Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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THE TATTLER He was sent to a cantonment in an adjoining state for his training. Studying in his spare time he made rapid progress and advanced from Private to Corporal, and then to Sergeant Major. This rank he held when he left for France. One day the mailman stopped at the door with a card telling of his safe arrival overseas and his mother going to the window kissed the service flag she had so lovingly placed there many months before. Casualty lists, first short, hut gradually lengthening in number, appeared in the paper and it was reported that her Son’s company was in a fierce fight. The next morning after reading this she received an official letter from the government which reported his death as killed in action. The white star turned to gold, and many even wondered who it represented, but all realized the life had not been given in vain. The mother, like many others who have given up their sons, was in grief for a long while, hut deep in her heart she was happy to have had a son to give. The hoy has found his rest as only a brave American can and the mother will be well taken care of by the government. „ Geo. S. MISS KAHLER'S SHOPPING TRIP. Miss Kahler on her way down town was invited by Mr. Kester who was (Miss) Manning a (Mr.) Henry to ride with him. When she was getting out of the Lizzie (Tinney) she was forced to run to (Guthrie) Dodge a (Marjorie) Grant. Making her way to the dry goods store she bought a few pairs (Maude) Brown and (Gordon) Green hose, a set of (LaQue) Fox furs and a (Gert) Black (Harold) Jackett. And at the grocery she bought a (Miss) Peck of (Francis) Sweet potatoes, some (Frank) Campbell soup, fresh (Miss) Fish and a loaf of (Arthur) Baker’s bread. That being all she could think of, she started home carrying all she could. A little (Howard) Messenger, being a (Irene) Goodfellow offered to carry her things. She handed them to him and he started home. In front of a (Mary) Poole room, a (Jeanett) Porter who was a (Arthur) Blackman, came up to her asking if she had lost anything. She investigated, and discovered she had lost her pocket-book at the (Ed) Leahy Valley Depot. She obtained the pocket-book and again started home. This time she was given a ride by a (Miss) Coleman. While going down a (Ward) Hill, the horses started to run, and the driver failed to stop them until they had reached the (Irene) Barnes. Miss Kahler, having had all the thrill she cared for, again undertook going home. And they all lived happily ever afterward. W. S. ‘21 Page Four

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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

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THE TATTLER RESOLVED: TO MIND MY OWN BUSINESS. Donald Lewis. All the world seemed bright to Donald Lewis one gloomy February morning. He had invited Marjorie Clayton to go to the “All Sophomore Dance,’’ and he had just received a letter of her acceptance. It was Saturday morning and Donald was going to the skating pond. He was skating along gayly whistling a tune, when he came upon his chum, Ted Pennington, sitting upon a stone, before the fire, at the edge of the pond, in a dejected attitude. Donald skated up to him and asked, “What’s the matter Ted, old boy?” “Nothin’ ”, growled Ted. Donald perceived that something had gone wrong in Ted’s world, for good-natured Ted was very seldom seen in such a state as this. “What right have I to be so happy,” thought Donald, “when Ted is apparently so sad. Why, I’ve known Ted for fourteen years—no fifteen. Why I’ve known him all my life and he always helps me out of my difficulties. So I guess it’s up to me to do the same.” Then a brilliant idea struck Donald. “Say Ted, is it about the dance?” he inquired. Ted nodded. “Did she refuse?” he queried. Ted didn’t answer. Donald repeated his question and Ted merely replied, “Didn’t ask her yet.” Not daunted, Donald inquired. “Got stage fright, old boy?” Ted remained silent. There Donald took courage and began: “Ted Pennington, the idea that a boy on the football and basketball teams, and in everything going on at the high school should balk at the idea of asking a girl to a dance. She can’t do any more than refuse. Now come on, let me be the girl and you propose—propose asking me to the dance, I mean. All you have to say is, ‘May I have the honor of—’ ” This is all the further Donald got for Ted jumped to his feet, his eyes blazing and exclaimed, “Don Lewis, so it’s stage fright I’ve got, eh? What on earth do you think I am?” Then all of a sudden his tone changed so as to become more persuasive. “Say, Don,” he pleaded, “I’m in no end of a fix. I want to ask Betty Thurston and Allison Rodgers to the dance. Say, can a fellah take two girls ? ” Donald gasped. So it was two girls that was bothering him. “I give up, Ted,” he sadly replied. “Suit yourself,” and so saying he walked away, chuckling to himself, resolving to attend strictly to his own affairs after this. S. P. Page Five