Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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WHAT THE TOWER CLOCK HEARD ONE NIGHT. One night a conversation was overheard. The Tower Clock and the Man in the Moon were talking. Said the Man in the Moon, “queer sights I see. awful, beautiful, pitiful, stupendous. The nations at night and wonderous lands.” And the Tower ('lock replied. “Possibly you have seen great sights, but yours is a far off view while mine is the intimate, near and plain. “What have you seen in recent times? asked the Moon as the Clock chimed three. “I'll tell you a tale, that is true. Mr. Man in the Moon, if you will only listen awhile. “In cold November, on a chilly night. I saw three shadows slink from the gloom and halt, and peer around. 'All’s safe , said one and glanced about in all directions. “‘Come’, said another, It’s time you’re off. 4 Go,’ said the first, ‘put fear in the hearts of the

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June. 1922 THE TATTLER 19 DELIA Al'RORA TOPPARI Glee Club. '19-'21-'22 Operetta. TO-'22 Musicale. '21 Gregg Honor Remington Certificate EMMA ZELLER The early birds bad (might her Their joyous matin song Glee Club. ’19-'20 Captain of Plymouth Senior Play. '22 GEORGE WOOD Men of thought are up and doing. Night and day. Football. 20-'21 Basketball. '20-'21-'22 Captain Basketball. '22 Track. '21-'22 Vice President of Varsity. '21 Secretary Athletic Association. ‘2-’ Student Council. ’21-'22 Athletic Advisory Council. '21-’22 Joy Nite Interclass Track. 21-'22

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June, 1022 THK TATTLER 2i tyrants and hope in the heart of the people’.” ’ e await you at the usual place, complete your task and hurry back’.” “With this the two shadows slunk away and left the one alone.” “It moved out unto your light Mr. Moon, and I saw him face to face, lie was young, and moderately well dressed and he carried a heavy suitcase. “He stared about, half fearfully, and then set off down the path toward the State building when a train whistled, far in the distance. The sound traveling in the quiet of the night sounded loud and very near. He shuddered, turned pale but went on.” “At the end of the path he stopped, before him lay the great building white, in the pale moonlight.” “One could see he was nervous, one could see he was inexperienced, and yet he was held on the spot by some invisible force of determination.” “A scene rapidly passed before his eyes, the building destroyed in the night, the consternation at the discovery of the ruins.” “The phrase, “fear in the hearts of the tyrants, hope in the hearts of the people,” passed through and through his mind.” “Then sharply another scene was outlined. They were not prepared to start a revolution. He saw the people working in the late evening to raise the extra taxes levied to replace the building.” “Pear in the hearts of the tyrants.” “Yes.” “Hope in the hearts of the people.” “No.” “He turned and strode away, toward the shores, where the quiet waves touched the land and there in the pale moonlight far from the hand of treacherous men, and very harm- less. he hurled the bomb into the sea. and turned his way with thoughtful steps to his moderate room in a moderate boarding house.” Said the Man in the Moon, if your story is true, you do see wonderous things, but you. Mr. Tower Clock, having struck, I must go on to Japan. ELIZABETH COSSITT. '23. A PROMISE MADE AND KEPT The dining parlors of tin Presbyterian Church of Oaks-wood were flowing over with human beings, members of the graduating class of ’12. of Oakswood High School. The members were seated at a long, rectangular table. Thomas Barry, the president of the class, was acting as the toastmaster. The greater part of the class had been called upon and had responded to toasts. But one part of the program still remained and the toast-master proceeded to it. “ We will be honored to have a toast from George Warren.” The person in question arose and spoke briefly on “Life s Prospects.” That little matter would not have seemed so important but for the fact that George Warren and Thomas Barry were firm friends. The banquet broke up and George Warren and Tom Barry escorted some girl friends to their homes. Then as they left the second one safely at her home, Tom eaught George’s arm and they swung down the street together. They had been “pals” for fourteen years; ever since the day in July, two freckle-faced youngsters had shaken hands and agreed never to tell who had broken the Armstrong side window, and it was still a secret. But that one small incident had ripened into a friendship, which was as strong as “The Rock of Gibraltar.” They were four years old at