Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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MARIE’S VALENTINE GIFT. The Sanctuary’s door barred an inquisitive world from the indignation meeting held by the Seniors of .Miss Blake’s School. Marie Desreau, a young French girl, had been given a room in tlie Sherridon Hall, which had been occupied previously by seniors only. Patricia French, her room mate, led the meeting which was composed of five girls, the senior class of nineteen twenty. “Friends, never before have we looked upon such an interesting audience, whose bright, sunny faces shine with repeated scrubbings with Pear’s soap,” began Patricia, assuming a Napoleonesque pose and gazing upon her chums. “Never before have I had the pleasure of addressing such a quiet and appreciative audience whose attention---’’ here her oratorical bight was checked by a pillow which had been well aimed by Miriam Lane. “Old thing,” said Miriam, “do you think that it’s going to kill you to be nice to Marie? Why, there isn't a girl here that she hasn t helped. Mary, you sponge her French every day and you know it, and I, for one, can’t see why she should be socially ostracized. “That, child, could not sink into the unfathomable depths of your brain. It is not Marie Desreau but that which put her in with me which we are endeavoring to crush and Marie must suffer because of it.” “Fiddlesticks and Geometry!” snapped Mary Kent. “Miriam, you know we are only trying to uphold the rights of the Seniors THE TATTLER Page Three

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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER LITERARY Marie’s Valeentine Gift............................. A Tragedy—Almost................................... 7 The Mystery of Mahmud..............................11 The Big Game...................................... ]4 SOCIETY TN MEMORIAM EDITORIALS ALUMNI NOTES ATHLETICS JOKES EXCHANGES ADVERTISEMENTS

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H. B. KURTZ Diamonds - Watches - Jewelry and bring peace out of the chaos which is hindering me from studying my French.” “Never mind, angel child,” soothed Miriam. “Just get Marie to translate it for you; she’ll love to, 1 know.” “Stop this nonsense at once, commanded Hortense Miller. “We must work out a plan to stop this encroachment on our rights without hurting Marie.” “Listen to me, entreated Frances Smith. “Let’s cut cards and see whether we shall let Marie stay or not.” “How do you suppose she ever thought of that?” asked Patricia, gazing wonderingly upon Frances. “I never could guess,” answered Hortense. “She must have heard Mary’s suggestion,” Slanderers! shrieked Frances as she pulled Hortense’s braids. “Now, listen to me; 1 request of you ‘lend me your ears.’ We will draw cuts; the first heart wins, see?” “How” inquired Mary Kent sarcastically, “can you do that? None of us will incur the wrath of the gods by drawing for her.” “Very simple, my child,” continued Frances. “We will explain the situation to her as politely as possible; then we will cut the cards.” “Your plan will never work.” remarked Mary. “1 know Marie and she will never consent to stay when she knows that we do not want her.” Hortense, who had been looking out of the window during the debate between Frances and Mary, turned so that she faced the girls. “Listen to your Uncle Pat,” site said. “We will draw up a list of our rights and, it she breaks any of them, one of us will record it and, when she has broken all of them twice, we will insist upon her removal.” Hoi tense, said 1 atricia reproachfully, “you know when you re with Marie you can't find a thing wrong with her.” Hortense was about to answer Patricia when a short knock on the door of the Sanctuary brought them all to their feet. Miriam unlocked the door and Captain Hetty Parker walked into the room. Besides being captain of the girls' basketball team, she was also the right guard. It was evident that Betty was in despair; her eyes had a worried look around them and her face did not wear its usual smile. “Patricia, have you kept up in your studies?” She asked this question with a hopelessness in her voice which could not be concealed. No, ( app , I haven t. on knew that Miss Hale flunked me Page Four THE TATTLER