Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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THE TATTLER 25 FRESH IE’S PRAYER Now I start me out to work, Determined a little not to shirk ; But if I don't do things I ought I pray the Lord I don't get caught.—Ex. Mr. Helman (in Civics)—“Duane, how do you go about it to he nominated for mayor?” Bob—“I’d find my supporters.” AN ODE TO THE GIDDY NECKTIES ’Twas the week after Christmas in Conneaut High, Every boy in the school wore a beautiful tie. Turner was wearing a bright fore-in-hand, But Bob wore the niftiest one in the land; John Hazeltine, too, was both dazzling and gay, But Doc. Eades had him beat in his stunning array. And also McCaig, that small boy with red hair, Wore one with which few of the'rest could compare. As these boys and others marched in with their ties, You’d have thought that a rainbow had dropped from the skies; The loveliest sight from the Pole to the Isthmus, Were these wonderful ties that the boys got for Christmas. —Reinhardt, ’15. Perhaps a little joke or slam Has touched you very sorely; Take it meekly as a lamb Lest we hand out much morely.

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24 THE TATTLER (Sabra A.)—Conductor, which end of the car do I get off at? (Conductor)—Either. Miss. They both stop. The sophomores saw a patch of green, i They thought it was the freshman class; Hut when they nearer to it drew, T hey saw it was a looking glass. Helman— Well, Lindsay, f see you are up to your old tricks again Lindsay Xo, sir; this is a new one.” WHAT THEY ARE NOTED KOR Myrtle Drew—Chewing gum. Mr. Hyre—Flirting. Amcl Hotchkiss—Mouth. Gift of gab. Miss Bushy—Second section in afternoon. A TYPICAL JUNIOR CLASS MEETING Helen Bauss—We don’t want anything of the kind. President—Mr. Rarber has the floor. Pearl B.—What are they talking about? Bob L.—I move that we adjourn. Homer P.—That s what I want to know. President.—Won’t anyone second the motion? Bob R.—Why don’t you girls say something? Girls (in chorus)—Oh, do let’s go home. Bob L.—I move we adjourn. Everybody—So do I. IN GEOMETRY “What is a polygon?” “A dead parrot.”—Ex. She—“Is there any alcohol in cider?” Boob—“Inside who?”

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 ust j{ Tfote On a sunny summers morning Early as the dew was dry Up the hill I went a berrying Need I tell you tell you why. Farmer Welsh had a son, And it happened that I knew On each sunny summers morning, Raymond Up the hill went berrying too. Lively work is picking berries So I joined him on the hill. Raymond dear, said I, your basket Is quite too large for you to fill. So we stayed, we two, to fill it Raymond talking, I was still, Leading where the hill was steepest Picking berries up the hill. This is uphill work, said Raymond, So is life, said I, shall we Climb it each alone, or Raymond Will you come and climb with me. Redder than the blushing berries Raymond’s cheek a moment grew, While without delay he answered I will come and climb with you. yust jtfn ytnsiver We will climb the hill together You and I, right side by side, If it snows while we are climbing To the bottom we will slide. There’s No Use Talking Boys! The Quicker you begin wearing Hirsh Wickwire Clothes and Stetson Hats The Quicker you will be Correctly Dressed K. E. GIBBS, Outfitter to Men and Boys 218 Main Street SIG HAHN DRUGGIST MRS. EDITH D. STANLEY FIRE INSURANCE ’Phone 1705-Main