Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1914 volume:

You are invited to inspect our showing of Young Men’s Last Minute Style Clothes for Spring 1Q14—Ready Made or Tailor Made— now on display at McGuire £. Stanley’s, Theonly Haberdashery, 207 Broad st. le IE TATTLE 2R VOL. III. FEBRUARY. 1914 NO. 2 Midl° Winter Nm timber CONTENTS EDITORIAL LITERARY ATHLETICS JOKES EXCHANGES PUBLISHED BY THE PHILOMATHEAN AND SMITH SOCIETIES OF CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL THE TATTL VOLUME III. • NUMBER II. BOARD OF PUBLICATION. Alton Hoare, ’14 - - - - - - - Editor-in-Chief Nat R. Howard, '15 - - - Associate Editor and Business Manager Haul Davis, 14 - - - - - - _ Advertising Manager Cornell Fuller, 14 - - - - - _ _ Literary Editor Okley Graham, ’15 ) Carlton Davis, ’16 f....................................Class Reporters Edward Crombie, 14 - - - . . - Exchange Editor Roy Evans, ’1.5.............................................Comic Editor Bob HaIliday, ’14 - - - . . . . Athletic Editor C. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone P2S1 EDITORIALS. Dedication. Speaking for the whole High School, the Editors wish to voice the deep regret general at the resignation of Miss Ruth Barrington, who, for a number of years, has had charge of the Rhetoric and Literature departments of C. H. S. We wish Miss Burrington as successful career where she may go as she has had here at the High School. Every one in the High School has noticed ithe lack of social spirit. Directly the blame falls on the two upper classes. Everybody knows that class spirit is promulgated by social activity. It is not without a certain sense of shame that we bring to mind the fact that the Seniors have had but two outings and the Juniors,—not at all. What is the matter with us? The mid-year’s are over now, and we find no sufficient excuse for our inactivity. To the Seniors we say this: Oet started, and the Juniors will follow suit. Get in the game! Every honest student in the High School should feel a burning sense of shame that, a few weeks ago, it was necessary to call a special meeting of the boys to arouse some school spirit. If anyone had prophesied that to a class of boys in school four years ago, they would have been laughed down. And now it has happened. In Mr. Smith’s eloquent address, he mentioned the fact that the rooms of A. A. meetings would be packed full. Now it is different. There is an average attendance of about thirty at the meetings. If you can't come out for a team, at least come to the meetings and take an active part. If you can’t wear a “C,” yell yourself hoarse at the games, ami make those that do wear one proud of the fact. If C. H. S. gets up a checker team, go along with ’em to Ashtabula, and yell your head off. That’s what Ashtabula was made for,—for C. H. S. to wallop. Ashtabula Harbor brought down a delegation of seventy-five. Let’s take a hundred up to Ashtabula. I et our motto be,—“First the School!” Everyone in 0. H S. owes that to the High School. 4 THE TATTLER 40 40 oCiterary 40 40 WILL DREAMS COME TRUE? The football season of 1920 started out with every team at Yale, Harvard, Princeton and the other large colleges on nearly an equal standing, although Yale and Harvard were tne two teams that caused the greatest excitement among the fans. The first day of the season Yale was scheduled to play Princeton, and Harvard to play Cornell. The ale and Princeton game was held on the Princeton grounds and there was a great aggregation from Yale college to witness the game. At the end of the first half the score was six to nothing in favor of Princeton. At almost the same time there was a telegram received saying that the score of the first half of the game between Harvard and Cornell was twelve to nothing in favor of Harvard. The throng went almost wild .'or if Harvard won and Yale lost it would place Yale in a difficult position to win the championship. As the time neared for the game to be called the fans were cheering until it resembled a battlefield more than a football game. At last the referee whistle sounded and the tigers took one end of the field and the bull dogs the other. The ball was placed and both captains with a nervous prostration creeping over their system announced they were ready for the battle to begin. It was a fight that never ceased until the timekeeper called time for the third quarter, and Princeton had the ball on Yale’s ten yard line. While they were changing goals and the players getting a little water to moisten their lips, the fans were going mad. People were tossing money in the air. The whistle again sounded, and Princeton lost the ball on downs on Yale’s ten yard line. Hats, coats, and all wearing apparel that was available went flying through the air. With a few good runs and passes, Yale had carried the ball back to Princeton’s ten yard line and lost it there. Some of the best blocking that was ever displayed on a football field was used to advantage, for Princeton was forced to leave the ball on their thirty yard line. The next signal was for a fake kick for goal—and Yale’s big full back caught the ball and motioned as if he was going to drop it for a kick and the Princeton players stood amazed when he made a long pass to one of the endc, v,fho scored a goal. As there was only one more minute to play it was up to the person who kicked for goal whether it would be a tie or a victory. The captain saw the circumstances as no one else saw them. He looked his men over and finally the coach, who was standing on the side lines, made a sign to the captain and he gave orders for the fullback to kick for goal. He was a man who had a good record clear back to the time he played for C. H. S. When the kick was made every one was silent but the cheer came afterward, for Yale had won seven to six. Harvard had won from Cornell and Harvard and Yale were tied after the first game of the season. There were two big young men who had graduated from Con C. .J. KKKW, The Florist, State St. IMione 1281 5 neaut High School several years before. One 'was In Yale uniform and the other was on the side lines in the crowd. The big fellow, who was standing on the side lines was a sophomore in Yale, said that he was going to work and see that Yale won from Harvard on Thanksgiving day. He journeyed home after the game, tired and worn out, and it did not take him long to find a resting place; for 'when he reached home, which wras several miles out in the country, he found that the house was locked, and he went out and lay down in the barn on some straw. He soon fell asleep, although the game was not forgotten. The season passed away and the day which was tc every one but Yale and Harvard, Thanksgiving day, but to them it was a day of great mental and physical 9train, soon came around. Neither team had lost a game during the season. The crowd hai congregated and the two teams marched on the field for the final clash, and at the end of the Yale column the big player who had vowed at the first game of the season to see Yale to victory, w'alked in with a smile on his face, and all of the Yale fans had their eyes centered on him. The day was a dark and dreary one but nevertheless the field was crowded with spectators The placers were racing up and down the field with the ball, but when the whistle sounded everything was quiet, the players took their places and the kick off was made. The ball was kept in the center of the field in a small radius, sometimes it looked as if one side was a little the best and then the other, but at the end ot the first qurater the ball was on Yale’s forty yard line. The next quarter was with the same results, although at one time, Yale had the ball on Harvard’s twenty yard line but at the end of the first half it was in the center of the field. The second half started off with a rush with one good pass and a fake buck. Yale had the bail up on Harvard’s ten yard line but lost on downs. Harvard lost on their first three downs and then punted back to Yale’s forty yard line and downed there. The ball seesawed back and forth until the third quarter was up. At the beginning of the fourth quarter each team was determined to score. Harvard carried the ball back to Yale’s ten yard line. It was at the time that this old Conneaut guard was called from the side lines to take Stoughton’s place at full. The crowd began to cheer and the first signal was through center and he went diving like a mad bull for a gain of about ten yards. The same play was worked again for an equal gain. Some more of the same kind of bucking was worked until the ball was up to Harvard’s twenty yard line. The signal was given for a full around end and with a good interference the ball was carried 10 the goal line, but just as he reached the goal two of Harvard’s big line men hit him, one on each side, and he hit the goal post with his head, but the bail was over the line. Emerson l ee was lying with his head up against a milking stool and one of the big black mules was standing on each side of him. Well.” he said to himself in a low voice, ’’Childs and Graham, those big Harvard guys, hit me most awful hard.” ROY EVANS. ’15. 6 THE TATTLER THE MASTIFF FROM WOLF RIVER CAME. “Git up, Bill. Git up. It’s half past four now and we gotta be gitten' out of here.” It was Tom Shortman, or, to get acquainted with him it was “Shorty,” William Klamn’s partner, a veteran trapper, who spoke. Klam.i was also a trapper, hut, although he had been in the wilds of Canada only about a year, he was nearly as skilled as Shorty. Nothing but slight movement from the slumberer rewarded Shorty’s efforts, however. “By gum, you’ll open those lamps o’ yours now, I’ll bechu.” With that he grasped a pitcher of water from the table and emptied the fluid over the innocent sleeper. “Galloping grasshoppers,” Bill exploded. “I thought I was being massacred.” “You otta be fer 6noozing at this late hour. Pile out o’ there an help git breakfast. It snowed a lot last night an’ even our snow shoes’ll sink in quite a bit cus it hasn’t had time to form a crust and Wolf Hollow Camp is a long way off. It sure was some lucky we reached this shack las’ night fer altho’ we have weathered worse storms than this, I’ll own up though I’d rather be snowed in here than out in that blizzard. But the bye’s at the camp ’ll want their cash just as soon as they can get it. I’ll— ouch! Consarn it, what’s on that chair!” “O. nothing but an exchange for your kindness. Why didn’t you give me a gentle touch? I would have awakened instantly, and you call this late? Why didn't you stay up all night so as to be up early enough in the morning?” “Well, I think when you git there you’ll see why we got up before noon.” This last statement proved to be only too true. “Well, your grub’s ready, so sit down and pitch in.” An hour later the small outfit was packed. Snowshoes were fastened and the two set out for Wolf Hollow Camp. What a world it was! Great banks of white fluffy snow piled everywhere! The trees were topped with it and scattered flakes come floating down, for it had nearly stopped snowing now. The two trudged along at a lively gait, now stopping to rest, now traveling swiftly along. They had spoken little except when stops were made to get “wind” as Shorty put it. During one of those stops the peculiar howl of the timber wolf came quiveringly through the forest. It caused no little concern to the trappers; but as time wore on and the cry was not again detected by their ears, the matter was forgotten to all outward appearances until after awhile the silence was broken by,—“Well, I cal’ate we’re half way there but we’ve been about six hours a’ready an we’ve only got about five more to wind up in before dark. Now if a wolf’ll holler in plain daylight it suie means he’s some hungry, but still they haven’t hollerd but once. What tha—” Bang! bang! bang! Three shots in rapid succession came from underbrush to their left. As they turned Bill felt a cold steel gun barrel thrust over his shoulder, then followed a “Hands up!” Bill wheeled around to see an Indian confronting him, his Winchester ready for action and a wicked smile on his face. “Heap Running Beaver get heap cash and go. If he not get it he shoot heap palefaces. Now give C. .1. FHEW, The Florist, State. St. Phone 1281 i me money.” “You'll have to fight for it.” cried Shorty, who had edged to a right angle where Bill stood. As Shorty uttered his last exclamation the red skin turned in his direction and Will lunged toward him, grasping the rifle as he did so. The Indian shrieked out a cry of rage and a fight for dear life commenced. Shorty would have assisted his friend but another cry came from behind and he wheeled into another foe. Will's combatant was less powerful than himself but he clung to the rifle with a grip like iron, now trying to get the muzzle toward his foe, now trying to wrench it from his grasp. Three times shots went into the air but found no marks except the trunks of nearby trees. Shorty was having ‘‘quite a lively time” as he put it. His foe was armed but not with a gun, a knife. When Shorty had turned on him, it was so unexpected that the weapon had only grazed hi6 shoulder, and he grabbed the wielder’s wrist. The latter was not an Indian, however, but a lumberman from Wolf River Camp. Both men were six-footers and it was an even struggle until by a dextrous movement Shorty tripped his combatant and both went heavily to the ground with the trapper on top. Shorty shot a glance to where he had last seen his friend and the Indian, but where were they? There was no sign of either anywhere about. In their place were two other combatants, two strong sinewy forms, snarling, snapping, swaying back and forth like demons. It was a wolf and a powerful mastiff dog. Then another form shot out of the underbrush and another. The two men now saw the new danger and Shorty’s enemy begged to be freed. “N'ow if you'll beat it,” cried Shorty, “and not try any more o’ your funny work. I’ll excuse you this time. Now promise me.” “I’ll -promise you nothing,” snarled the lumberman, but let me up. ’ “Well, I guess if you kin stan’ it to be chewed, 1 can.” “Eff you’ll let me go, I’ll let you be,” cried the lumberman, finally submitting rather than to be “chewed up” as Shorty had termed it. But there w-as no time left for conversation for a lithe form darted toward them. Shorty sprang to his feet and struck the beast with one of his heavy boots, for his snow shoes had fallen off during the struggle. The boot caught the beast just below- the jaw and sent him snarling backw-ards. By this time the lumberman had gained his feet. Sho-ty elt a tap on his shoulder and made ready to spring again on his foe, but his intentions were interrupted by,—“You an’ me’ve had it out an’ you licked an’ 'we’ll call it square if you’re willin’. If we have to die let's die fighting side by side like men.” “That we’ll do, you bet,” cried Shorty, “but look out, here comes that beast back again.” As he uttered the latter words he grasped h 's until now forgotten revolver, drew it and fired almost into the mouth of the animal. A howl of pain followed and a dead wolf lay at the trapper’s feet. “Quick, cr the dcg’ll be giving out! Head right straight into that bunch,” he yelled, as he started tow-ard a group of snapping wolves with a powerful mastiff in their midst who had already laid out two of his enemies. But the dog w-as getting tired now and this the men saw. The faithful beast had saved their lives and now it was their turn to save his. The wohes scattered and seeing the bodies of their dead comrades began feasting. 8 THE TATTLER This gave the three a chance of escape and they made the best of it. Running through the snow without snow shoes is hard work but they reached a tall tree and began scaling it. The last man 'had just reached the bottom limb when the wolf, diverted from his meal, made a spring for him. It was a close call for the wolf missed his mark only by a hair’s breadth. “Jumping geese quills, but that was a close one,” yelled Shorty, but where’s that dog?’’ “I’ll bet he’s gone to camp,” cried the lumberman. “Hell git a bunch o’ the byes out here but’ll take quite a spell,—say, did you see that?” This last exclamation was caused by a form coming toward them at top speed. “Hey, Shorty, where are you?” the form cried. “Right here Bill,” answered Shorty, “but for the love of Mike climb a tree. There is wolves here by the barrel. Where did you beat it? we’ve needed you.” “Well,” answered his breathless comrade, “that Indian got away from me and I chased him until he finally shook me. I was a fool leaving you all alone with that ruffian,” pointing towards the big lumberman in the branches with Shorty. “Well, I guess I’m high enough to be out of reach now. I heard those wolves and 'was desperate and started back at full speed, and here I am.” “By gum. I b'lieve we owe our lives to that dorg—” “What dog?” asked Will. “Why,” exclaimed Shorty, “a big dorg blew in from somewhere an’ fit all of them wolves while we strolled to this tree.” “That dog,” exclaimed the lumberman, “came with that bloomin’ Injun an’ me—by gar,” he exploded. “A bunch of those wolves must o’ followed him away from here because there is only about half of them here now. It will sure be some race to camp fer that dog, but I gues6 he can outrun ’em.” Darkness had set'in and the tree occupants were fast asleep when suddenly a loud bark broke the stillness and a powerful dog leaped into view. Then a half dozen lumbermen came running behind. The lumberman’s guilt was not exposed, at Shorty’s request, and so it is that, when enemies meet in a death grapple, new danger will make them friends. HARRISON ANDREWS, ’17. A MEXICAN TALE. For many years Pedro Lopes had farmed a few rugged acres on the slopes of the Sierre Madre. His claim had been undisturbed until a rich mining prospector came along and discovered gold along the foot hills. Soon Pedro was ousted from his farm and rather than leave the straw thatched hut which he called home, he consented to work in the mines as an ordinary peon for two pesos a week. On this he hardly lived, as besides his wife there was a son, Juan, and food was scarce and hard to get. The years passed until Juan was ten years old. Then the wife sickened and died and Pedro, heart broken, buried her at the foot of the mountain with a stately palm standing sentinel over her grave. C. I'RKW, The Florist, State St. Phone 1281 !l Life was very dreary to little Juan who sometimes assisted his father in the mines. One night after the evening meal Juan brought forward a bag of stones which he proceeded to form into the semblance of a wall. When a glitter caught the eye of Pedro, he examined the stones and found some were nuggets of almost pure gold and by questioning Juan he soon found where plenty of these golden nuggets might be found. Realizing their value in a measure and also that they would never be of any use to him in this country, he suddenly recalled what a man had told him of the United States where a common man might own vast acres. After thinking over all this the next day, that night their few belongings were packed and with the gold nuggets were carefully strapped to the back cf Pedro and leading little Juan, they started northward for the far distant United States, traveling by night to escape the boiling rays of the sun. Many days and nights passed with only a few tropical fruits for food. Weary and worn the travelers finally reached Chihuahua where a small nugget procured food. Never having seen a railroad train and ignorant of the world the rail road was not looked u] on as a direct means of travel, and as a help only t mark the road in the direction in which he desired to travel. T o weeks passed be ore the wandering travelers reached El Paso where they had heard the promised land began. This city had no attractions for Pedro and wandering to the northward he came upon the owner of a sheep ranch, who had but recently murdered an Indian helper and who was mighty glad to exchange his ranch for nuggets and leave the country. The summer of 1S92 was marked by a drought in the southwest par of the United States. Everything w’as scorched by the sun’s rays and but little pasturage was to be found at this time. The Brown Stock Company, a large concern composed mostly of eastern millionaires who numbered their cattle hv the million, had a number of herds grazing through the valley of the Rio Grande in central New Mexico. As the drought increased the sheep and goats of Pedro crowded farther into the valley away from the foo: hills. This soon led to conflict with the Brown Stock Company and, as any one knows, enmity always exists between cattle and sheep men in the west for the cattle will not graze where sheep have been. As the Stock Company’s cattle came down the valley they were seen by Juan, who was now sole guardian of the sheep as his father lay on his bed of straw’ nearly con sumed by fever. Hate arose in the boy’s heart as he realized the danger to his flock and thought o' what his father had already suffered at the hands of the Mexican government. This seemed merely a repetition. Being helpless he could do nothin T, but soon a lone horseman could be seen riding in his direction whose identity was no other than the young son of J. P. Morgan, w'hose father had sent him on a western trip for his health and to look into his vast financial interests. Although a typical cowboy in appearnce, vet he was kind at heart, and w’hen he saw poor little Juan so neglected looking and so faithfully guarding his father’s flocks he was touched and kindly approached him. Juan soon told him of his great trouble concerning his father and together they 10 THE TATTLER visited the poor dwelling only to find Pedro deliriously talking of his sheep and no water. Knowing the end was near, young Morgan remained with Juan and after the few sad rites which they were able to perform were over, he suggested to Juan that he go with him to New York and, as kindness had already won his confidence, this Juan willingly agreed to do. The flocks were disposed of and Juan took the remaining treasured nuggets and went to a new life. His friend soon placed him in a good school where he had every advantage which together with his faithfulness soon accomplished wonders. He was twelve years of age when found by Mr. Morgan and by the time he was twenty he had graduated from Yale with honors and was recommendei by President Wilson to be sent as an envoy of peace to the Mexican government. PHTLO ANDREWS, ’15. KINDNESS PAYS LARGE DIVIDENDS. “Well, Frank, let’3 not sit here and study all evening and ruin ou -health. What do you say to going up town to the show?” “I was just thinking about that myself, Tom, for I have had a bad headache all day.” Such was the conversation of two boys in Oberlin college. The former, who was addressed as Frank, was Frank Miller, the son of a prominent business man of Philadelphia. The first speaker was Tom Harris, the son of a wealthy financier of Pittsburg. Both were in their Junior year and were already figuring what they would do after their graduation, the following year. As they were both studying law, each anticipated being a great lawyer some day or even being elected to the supreme bench. Now, as it was in the spring of the year, and this being a nice evening, it was hard for the boys to sit quietly in their rooms and busy themselves in books, so. upon this pleasant suggestion each quickly grabbed his hat and started for the opera. As they neared the opera which they had decided to attend that evening, Tom reached in his pocket to get his money ready to purchase their tickets but, to his dismay, found that all his money was in his trousers he had worn the evening before. “Say, Frank, you wouldn’t mind buying the tickets tonight, would you? My money is at home in my other suit.” “That is what I intended to do anyway, Tom, you always want to pay and now you will have to stand one on me.” Tom, seeing no other course open, decided to let Frank buy the tickets and when they reached the place, Tom entered and picked out a couple of good seats, while Frank was outside buying the tickets. In a. couple of minutes, Tcm began to feel uneasy, as Frank did not appear, and. thinking that Frank might not have seen him enter, started for the entrance to tell him where he had decided to sit. As he reached the door, he saw Frank going through all kinds of frantic motions toward the ticket agent, and wondered what could be the trouble. “Why don’t you come in and get a good seat before they are all gone, Frank? I have been waiing in there for you for nearly a half hour.” “Well, why don’t you run away when I need some one around?” “What is the matter, now, you haven’t decided to lick the ticket agent and get us both in free have you?” O. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone 12S1 11 “No, but I will have to if we go, I guess. I took my wallet out of my clothes when I brushed them tonight and left it lying on the dresser, so I guess it means no show for us tonight, for this close-fi6ted ticket agent won’t consent to our going in and bringing the money tomorrow.” “Never mind, Frank, 1 didn’t want to go anyway, did you?” “I certainly did, or 1 wouldn’t have come up here.” “Let's take a walk out in the suburbs, and let it go at that.” “It is about all that we ran do that 1 can see but, even then, it might rain and we wouldn’t have money enough to get home on the car.” ‘ Well, if it does, we can sleep in some one’s barn and beat the conductor cut of a few cents car fare.” ‘ All right, then, lead the wav. 1 am not going to let this spoil my whole evening, but it has come preitty close to it.” So saying Tom started down the street forgetting all about the two swell seats he had picked out at the show. “Say, Frank, do you know that we are liable to get robbed out here, on these side streets this time of night?” “Well. I w'ould feel sorry foi the disappointment any highwayman would get if he tried anything like that on me.” “Well, one good thing is that the moon will be up in a short time and we could evade any suspicious characters we might chance to meet and save him that disappointment.” Sure enough, in a few minutes the moon could be seen to be peeking out from behind a cloud and shortly came into full view, and illuminated the city in a most beautiful manner. The two boys continued to stroll along talking, first about one thing and then the other, paying very little attention to what way they were going, or how far they were getting from home. Presently, as they were walking along, they passed a tree and beneath it there was lying a man, curled up, with an old overcoat partly covering him. They could see by the aid of the moon that he was quite an old man, for he had gray hair and a long shaggy beard. The boys walked a short distance by when Frank suddenly stopped “Tom, do you know what 1 am going to do?” “That is a hard question to answ'er; what is it?” “Well. Tom, I’ll tell you. I may be foolish, but that man lying beneath that tree back there, has aroused my curiosity and 1 am going back and see what is the cause. “It is probably only a tramp and you had better let him alone, while he is not molesting any one.” “There won’t be any harm in asking anyway, so here goes, tramp or no tramp.” So saying, he returned and, shaking the old man gently by the shoulder, asked him why he w'as there that time of night. The old man opened his eyes and at first seemed a little startled but, seeing that his arouser was only a youth of about twenty years of age, soon calmed himself and replied, “I am without friends or money. I left my family in a small town named Trenton, in the southern part of Pennsylvania, and started out to find work and employment and a little money. I had intended to send for them, but so far I have been unable to do so. I have a friend in Harrisburg, which is in the central part of Pennsylvania, but I haven’t 12 THE TATTLER money to get back there, although he promised me steady work if I would come there. This is the reason why I’m here.” After he sad said this, he again lay down and appeared to pay no further attention to his visitors. Frank returned to his schoolmate, who had waited patiently where he had left him, and explained what the old man had said. “Well, now, I suppose you are satisfied, seeing that you have stopped and talked with him. It is getting late and I think that we had better return to our rooms, don’t you?” “It is getting late, but, before I return, I am going to see that that man has a good, warm bed tonight and a little money to start him on his way in the morning. I sympathize with him and I firmly believe that he is worthy of my help.” “I hope you won’t be so foolish as to carry this any farther; you seem to be getting very charitable lately.” “Think what you want to, I am going to do as I said.” Then leaving his companion, who started for his room, he returned to the old man and told him that if he would accompany him back to his room, he would give him a good night’s lodging. This brightened up the old man’s face and he rose, quite nimbly, and walked beside his new friend, who led the way. In about a half hour they reached the place and after showing the old man his room, bade him good-night and prepared to spend the remainder of the night sleeping on a couch in the silting room, which was far from being as comfortable as his own bed. He did not see any more of Tom that night and at six o’clock the next morning arose and, after taking his morning bath, awoke the old man. In a few minutes the old man appeared looking much brighter and happier than he had the night before. He was a man of about forty-five years of age but, owing to his hardships and wanderings, had become worn and haggard. After eating a lunch which Frank had prepared while the man was dressing, they started for a little walk uptown. Frank gave the man money to get a shave and after buying him a suit of clothes, not expensive, but neat and comfortable, he gave the man a bill, which, later the man found to be ten dollars, and started him on his way. The man was overjoyed and thanked Frank over and over again but, before he would leave he wanted to know Frank’s name, so that if he ever had a chance he might repay him in some way. Frank told him and then he started on his journey. When he returned to his room Tom met him at the door. “Well, I hope you feel better, now, that you have helped a tramp on his way.” “I certainly do feel w'ell paid for my trouble, by the happiness it gave the old man.” Little he knew what that same old man would do for him a few years later. In a few days it was forgotten by the boys but not by the old man The boys kept on with their school and the following June, both graduated with honors. They alw'ays remained the same old friends and both opened law' offices, Tom in Pittsburg and Frank in Philadelphia, and both rapidly gained fame. Fifteen years later there w'as to be an election held for governor. C. .1. FREW, The Florist, State St. hone 1281 i; Two men of great fame and popularity were in opposition for that office. They were Tom Harris and Frank Miller. At the same time ithere was an old man preparing to cast his vote. He was quite an old man and looked as though he had seen the hard side of life. When the day of election arrived he hitched up his horse and drove ten miles through a rain storm to cast his vote. It was only one more vote for Frank Miller hut that one vote elected him governor of Pennsylvania. MERL CHILDS. ’14. “TRI E LOVE. ' The night was dark and stormy, Paul plodded through the snow, To see a girl he always loves, And never considered slow. He had on that pretty dark blue suit, And patent leather shoes, That red necktie, his mother gave. To him the night before. Onwmrd he trudged through the midnight drear, With his brave heart high with hope, For not one minute did our hero fear That his loved one 'would not elope. He arrived at the house and gave the sign. By which his maid would descend; The ladder leaned against the house, With Paul at the other end. As the crucial moment of his life approached, Paul's heart was filled with fear, Just suppose, he thought to himself with alarm, That her father might appear. Down came Louise in beautiful array, To brave Paul who attentively stood. By the bottom of the ladder and waited, Till Louise pulled down her hood. They jumped into an awaiting oab, Our Paul called out “In a hurry, please,” And on sped our beloved couple, To a life of comfort and ease, Where there will be no teachers, No one to stand up and ipreach, No one will come around and sass, When you are asleep in English class. 14 THE TATTLER ■s jlthleties j BASKETBALL ( . II. S. VS. MEMORIAL GYM. The Blue and White five lost the season’s opening game on Xmas night to the Memorial gym five. Lack of team work was apparent, and the shooting also was wild. Evans was missed from the team, and this partly accounts for the loss. Nolan and Mulvihill starred for the visitors, while Jacobs played true to form. Dunn, too, played a splendid game. The final score was 20 to 19. Memorial-29. C. H. S.-19. Laughlin........................L. F.........................Work Mulvihill.......................R. F..........,...............Childs Puffer.......................... C.............................Loomis Nolan...........................L. G.........................Dunn Sanders.........................R. G.........................Jacobs Goals— -Laughlin ?, Mulvihill 4, Puffer 2, Sanders 2, Work, Jacobs. Childs °� . Loomis 2, Dunn 2. Fouls—Sanders 2, Dunn. (’. J. PRF.W, The Florist, State St. Phone 1281 15 C. H. S. VS. ASHTABULA H. S. Ashtabula came to Conneaut on January 9 for the first county game, looking for an easy win. They were surprised by a “come-back” second half r'or Conneaut, and finally managed to win by one point, 25-24. At the start of the game, Brooks, who is well known down here, rang up eight, points for A. 1. S. in two minutes. Then C. H. S. pulled together, and the half ended 14-tU. in favor of the visitors. Strong shooting by Work, Evans, and Childs in the second half brought the score to 24-23, the only time Conneaut was in the lead. Stuart, Ashtabula’s “tiny” center, lowered the ball into the basket for Ashtabula’s final victory, four minutes before time was up. Line-up and score: A. H. S.-25. C. H. S.-24. Brooks.......................L. F........................Work L ang........................R. F........................Childs Stuart....................... C...........................Evans Sweet........................L. G........................Bennett Savage.......................R. G........................Dunn Goals—Brooks 9, Lang Stuart; Work 2, Childs 3, Evans 5, Dunn. Foul goals—Dunn 3, Savage 3. C. H. S. VS. H. H. S. As Ashtabula high school had come to Conneaut so did Harbor.--that is, looking for an easy game. They were sadly disappointed, for C. H. S. did herself glory, and won by the fast score of 26-24. Work and Evans both starred with baskets while Devney was Harbor’s crack. Loomis played a fast game, guarding Poad, one of the fastest forwards in this part of the state, so well that he did not score on him. Line-up and score: H. H. S.-24. C. H. S.-26. Poad...........................L. F........................... Work Driscoll.......................R. F.................... Childs-Dunn Devney........................... C............................ Evans McConnell......................L. G.................... Dunn-Loomis McKay..........................R. G................. Bennett-Childs Goal?—Poad 2. Driscoll 3, Devney 5; Work 5, Evans 5. Foul goals— Dunn 3, Evans 3, load 6. At a meeting of the athletic association December 11, the following men were awarded the “varsity” letters: Captain Hoare, Brebner, Halli- day, Dusenbury, Wyman, Richardson, Hubbard, Evans, Sawtelle, Titus, Crombie, McKenzie, Tobin and Loomis. After awarding the letters, the following were elected: H. Jacobs, assistant manager of basketball; Orris Barber, track manager, and Lee Brebner, assistant track manager. At a meeting of the boys held in the study hall, December 6, Superintendent Williamson and Professor Smith both addressed the boys on the subject of school spirit and school conditions. Mr. Smith pointed out the fact that school spirit was at a low ebb in Conneaut Hi, and that this matter should be remedied. Mr. Williamson brought the matter of the lockers 16 THE TATTLER and shower baths before the boys, and illustrated to them the good of athletics. So let’s answer the plea for more school spirit, and everybody put his shoulder to the wheel and push. Just before the Ashtabula game. Coach Smith called the basketball players together and after several attempts to elect a captain, it was decided to wait until another time, and Merl Childs was placed in temporarily because no majority could be obtained for either of the candidates, Childs. Dunn, and Evans. Just before the Harbor game Childs was elected captain by a majority. A CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO GREAT MEN. Robert Halliday, Woodrow Wilson. “Well, well, Bob! how are you? I am tickled to see you!” “Same to you Woody. How are you? I suppose you are still as great in your part of the world as 1 am in mine?” “Exactly. And are you still at C. H. S.? “Yes, I feel that 1 can run the school so much better while right on the job, and you are still at Washington?” “Tut, tut. Bob! Certainly. I can run the country so much better here. How is the faculty behaving at C. H. S.?” “Very well, so far, I assure you, though I’m very strict with them. How’s Congress?” “O pretty fair, how’s the team?” “Light, but fast, how’s the Tariff?” “Light, but slow, Bob. How’s Smith and Varsity?” “Both still slow.” “Too bad. Say, Bob, Old Horse, got any suggestions?” “Yes,—remodel that currency bill to suit Duff Brace. Kick Bryan out of office, and turn Republican.” “Thanks, I will. May I suggest—” “Surely.” “Tell III Henry to remodel his wheel, and stop Ted Quinn’s pompadour. Good-bye, Bob, I hear Bryan calling. Coming, Bill!” “Good-bye, Woody, Au Revoir. And then he Woodrow, Row, Row.” [Extract from Cleveland Plain Dealer.] John Hazeltine from Conneaut was stopping at the Statler hotel. He wanted to telephone to a town about thirty miles away. He asked the girl on the switch board to get him long distance and follow-ed it up with asking the price. “It will cost you fifty cents for three minutes.” she said, sweetly. “Fifty cents: Ye Gods!” cried John, “I didn’t want to buy stock in the company, I only wanted to talk a minute or so! Why! Why! In Conneaut we can call up hades for fifty cents!” “Yes, I know, sir,” replied the girl, “but isn’t that within your citv limits?” C. .1. rm: V, The Florist, State St. Phone 1281 17 If wo have no jokes on you, don’t get sore. If we have iokes on you, don’t ask for more. For the Varsity has a Tattler to publish soon. And they will probably have jokes not to be forgotten soon. At least, if you could hear them talk, You wouldn’t think they would make a balk As they have done years before. And if we can wait we will probably see one more. This isn’t a joke, serious matter. Ted—“Listen.” Sod—“That’s the houn' coming now.” Jerry—“That's our old cow.” Miss Kahler—“Have you any conflictione?” Philly—“Arithmetic and Arithmetic.” Mr. Smith says that the bookkeeping class had better get a job shovel ing smoke, they can’t do anything else. 18 THE TATTLER Fuller (in American History)—“Women ain’t fit to vote, ’cause they ain’t got enough sense. They wouldn’t know any more about voting than Mr. Davis.” As Mr. Henry is a chemistry teacher take his advice: Snow, mud, zero, rain, and sunshine, thoroughly mixed and rubbed in, is good for bicycles. Miss Kahler was asked to remove Philly, Tyler, Porter, and Graham out of the back part of the study hall because Titus, Hubbard, Hoare, Smith and several others have to wear glasses now. There was a young lady named Geraldine. She was very popular, but could never maintain A boy friend who would stay at a late hour. She had one but soon lost him. and the one she has now makes four. Green was first, but I don’t blame her, she let him go; Alton was next and Geraldine thought she had a nice beau. But along came a (ellow from we know not where, Geraldine took notice of him, for he had black hair. But he was a stranger, so you see very plain, When he got acquainted, something gave him a pain. So Claude got busy and cut Lee right out; This made Lee sore and he began to pout. But along came Geraldine once more. “What’s the matter?” asked she. Lee replied, “I’m sore, but never more.” Mr. Henry (thinking of gunpowder)—“What is potassium nitrate used for?” Tom —“Pickling.” Henrv-—“Yes, they are pickling the Mexicans with it now.” Hazel M.—“Dorothy, what is the word for Lord in German?” Dorothy—“Bill, I guess. Why did Helen Bauss cause so much disturbance when she went to sleep in the study hall? Because she was sleeping on the switch board. Mr. Williamson applied for a patent on the lock which was on the south door for a long time, but we believe he did not get it, as there is one of the old style on now. C. J. FREW, Tlie Florist, State St. Phone 1281 19 Mr. Davis —“Do you think the Socialist party 'will live long?” Crombie—“No, not unless they take a Brace.” Mr. Smith-—“Use the dictionaries as you do your Bibles.” Mr. Davis—“J. C. Calhoun will soon enter upon the scene.” Merl Childs just then walked into the room. Mr. Smith—“Make a note at six per cent, for sixty days without interest.” If Sabra was a farmer would Buster Work for her? If Hammond saw something in a Klumph of bushes would he get it? If New Year’s is a Holiday, what is Bob? If Stoughton was yellow in football, was Wallace Green in giving orations? If Quinn is Irish, is Thankful Briton? Would Harold Carey Naomi if Ruth would Craytor? If the score was tied ana Norman Dunn, would Buster Work to win the game? If Henry was nominated for President of the Feldstein Clothing Company would Chet Vogt for him? FACULTY IX 1020. Mr. Williamson— Athletic director. Mr. Smith—Deceased, (died of a broken blood vessel). Mr. Henry—Book seller in Japan. Mr. Helman—Judge of the supreme court. Mr. Davis—Candidate for Democratic president. Mr. Main—Farmer west of Amboy. Miss Kahler—Principal of C. H. S. Miss Leet—-Secretary of agriculture at Washington, D. C. Miss Burrington—Retired life. Miss Hodge—Proprietor of matrimonial bureau. Miss Ford—Is in partnership with Miss Hodge. Mrs. Howard—Coach of the C. H. S. football team. Wanted to Know—Whether Lee Cook has poor eyes or poor judgment. We car.’t blame Titus for wanting Lee to get him a date. He doesn't know Myrtle very well. OUR FEMALE TEACHERS. Oh, Father Christmas, this is a prayer, Grant it if you can. I have placed some trousers in a chair, Pray fill them with a man. 20 THE TATTLER POPUIiAK SONGS. Halliday—“I’m a nut.” Ted Quinn—‘‘Where the River Shannon Flows.” Carlyle Hammond—“Good Night, Nurse.” Fred Hewitt—“Rover.” Paul Davis—“O, Promise Me ” Nat Howard—“Take a Look at Me Now.” Tom Smith—'‘Alexander’s Ragtime Band.” Merl Childs—“The Green Grass Grew All Around.” Cornell Fuller- -“Whoa, Dobbin.” Fred Carlson—“A Little Ball of Yarn.” Carlton Davis--“Morning Papers.” Edna Olson—“Ragtime Violin.” Marian Hogle—“Looking for a Nice Young Fellow.” Evelyn Tait—“Just Blue Bells of Scotland.” Deweese Wilcox—“No Place Like Home.” Benjamin—“Shall I draw an eclipse?” Main—“No, draw an ellipse.” Henry—“What is a good bleaching agent?” Kaiser—“Powdered chlorine.” I say, listen, students, if you be free. From a room that keeps you after three. Just get your lessons day by day, And then you'll never have to stay. INCREASE YOl’R IMAGINATION BY IMAGINING Bliss Benjamin flunking shorthand. Fuller and Henry trading hair. Emerson Lee not praising himself. Bennett talcing a girl to a basketball game. Amel Hotchkiss looking through his glasses. Crorabie when he gets his deed for C. H. S. Will Hubbard not chewing gum. Varsity Literary society having a president. Lee Cook taking a girl to a lecture course. Hen� -y not springing a joke in the study hall. Evelyn Tait having another senior party. Ted Qu'nn not asleep (with six studies). Hal Tvler smoking a Nebo (cork tip). Miss Hodge not chewing gum. Having singing and chapel regular (old joke). Jeanette singing “My Father and Mother Are Irish.” Wallace Green not swallowing his gum in shorthand. te— --------- —Si The Adler Rochester (GOLD BOx D) Special Blue Serge Suit For llie Spring 1914 Is the greatest value ever offered in a fine dress suit for $20.00. You’ll find the benefit of the tariff reduction combined with workmanship from America’s Finest Clothes Makers together with a special effort to make the finest suit possible to sell at this price. After February 10th we’ll show these suits in English, Norfolk, semi-English and other styles for young men. The G. M. Whitney Company 22 THE TATTLER Oh, he meets her in the morning. And he meets her noon and night; And if he fails to meet her, There is sure to be a fight. Although he lives on State street. He hastens back to school, And walks clear down to Hayward, Now isn’t he a fool. She tells him that she loves him; Says she’ll never turn him down; Now Crombie is my Hero, While the girl is Mabel Brown. He goes up to her desk at noon, To talk the matter over. And, boys, I’ll tell you right here nof. It isn’t nice to have a lover. And if he fails to meet her, Either morning, noon, or night, You can bet your last round dollar, There is sure to be a fight. For Mabel controls her own little boy, And tells him what he shall do, A cigarette he never must smoke, Nor scrap tobacco chew. At football practice he always was late, For he had to take Mabel home. So will some one please put an end to his fate By rapping him over the dome. And this, I tell you, won’t be hard to do. For his head i« as big as a balloon, And we think poor Crombie’s head will soon burst. If the swelling don’t go down pretty soon. There is a young fellow named Smith, Whose history is merely a myth. He used to play basketball with great vim, But alas, now he is a ‘‘has been.” Now it is nothing but those girls, Who fascinate him with beautiful curls. But it is reported of late That he has discovered his fate, That it is too late and now he is only a “has been.” C. .1. FREW, The Florist, State. St. Phone 1281 23 SHOES SHOES For Home For Parties HATCH, For Street 1 he Shoeman SLIPPERS SLIPPERS Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute % SCHOOL of W Vx ENGINEERING CIVIL. MECHANICAL, ELECTRICAL and CHEMICAL ENGINEERING, and GENERAL SCIENCE Send for a Catalogue. TROY N� Y' F. L. 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