Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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VICTROLAS VICTOR RECORDS H. B. KURTZ BRUNSWICK PHONOGRAPHS Cautiously entering the temple, they surprised Mahmud in the act of preparing to depart. Turning quickly he struck the statue of Mohammed, causing it to fall from its base. To their gaze was revealed countless valuable jewels, among them some of Victoria’s own, which, being seldom used, she had not missed. It also happened that Mahmud’s head covering falling oft' disclosed the fair hair of an Englishman. During his trial it was proven that this was a man whom London for some strange reason had never been able to bring to justice. He had made India the recluse for bis crimes and bad influenced the natives against the whites. The jewels were returned to their owners, a guard being placed over those in the temple. Sir Edward and Victoria left India shortly after, resolved never to return. Bertha Barsky. THE BIG GAME. “Chick” did not let the grass grow under bis feet, but made a hurried entrance into McCabe’s room. Here and there as he hurried along the wide carpeted corridor, he could hear cracked ice tinkling in glasses, for the day was a sizzling hot one in May. “Chick” almost wished be was not in training as he pushed the door of 21 open. It was a pleasant scene that greeted bis eyes. McCabe, captain of the nine, sat comfortably in a large leather chair, while Delaney, the shortstop, and Fox, the pitcher, were sprawled on the window seat. Immediately they sat up and became attentive, for they knew “('hick” brought some news of the coming game. “What news?” said Delaney quickly. “(’hick shut the door very quietly and then turned savagely toward them. “News, lots of news,” he responded. “You know Ellsworth ?” The minute that name was uttered, they knew that something was wrong. In fact, the three men seemed to have become electrified at the mere mention of it. Ellsworth was the mightiest name on their list of players. “This comes from him, fellows,” continued “Chick.” “ and you know what his opinon is worth. Yesterday he was over and saw West High, or the Blues, practicing. They’ve got a pitcher named Buch, He’s some pitcher, too.” “Chick” glanced at Fox with a quick inquisitive look, for his pitching was not to be commended. “In fact, they’ve got a real team. It’s the best team that any high school in Page Fourteen THE TATTLEE

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H. B. KURTZ The Hallmark Store Quality Jewelry lessly lie made his way along the walk. Victoria strained her eyes to see. He was familiar with every turn of the walk, that was evident, for he did not deviate from his course. Ilis head was hound with the characteristic white headpiece of the Hindu. What was he doing? Who was he? A thousand questions shot into Victoria’s mind. She would follow him. It seemed that the man ahead of her chose all of the darkest streets of Kashmir. Victoria was afraid at first that the man would perceive that he was followed; but, after they had left the more thickly populated part of the town, that fear left her, for she was able to keep far enough behind the man so that he could not see her. At last she saw the man enter an old temple where the people had formerly worshipped, abandoned years before because the natives believed it to be inhabited by evil spirits after a devout native had been stricken and had died there while worshipping. Victoria saw the man enter and cautiously she looked into the darkened place She watched the man grope about a while, then finally light a candle, revealing to her astonished gaze Mahmud, faithful Mahmud. Could it be true? Suppressing a desire to scream she watched while he opened tin vault in which the sacred jewels of Mohammed had formerly been kept and placed his bag there. He locked the vault, glanced about the room, and, seemingly satisfied, blew out the candle and left tin temple- Victoria remained in the shadow until Mahmud was a reasonable distance away and then followed him back by the same winding course to her father’s home. The next morning Sir Edward came down stairs in rather a bad humor. During the progress of the morning meal, Sir Edward and Victoria, who had had no opportunity as yet to tell her father of her experience, and thought it best not to tell him when he was in such a humor, were suddenly aroused by the shouts of several blacks approaching the house. Sir Edward commanded Victoria to hide, but she refused. Mahmud seemed to be overtaken by a sudden fear, not unnoticed by Sir Edward, who told the Hindu to go out and ask the crowd what they wanted. But Mahmud was trying to get away. Victoria screamed to the butler, but too late. “Father,” she said, “tell the little Hindu girl to calm tin1 crowd. You call the police, and we will follow Mahmud. I know where he is going.” Sir Edward, amazed, yielded to his daughter’s commands. While the little Hindu girl pacified the natives, they made their escape. Victoria’s wonderful memory enabled her to retrace with her companions the streets which sin had so perilously traversed the previous night. THE TATTLER Page Thirteen

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H. B. KURTZ Tile HALLMARK Store Quality Jewelry this city ever put out, and what's more they’re going to win the hig game Saturday, for we don’t stand a ‘look-in’ of a chance. Morris McCabe’s jaw fell. “Say that again ‘Chick.’ and tell more of the particulars.” ‘‘Chick” told them. West High, a new school barely started in its third year, of whom you would expect “punk” athletics, had a decidedly good team. Even McCabe’s cold, hard face expressed admiration as “Chick” told how its nine, mostly raw material, had practiced and worked and slaved, and turned out a team worthy of its name. The public opinion was that it should win, and deserved to win. A celebration was being planned for them when they did win, and— “That’s enough, ‘Chick,’” interrupted McCabe. “Where did they get their pitcher?” They got him clean—lie’s all right.” “Well, all we can do is to get a man dirty if we’re going to beat that-------school. Bah! who would have thought anything like this would have come? 1 tell you, fellows, we’ve got to win.” “What do you propose?” “According to ‘Chick’s’ story their strength is in their pitcher. There’s only one man in this school who can get around him, and that’s Houser.” “Houser be blowed! We’ve got some two thousand students, and there must lx some one else,” cried Delaney. “You know there isn’t. Go ahead and get him.” The boys were silent as they waited for Delaney to come back with Houser. “Well, Houser, we thought we could get along without you, but we can’t,” said McCabe. McCabe, you know as well as any one that I can’t play. My work’s down and I’m in ‘Dutch’ with the faculty.” “You’ve got to, 1 tell you. We will cook up some special exam, papers and you can try them.” McCabe talked persuasively for ten minutes. At the end of that time Houser looked thoughtful. ‘‘I think 1 could get by that pitcher, lmt it means a lot of time and training for me. McCabe’s eyes glistened. “You shall have a nice, new-------” “Morris, it is not worth that much.” “On the contrary,” said Morris coldly, “it is. First, think of the school ;to be defeated by this dinky High would be a lasting disgrace. Besides, as Captain of the team, it would hurt me. If we lose the game, I lose my college. You know what terms I’m going in on.” THE TATTLER Page Fifteen