Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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.

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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

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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