Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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.

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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

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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.