Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1917 volume:

THE TATTLER VOL. VI. NO. 3 ST. PATRICK’S DAY NUMBER CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER LITERARY Bill’s Disgrace (By Miriam Davis, ’18) ....... Grandfather’s Story (By Harriet S. Hogle, ’2 0) . The Hurdy-Gurdy (By Alyce M. Morton, ’20) .... A Day of Mishaps (By Alyce M. Morton, ’20) ... EDITORIALS HONOR ROLL EXCHANGES SOCIETY ATHLETICS JOKES Page i. 8 EDITED BY THE AU FAIT AND OXFORD SOCIETIES C. H. S. Basketball Team, 16 - '17 Top row—Coach Irwin, Harvey Puffer, George Saville, Manager. Center row—George Hubbard, Harry Cameron, Russell Jones, Charles Eades Bottom row—Kline Loomis, Edwin Zack. C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main 3 BILL’S DISGRACE. (First Prize Story.) Bill was in disgrace. For a young giant of seventeen, who played football like a wildcat and was regarded by the coach as the likeliest half-back the Barton Harbor High had ever had, to appear in the assembly hall in the discarded finery of the school scrub-woman, was nothing less than stupid, according to Professor Ryan; and the effect of his arraignment before the entire class had been to arouse in the easy, good-natured boy a bitter antagonism which was worse than his silly prank. “I consider this a clownish breach of discipline, Boyer,” the professor was saying, ‘‘and I shall make an example of you, William Boyer. You may take your choice of expulsion, or of appearing in that ridiculous makeup on the gridiron tomorrow. And”—as Bill started toward the door— ‘‘you may have today to think it over.” The boy was conscious of the titter that followed him out of the assembly room. On the way down stairs he divested himself of the now hateful plaid silk waist, split down the back from shoulder to belt, and tore the ridiculous little hat held on by a shoe string from its perch on his shock of brown hair, rolled them into a wad and threw them in the darkest corner of the gymnasium as he went to his locker. He pulled his sweater over his head, his cap down over his eyes and went out into the October morning. He was loath to see his aunt. So he trudged down one street after another and out upon a country road. 4 THE TATTLER Why was it that he had nothing as other boys had? Home? Home was a Michigan fruit farm, twenty miles back from the lake. He supposed that he would be sent for as soon as the news reached his father. For his aunt would lose no time in reporting over the phone the disgrace Bill had brought on her household by his rube tricks. It was late before he slouched into town again. It was Friday afternoon, and he knew that he would not meet any of the boys for they would be at practice. As for the girls. Bill had never cared a rap for them, so that not until the flying figure had stopped beside him, did he suddenly remember that Rose Wilson was the principal’s niece. “Oh, Mr. Boyer, I want to ask you something,” she said. Bill stopped gravely, his eyes taking in the girlish figure in the long plaid coat and felt hat. “Whatever made you do it?” she asked. Then she broke into a laugh. “You looked so funny. That awful bonnet!” “I did it for a joke.” “Of course,” answered the girl. “The girls are laughing yet. It—it isn’t so funny about tomorrow, is it?” “You don’t suppose I’m going to wear that rig tomorrow?” “Oh, why------” “Not on your life, I don’t. I am going to Chicago, as soon as I earn money enough.” She looked at him timidly. “I wouldn’t let him expel me,” she said forcefully. “He gave you a choice, didn’t he? And there’s the game. They’ll lose it without you.” “I don’t care.” “Yes you do. I heard Uncle Robert say that it was your touchdown that won last Saturday.” “I couldn’t have made it in a silk waist and dizzy hat,” grinned Bill. “Say, what are you trying to do, make me go down there and make a fool of myself?” “I’m trying to get you to play the game, yes,” she answered. “Oh, all right, I’ll play. But not in Nora’s silk waist, even if it is the last game with them. I threw the dog-gone stuff away.” “Is that all that is preventing you, Bill? I was the first one in the gymnasium tonight. I saw those things and put them in my locker. Here is the key. You can get them if you hurry.” He turned. “I’ll think it over but I cannot promise.” “Please?” “What! Do you care?” he asked. She looked at him for a moment then said, “Yes, I do,” and fled down the street toward her home. The boy looked after her, then turned and strode off in the opposite direction. � On Saturday afternoon, when Bill trotted out on the Barton High field, his maroon-colored sweater was easily distinguished from the others, and C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main. 5 the professor was conscious of a feeling of disappointment. He had not forbidden Bill to play the game. But he had hoped that the boy would either coine as he commanded or not come at all. The Waterford team against which the Barton Harbor High boys were to play was already on the field. Professor Smith, teacher of chemistry and physics, had consented to referee. “All ready!” cried the referee. “Oh-h-h,” shouted the crowd. “Wow!” yelled the team, and------ “What the deuce,” grumbled the Waterford boys. For as Bill’s sweater was drawn briskly over his head, there was revealed the gay plaid of Nora’s waist. Solemnly producing the ridiculous hat, Bill snapped the broad rubber under his chin, and with perfect gravity saluted his principal. This was too much for Professor Ryan, and before he had recovered his dignity again the game was on. Bill had a way of playing as though he thought the game had to be won in the first ten minutes, and the very first time he gathered the ball up and broke through the line, head down, his hat went flying, and after he had mixed in a few scrimmages, the waist streamed in ribbons from his shoulders. At the end of the first half the score was six to two in favor of Barton Harbor. The second half began tamely enough. The ball moved up and down the field, never getting beyond the twenty yard line on either side until Bill, pivoting from the clutches of the Waterford tackle, left the amazed youth clutching in his hand a section of Nora’s waist, while he went flying up the field like a deer. The Waterford back shot forward and Bill, who had slowed up a bit, shifted the ball, dodged to one side with a long oblique stride, leaving another remnant of Nora’s waist behind, while he flew on unchallenged to his third touchdown. The school went wild, the referee blew his whistle, and the game was over. Then they mobbed Bill. When, at last, Bill had sheepishly surrendered the last shred of silk to the souvenir-hunting school girls, he drew on his sweater and started homeward. Rose had not appeared. Now that the game was over he thought that she would never look at him again, so he trudged along gloomily. “Bill, oh, Bill!” hailed a voice from behind. He turned. “You did just fine,” she asserted. “Maybe I’ll have a chance to do something for you some day.” “You have!” he blurted out—then stopped. “May I walk home with you?” “Of course,” murmured Rose. He carried her coat and a large bunch of asters she had gathered. When the knight of old entered the lists for his fair lady’s sake—did he not flaunt her colors? —Miriam Davis '18. 6 THE TATTLER GRANDFATHER’S STORY. (Second Prize Story.) LOSt—Somewhere between sunrise and sunset two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered as they are gone forever. “Boys,” began grandfather after he had repeated the above lines, “never lose your golden hours as they are very precious indeed.” Great-grandfather Brown was now’ over eighty years old. He had lived a hard life and was now ready to settle down and live the rest of his life in quiet and peace. John and Henry, now ten and thirteen respectively, delighted to hear of their grandfather’s younger days, how he had to get up in the morning at five o’clock and go down the old lane to the wood after the cows; how, all alone, he would go barefooted, even when the frost was on the ground which would make him run fast to keep warm. At last, when the cows were ready to go to the milking shed, grandfather, in order to get his feet warm, w'ould step into the place w’here the last cow had lain. “Why, grandfather, tell us another one of your stories about yourself,” cried both boys at once. “Well, I have just been thinking,” said grandfather, “of the days when 1 was about your age, perhaps fourteen. I thought when 1 had learned the three “R’s”—reading, ’riting and ’rithmetic—that was enough. My father thought differently, so I decided to quit school never to go back. I did, but it did little good, for the next day 1 was marched back to school by my father after a good lecturing. I then took it upon myself to leave school anyway. I would run away. “The next morning my mother packed my lunch and sent me off to school. I had about ninety-five cents in my bank. These coins now danced merrily in my pocket. I did not go to the school house, but went in the opposite direction. 1 walked all day and at night came to a large farmhouse. 1 went briskly to the door and asked for a night’s lodging. ‘No, sir, we don’t keep tramps.’ The door was slammed shut and I was left in total darkness to think of my comfortable bed at home. I dared not think of my mother. I decided to go on with my journey. The night was damp and chilly and I was tired and hungry. But my hopes were somewhat restored when I saw in the distance bright lights. As I came nearer, sounds of laughter and loud talking could be heard. I could now look into the large room. A bright, crackling fire was in the fireplace and beautiful music floated out upon the misty air inviting all to come inside. But, boys, nobody knows how I have regretted that day, for it was here I took a great step into the path of wrong which is so easy for us to follow. I was very hungry and soon a young man came up to me and asked me to have a little drink with him. It was easy to refuse the first time but he quickly saw I was chilling and again invited me to a glass saying it would warm me. It was here my lips first touched the red stuff that ‘biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder.’ It was here I lost my golden hours never to be recovered again. I could not get work, I was ashamed to go back home; so I had nothing to keep me busy. Matters went from bad to worse and I C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main. 7 soon found myself fastened to a habit which is so hard to overcome. One day while in one of my worst conditions my father happened to pass through the town and although I was now a grown man he recognized his son at once. He took me very kindly into his buggy and turned the horse toward home. I was put into my own comfortable bed that I had left several years before. When I awoke in the morning I was bewildered. What could it all mean? Had I had a dream? Everything was just as I had left it on that bright, sunny morning. Then thoughts of my mother came crowding to my mind and a fearful dread came over me. I arose hastily, dressed and hurried down stairs. Father was reading. • ‘Where’s mother?’ I gasped. ‘John, your mother has gone to her final resting place and her last words were of you, my dear boy.’ Oh, how my heart ached. Right then and there I vowed I would mend my ways. I have spent many hard years in overcoming my great enemy, drink, and by the grace of God, let us hope I have throughly succeeded. Boys, take my advice, make every hour, minute and second count.” —Harriet S. Hogle ’20. THE HURDY-GURDY. “Listen, what is that?” asked brother. “Oh! I know,” he shouted, a moment later. “Come on, sister, here it comes!” He caught little sister’s hand, and away they sped down the street, for was not the most wonderful instrument they had ever known coming slowly down the street this very minute? Soon it come in view, and both brother’s and sister’s eyes, ears and mouths were wide open to catch every sound that issued forth from the old, dilapidated hurdy-gurdy. On each side of this wonderful and interesting instrument were painted bright pictures. One was a market scene depicting happy, smiling peasants selling their wares to the passers-by. The other was a picture of a castle in Milan. Lords and ladies strolled here and there in the beautiful gardens. Flowers were everywhere. The trees were full of beautiful birds with gaily colored plumage and, no doubt, they were singing their best songs to the people of the castle. A cage containing a gaily colored, lively little parrot was hung near the front of the hurdy-gurdy, and the parrot was doing his best to keep up with the lively music. The whole affair was drawn by a patient, sleepy little mule, who looked as if he had never enjoyed a square meal in his life. But the owner, who was an Italian, was the queerest of all. T do not remember his name, so suppose we call him Guiseppe. He wore a queer little black velvet jacket, which was prettily embroidered with beads, and under the jacket was worn a bright yellow blouse. The knee-breeches he wore, might have at a time been a bright red velvet, but they were so worn and shabby, that little color was distinguishable. He wore a wide sash, in which appeared every color imaginable. On his head was a funny turban of bright orange, and here and there glimpses of black curly hair could be seen. Large gold rings hung from his ears and around his neck he wore 8 THE TATTLER many strings of bright colored beads. His eyes were black as coal and when he laughed, his white, even teeth were seen. But there, he has stopped playing, and there appears a tiny monkey in a red hat and coat. We had not noticed him before, for he had been curled up by the parrot’s cage, fast asleep, until Guiseppe awakened him, and bade him “get the pennies.” Off came his tiny hat. He walked up to the crowd of boys and girls who had gathered about, and soon his hat was filled with pennies, nickels and dimes, which I think were well earned. In Guiseppe’s native land, Italy, he told us that the little children are always on the watch for a hurdy-gurdy, because they are fond of dancing to its music. I can remember when I used to watch for one, too, can’t you? —Alyce Morton ’20. A DAY OF MISHAPS. My mishaps began the first thing in the morning by my button-hook’s persistence to keep out of sight. No matter where I hunted, no buttonhook came to view. At breakfast, my elbow came in contact with the milk pitcher. You may imagine the rest! A picture of me sitting with a quart of milk in my lap and a look of blank astonishment on my face! If anyone could have secured that picture and sent it to a photo contest, the editors would never have parted with it, and given it three first prizes. Yes, sure enough, they would have! During my process of dressing for school, troubles were resumed. My hair brush and comb are mischievous as it is, but on this particular morning when everything was in a tantalizing mood, they acted like the naughtiest of naughty children. My comb became entangled in a mass of knots, and imagine my plight. At last I disentangled it, but a generous handful of hair accompanied it. Ties became crooked, ribbons acted as if they had never seen starch. At last I turned my attention to my room. There I was, standing among mountains of hats, islands of clothes, and archipelagoes of shoes, for I had just come home from my vacation the night before and had had no time to settle down. I was almost in despair, but I set to work with a resolute air, and by the time school time came, I had disposed of the mountains and islands. And then at school—oh! I never want such another school day. My pen was found under my paper knife, and the paper knife came to view beneath the largest and heaviest book in my possession. On my way from one classroom to another, while ascending the stairs, my ankle turned, books, pencils, pens and papers flew right and left. Oh, but where I had rather been than there. Any place T am sure. At last my possessions were collected and I went on my way. It seems that this was not to be the last I would heard of that mysterious little brownie who is continually hiding our belongings, for my gloves and hat disappeared from the cloak room, and search where I might, I never found them. C. J. FREW, The Florist, 313 Broad St., Phone 1381Main. 9 That night just as I was about to jump into bed, the bottom of my foot found a tack. The yell I gave echoed and re-echoed. This was a finishing touch, I suppose to my day of mishaps. —Alyce M. Morton ’20. RULES AND REGULATIONS FOR THE TYPEWRITING CLASSES. 1. You must not remain silent in the typewriting room for more than two seconds at a time or you will be immediately ejected therefrom. 2. Do not decide to get out a perfect copy when the warning bell rings and then abuse others ears with your flavorous language. 3. If the Ford you’re using balks and the gasolene refuses to go through the carburetor freely, just turn it upside down and step out in the hall, get the fire extinguisher and give it a bath. It probably has not had one since it was made. 4. Never hand in a copy which has less than 27% errors on it or it will not be accepted. 5. Please do not place letters on the page straight as a crooked man cannot read them. 6. If you are sent from the room more than three times each day you will receive 20 per cent, extra credit. 7. Never use shields on typewriters as it is hard on the eyes. 8. The wastepaper basket is not put in the corner to put the paper in, but so that paper will not be scattered all over the floor. Just throw at it. 9. The wastepaper basket has St. Vitus’ dance, so don’t try to hit it; it is nervous enough now without making it any more so. 10. Girls, if the ribbon on your machine is not red, use your hair ribbon. 11. Be sure your chair is not on the verge of collapse before sitting down. 12. If the machine you’re using falls off the table just kick It out of sight; no one will ever miss it. 13. Don’t cover up your machine, leave it Underwood. 14. Don’t say shoot, say Remington. 15. Don’t bother your teacher about trifles, tell Oliver about it. 16. If your mother is out of baking powder take her your Royal. 17. If you don’t like these rules make some worse. HE COULD TRUST HER. “Rufus, you old loafer! Do you think it’s right to leave your wife at the wash-tub while you pass your time fishing?” “Yassuh, jedge, 's all right. Mah wife don’ need watchin.’ She’ll sho-ly wuk jes’ as hard es ef ah wuz dar.” Heard in German 12A—Minnie Rubenstein: “He picked up his head.” THE TATTLER VOL. VI. Published by Au Fait and Oxford Societies NO. 3 Ruth Kelley.......... Alice Kurtz.......... Nellie Adams......... Robert Hammerstrand Margaret McKenzie . . Eleanor Walker....... Darwin Mushrush Mabel Hammond ) Ruth Kelley ) Miss L. E. Kahler STAFF BUSINESS STAFF . . Editor-in-chief . Literary Editor Humorous Editor . . Athletic Editor . . Society Editor ......Art Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Managers FACULTY ADVISORS. Miss Gay Kellogg ABRAHAM LINCOLN. From earliest childhood we have been taught to know and love the gaunt homely features of Abraham Lincoln. When we repeat the well known address at Gettysburg it is with reverence for the great mind that conceived it. With our thoughts sobered by conditions in this country and abroad, with the war cloud hovering on all sides, the high moral qualities and statesmanship exemplified in Lincoln’s life and the crisis of the Civil War come forcibly back to us. Of humble parentage and no advantages in education, the career of Lincoln will always be upheld as one of the greatest of American presidents, and one by which we, with our present day advantages, may well profit. The years as they pass will show him to each generation as the highest type of American manhood, and an example of what firmness and sagacity of character with ambition to succeed, can do in the face of rude surroundings and few opportunities. THK DEBATING CLUB. Demosthenes and Cicero again in the limelight. Where? C. H. S. When? Every day to the Debating Club and on April 20 to the public. C. J. FREW, The Florist, ‘213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main. 11 The Debating Club, under the supervision of Mr. Matson, is working hard to put up a creditable showing in the Interscholastic Debate. The Club is a new organization in C. H. S. and is purely honorary. For those members who do the required work there will be at Commencement a reward of a suitable emblem, carrying with it the significance of membership in an honorary society of the high school. The aim of the club is to develop in its members forceful oratory and to develop logical thinking. Let us all work together to make the Debating Club a success. PROTECT FEATHERED FRIENDS IS APPEAL PERSONALLY MADE BY COLONEL G. O. SHIELDS. Colonel G. O. Shields, one of the foremost figures of America in the world of the great outdoors, spoke to two large audiences in the auditorium Tuesday, February 27. His talk was upon birds in general and our duty in looking after their welfare. We owe gratitude to the Mothers’ Club for the privilege of listening to Colonel Shields, for it was they who brought him to Conneaut. As founder and president of the League of American Sportsmen, founder of the Campfire Girls of America, of which many girls in C. H. S. are members, and as publisher for seventeen years of “Recreation,” the great outdoor magazine, he has become recognized as an eminent authority of the subject to which he has given his attention for the last forty years. He spoke, in the forenoon, to the school children of the third to the sixth grades. In the afternoon he spoke to members of the Mothers’ club, under whose auspices he was brought here, and to students of the high school and the seventh and eighth grades. “The Conservation of Wild Life” was Colonel Shields’ theme. He spoke of the importance of birds and the part they play in our welfare. His talk was illustrated by many beautiful pictures which were thrown on a screen at the front of the auditorium. While not in sympathy with Colonel Shields’ slighting remarks about our foreign elements, we enjoyed his lecture very much and shall hope to have the pleasure of listening to him again. THE SIMPLIFIED GRADUATION. For some time much has been said about the unnecessary extravagance displayed at the modern graduation not only in the elaborate gowns worn by the girls but in the display of gifts sometimes equal to that of the modern bride. This not only causes feeling among those who are not as fortunate as others, but also detracts from the true spirit of graduation. We admire the sensible plan adopted by the graduating class this year. The class has voted to use the money which would otherwise be spent in useless extravagance, for a delightful and instructive trip to Washington under the chaperonage of Miss Kahler and Mr. and Mrs. Matson. When we consider the advantages and education derived from the trip to Washington, and how much more sensible it is to spend our money on 12 THE TATTLER such a trip than on extravagant clothes, we are sure the classes that graduate in the future will also want to adopt this same plan for Commencement. HONOR ROLL FOR THE SECOND QUARTER. SENIORS. Marion Dusenbury .............91% Kline Loomis .................92% John Myllymaki................90 Ralph Packer .................91 George Saville .................91% JUNIORS. Ruby Bennett .................91% Arthur Brown .................94% Ralph Crombie ................89% Charles Eades ................94% Ila Belle Gray ...............95% Doris Hunt................... 89 4-5 (5 Studies.) Edna McDonald ................95% Anna Northrope................91 Helen Orcutt .................93% Harold Pinches................94 Calvin Rankin ................95% SOPHOMORES. Edna Benson ..................91 Georgia Bixler................89% Catherine Blickensderfer .....90% Caroline Bromfield ............95% Ruth Campbell.................90 Hugh Coughlan ................95% Harry Galinsky ...............96% Charles Kinney ...............90% Gaylord La.pham ...............89% Robert MacFarland ............91 Gordon Prince ................91% Douglas Reid .................92 Cleman Rhoads .................89% Mabelle Wheeler ..............92% FRESHMEN. Selma Anderson ...............96% Bertha Barsky ................93% Alice Breen ..................90 Mildred Coburn ...............94 Hazel Coughlan ...............93% Florence Davison .............89% Helen Doffort.................90% Elva Draves ..................96 Howard Feldstein .............92% Ward Hill.....................90% Alyce Morton .................90% Marion Olmsted ...............89% George Smith .................91 % Francis Sweet ................94 EXCHANGES. We wish to acknowledge the following exchanges: “The Weekly Original,” Marietta, Ohio. A splendid paper in newspaper form. “The Dart,” Ashtabula, Ohio. Our best exchange. Your paper is certainly fine. “The Brightonian,” Brighton, Colorado. We congratulate you on your newsy and up-to-date paper. “The Bulletin,” Steubenville, Ohio. Your paper is fine, but we would suggest that you keep your Joke Department separate from the advertising. C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Ilroad St., Phone 1281-Main. 13 SENIORS HAVE TARTY. After attending the basketball game between the Andover and C. H. S. girls on February 2, the seniors and basketball girls gave a party in the high school gymnasium. The evening was spent playing games and delicious refreshments were served. THE PIROUETTE CLUB ENTERTAIN. The Pirouette Club held a party in the Elks’ clubrooms on Tuesday, February 20. The guests numbered about seventy couples from the high school and town young people. Excellent music was furnished by Heath s four-piece orchestra and the evening was greatly enjoyed. Punch and wafers were served during the party. SOPHOMORE PARTY. On Wednesday, Feb. 21, the sophomores held a party in the high school gymnasium. All students having between four and eight points were present. Games and music were the leading features of the evening and every one had a ripping” good time as he expressed it. At ten-thirty 14 THE TATTLER the girls served ice cream and cake and the party broke up early on account of its being a school night. But they all decided it would not be the last one. C. S. S. CLUB HAVE PARTY. On one of the coldest nights this winter, Feb. 2, the C. S. S. club gave a dancing party in the armory. Over sixty couples were present. Everyone had a good time owing to the effort the boys put forth to entertain their guests. As the guests departed they wished in their hearts that another party would soon follow. THE WILD ROSE. “The Wild Rose,” an operetta by Rhys Herbert, presented in the high school auditorium Friday evening, Feb. 23, by the high school girls’ glee club and the high school orchestra, was an entertainment of more than usual merit and was exceptionally pleasing to a large audience that nearly filled the auditorium. The operetta told the story of interesting and amusing adventures, nearly all the parts of which were sung. With the exception of the leading roles assumed by Miss Margaret Irwin and Miss Helen Zundel all the parts were taken by high school pupils. The great success of the operetta was due to the time and efforts of Mrs. Young, Miss Sykes and Professor Williamson. Much credit is due the girls who so faithfully attended the rehearsals and proved the worth of their training by the manner in which they rendered the various parts. A DESCRIPTION. During a great financial flurry, a German farmer went to the bank for some money. He was told that the bank was not paying out money, but was using cashier’s checks. He could not understand this, and insisted on money. The officers took him in hand, one at a time, with little effect. At last the president tried his hand, and after a long and minute explanation some intelligence of the situation seemed to be dawning on the farmer’s mind. Finally the president said: “You under- stand now fully how it is, Hans, don’t you?” “Yes,” said Hans, “I think I do. It’s like dis, aind’t it? Ven baby vakes up at night and vants some milk, I gif him a milk ticket.” She went down to the round house And interviewed an oiler: “What is that thing?” “Why,” he replied, “That is the engine boiler.” “And why do they boil engines?” asked The maiden, sweet and slender: “They do it,” said the honest man, “To make the engine tender.” C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Rroad St., Phone 1281Main. 15 T c§ CONNEAUT VS. HARBOR. The lineup: Conneaut High School Harbor High School Jones ......................... R. F......................... Nogal Hubbard ....................... L. F........................ Powers Puffer......................... C..........................Hoskins Zack .......................... R. G......................... Brink Eades.......................... L. G.........................Pilmer C. H. S. lost its first county game of the season to Harbor High school by a score of 32 to 19. C. H. S. played the opponents off their feet the first half but the superior strength and endurance of the Harbor team enabled them to win. Hubbard was the big noise for C. H. S., making two 16 THE TATTLER field baskets and nine fouls. For Harbor Nogal, Hoskins and Powers did the best work. CONNEAUT VS. GENEVA. Conneaut was again defeated by Geneva, 26 to 0, February 16. Con-neaut had better teamwork, but was unable to score against Geneva. The lineup: Conneaut High School Geneva High School Hubbard .................... R. F..................... G. Miller Jones ........................ L. F.............. E. Miller Puffer........................ C........................... Patten Eades......................... L. G....................... Lampson Zack ......................... R. G.......................... Nash CONNEAUT VS. JEFFERSON. Conneaut High school easily defeated J. H. S. on their home floor Jan. 27. It was a big night for Jones and Puffer who shot 19 baskets between them. The lineup: Conneaut High School Jefferson High School Jones L. F Wilson Loomis Puffer C Zack L. G Eades R. G Substitutions—Hubbard for Zack, Cameron for Eades. A. H. S. VS. C. H. S. Ashtabula loomed up strong and easily defeated C. H. S. on Ashtabula’s floor Feb. 7. Guanueri and Rannie were Ashtabula’s big scorers, while Hubbard did most of Conneaut’s scoring. The lineup: Conneaut High School Ashtabula High School Hubbard .... L. F Loomis R. F Eades c Cameron L. G Zack R. G Substitutions—Puffer for Eades, Eades for Cameron, Hubbard for Puffer, Jones for Hubbard, Ducro for Steward. C. H. S. GIRLS VS. G. H. S. GIRLS. While the boys were being trounced at Geneva the girls were defeating the G. H. S. girls in a game that was played overtime. C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main 1.7 The lineup: Conneaut High School Barnes . . L. F Geneva High School Sharpe . . R. F Benson Torrence , . C. G Reid . . L. G. Barber . R. G C. H. S. GIRLS VS. GENEVA. C. H. S. girls were defeated in a very close game at Geneva, February 17. The girls did not get started until the last quarter and could not overcome the lead. The score, 7 to 5. C. H. S. GIRLS VS. ANDOVER GIRLS. C. H. S. girls swamped the Andover high girls Feb. 28, by a score of 28 to 0. C. H. S. shot baskets from all parts of the floor. The lineup: Conneaut High School Barnes . . R. F. . Andover High School Sharpe . . L. F. . . Benson Torrence . C. G Barber . R. G Reid . L. G C. H. S. VS. G. H. S. C. H. S. was defeated by Geneva Feb. 2. The two Millers were the stars for Geneva, while Hubbard and Eades played well for Conneaut. CONNEAUT VS. PAINESVILLE. Painesville defeated Conneaut at Painesville February 10 by a score of 29 to 16. Greenfield and Nye were the stars for Painesville while Hubbard was the big noise for Conneaut. CONNEAUT VS. AUSTINBURG. Conneaut easily defeated Austinburg at Conneaut by a score of 31-21. Hubbard and Jones were the big point getters for Conneaut while McClelland made the most of Austinburg’s points. Conneaut High School Grand River Institute Jones Loomis Hubbard Eades Zack Substitutions—Puffer for Hubbard, Hubbard for Loomis. 18 THE TATTLER SMITH VS. VARSITY. Smith again showed its superiority over the Varsity by winning the first of a series of three games to be played. Varsity has the enthusiasm and if enthusiasm is any criterion they should make a pretty fair showing against the Smith. Smith Society Varsity Society Jones ........................ R. F..........................Saville Loomis ....................... L. F........................... McKee Hubbard ..................,... C.............................. Puffer Eades......................... R. G...................... Rubenstein Cameron ...................... L. G............................ Zack Substitutions—Punkar for Rubenstein. OONNEAUT VS. PAINESVILLE. Coming from behind C. H. S. won a well earned victory from Paines-ville by splendid all-around work. The score at the first half was 12 to 7 but the C. H. S. boys rallied and the score at the end of the game stood 29 to 19. Lineup: Conneaut High School Painesville High School Hubbard Jones Puffer C Eades Rnnt Zack L. G Substitutions—Eades for Puffer; Saville for Eades. NOTHING IN IT. A railroad had an old negro watchman on one of the crossings. One night a wagon belonging to a farmer was struck, resulting in a bad accident. The company was, of course, sued for damages, and at the trial the old darkey replied to the questions put to him in a clear, direct fashion. Among these questions was one as to whether he was sure that he swung his lantern across the road when he perceived the train approaching. The negro replied: “I shorely did, sah!” The trial resulted in a verdict for the railroad company and the counsel took early opportunity to compliment the aged negro on his excellent testimony, to which the latter replied: “Thankee, Marse John, but I wras shorely skeered when dat lawyer man begin to ask me about de lantern. I was afraid for a minute dat he was going to ask me if it was lit or not. De oil done give out befor’ de accident.” C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main. 19 Miss Sykes—“Well Arthur, where was Athelstane all this time?” Arthur Blakeslee—“Oh, why, he was in his coffin.” A new Freshman in Latin—“You praise your friend’s horse.” Marie Perkins in history—“The blood which flows through the artilleries.” Smart Freshman—“Say, John, where did you ever get cloth enough for those basketball pants?” John Hazeltine—“Oh, I ordered them six months in advance up at the Cleveland Tent Company. They take care of large orders.” 20 THE TATTLER Hoskins reading from English Classic in English class—“And minstrels that in measures vied, before the young and honey (bonny) bride.” Found—That all the Oxford society has to guard their border line, are the Limburger and N. Weaver brigades. Emperor Kalstrom declared war on Irving February 16. When you our stories read, We are sure that you will think No better stories than these Were ever written with pen or ink. The tales are long and good, And by our students they are told; The critics glance they have withstood. So to the Tattler they are sold. Miss Mitchell—“Then she turned into a street.” Miss Sykes—“Hamlet stabbed Polonius right through the curtain.” Give me, for mine, a summer night, A shady nook in the soft moonlight, A girl that’s sweet and fair to see. And you can leave the rest to me. How many of our boys does this verse apply to? Miss Alten—“Now, I’ve put you four boys in the back seats. I hope you won’t take advantage of the opportunity to whisper.” Geo. B. Hub.—“Opportunity knocks but once, Miss Alten.” Geo. Watson entering the study hall after the chemistry class had returned from the tannery— Who’s dead?” Mr. Henry in chemistry class—“The body contains about 2 lbs. of phosphorus, enough to make 6000 boxes of matches.” Conrad Punker—“I could make one match.” Mr. Henry—“You’ll do pretty good if you do.” Mr. Matson—“The teachers will have your schedule cards and will straighten you all on them.” After Mushrush’s announcement in the study hall, Freel suggests that it is a good thing the school is run on an honorary system. A Junior, as Ernest Smith left the study hall—“He took just four steps from Miss Kahler’s desk to the door. I counted them.” C. J. FREW, The Florist, 213 Broad St., Phone 1281-Main. 21 Said to Archie C. over the telephone—“Hello, is this Archie?” Archie C.—“Yes, sir.” Other party—“Will you please run out and see if the lights on the Main street school building are burning?” Archie C.—“Yes, sir, certainly, just one moment.” After a short pause, “Yes, they are burning.” Other party—“Now will you please blow them out?” Archie C.—“XX!! ????88!” Miss Alten—“Has anyone found a ‘Lady of the Lake?’ ” Marion Hamilton lost her shoe at the basketball practice. After some time she came walking in the locker with her shoe in her hand. Irene (Billy) Barnes—“Did you find your shoe?” Marion H. (speaking of Con” Reed)—“No, (Con) found it.” Mr. Henry—“My wife helped me correct these examination papers last night.” Mr. Leet—“My, I wish I had a wife!” Mr. Henry in physics class—“If anyone knows anything about regulating the boiling and freezing point get up on the floor.” Charles Risley—“Miss President.” Heard in a Senior metal work class—“I hain’t got no more dope.” Miss Sykes—“Laugh and the world laughs with you.” “Red” McCaig—“Yes, and snore and you sleep alone.” Marguerite M.—“They were ‘drownded.’ ” Minnie R.—“No, I go with the second batch.” JUST IMAGINE. George Hubbard—Flunking. Isabella Carroll—Not talking. Mr. Neal—Not saying, “Now, if you don’t understand, ask questions.” Dan Broderick—Not sending his note. Ruth Cook—Without her powder. Minnie Rubenstein—Not saying. “Bless my soul.” Mildred Gillars—With red hair. Ethel Taylor—Without dimples. The Freshmen never getting lost. Heard in Virgil—Grace Fredericks: “The sea went around in circles!” Frank Freel: “The horse was conspicuous with purple-gold.” 22 THE TATTLER FAVORITE SONGS. Wilma Sharp—A Little “Ray” of Sunshine. Ruby Anderson—Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight? Nellie Adams—I Want to Go Back to Michigan. Mildred Couch—Somebody’s Sweetheart I Want to Be. Elizabeth S.—Smother Me With Kisses. Dan B.—You’ll Find A Little Bit of Ireland Everywhere. Bob H.—Pass The Pickles. George S.—When I Get Back Again to Bonnie Scotland. Mildred G.—Won’t You Come and Love Me? Minnie R.—I’m a Lonesome Melody. Miriam B.—Won’t You Take Me Back Again? WHAT IS A KISS? A kiss is an application on the lips for heart trouble. Now, girls, don’t all get weak hearts. Miss Sykes in English 12A—“Conrad, explain that verse.” Conrad P.—“When the boy came in, Jenny’s mother gave him the ‘once over.’ ” Doesn’t Harold Pinches remind one of “Foxy Grandpa” when he wears those new “specs” of his? DEFINITIONS Freshman—Grassy; Sophomore—Sassy; Junior—Brassy; Senior— Classy. New 15th Street girl, seeing John Hazeltine in the hall: Oh, isn’t he cute?” A deadly calm settled over the study hall. A storm is coming. Oh, no, it’s Miss Kahler. WANTED—To know why the only time Milton Dagget can get in the limelight is between halves at the basketball games. Everyone. WANTED—To know what sort of medicine Anna uses to enable her throat to stand the terrible strain she puts on it at the girls’ basketball games. One who would like to get some. WANTED—Some parties. The Juniors. WANTED—To know why Mr. Irwin never smiles during his study hall section. The students. LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN—The Seniors’ liking for study. Finder please return at once and receive reward. The teachers. Ruth Joslin—“Is she a boy or a girl?” ACADEMY THEATRE (THE HOUSE OF FEATURES) You See A High-Priced Feature Every Day At This Popular Photoplay House. Now Showing Mrs. Vernon Castle in “PATRIA,” The Serial Supreme; also Blue Bird Pictures, than which there are none better; Wm. Fox Films, each one a Special Feature; K. E. S. E.; Paramount; World Brady-Made; Bray Cartoons, and other top-notchers. COMPARE THIS PROGRAM WITH ANY OTHER IN THE COUNTRY. H. B. KURTZ — THE HALLMARK STORE “Hallmark” stands for uniform quality, service and fair prices. Be guided by this sign. JEWELRY — WATCHES — CUT GLASS — SILVERWARE — VICTROLAS F. D. SAWDEY, FURNITURE, RUGS, SEWING MACHINES PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. THE MUTUAL LOAN TRUST COMPANY Capital, $100,000.00 Surplus, $60,000.00 WE PAY FOUR (4) PER CENT. INTEREST ON TIME DEPOSITS — WATCH — for our new line of CHARLIE WONG COMMENCEMENT NOVELTIES. T. C. HERRICK. Best Chinese Laundry In The City Main Street EASTMAN KODAKS AND PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND ENLARGING Our Work is the QUICKEST and the BEST. FRANK L. WHITMORE—REXALL STORE MRS. HELEN PRICE HOLLISTER, EXCLUSIVE MILLINERY, MAIN STREET FORD HARVEY For Spring Lines of Rugs, Linoleums, Filet Nets, Scrims, Paints, Varnishes, Brushes, Window Shades, and All Prices in Wall Paper from 8c per roll to $1.00. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. THE THREE INSEPARABLES —THRIFT —A BANK ACCOUNT —SUCCESS THE CITIZENS BANKING AND TRUST COMPANY. THE PRIDE OF CONNEAUT Makers of High Grade Candies, Chocolates and Bon Bons. Agents for Lowney’s and Stacey’s Chocolates. We make our own Ice Cream and Fruit Ices. CONNEAUT SUGAR BOWL Spero Treas, Proprietor. Special Attention Given To Students’ Eyes. iff M 1 OPTOMETRIST Judson Block Broad Street RALPH H. PITCHER JEWELER 246 Main Street Conneaut, Ohio CONNEAUT DRUG CO. Main Street GRANT SIX Overhead Valve Motor 1917 $875.00 Just Compare With Any And All Others. S. C. ANDREWS, Sales Agent PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. DRESSES YOUNG MEN CORRECTLY. Store 218 Main Street CITY GARAGE, State Street. W. F. CODY. CLEVELAND HOTEL The Only and The Best F. 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