Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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Page Eight LAWS OF THE SENIORS. THE TATTLER Now these are the laws of the High School, they are true though you may deem them junk, And the Senior that keeps them shall prosper, but the Senior that breaks them shall flunk. As the teacher depends on exams and giveth them day and night. So the strength of the school is the Senior and great are they in their might. Study daily from sun-up to moon-up, work hard and be not too gay; Remember the nights are for working, forget not the days are for play. The freshmen may ask aid of the sophomore, hut Seniors when their day has come, Remember the Seniors are different, go forth and depend on their own. Keep peace with the lords of the High School—Messrs. Matson, Sa-ville and Henry, Trouble not Miss Kahler, the busy, and knock not the powers that be. When Senior and Senior are arguing and neither will give up the fight, Leave it until finished and don’t break in by your might. When you argue with the faculty, don’t wrangle alone and afar, The bell may ring while you’re talking and the class time be lessened by war. The seat of a Senior his refuge and when he has made him his home Let not the freshman enter. Let not the sophomore come. The desk of a Senior is his, but, where he has marked it with signs The faculty shall give him notice and he shall pay a fine. If you try to bluff, be silent; and let not the faculty know. Lest ye be called upon in class and your marks fall down below. You must study for marks; for reputation, as hard as you can. But study not for pleasure; and seven times seven never cram. If you copy your work from a Wiser, take not all in thy pride. Copyright is the right of the meanest, leave him at least one side. The reputations of the classes are varied. Some need take no exams. But—if one class shirks, the pleasure to all the rest is denied. The Senior play is an honor, all may not take part; But come to the try-outs and read, you may find you’re a “shark.”

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Page Seven THE TATTLER and cold. If they could keep up the fight until dawn there was hope of victory. In that dreadful hour before dawn, Joan carried the message from man to man. Again and again it seemed she had fallen in the rain of bursting shells but always she appeared again unscathed by the shots. With difficulty slu1 made her way to the broken mast and gathered up the dag, soiled with smoke and torn with bullets. Then she climbed to the roof of tin upper cabin and fastened the dag to the ropes on the dag staff, (’rash! Joan felt a sharp, stinging pain in her arm. She grew dizzy and with an effort caught hold of the ropes and raised the dag to the top of the staff, then sank unconscious. Below on the deck in the drst gray light of dawn a midshipman caught sight of the dag. “Look, look.” he shouted to the others. The men looked and saw the stars and the stripes battered and torn but still waving victoriously. Fired with a new courage and determination, they put forth their final effort in the struggle. And then as the sun appeared, revealing the glory of a new day. a shout arose from all the ships, for there, from the mast of the enemies’ dagship, doated the white dag. .Sometime later The Magnate’s crew were banqueted at Washington and seated in the place of honor between the admiral and Ensign Craig, with bandaged arm, but smiling face, sat Joan, the heroine of The Magnate. Bingo, ’18 THE STUDY HALL CLOCK. Somewhat back from Sandusky street Stands the dear building where students meet. Past Minerva and up the stairs, To a large room full of worries and cares. And from the front of tin Study Hall, An ancient timepiece says to all,— ‘ ‘ Forever-Never. never-forever! ’ ’ Halfway up on the wall it stands, And when it so chooses swings around the hands, Which more often are seen to pause, All unmindful of the woe they cause But it is still there and sighs, Alas! With a sorrowful voice to students who pass ‘Forever-Never! never-forever! ’’ M. A. '18.

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TIIE TATTLER Page Nine Debate is the right of the brilliant. From all the club are named Only the Seniors who in High School are known to fame. Commencement is the grand finale. From all the class are some Who, through four years of study right brilliant have become. Study right is the right of the “sharks.” They can work their heads to the bone. In trying to make reputation and in gaining great renown. Because of her knowledge and thinking, because of the wonders she saw. In all that the law leaveth open, the word of Miss Kahler is law. Now these are the laws of the Seniors, and many and mighty are they. But the Book and the Word and the Letter is merely never to he gay. M. K. ’18. 0 CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel the vessel grim and daring: But 0 heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain ! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult, O shores! and ring, 0 bells! But I with mournful tread Walk the deck, my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. From Leaves of Grass, ” by Walt Whitman. Pub. by Small Maynard Co.. Boston