Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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VICTORY NUMBER VICTORY. Victory! Shout Victory! Americans can well appreciate that glorious word. We have gained our mark in the great war, and with due respect to every one concerned, we dedicate this number of our paper as the Victory Edition.

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THE TATTLER VICTORY NUMBER, 1919 I PUBLISHED BY THE TATTLER BOARD CONNEAUT HIGH SCHOOL

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ALICE M. MORTON, Editor. JUST AN AMERICAN He was a plain, ordinary boy, wore flashy neckties and socks which is justifiable to every school-boy in this age. He was given the name of just plain everyday “Son” by his father, although he had been given the name of Christopher upon his birth. Shortly after his birth, however, his father died and his whole care and support was necessarily given over to his mother. She being of an old fashioned nature, was undesirous of his mixing, or becoming over friendly, with the remaining boys of his immediate neighborhood. Only on rare occasions, as when in the school room, did he speak with boys and girls, and thus he grew up nearly unnoticed. Perhaps he wished to make friends, or even desired to join the other boys in their play, but on no occasions did his feelings allow him to disobey his mother’s desires. Perhaps a pretty girl had eventually left a train of some slight smile in his memory, but he realized his mother was opposed to his having intimate girl friends. Thus he had very few friends, no enemies, and spent all his extra time at home. He graduated, and, having no prominent part in the classday exercises, it is doubtful if very many people noticed him at all. Soon we were having controversies with Germany over the sinking of our ships and no settlement or agreement being made, we were in war. “Son” read with interest the news of the great struggle, and especially the debating of the draft issue, for he realized lie would be included in the draft registrants. The draft machinery was put in motion and the questionaires filled, and “Son” was one of the very first to leave the town, going with three others, who all had friends to see them off at the train. Not so with “Son;”—only his mother was present at their parting, and she, of course, was filled with gnei to have her boy leave home, since it was the first time they had ever been separated. Page Three