Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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C. J. FREW, FLORIST, Broad Street “Millicent, go back, said the king, your life is endangered. The enemy have entered the city and are plundering and killing.” “Oh! Oh! hide with me; they want to kill you, Maurice,” pleaded Queen Millicent, her voice trembling. “I must not, 1 will not hide. Oh, promise me, Millicent, to stay in safety until I return for you,” said the king, extending his hand toward the queen. The queen stepped forward as if to grasp the hand extended toward her, hut fell before she reached it. King Maurice knelt to raise her, hut she was lifeless, a bullet had pierced her heart. “Millicent,” my queen,” sobbed the king, and lifting her in his arms he carried her to the great hall and laid her upon a lounge. As the crashing and booming of battle sounded nearer, he rushed from the palace flourishing his sword wildly, declaring in a loud voice that he would avenge the queen’s death. The palace grounds had already been entered by a band of the enemy and every door and window of.the castle had been made a target for many bullets. As King Maurice ran down the steps of the main entrance he was the target of many shots and never lived to accomplish bis revenge. The whole city was being shattered by shells and bullets. All that was of value was carried oil' by the soldiers. Those of the population who had been able to use weapons had fought the enemy bravely, but many were forced to seek safety elsewhere. In the meantime, Sammy and the baby Princess Rosella were still occupying the secret room. When the queen did not return, Sammy took it as a matter of course and for a time amused himself and the baby princess by rolling the bright buttons, as he called the jewels, from one end of the room to the other, and soon the costly gems were scattered here and there, lending a sparkling appearance to the whole room. When Sammy discovered the signet ring he laughed with delight and greatly pleased the baby princess by allowing her to hold it in her tiny hand. Finally the children grew tired and fell asleep. As the hours passed the sounds of battle grew less loud. At last they ceased altogether and night spread her wings of darkness over the scene of desolation and sorrow. Sammy was not at all frightened when he awakened in the dark. heeling about him he found the door and opened it. Then picking up the sleeping baby in his arms he carefully felt his way out of the palace, and going down the steps disappeared into the darkness. Continued in our next 6

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C. J. FREW, FLORIST, Broad Street but he could not open it. However, his efforts jarred the room and attracted the queen’s attention. “Why, bless you, how you frightened me!” she said. “I had quite forgotten your presence—1 hope you will pardon ine, and tell me what it is in that case you are so intent upon securing.” “It’s only an iron box, but I thought I’d see what was in it,” replied the boy, Hushing with embarrassment. “What is your name,” asked the queen, kindly. “Sammy,” replied the boy. “Well, Sammy, perhaps I can help you,” said the queen, propping the baby in a chair and coming to the boy’s side. The repeated efforts of the queen failed, and at last in exhaustion, she sank to her knees on the floor. The boy regarded her inquiringly. “Maybe I could kick the glass out,” he offered. “My shoes are real strong.” “No! No! protested the queen. “You might harm yourself and there is no help now,” she finished sadly. “But,” said she, rising, “I have a better plan.” So saying, she grasped the smallest of the chairs which furnished the room, and raising it in her hands struck the door of the case, shattering the heavy glass. This done, she procured the iron box and placing it upon the table proceeded to try the cover. I’lie cover refused to open, and Sammy, whose eyes had been wide open with excitement, was near tears at this discovery. The queen examined the box closely and discovered a tiny jewel in the lower corner. She was puzzled at finding this, and showing it to Sammy, she said, “Sammy, what do vou think of this jewel?” “I don’t know,” Sammy replied, “it looks like a shiny button.” “Which it is,” said the queen excitedly, and she pressed the button. The cover sprang open, disclosing a heap of sparkling jewels. In the center of the sparkling mass was a small plush box, which, upon opening, revealed a golden signet ring set with diamonds and emeralds. The inside of the ring was engraved in tiny letters. The queen picked the ring up in her hands to examine it. when she was startled by voices outside in the throne-room. “Great Jupiter, the walls have been taken,” said one excitedly. “ ’Tis better we all flee to safety,” said another, “their numbers are overwhelming.” “Men, do not despair,” pleaded a third voice, “do not forsake the honor of your country. Fight, men, fight for your country’s honor and glory. Away to the front,” he commanded in a loud voice. The queen recognized the voice of the third speaker to be that of her husband, and throwing open the door she faced him, terror written on her face. 5

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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