Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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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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C. J. FREW, FLORIST, Broad Street Standards. The standards raised and maintained by the student body of any educational institution determines its standing not only at home but also among the other schools of its own rank. In every city we find one High School standing out prominently from the rest, not because of the personel of the faculty, although this of course has its influence, but because, perhaps years before, a company of students set a standard that those following were proud to keep aloft. In a school where the every day language of the student is careless, where, rather than make an effort to get the right word, a slang phrase is introduced, we find the standards of English low. Take a High School where there is no conversation, where the exchange of words is only chatter and small talk, and we find a school the students of which are unable to mingle comfortably with those, who, in their High School days, started to develop systematically the art of conversation. In order to develop the art of conversation it is necessary that the standard of reading be high, that the love story be placed where it belongs, as the spice of reading-and we do not need much of that; we need to vary our reading, to compel ourselves to read along the lines of history and science, and to hold ourselves to reading at least one literary masterpiece a fortnight. These things are conducive to a high moral standard in a student body, among whom a raw or coarse joke would fall flat. Our standards are high, but T6, T7, ’18 and ’19 can surely lift them higher. Ah-ha!-ah-heen! Who's-Who! Who's seen S-I-X-T-E-E-N! '16 O-wa-wi-ween! A-zee-zi-zeen! Conneaut! Conneaut! ’17 Ein zippate Zwei zippate Hah! Rah! Hurrah! ! Zehn-Acht! '18 O we-wi-wew! New-New-New! '19 W—H—O W-H--0 W—H—O Sh—sh—sh—sh B-O-O-M-M Conneaut! 10here ? If dame rumor is correct, and we believe she is, the congratulations of the student body are hereby tendered the “to Be’s.” HE may go to High School elsewhere, and college too, but where will HE find girls who compare with those in Conneaut!!! Vo C. Jf. s. O Conneaut, fair Conneaut, We’re proud to be of thine, Within thy walls we love to meet, And here our comrads all to greet, As from our hearts with glad acclaim, We sing thy praises and thy fame. O Conneaut, fair Conneaut, We love thy blue and white, The emblem of our pledge to truth, And love of purity, forsooth, While voices loyal join to cheer, O Conneaut, fair Conneaut.------F. A. J. 10