Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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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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VICTROLAS VICTOR RECORDS H. B. KURTZ BRUNSWICK PHONOGRAPHS ( hick had been silent. Now he spoke. ‘“Yon know what you’re doing, Morris?” Morris laughed a harsh assent. McCabe and you other fellows, there’s just one thing left to say. If Houser plays, I don’t.” “Beggars must not be choosers,” replied Morris hastily. However, it your standards are so high and mighty and you °n t P y on a ‘cooked up game, I guess we can get along without you.” Delaney, surprised at this speech, looked up and seemed about to say something, then changed his mind. It was a big game. The mayor was there and Ellsworth with a crowd ol his baseball men, a good many prominent citizens and politicians, half the 1 niversity, besides the two schools almost to a man. East High did not make much of a showing, so far as numbers were concerned, and noise—for weren’t they going to win? On the other side the West High rooters were beginning to realize that they were not expected to win. Nevertheless, they cheered and thundered so loudly when their nine came out that they almost convinced their rivals that they were going to win. As the two teams lined up, they were evenly matched, to a man. All eyes were now turned, when the West Highs saw Houser on the diamond. ‘‘What's lie playing for?” asked some one. “Don’t know----- Crack! Gosh, did you see that?” Both schools were yelling like demons as they saw Houser eating up the bases. Much to everyone’s surprise the East High won! Ilouser stopped to speak to some friends after tin game. The giandstand was emptying fast and it was several moments before In1 noticed that the nine had gone ahead. He quickly threaded his way to the gym and happening to pass an open window, looked in. He saw Captain Andrews of the West High and the rest of his team huddled together. All but Andrews were bawling like babies, and he was saying things. They were square things, too, and they cheered the men mightily. They finally left Andrews and lie, when they were gone, broke down, too. It is a sad thing to see a man cry. Houser s face was white when he turned away. “Good Lord ” he breathed, “I never thought it meant so much to them—and thev cared—like that.” “ That night Houser and McCabe sat smoking in room 1.3. Houser had built a wood fire in the grate and for a while the two watched it m silence. A log fell with a thud and the fire glared up, casting a glow on the shining silver cup on the table. Page Sixteen THE TATTLER