Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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H.B.KURTZ, “Hallmark” Store, Quality Jewelry doctor says that it will not be entirely healed for about two more months, hut I think I know Dave well enough to say that lie will have his arm out of the sling as soon as possible. He’s terribly disappointed because he cannot play tomorrow, hut he is glad that you are going to take his place. lie has an awful grudge against the fellow that lit on his shoulder last Saturday and he’d like to take his spite out on someone. That’s why he wants to play this last game. Gee-zow, I’ll have to go and do some studying or I’ll not be able to play any more. So long.” “Bon jour,” answered Fred. “I’ll see you over at the field tomorrow.” Fred finished his studying, undressed, and hopped into bed for a much needed night’s rest before the game the outcome of which depended largely upon him. The next day was ideal for a game, the wind blowing a little with a sort of nip in it that was just enough to put lots of pep into the players. The regular schedule for the morning was carried out, and after a light dinner Fred went to the dressing room where he slowly donned his football duds with the rest of the fellows. At a quarter to three the team trotted out on the field for a little signal practice before the battle proper. The sidelines were crowded. The Spencer Academy had nearly as many rooters as did the home school, and all were full of enthusiasm, many howling and jumping around just to keep warm, for though it was ideal weather for the players, it was pretty chilly for those on the sidelines. In about ten minutes, both teams lined up for the battle, Spencer receiving, Euclid kicked the ball to their ten-jyard line and it was carried twenty yards by their fullback before he was downed. For the first three quarters, no progress was made by either team and it looked as though the game were going to end nothing to nothing. This meant that Spencer would be ahead because of the victory the year before. Both schools on the sidelines were nearly wild with enthusiasm and cheered and yelled as though demented. The game was nearly over. There remained only two more minutes to play. Euclid’s quarterback called a fake fullback end run and how Fred ever got around there was a mystery to every one, especially to himself. First he would dodge a man, then straight arm one, till at last he crossed the goal just as the whistle blew. Then the crowd went wild ! They picked Fred up, put him on their shoulders and carried him around the field singing “Ilail, the Conquering Hero Comes. That night was a gay night for Euclid. A big banquet Avas arranged and Fred Burton, the winner of the hardest and most important game of the season, was the most highly honored guest. Raymond Smith, '22. IF YOU ARE LOOKING for a touch rr]1p (1 T WViifriPV fo S of Newness. You’ll Always Find it at 11,c k —13—

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“Hallmark”—means Quality. H. B. KURTZ Pat, tho dog, (seeing he refused to stay at home), had beaten him lie wished he could die. Dick hy this time was in a terrible mood (as most men are when they have let a girl or woman get ahead of them) when Kitty and her racer appeared on the scene. Kitty had been so excited because, she had won she had fainted. Kitty said, ‘‘I’m awfully sorry I have caused you so much trouble and hurt your feelings so but I’m glad I won because T think 1 have convinced you that girls can drive cars equally as well as men. 1 ’m willing to be friends if you apologize for saying they can’t. Dick apologized, though it hurt his pride a great deal to do so. The next year the Sullivan-Southerly racer won and Kitty and Dick wished it would for many years to come. As usual Kitty and Dick lived happily ever after. Pat became very lazy living on sweets and sleeping on silk pillows since lie had lost his position as Kitty’s guard. Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Southerly were at this time the best of friends. Each declared it was their own fault they had ever been enemies and say there’s no fool like an old fool. • Eulala Lewis. THE LAST GAME. Fred Burton sat in his dormitory room, deep in his studies for the following day. lie had nearly finished when some one rapped on the door. “Come in, he mumbled as be closed his book and turned around to greet his visitor. “ T came to see how you are feeling before the great game tomorrow, said Jim Danby, his neighbor, whose room was located across the hall. “You know it is just about up to you to win this game. The loss of Dave is going to make it very hard, but you can fill his place just as well as not.” Dave Granger was the “Euclids’ ” star fullback. He had received a broken collar-bone in a game a week before and Fred was going to take his position in the game with “Spencer,” the rival academy. This contest was expected to be the big game of the year as well as the last one. Both teams were, so far, undefeated. “Well, I hope I can take his place all right,” sighed Fred. “For if we lose this game we will never hear the last of it, for they beat us last year 14-7 and we cannot afford to lose again this year. How is Dave getting along?” “Well,” replied Jim, “his shoulder is in bad condition yet. The IF IT’S A SHIRT OR A TIE—YOU’LL r FIND THE NEW IDEAS HERE. Flic G. M. Whitney Co. — 12—

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“Hallmark”—means Quality H. B. KURTZ “CHEESIT DE COP. ” It was mid-day. The street was deserted. The tenement houses on both sides arose like the walls of grim fortresses. Not even a stray dog was stirring. The “cop” was nowhere in sight and even the usual street loafer was absent. At length around the corner stalked a soldier of the realm. He was elad in the regular military uniform of tin can helmet, woodensheld, and a sword of excellent make. It was the type made by nailing one slat across another to form the hilt and the edge tempered down with a jackknife. Beside the regular equipment lie had a pair of field glasses made of tomato cans. With the aid of these he scanned the street and seemed satisfied that it was unoccupied. After glancing up and down the street several times he disappeared. A few moments later the steady tramp of soldiers in arms was heard. In due time they appeared at the aforesaid corner and turned into the aforesaid street. General Grant alias Steve Iloadley was in the lead. Ilis valiant army seemed confident in their leader for they marched with heads held high and all in all assumed a very dignified appearance. On and on they marched into the heart of the enemy’s territory. The silence was unbroken except for the Steady tramp, tramp, tramp. The stillness was like the calm that precedes the storm, and so it was. At last the storm broke. The “Rebels,” hurling themselves from doorways and alleyways charged the enemy, filling the air with their battle cry of “Down wid de Yankees!” Soon the air was filled with flying missiles, tin cans, old shoes, ink bottles and every now and then the heavy artillery would hurl a soap box or large oil can into the front ranks of the oncoming enemy. First one side and then the other seemed to have the advantage. At critical stages of the battle the opposing generals would rush up fresh troops, and so the battle waxed and waned. It is impossible to tell how long the battle would have lasted, but for the lookout stationed at a point of vantage who espied the blue coated arm of the law approaching rapidly from the rear. With the cry of “Cheesit de Cop!” he disappeared in a nearby alley. The battle stopped as if by magic and soon the former peaceful aspect returned and the “Cop” after sauntering up and down the street a few times resumed his beat. This battle, although it will long be remembered by the people of Dugan’s alley, was recorded in United States history as a victory for neither side. Paul Sheehan, ’22. Hey! Whose Tattler are you reading? Let’s go ! Let’s have some Pep! YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A JUDGE P|1n Yf WVlitn vr Cn OF VALUES; We fully protect you. 1 I1L VJL i'1 'VIlllIlLV I A). —1 4—