash-light picture was taken of the group. The jolly company was profuse in its thanks to the hostesses who provided such a delightful affair. The guest list included James Davis, Hugh Buchanan, Alton Hoare, Corwin Wheeler, Will Hubbard, George Dusenbury, Alva Belding, Sajito Leach, Will Hubbard, Ralph Stone, Guy Huston, Tom Smith, Allan Ward-well, Robert Halliday, Misses June Wardman, Geraldine Rodgers, Mildred Stockton, Deweese Wilcox, Lorena Wright, Marie Andrew's, Veronica Cant-lin, Ruth Powell, Charlotte Cossitt, Dorothy Truesdale, Helen Marcy, Freda Moats, Gertrude Davis, Margaret Irvin, Georgia Klumph, Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Smith, Mr. and Mrs. E. D. Williamson, Miss Louise Kahler, Miss Mida Gilbert and J. E. Helman. SENIOR JOLLIFICATION. Among the many delightful social times of the Senior Class was the party at Lake View Park Hotel on January 11th, the president as well as the others having realized that exams were near at hand and that “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” “The night was cold and damp, and dark and dreary” when eighteen members of the class with Prof, and Mrs. W. L. Davis as chaperons met at the home of Miss Helen Marcy, and from there w'ent on the trolley to the spacious and oft-frequented hotel. Upon arrival the girls quickly prepared a delicious supper, (without much aid from the boys, for they had performed this task the previous time) which was greatly enjoyed by all. After the feast, the remainder of the evening was spent in music and dancing for Mr. and Mrs. Banning kindly loaned their organ for the occasion. Here some of the mose skilled members furnished an orchestra w'hile the others “Tripped the light fantastic.” At a late hour the Seniors returned home, pronouncing the party one of the best thus far, and with the thought firmly established in their minds that Mr. and Mrs. Davis are efficient chaperons. ALL ON A WINTER’S EVENING. Wasn’t it perfectly natural that the Seniors should want to celebrate after the mid-year exams w-ere over? Of course. Well, celebrate they did. Eighteen loyal ’13ers wit h Pro0, and Mrs. Davis met at Helen Marcy’s on the evening of February 1 and went from there via the famous everpresent (?) street car to Lake View' Park Hotel. That is, they went as far as the car went and then ploughed through the “white and drifted snow” to the Hotel. Here everything w'as warm and cheery and the boys began to prepare the supper for the boys furnished the “eats” that evening, but strange to say, they permitted the girls to help them prepare it. No doubt, they remembered how' long it had taken them, without feminine aid, the last time. After the spread, various musicians of the class manipulated the 14 THK TATTLKR organ, playing “Beautiful Lady while Mr. Davis was taught to waltz. One of the most enjoyable stunts, aside from Hughie’s famous diving act which he persists in exhibiting, was the mock commencement when June, as mistress of ceremonies, distinguished herself with her eloquent speeches. While waiting for the returning car, some of the “kids” visited Candy-land where Frances and Cornelia played the penny slot machine and each won a package of gum. Just think of it, Seniors gambling! Not wanting to miss anything, tihe merrymakers looked in on a Hungarian dance which was in full swing in one of the Day street buildings and enjoyed the unusual spectacle to the utmost, until the car arrived. The evening’s fun was pronounced “simply great. THK .JUNIOR CLASS. The Junior Parties of the class of nineteen fourteen have been few and far between, but each one of the few has proven a huge success. Putting it mildly the Juniors felt bad, when the careful planning of two of their meetings came to naught. Saturday, February first, the Juniors were to have attended a social given at the Grange Hall on Daniels Avenue, but on account of the heavy snow fall they were forced to give up the party until some later date. The Juniors have made plans for a party for Saturday, February 15th. THK SHOW KK BATHS Since the installation o! shower baths in the boys’ locker, basketball practice has gone on with a vim, and the boys fairly revel in this ne.v institution. The need of these showers has been long felt and the boys owe much to Mr. Williamson through whose untiring efforts and wishes for the betterment of the school, the baths were installed. FOOTBALL TEAM HONORS COACH. Desiring to express their thanks to Mr. HeLman for his aid in coaching the 1912 Football team, the boys of that famous band presented him with a sweater. Hugh Buchanan, captain o: the team, made the presentation speech in chapel on January 7, thanking Mr. Helman for lm aid and encouragement. Mr. Helman then heartily thanked the boys, telling them that it was through their steady perseverance that their victories were won. The sweater is a heavy white one bearing a large blue “C on it. THK OLD HOMKSTKAI). “The Old Homestead which was produced in the C. H. S. auditorium on the evening of February 6 and 7, the proceeds of which will go for athletic equipment for the school, was, perhaps, the most successful home talent play ever produced in the city. The parts were fittingly assigned and each and every actor carried out his role to perfection. The house was crowded both nights and the promoters of the play feel amply repaid for their efforts. Heath’s seven piece orchestra furnished a delightful program throughout the evening. ('.J. FREW, Tlio Florist, State St. Phone 15 THE TATTLER Published five times a year by the literary societies of Conneaut High School. VOL. ii. NUMBER IK EDITORIAL EDITORIAL STAFF. Editor-in-Chief Cornelia Curtis Associate Editor Charlotte Cossut Business Manager Mildred Allen Athletic Editor...........................................0rri3 Ilarber Exchange Editor Jessie Benjamin Humorous Editor ------- Cornelia (uitiss CLASS REPORTERS. Senior Junior Sophomore - Freshman Illustrator Circulation Staff Advertising Staff Majrie Andrews - Ruth Dorman Jessie Hall Amel Hotchkiss Charlotte Cossitt Mildred Dusenbury Winnie Hill Margaret Irvin Leroy Hause George Dusenbury I ee Brebner NOTE. The Editorial Staff wishes to express its thanks to Miss Mildred Allen who so kindly arranged the material preparatory to the printing of this number. 16 THE TATTLER BE ENTHUSIASTIC. Enthusiasm is an element of accomplishment. For what can be realized unless one’s mind and desire are in the work? The half-hearted person never succeeds. How often we hear the complaint of some poor self-pitying member of our ihigh school, Oh, dear, we’ve got the awfullest lessons for tomorrow. I know I never can get them.” The pessimist who always borrows trouble never gets anywhere. A good example of what enthusiasm will do is seen in the recent success of the play given for the High School Gym. Those who were so ardent over its production inspired others with their enthusiasm and the result was—success. Wouldn't it be splendid if all the members of (J. H. S. would be so enthused over the interests that should be common to all—but which, alas, are not—that they would help to ‘‘push things?” For instance, the basketball team is playing some of the best games in the history of C. H. S. but, we always see the same ones at the games. Aren’t you who don’t go interested in the sports of our school? It may seem incredible to seme but there are those in C. H. S. who don’t ever buy a Tattler. We often wonder if they have no interest in school affairs. C. H. S. is a little world in itself and what better preparation can you possibly have for promoting the “big things” which we all plan for some day, than to further the efforts of this glorious old school? Just get into the spirit of enthusiasm for everyday things and you will enjoy life ten times more. WHY THE WHY? Hid Jou e ei stop to think ho Af many times in the course of a week you needlessly use the word “why?” It seems that why is one of the most popular words in our vocabularies. Just notice anyone wfho is beginning to recite. His first word is invariably “why” or “wiby-a, it said, etc.” (‘‘It” referring to the text book.) Think it over. You imagine that you don’t say it but we venture to predict that the next time you are called upon, you will find yourself, unconsciously, introducing your recitation with our old friend “why.” TO OUR SUBSCRIBERS. We take this opportunity for thanking our advertisers for their liberal support, of our paper and we urge that the members of the High School patronize the firms who patronize us. The class of ’87 of the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, N Y has presented it with a new gymnasium at a cost of $150,000. The gymnasium has been built and is now in use. It contains a swimming pool 30 feet by 75 feet in size, bowling alleys, rooms for inside baseball, basketball, boxing, wrestling, a squash court and the main gymnasium for general athletic exercise. The building is equipped throughout with the most approved modern apparatus. It is built of Harvard brick with limestone trmmings and is fire proof throughout. C. J. FKEW, The Florist, State St. Phone 17 Athletics BASKETBALL SEASON F V YEAR’S OPENING GAME. The basketball five of old C. H. S. opened the season of 1913 at the .high school gym New Year’s evening by taking the fast Ex-High team into camp, in a close game by 25 to 16 score. 1 he high was a little weak in basket shooting, but their team work was good. The first half opened with the high school getting a foul in the first few seconds. Stone followed this by another and then Childs scored a field goal for the Ex-Highs. From this on the game was about a tie until the close of the first half when Leach caged the three in a row, giving the high school the lead, 16 to It). The game was rough and fast, as all the high and ex-high games ore. The large number of fouls called seemed to slow up the game. Nine points were made during the last half. Stone made a good showing in foul shooting by putting six out of nine tries in the basket. It was seen that Stone and Leach were the stars of the game. Pearce, Good an 1 Childs, t)he stars for the ex-highs. Dunn kept close to the instructions given in passing the ball. Evans had a little hard luck in basket shooting. Stines, when put in guard, kept his man covered well and showed good head work. Dawley also showed well at guard. High School. Ex-Highs. N. Dunn R. F L. F Childs Pearce . . . R. G Dawley L. G Neil Goals from field—Dunn 2, Stone 2, Leach 4, Childs, Good, Smith, Laughlin. Goals from foul—Stone 6, Leach, Childs 3, Pearce 4. Referee and umpire, alternating—Hawke and Olson. 1 imekeeper Smith. H. S. VS. HARBOR HI. The C. H. S. basketball team boarded the 5:30 car for Harbor and came back with the best end of the game by a score of 30 to 17. Rut the IS THE TATTLER girls did not have the good luck that the boys did, being defeated by the score of 2 4-5. The game between the boys was fast and close to the end, but the steady drive of team-work and basket shooting of C. H. S. gave them the game. Stone showed up well at center, while Leach was the point getter. Tommy played well at forward and Dunn showed up well in his passing. It was hard to tell just who the stars were, in the girls’ game, but the star of the game, on the Harbor team, was Miss Dibell, who dropped the ball in the basket seven times. Smith....................R. F................ Horton Dunn.....................L. F................ Poad Stone.....................C................. Burrels Dawley...................R. G.............. Driscoll Leach....................L. G................. Olson Baskets—Smith 2, Stone 3, Leach 8, Poad, Horton, Burrels 2. Fouls —Stone 3, Leach 1, Burrels 9. COXNEAl'T VS. JEFFERSON. The game between Conneaut and Jefferson high schools was fast, close and exciting. Conneaut, handicapped by the smallness of the Jeff lloor. found it hard to play basketball at all, but did manage to beat Jeff by a small margin. The five could not get into their usual stride and did not showr half the basketball they were capable o,f 'producing. The two teams would keep neck and neck all through the game. The score at the end of the first half was 13-9 in favor of Jeff. After having a good look at things, Conneaut decided that it would not do to have the Jeff five beat them, so the second half found Conneaut in a different attitude toward winning and it was not long before they had the lea-4, in the last two minutes of play Jeff took the lead away from Conneaut. A mistake of the score keepers made the score 17-17 and one minute to play. Jeff threw a basket and time was up, the crowd thought the game was over and that Jeff had won. but on comparing notes the scorers decided that the score stood 19-19 an l the players were called back to play off the tie, which was fought for desperately. Referee Calloway called a double foul. Stone dropped his in but Jeff missed. It takes two points to play off a tie, and little Tommy Smith was the fortunate fellow to get the winning basket for Conneaut. It wras hard to tell the stars of the game on Conneaut’s five for team work was impossible. But, however, Leach and Smith made some pretty good shots. For Jeff, Topper was easily the star, getting several pretty shots from the midle of the floor. . Conneaut—22. Jefferson—19. Leach R. F Dunn-Smith 1.. F C. Topper Stone C Dawlev . . . . L. G Spafford Evans R. G Baskets—Smith 3, Leach 2, Stone 2, Ilawdey 1. Baskets—C. Topper 2, Stump 2, S. Topper 1. Fouls—Stone 5, Leach 1. Fouls—Topper 7. ■ 4 C. J. FKKW, The Florist, State St. Phone 19 GIRLS’ GAME—(OWKAl'T VS. JEFFERSON. The basketball game between the girls at Jeff was rough and fast, for they played by the boys' rules. The Conneaut girls heat the Jeff girls by a score of 18 to 8, which was very good according to the floor they had tc play on. Miss Stines was the point getter for the Conneaut girls while Miss Wilson was the point getter for Jeff. C. H. S. J. H. S. Stines.................L. F................. Hewitt Kepple.................R- F.................Wilson Armstrong...............C.................... Peck Sanford................L. G................. Monroe Davis..................R. G................. Burke Baskets—Stines 4, Armstrong 2, Kepple 1. Baskets-—Wilson 1, Peck 1. Fouls—Stines 3. Fouls—Wilson 4. ’. H. S. VS. (i. H. S. The Geneva and Conneaut high school basketball game, played on the gym floor, was a regular whirlwind. Geneva high school hung it on the high school by a close score of 20-18. The game started off with a rush and there was no let up. It was nearly five minutes before there was a basket caged, and this was rung by a Geneva fellow on a foul. Stone goth the first basket for the high school on a oul. Geneva managed to get 9 points to Conneaut’s 3 before the first half was up. The second half started with a different opinion on the high school five. Every man w-as in the game until the close. The cheering caused by the spectators, and the speed of the five began to knock Geneva’s teamwork to pieces. Just as the game was going at a fast rate, Stone tried to play basketball with his nose and was forced to retreat for a few minutes. Conneaut was then in the lead five points. When the game started again. Gentva had pulled themselves together, and they went into the game with the intention of winning, which Conneaut did also, but could not hit their usual stride. The time soon flew and the scores were close together. Just before the close, Geneva caged a basket or two, putting them in the lead 20-1S, giving them a hard earned game. Dawley put up the best game for Conneaut, while Chapman and McCall starred for the visitors. Conneaut. Geneva. Dunn-Smith R. F Leach 1.. F McCall Stone Dawley R. G Evans L. G Baskets—Leach, Stone 3, Dawley 2, Martin 2, Chapman 3, McCall 2, Martin, Smith. Goals from foul—Stone 2, McCall 4. Timekeeper—Smith. Referee—Phelps of Ashtabula. A. H. S. VS. C. H. S. C. H. S. basketball team showed the class to which they belonged by overwhelming Ashtabula high school on the C. H. S. gym floor by a score 4 2-7. 20 THE TATTLER Never before, since the high school gym has been opened, has a five held their rivals from scoring from the field. The seven points that Ashtabula made were gotten on fouls. Savage being the man to get these out of ten tries. The guarding of C. H. S. was so excellent that the visitors couldn’t get a close range shot at the basket to save their lives. The passing was so last and accurate that C. H. S. just played rings around Ashtabula. It was hard to tell who the stars for the locals were because every man put up such an excellent game that even Coach Smith had to look the second time to find any very bad fault. If some man did happen to do something uncreditable, he would quickly smooth it over by some other excellent play. All the men played together and each made his part a link in the chain of other parts. Dawley and Tommy probably put up the best game that they have played this season. Childs did wrell for his first game, while Leach and Stone, the old faithfuls, put up their usual star games. For Ashtabula. Savage was the individual star, getting all of the points for A. H. S. Conneaut—42. Ashtabula—7. Smith Childs Stone Leach Dawley Goals from field—Smith 7. Dawley 6, Stone 5, Leach 2. Goals from foul—Savage 7, Stone, Leach. CAN YOU IMAGINE Myra Griffey not asking questions? Mr. Henry with a “head of hair? Why Deweese’s favorite color is red? How it would seem always to have the auditorium warm enough for chapel? Miss Kahler saying “For the love of Mike? Harriet Stoke not dreaming? Oakley Graham wdth a red neck-tie? Miss Hodge chewing gum? Allen Wardwell not blushing? Jimmy Davis being able to spell? Mr. Helman minus perfume? How it would be if our Physics teac her didn’t say, “This piece of equipment is out of order.” Mildred Allen refusing to recite? Hal Tyler and Ralph Stone wearing each other’s clothes? Winnie Hill not worrying? Mr. Alva Belding will begin a series of lectures early in March on the subject, How to Choose Your High School Course.” Mr. Belding is well equipped to speak on this subject as he has, during his eight year course at C. H. S., taken nearly every subject in the curriculum and can give points upon all of them. C. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone 21 Miss Leet to Frank Risley—“Can you add apples and pears? Frank—“Sure!” Miss Leet—“How?” Frank—“Kat 'em!” Allen to M. I.—“Do you know what it is that I like about you best? Margaret—“No. what?” Allen—“My arm.” Mr. Helman to Hause—“If I walk minus fourteen miles toward Ashtabula. where would I be?” Hause—“Girard.” Absence makes the mark grow rounder. Mr Helman (in Geometry)—“If a boy dropped a stone from a window into a bucket, -what would be the locus of all windows where that boy could stand to drop the stone?” Myra Stanley (wisely)—“The perpendicular bisector of the bucket. George Sawtelle (in Zoology)—“The rabbit picks the feathers from its breast with its beak to line its nest. He____ •! can-t make up my mind whether to go in for painting or poetry. She___“Well, if 1 might advise you; painting.” j-le__“You’ve seen some of my painting then? She___“No. but I’ve heard some of your poems. We wish to thank the janitor for so kindly sweeping paths. 22 THE TATTLER Mr. Helman to Irvin—“Can you add seven cows, three sheep and seven hogs?” Dean Irvin—“Yes.” Mr. H.—“What would the result be; beef?” Irvin—“No, bologna!” E. Stines (German 4)—“An unheard of mass of men drew up the street with a gathering string?” How C. H. S. teachers look upon us: Freshmen with expectation. Sophomores with indignation. Juniors with objurgation. Seniors with admiration. 'Tis better to have bluffed and failed. Than never to have tried at all. Example of Sophomore sight translation: “Passus sum jam—” Pass us some jam.—Ex. Poor little Carlyle! Have you heard about it? No? Why, the poor child was brutally insulted by Mr. Smith the other day. This is how it happened. Carlyle wasn’t doing a thing at the time, which of course, was most unusual, when Mr. Smith walked up to him and remarked that he, Carlyle, reminded him of a bushleaguer. Now if you don’t know what a bushleaguer is, ask some one. Well, of course, Carlyle asked why and Mr. Smith said because, like a bushleaguer who enters the league with volumes of newspaper praise behind him and then falls to obscurity, Carlyle ihad entered C. H. S. with a good record from the grades and now he couldn’t do a thing. There, now isn’t that perfectly awful? Wouldn’t you think Mr. Smith, a great big man like he is, would be ashamed of himself for attacking a litle innocent, cherubic lad like Carlyle? Carlyle, if we were in your place we wouldn’t let the matter drop there, we’d just challenge Mr. Smith to a snow-ball fight and settle it with blood. SPARKS FROM SHARKS. Harry Porter—“I don’t know what one of ’em are.” Helen Marcy—“Bunyan. he worked at this for awhile.” Carroll (translating German)—“Not before this had Hans saw—” Chas. Kaiser:—“And so you have two sides and the included angle of one equal respectfully to two sides and the included angle of the other.” Winfield (translating German)—“Professor Roentgen constructed us about the X-Rays.” (instructed). Mildred Capron—“Dionysius was the goddess of wine.” Marie A.—:“I don’t know what I’m talking about.” Charlotte C.—“The Thames River is in Germany.” Jite—“One hundred kilograms equals eighty miles.” Hazel Risley—“Phosphorus is used principally in matchmaking.” ( ,|. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone 23 Teacher—Define “pillory.” Bright Freshman—“It’s another name for a drug store.” Mr. Helman—“Do you understand that proposition, Nathan?” Nat Howard—“No.” Mr. H.—“Why not? Were you paying attention?” Nat Howard—“No. I was performing a surgical operation on my nose.” CLASSIFIED ADS. FOUND—One perfectly good chamois skin in the corridor outside room 7. Owner may have the same by proving property and paying for this ad. WANTED—To know if the president runs the Senior class. Freshman. WANTED—Position as social secretary to reliable party. Am perfectly competent to write letters as I have devoted all of my leisure time to this in the last year. Jessie Rankin. WANTED—The public to know that 1 have taken up manicuring as a profession and solicit a share of your patronage. C. S. A right. WANTED—16 units apiece—Seniors. MIL INKWELL’S DEPARTMENT. [NOTE: Mr. Inkwell wishes to state that correspondents desiring a confidential reply to questions, must enclose a stamped self-addressed en-' elope and a check for $5 with their letters, and answers will be sent by return mail.] I have had a number of letters in the last few weeks trom aspirants for success in the social world, asking me to tell them the proper course to pursue while at a fashionable dinner. I am taking this opportunity to give a few simple directions which, if followed closely, will insure you a place far removed from the social status of the average person. I. Always put your napkin in your collar. II. Begin to eat as soon as your plate is passed you for oy so doing you will be ready for another helping by the time the others are served. HI. if your coffee is too hot, gargle it in your throat unitl it is cool enough to swallow. IV. If a fish bone sticks in your throat cough loudly and try to get it out with your fork. V. If you spill anything on the table-cloth, quickly place a piece of bread over the spot. This will enable you to make a safe retreat. VI. If lettuce is served; do not cut it. Learn to balance a whole leaf on your knife and transfer it to your mouth. 21 THE TATTLER ANSWERED BY MR. INKWELL. Q. What can I do to gain avoirdupois? R. H. B. A. Jump off the flag staff of the city ihall and you will come down “plump.” Q. 1 have red hair and 'freckles; would you call me handsome? H. Philley. A. Yes, but who in thunder would believe it? Q. Is it proper to walk on the inside or outside of a lady? S. J. L. and W. W. D. A. It is most convenient to walk out the outside, but even then you shouldn’t have spikes in your s'hoes. Q. How can I get a perfect figure? C. B. L. A. Cut one off the calendar. Q. I am having trouble to make my Latin classes take an interest in prose. What shall I do? Perplexed. A. Drop the prose. Q. Am a young man with orange colored hair. What colors should 1 wear to suit my style of beauty best? R. A. T. A. Green will best carry out the carrot effect. Q. I am a hard-working youth who is going with a girl who lives in the suburbs just beyond the city limits. As it is, I have to pay ten cents carfare whenever I take her any iplace. Would it be all right if I asked her to walk to the five cent limit, especially on moonlight nights? “S. O. S.” A. No; call a taxi. Q. I am a middle aged man. My hair is rapidly falling out. Please print a reliable hair tonic. V. R. H. A. 2%. oz. corrosive sublimate, 2 Ms oz. carbolic acid, 2% oz. nitrate of silver, % oz. hydrogen sulphide. A few drops of your favorite perfume may be added if desired. Apply the tonic night and morning and, no doubt, a change will be noticed at the end of two weeks. Q. Please print a recipe for a refreshing beverage, one that would be all right to serve on Sunday evenings when I often have company from a distant city. June. A. A delicious little drink may be made by combining two parts of hydrogen with one of ogygen. HERRICK’S JEWELRY STORE THE HIGHEST QUALITY GOODS AT LOWEST POSSIBLE PRICES. For Merchandise you can depend on a Square Deal if you buy of K. L. MATSON, Jeweler If you buy from us it will be right. If it is not we will make it right. FELDSTEIN WHERE GOOD CLOTHES COME FROM. R. S. WORK AUTISTIC PHOTOGRAPHS, PICTURE FRAMING, AMATEUR FURNISHINGS ANI) SUPPLIES THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN TO EAT Soottie’s Dining Parlor Open Night and Day, Corner Main and Harbor. LOOMIS AL OL1XGER, EAST OOXNEAUT, Dealers in Flour, Mill and Dairy Feeds of all kinds. Poultry Supplies, Hay and Straw. Fiesh Ground Graham a Specialty. Phones 1HK1 and 1400. When You Are Looking for Something Good to Eat, Do Not Forget to ('all Up DEVORE BROTHERS 304 HARBOR ST. WALK-OYER Shoes for Men LA FRANCE Shoes for Women At E. C. THAYER’S Home of the Walk-Over Shoes. The High School Boys are rapidly learning that the place to procure the nifty things in wearing apparel is at The Million Dollar Insurance Agency. WALTER S. ABBOTT, General Insurance Agent. Heal Estate, Bonds, Mortgages. General Manager, CONNEAUT OHIO Offices, Suite 104, The Citizen’s Agency Co. Shaffmaster Building. SIG J. F. HAHN Pharmacist 245 Main St. CONNEAUT, OHIO Cut the Cost of Your Shoe Bill by Trading at BROWNELL’S Gun Metal, Tan and Patent Shown in Men’s and Indies' for $1.98, $2.48, $2.98. r a ATinr n n A. B. CRITTENDEN. FOOTWEAR We have never shown a patron such a fine assortment of choice Footwear as we greet them with this season. Notary Public. Collection, Insurance and Pension Claim Agent. Conneaut, Ohio. DR. J. F. TUFTS. Optometrist and Optician. We’ve Street t Dress Boots TIES. SLIPPERS. OXFORDS. PUMPS. Every detail of leather, style and skilled shoemaking has been directed towards producing the Best Footwear it is possible to make. Over Hahn’s Ding Store. Phone 1810. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute % SCHOOL of Y ENGINEERING Civil, Mechanical, Electrical Send for a Catalogue. TROY, N. Y, CHAS. MARCY, HATCH, The Shoe Man 289 Liberty St. MERRICK’S ICE CREAM If You Want Any Kind Of FANCY FRUIT OR MIXED NUTS For Quality. of all kinds, drop in and see FRANK ,J. PAPPAS. CDNXEAUT DRUG CO. K. M. SPRAGUE, Electric Station. Confectionery, Tobacco, Cigars and News Stand. BOYCE. 1)11. T. J. THOMAS. DU-DROP-IN. Dentist. Billiards and Pool. PRICE RICHARDS DK. F. G. KELLEY. | Exclusive Millinery. Dentist. I)R. D. C. DAVENNY I H. KERB. Dentist. Dentist. Quinn Block. Hoorn 2. Stanley Block. MRS. S. L. JOHNSON'. CURTISS LINOW, Shampooing. General Insurance. Room 3. Stanley Block. Stanley Block. Phone 1538-X. Phone 1819-X. BARSKY BROS. FOR FIRST-CLASS AUTO LIVERY For First Class Cleaning, , CALL Dyeing and Pressing. CITY GARAGE. 1). S. COSSITT, M. 1 . EDITH I). STANLEY. 299 Sandusky St. Insurance. Phone 1705. 41 Evergreen St. SRig Reductions on Suits and Overcoats There is still an opportunity for you to secure an “Adler Rochester” or Hart Schaffner Marx suit at the price you would have to pay for ordinary makes. It would lx? a wise plan to anticipate your wants, for this opportunity comes hut once a year. Uhe S. Sli. 'Whitney Co. If you only knew how much pleasure a VIC7TOR-VICTROLA would W-ive to every member of the Family you would not put off buying one another day. Come in and let us play some of your favorite music for you. $15.00 to $1200.00. Cash or Payments. H. B. KURTZ, Jeweler and Optician. A Nice Oak Rocker is a very Acceptable Graduation Present provided it is bought of F. D. SAWDEY The Main St. Furniture Dealer. THE Davenport Beds We Sell Are Perfect Beds and Perfect Davenports. There Is no other make like the “Daveno.” The snnonds Bennett go. Home Outfitters. 221 Broad. GROCERIES MEATS Trade at HE ASM AN’S SHOES DRY GOODS ELECTRICITY is the modern force for producing best and quickest results in shoe repairing. We have the best electrical outfit in the city. WEAR-U-WELL STORE, FRED TARLTON, Prop’r. PITCHER GRIFFITH Jewelers MECKLEY’S EIOME BAKERY A SPECIALTY OF FANCY BAKED GOODS. Corner Main and MiU Streets Try Them and Be Convinced. Phone 1868 ORDERS taken for Crocheting and Embroidering, as well as a good line of materials with which to work. Conneaut Art Shop. LOUISE DURKEE Go to The MAIN ST. BAKERY For High Class linking. ERNEST S. WRIGHT, M. D. Residence 253 Harbor Street, Conneaut, Ohio. Office over Conneaut Mutual Loan j Trust Co. Bank. FRED L. HORTON, General Contractor and Ruilder, 425 Liberty St. Now is the time to figure on your work before Spring work begins. DR. C. F. RODGERS. PITCHER YOUNG. Heal Estate and Insurance. Dentist. Room 2, Dorman Block. Phone 1810-J.