Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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Si y obte !7ievenge In one of the dark valleys of the Rocky Mountains there lived a man who was called Bowie Knife Bill by all his fellow miners. He was six feet tall and weighed about two hundred pounds. He was very fond of intoxicating liquors and his language was not of the best. His favorite weapon was the bowie knife, from which he got his name, and which he never hesitated to use when he saw fit. He was proud of his title, and especially because his name was a terror to all Indians in the community. He frankly hated Indians. One day there were gathered about the door of the one saloon of the valley some of the miners, Bowie Knife Bill among them, and a number of Indians. One of the latter offended Bill by a slighting remark. Immediately Bill took after him with his ever ready knife. The unarmed Indian had no choice and took to his heels at once. The saloon was situated near a long and very deep gorge which gradually grew narrower until the sides were only ten feet apart. While the exciting race was going on a large crowd of miners came running out of the saloon, all of them drunk, and began cheering for Bill. When the Indian reached the narrowest part of the gorge, Bill was only about six feet behind him. He gave a yell of defiance, and without a pause leaped across the gorge. Bill was following so closely that he did not notice the width of the gorge, so that when he jumped he went a little short of the other bank and only saved himself by grasping hold of a stubby sage brush that grew on the very edge of the gorge. But his weight was not small and the roots began to tear loose. Just in time, a strong arm reached down and caught hold of his hand and slowly he was drawn over the edge and out of danger. When Bill recovered from the shock and knew that the same Indian whom he had wanted to kill had saved his life, he could only rub his eyes and express his opinion of himself by means of his ever ready vocabulary. He shook hands with the Indian, and, kissing his beloved l owie knife goodbye, hurled it into the gorge. From the time Bill was saved by the Indian until he died he was never seen to carry a knife or to get angry with an Indian. It was probably the nearness to death and the forgiveness of the Indian that changed the life of Bowie Knife Bill from a reckless outlaw to a good citizen of Uncle Sam. Harold Kaiser, ’18.

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10 THE TATTLER The girls then filed from the room. Kitty, smiling bravely, was the first to congratulate Marie. But Marie, as soon as possible, slipped away, pleading fatigue. But her prize gave her no satisfaction. Hour after hour she sat by her window, fighting, ever fighting her honest desire to do right by Kitty and by the school. At last she arose stiffly, thinking herself conquered. She went down to supper, but there the sight of Kitty’s brave jollity only started the argument anew. Again she slipped away only to go over the whole thing with herself once more. It was nearly ten when she finally opened the door of her room and softly stole out and down the silent corridor to Miss Lucy’s room. The next morning Marie left for a week of much-needed rest, and the girls were called together. Miss Lucy, as gently as possible, told the girls of Marie's deed and of her confession. Smiling gladly, Miss Lucy called Kitty to the front of the room and gave her the pendant. The girls were all cheering for Kitty, Miss Lucy and Marie. Just then a messenger came in with a telegram for Miss Lucy, which proved to be from Marie, and which read: Father’s investment turned out better than expected; will be back next semester ready for work, if the girls have forgiven me.” To which Miss Lucy joyfully replied: “Come as soon as you can. The girls will welcome you with open arms.” Ruth Neae, ’17. Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, A little more exact, at half-past three or four. They meet each other in the hall And stand and chat and chat. And if they’re stuck for Pie House, They meet right after that. They're always found together, (that fact to all is plain) ; The girl is Frances Rankin and the boy is called Duane.

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W Jfconor S7?o Sabra Andrews.....................94 Louise Arthur.....................92 Martin Bennett....................94 Ruth Cook.........................95 Doris Hunt........................91 Grace Darling.....................96 Marguerite Diefenderfer...........93 Marion Dusenbury..................93% Ada Eighmey.......................91% Ila Belle Gray....................91 % Amel Hotchkiss....................94 Ruth Neal.........................90 Freundin Johnson..................94 Charles Kaiser ...................93 % Ruth Kelley.......................93% Clifford Kent.....................90 Rupert Kimball....................92 Alice Kurtz.......................92 Grace Middleton...................96 Helen Morrison....................91 Edna MacDonald....................95 Harold Pinches....................96 Mable Proudfit....................90 Calvin Rankin.....................95 George Saville....................94 Celestia Smith....................91 Frank Spieldenner.................93 Edith Torrance....................92 Deweese Wilcox....................94 Bessie Long.......................91