Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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H, B. KURTZ The HALLMARK Store Quality Jewelry in Virgil,” replied Patricia, gazing anxiously at Betty, who hearing this dropped limply into a chair. “Well,” murmured Betty, “so long, championship!” The other four girls had stood silently by watching Betty and Patricia. But now Frances grasped Betty by the shoulders and shook her until her teeth chattered. “Betty, what are you saying?” she demanded. We lose the championship with Maggy Donovan on the team!” “Haven’t you heard?” replied Betty in surprise. “Maggy fell down the chapel steps and broke her arm. Oh, well,” said she, rising wearily from her chair, “I suppose I can get a Freshie to take her place. I didn’t think we would need a substitute for Maggy, or, if we should, I thought we could bank on Patty,” on whom she cast a reproachful look. When she had gone, the five girls gazed at each other in consternation. “Why!” gasped Miriam; “lose the championship!” Patricia walked over to the window. She could not help feeling that she was to blame for the position the school had been placed in. “Oh,” exclaimed Patty to herself, “I wonder if I could make a basketball player out of Marie Desreau. ” Gone now was the feeling of enmity against Marie; everything was forgotten but the fact that Maggy was hurt. How could they play St. Clair Academy without Maggy? Patricia gathered up her books and started to go down to her room. Her thoughts were of the possibility of teaching Marie how to play basketball. There were two months before the first game which was to take place in February, and her face was wreathed in a smile which was misunderstood by her chums. “Well,” observed Mary, “you would think she enjoyed the possibility of being beaten by St. Clair.” None of the other girls said anything but collected their belongings and set out for their rooms. Marie Desreau sat under the big study lamp trying to understand the mysteries of Geometry when Patricia opened the door and went in. “Marie,” asked Patricia, taking the book from her, “did you ever play basketball?” There was a note of anxiety in her voice which did not pass unnoticed by Marie. “Why, Patricia,” answered Marie, “I know the rules and I can pass, but I’m fearfully lame on making baskets.” “Come to my arms!” shrieked Patricia with delight, and waltzed the amazed Marie over the room. “Did you know,” she inquired soberly of Marie, “that Maggy broke her arm?” THE TATTLER Page Five

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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

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V1CTR0LAS VICTOR RECORDS H. B. KURTZ BRUNSWICK PHONOGRAPHS “Mercy me!” gasped Marie, “Maggy hurt?” “Yes, Maggy fell, replied Patricia. “Now you are going with me down to the (lyin' to practise shooting baskets.” Marie was dazed for a moment and then she cried out, “Me play against St. Clair! Patricia, you are crazy!” “Why, Patricia!” breathed Marie. “I’d love to.” Almost every night Marie and Patricia went to the gym to practise shooting baskets and passing; then Marie practised with the team to perfect herself in team work. Patricia had taught Marie the work of the different players. Finally came the night for the St. Clair game. Marie, who was excited beyond all bounds, would at one moment be wildly rejoicing because she could play with tin team, and at the next despondent because it was her first real game. “Marie, I want to see you before the game tonight,” Patty had said that morning as she took her place at the table. “At seven o’clock, Patty, whispered Marie, who was under the watchful eye of Miss Hale, the Freshman dormitory teacher. At seven o’clock Patricia went down to the Gym where the team was practicing. Taking Marie aside she told her the whole story about how the girls had wished to force her out by snubbing her but much to Patricia’s surprise Marie only laughed and said, “Patty, I knew about that long ago. Mary Kent told me when 1 first started to practice, and Patty, I’m going to make you a gift of the game tonight if possible as a Valentine.” That night the Gym was packed to its capacity and many people were turned away from the door. During Hie first quarter the ball was nearly all the time in the hands of tin St. Clair team but neither side made a basket. At the beginning of the second quarter, Betty got the ball and passed it to the running center who did not see her throw it. Marie clutched at it but il eluded her grasp and rolled along the floor. Vhe center on tin St. Clair team now got it, but, when she passed it, Marie recovered it again and, taking careful aim, shot the only basket made from the floor. During the next half St. Clair fouled four times and Marie,, who had the privilege of shooting the fouls, missed only one, the last one being made just before the last of the last quarter. Never before had St. Clair team been defeated so thoroughly by Miss Blake's School and the members of the team gave the credit to Marie. That night the door of the Sanctuary opened to receive a freshman, the first and the last one to enter it. A throne had been Page Six THE TATTLER