Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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C. J. FREW, FLORIST, Broad Street He tried to put the thought out of his mind and study, but the harder he tried to study the more persistent the thought became. Finding that he could not study he soon went to bed, intending to study in the morning. But he could not sleep. He rolled and tossed and thought that it was none of his business if George had turned traitor to Hillton. Then suddenly he thought, “If we should win by my using those arguments, what would my parents and schoolmates think of me if they knew where they came from.” He decided that even if George had been mean enough to revenge himself in such a way, he would not use any of the arguments unless he could find them some place else. With that he turned over and soon went to sleep. ★★★♦ At last the debate was over and, although I'airview lost, Dick did not regret that he had not used the arguments which were in George’s letter. And it was almost as good as winning when people crowded around him and told him how good he had done. As he was going out the door he felt a touch on his arm and heard someone say, “May I speak with you alone for a few moments?” On looking around he saw George. “Sure, come on home with me,” he answered. When they were in Dick’s room and a lamp was lighted, Dick noticed that George looked like a person who had had a lot of trouble, but the trouble had passed. “What’s the trouble? Have you been sick?” asked Dick. “No, I have been worrying about that letter I sent you. I did not realize what I was doing when 1 sent it. The fellows at Hillton asked me to come out for the debate, but I told them that I did not know how to debate and that I might come out next year. I went to their rehearsals and I suppose they thought 1 was taking notes on how to debate whenever they saw me writing. Then I collected my notes, typewrote them and sent them to you. That night I could not sleep, and I wished that I had not sent you that letter. I could not get up courage to write and explain how I felt. I am glad that you were honorable enough not to use the arguments that I sent.” “I had quite a time myself deciding not to use them,” Dick said. “But suppose we forget it. No harm is done and I am glad that you realized afterwards what you had done.” “And perhaps you will be glad to know that Andrews and I are friends now.”

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LOIS PAINTER, Second Prize The sun is rising over the distant hills; the lake is calm and rippling. On the lake may be seen a lone canoe, floating idly over the water. Everything suggests an attitude of peace and calm, of hope and a new beginning, from the highest hilltop to the surface of the clear water. In the canoe sits a lone figure with strong, upright hearing. It is a native Indian, a stalwart warrior, with head held high, and gazing toward the rising sun. He seems to be taking strength and courage anew with the coming of the new day. IKfjree ®ppeUmtten Hdjeets” i HAROLD PINCHES, ’18, Third Prize “There is a letter for you on the library table,” said Dick Morton’s mother when he came home from school. He was a Junior in Fairview High School. He took the letter and his hooks to his room. When he opened the letter he found a note from his friend, George Bell, who lived in Hillton, a town about twenty miles from Fairview. There were also three typewritten sheets in the letter. Fairview and Hillton were going to have a debate in a few weeks, and those typewritten sheets meant very much to Dick because they contained a number of arguments on both sides of the question, and Dick was a member of Fairview’s team. “Good hoy, George,” Dick said, after he looked through the arguments. “You still stand by Fairview if you have been gone six months.” After supper Dick went to the library to get a book that had some information about the debate. He got the book and then went to look at the “Hillton Daily News.” One of the items which he noticed was a list of the people who were to debate for Hillton. One of the names was Dan Andrews. As soon as Dick read that name he thought, “Why that is the fellow George got into trouble with a few weeks ago.” Dick soon finished looking at the paper and started home. Just as he turned in at the gate a thought which had been in the back of his mind all the way home suddenly came to the front. “I wonder if George copied Hillton’s arguments and sent them to me to get even with Andrews. And Andrews is on the team opposing me. If I use those arguments he will probably he beaten.” 7

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TIME TATTLER, VOL. 5 CONNEAUT, OHIO, FEBRUARY, 1916 No. 3 EDITORIAL STAFF Editor in Chief.. .Freudin Johnson Literary Editor....Alyce Kurtz •Art Editor........Elizabeth Smith Society Editor......Cora King Humorous Editor. . . .Helen Zundel Ass’t. Soc. Editor. .. Celia Jacobs Subscription Mgr..... Ethel Taylor Advertising Mgr.. . . Ruth Kelley Ass’t. Ad. Mgrs....Harry Galinsky, Hugh Coughlin and Russell Connell I The old time garden path they paced. In the days of long ago; His arm encircled Martha’s waist. Their steps were staid and slow. The twilight shadows fell apace O’er sweet Virginia’s land. As at Martha s feet with courtly grace He knelt and kissed her hand. They lingered by the lilac tree And earnestly he said: Sweet widow custis, dear to me. Oh! prithee let us wed.” She shyly shook her silken curls; Now George just tell me true. Have you proposed to other Girls?” Raid truthful George, A few.” My love is true as stars above,” Said she, and is it so I really am your heart’s first love?” Said thruthful George Oh no.” Said Martha, then I’ll be your wife, I cannot fear forsooth. To trust my happiness and life To one who speaks the truth.” 9