Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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Page Ten TIIE TATTLER $POR.T$ CALVIN RANKIN, Editor. TO OUR COACH. Our football team bad a season so great, We never let up practice no matter how late, Mr. Williamson, our coach, the credit belongs to you, That our victories were many, our defeats so few. To defeat Ashtabula was our greatest delight, So we practiced every morning, noon and night, Mr. Williamson, our coach, the credit belongs to you, That Ashtabula was defeated by the white and blue. Although we were not the County’s best, Of our record we are proud nevertheless, Mr. Williamson, we thank you for what you have done, You are the greatest coach, second to none. C. IT. S. Football Team.

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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

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tiip: tattler Page Pleven AFTER MANY MOONS. The Varsity Literary Society was finally able to cage the jinx that has haunted them for several years in Smith-Varsity contests by defeating the Smith in a basketball game 30 to 23. The game was played at the challenge of Varsity, although the odds were against them. The Smith, with Eades and Cameron of last year’s team, was thought to be stronger. The Varsity had two of last year’s players, Puffer and Zack, but Zack later developed a sore arm and the Varsity hopes fell to ten below zero. But they still had another shot in their locker, not to mention several dark horses, and so despite the concensus of opinion, they ran away with the game to the disgust of the Smith. In this game Smith and Rubenstein, of the Varsity, and Cowden, of the Smith, made their reputations. Smith scored more points than all the rest of his teammates together, while Cowden nearly equalled the points made by Eades, the star of the Smith team. Rubenstein proved, beyond a doubt, that it was not only in football, but in basketball, too, that he was destined to star. After he became accustomed to the difference between football and basketball rules, he showed that he was a newly discovered basketball satellite and he has not lost his reputation as such up to this time. The Smith team proved to be composed of tough characters and became rough so often that they presented the Varsity with eight points, due somewhat to Smith’s good eye at foul shooting. If Smith had been able to ease up on the violence, they would have been in the lead at the end. Line-up: Smith—23. Varsity—30. Curwood Left Forward. Punkar Cowden Right Forward. Puffer Eades Center. Smith Cameron Left Guard. Cox Right Guard. Whitnev Referee—Williamson. A CHRISTMAS PRESENT—FROM THE ALUMNI. The first game of the season was played on Christmas night and old C. H. S. certainly put up a hard and fast game against those annual opponents, the Ex-Highs. Smith, center, and Cowden, forward, jumped into the basketball hall of fame and showed that even though they are the youngest members of the team, they have careers ahead of them. Eades started at center, but was shifted to for-