Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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June. 1922 THE TATTLER 27 One afternoon as the two were sitting on a rock near Clear Creek. .lack asked her if she would do something for the people of Winslow, a nearby town. He was helping them get up a benefit concert and although they had several talented people on the program they wished her to play. Several people had heard that she was a fine violinist. “This is a wonderful chance to do something for these western people,” said Jack. Jean promised she would play. Why hadn’t she ever played since she came to Arizona? At last she could in a small measure repay the kindness shown lier. The night of the concert Jean was very nervous. All thoughts of personal glory had left her mind, but she was worried for fear she would not please her men friends. She played as in a dream and scarcely heard the hearty applause, but the look in Jack’s eyes and the words of praise. “It was wonderful, little girl,” which Mr. Brown whispered to her. She had hardly recognized her own tones. On trying to please others she had at last forgotten her own self while playing. There was soul in her music now. She was feeling just a bit lonesome because it was the first time she had ever played in public without her mother or father. Suddenly she heard a beloved voice and looking saw her father standing with outstretched arms. The Browns had telegraphed to him. and unknown to Jean he had heard the concert. She disliked to leave Arizona and promised she would return for visits us often as possible, but at last, she was going home. One year in Arizona had given her the longed for something which the critic had said she lacked. The east and a career as a violinist at last. MAXINE MORGAN, 24. THE ADVENTUROUS “GOB John Bingles. Esq., of Peppersburg, Iowa, had decided to join the navy. He had seen a poster at the post office which said, '‘Uncle Sam wants you.” After a deep deliberation of ten minutes in which he signed the questions pro and con he had decided the sailor’s life was the only one for him. He came from good salt water stock for his grandfather had captained a prairie schooner across the plains in 1849. Therefore he at once set out for the nearest recruiting station and tiled an application. The recruiting officer asked him. “How much does a 16 pound shot weigh?” “I dunno,” replied Johnny. “Well, then, what time does the twelve o’clock train go?” asked the officer. “Oh. twelve pounds,” replied Johnny, a great light dawning upon him. After this Johnny and several other young men with the same desire were shipped Parcel Post to Newport News and there were assigned to the nearest and most modern battleship ever constructed. “The Ford Flash,” guaranteed non-sinknhle if kept water tight. This ship was three hundred feet long with a narrow tapering bow measuring fifty feet across and easily ran at the amazing speed of eight knots per hour. It was armed with four twenty centimeter guns, fore and aft, capable of throwing a sixteen pound shell a distance of twenty-five feet. It was also coated with rubber to the depth of three feet. Its motive power consisted of four Ford engines guaranteed not to

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26 tup: tattler June. 1922 In her excitement Jean dropped a letter which she had received that morning. Jimmy picked it up and as he did so he could not help seeing what was written on the paper. This is what he read “Tommy diet! of an overdose of Chloroform at ten this morning. Funeral to-morrow.” R. S. MARLOWE. “Oh! mother, no wonder Jean was nervous.” exclaimed Jimmy as he showed his mother the letter. When Jean next came into the kitchen Mrs. Brown looked at her sympathetically and said. “You poor girl, why didn't you tell me?” “Now. just you keep your lovely self out of this kitchen,” said Mrs. Brown. “How old was he?” asked Jimmy. “Hush. Jimmy,” cautioned Mrs. Brown as she conducted the puzzled Jean to her room. Everyone was most kind to her. The next morning she came to the breakfast table laughing. “Did you find a letter of mine from home? 1 have lost it,” said Jean. “I found the one about Tommy, that's the reason we are so sorry for you. lie was your little brother, wasn't he?” asked Jimmy. •R. S. Marlowe is my small brother Richard, and Tommy is or rather was his hull pup, the homeliest and worst tempered dog ever received into the l osom of a respectable family. Tommy has cast a shadow over all my vacations for more than a year. He killed my kitten, and ate my Venetian lace collar. 1 hoped he would have Italian indigestion but lie didn’t. He stole door-mats for blocks around. Property on the street appreciably declined, for prospective purchasers refused to buy so long as “Dick” Marlowe kept a dog. Often “Dick” has rescued him from would be dog murderers, but this time I suppose he committed some supreme enormity, probably chewed up the neighbor’s baby or one of father’s Persian rugs.” The relieved Brown family laughed heartily, with the exception of Jimmy who said that when there was a death if only that of a dog he could not understand how anyone could laugh. Weeks passed and Jean began to feel the lure of the desert. She enjoyed wandering over the desert and examining the grotesque rocks, many of them as high as a one story house. The refreshing air. the miles, and miles of land covered with nothing but God's handiwork, the kind, wide awake westerners who seemed never to be jealous of one another, all made Jean adopt a different outlook on life. She began to realize what a snob she had been. In a letter home to her father she said: “My enthusiasm is just cutting its eye teeth. Arizona is wonderful but riding a mountain burro, horrors! There is a lurch to larboard, then a lurch to starboard with a sort of ‘shiver my timbers’ interlude.” During the following week Jean and the Brown guest she had refused to meet, Jack Vincent, a handsome mining engineer, who was an Easterner and one year out of college, became good friends. They took long rides into the Canyon and over the desert. She often wondered what her Eastern friends would think if they' could hear some of their conversations. They were not at all little cut and dried exchanges of compliments, on the contrary they discussed many things besides their own petty affairs and often got into heated arguments. In fact Jack remarked to himself one day that if the young lady (meaning Jean) had ever been impolite enough to stick out her tongue he would at present be a cinder.

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28 THE TATTLER June. 1922 rust, “bust.’' wear, or tear. It was also assisted by sails. After being assigned to a berth Johnny began a tour of inspection which was called short by the ensign’s order, “All hands on deck.' Johnny, eager to make a good impression, hastened to the deck and bending over placed his hands on the deck. Then some impudent rascal tramped on them and the ensign seeing Johnny's attitude charged across the deck with a roar of wrath and propelled Johnny into the nearest air shaft with his foot. After he had climbed out the ensign ordered him to remove the gang plank. Johnny procured an axe and standing in the middle of the plank at last by dint of hard labor succeeded in cutting the plank in two which action precipitated him into the water. After swallowing about a gallon of water he climbed aboard again. In the meantime the rest of the crew having completed Walter Camp’s “Daily Dozen,” the captain shouted, “Weigh Anchor.” Frantically, Johnny dashed about the ship looking for the scales but could not find them so lie wandered about until lie was ordered to run up the sails, lie informed the officer in charge that this was an impossibility because he was no monkey. The officer replied that he certainly was not. seemingly belonging to the baboon variety. He was then assigned to the engine room as gasoline passer. By this time the ship had progressed fifteen miles, a new record for the navy. At last after a hard day of labor at the engines came the order for mess. The sailors were served a very good banquet by the Red Cross via the radio route and then were ordered to turn in. Johnny didn't know what this order meant so he waited and watched the other sailors. lie saw an officer approach and say to the new sailors. “Sling your hammocks here.” Hearing this Johnny heaved his hammock in that direction ami bowled over six sailors. They immediately retaliated by duel ing him in the bilge. After this little adventure Johnny slung his hammock in the approved fashion and attempted to crawl in. After performing several acrobatic feats he tied himself in and fell into a loud slumber. It seemed to Johnny that he had been sleeping about five minutes when suddenly the fire gong sounded. He twisted himself from the rope with which lie had tied himself in and dashed to the nearest fire hose. He turned it on full blast and proceeded to wash the ship thoroughly and in so doing dampened the spirits of the crew considerably. Hearing a loud shout from the direction of the captain's quarters Johnny twisted the hose in that direction and provided that worthy individual with a shower bath. Finally about dawn they succeeded in impressing the fact upon Johnny that there was no fire but that the alarm had been given merely for drill. The next day about noon the lookout in the engine room sighted a pirate ship and they gave chase. With their giant guns making things merry for the pirates they soon overtook them and threw the grappling hooks aboard. Then Johnny dashed aboard the pirate ship swinging a huge knotted towel. With one swing of his terrible weapon he prostrated a dozen pirates. Then the champion bean eater of tin pirates swatted the captain of the “Flash” across the mouth with a banana peel. The captain fainted. Johnny with great presence of mind dashed up to the referee and called fifteen minutes time for lunch. After this intermission they began to fight again. Johnny filled one of the guns with marshmallows and then plastered the pirate ship with them. About seventeen pirates were knocked unconscious by the terrible pellets and the remaining pirates forfeited the fight. As the gobs were dancing up and down celebrating their