Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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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Page Six TIIE TATTLER A midshipman appearing at the door of the cabin, and saluting, announced: “There’s a young lady asleep in the cabin, sir.” “A what?” shouted the admiral, astonished. “Great Peter! Joan,” cried Craig excitedly. It was then necessary for Craig to explain Joan’s presence on the ship, to the admiral, after which it was decided there was nothing to be done but to have her remain on board and face the danger with the rest. Site was given a uniform so as not to be noticeable or distract the men should she appear suddenly during battle. There had been news of a small hostile fleet approaching New York and the Mosquito Fleet, as the United States fleet was called, expected battle before morning. Silently, eagerly, the crews watched and waited. Suddenly a shot from the deck watch pierced the air. The officers started and Joan jumped to her feet. The signal then rang from ship to ship. The enemy had been sighted. Admiral Johnson was immediately on deck and the crew assembled for orders. In a few minutes all was in readiness for combat. Joan followed the others out on deck but was forced back into the shelter of tin cabin. The hostile Meet opened fire about midnight. The first shot, directed at The Magnate, ripped the mast. Orders were sent by the admiral, from ship to ship, to separate and keep moving. For hours the battle raged. The angry sea tossed the ships about and a cold rain added to the hardships of the men. For a while Joan stood clinging to the post outside the cabin door. The crash of the cannon and tin flash of fire at first terrified her and she shuddered with horror. As the night wore on and wounded men were carried to the shelter of the cabin, Joan fell to work to help relieve their sufferings. Never had the night seemed so long, so never-ending and so terrible. Two ships of the Mosquito Fleet went down. The admiral had been seriously wounded and Craig was taking his place, an unprecedented situation. Joan stepped out on deck for a moment. The men were ghastly white, their haggard faces seemed almost despairing. The deck was strewn with wounded and dead and the noise of the cannon was deafening. Crash! The ship listed dangerously. Joan caught tin railing for support. Two men fell back on the deck. Joan hastened to them. She saw but one—her brother. Bending over him in a panic she called his name. Slowly he opened his eyes and whispered something. Joan bent low to hear. “The flag—it’s fallen—raise it—on the lower mast, the main one is gone, he gasped. “Tell the men to keep up their courage— tell them not to give up the ship.” Joan understood. The men were nearly exhausted with hunger

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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.”