Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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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?”

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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.