Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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•THE SENIOR TATTLER SENIOR CLASS HISTORY THE PARADE” Oh boy, look what is coming—a parade! Come on, everybody. We can’t miss this. They've got a band 'n everything. What it it? The W. C. T. U., a Portugese funeral or a quack doctor? No, brother, better yet. That’s the class of ’25 going out of Conneaut High School for the last time. It's time they did some celebrating. They have a great deal to be proud of. From the time when as Freshies, they made a green little Freshle bow to Minerva, till now, they’ve had a prominent part in school activities. Sports, debating, dramatics, they excelled in everytning. Here they come, folks! Don’t crowd. We know they’re worth seeing. Who is that leading them? Foolish question. Don’t drummers always lead a parade and hasn’t Johnny Hines drummed us through four long years. Yes, we’ve quite an orchestra. Make way for Kill Taylor. It’s hard work blowing that horn but Dill can do it. He is seriously interested in the ministry. Do you wonder why? Cease wondering and turn your gaze upon the pretty girl beside him. Our orchestra wouldn’t be complete without Elizabeth Robertson playing the violin. Fiddlin' isn't her only talent, either. She has as many friends. Who could want more? As Jacqueline in •‘The Pirate’s Daughter,” she proved her dramatic ability, and as Editor of the Tattler—Well that speaks for itself. Don’t puzzle us any longer. What is this coming? A piano, of course. Three guesses now, as to who is playing. Only one is needed—Alice Marsh. We bet they’ve asked her to take a post-graduate course next year, so she can keep playing for them. Honestly tho 1 think they hate to see any of us go. What makes that piano move? It must be George Cheney. He came over from East Conneaut to be Alice’s right hand man. Basketball manager, one of the Tattler staff and a few other things. East but not least in our orchestra is Duane Herrick. Didn’t you know that he played? Oh yes! Dut's an artist. He’s very modest about it, though. I’ll let you in on a vicious little secret. He plays the mouth organ, when you coax him. We heard him in the study hall, one morning. But he helped uphold our honor in sports. Fine fellow too—Better get acquainted with him. We couldn’t all be in the orchestra. Here comes the rest of us. We take pleasure in introducing our president, Alex Smart. Don’t act shy. Al. we know you. like you. too. That’s why you are our president. Another shining light in athletics. (Jet out the honor medal. Here comes Hilma Kolehmainen. She was on the debate team, the winning side. One reason we like Hilma is that she is one of these bright people who are willing to help us lesser mortals, when we come to problems too deep for our intellects to grasp. We are proud of her as our Valedictorian. There is Mary Leet. She tried to convince us that she didn’t deserve second honors but Mr. Henry knew. He averaged the marks on an adding machine. Polly is strong for woman suffrage and sports. You’re liable to meet her any morning taking a ten mile jaunt before school. James Keating is one of our best debaters. We don’t wonder that he made the team—he learned to argue in Civics class. We don’t know where Jimmie learned to act but he surely can. His work in the Operetta proved that. Now. folks, don’t get excited, it’s not a fire. Just our two red-headed Seniors. Blanche Humble and Ellen Clarke. Blanche made a real cute, little Dutch maiden in. “The Pirate’s Daughter.” Well chosen, for they say she loves sauerkaut. Ellen is a businesss woman. Just because she doesn’t wear spectacles and mannish clothes, don’t think that she Is not efficient. Th« Tattler couldn’t ask for a better Business Manager. Make way, folks! Here comes an actor. John Barrymore II, alias Albert O’Brien. As Peter in the Operetta and Adam in the Senior play, he was a knockout. With that voice, Al. it’s a wonder some Victrola Company hasn’t signed you up to make records. Since Al is leaving this year, it is well for the school that he has such an efficient understudy. No, these two are not twins but they are brother and sister. Howard and Ednah McMahon have beaten a path from East Conneaut to our front door. Ednah seems quiet, but is great fun when you know her. Howard is our baseball hero. Howard! Isn’t there another in our class bearing that cognomen? Oh. Howard Price, how could I forget you? You who have been our cheerleader for four years and you have caused the teachers so much worry. I wonder if Miss Geyer will miss Don Parker’s daily boxing exhibits in her English class. About half way down this procession, notice those three couragious looking girls. Mary Abbott. Mary Fotch and Ruth Ring are always seen scurrying around the halls with their arms full of books, which makes one think of shorthand and bookkeeping. The mere thoughts of such things take courage. Speaking of courage. Inez Holcomb and Charlotte Gllbraith have their share. They are two of th few brave enough to take Eatin for four years. Arthur Halliday is in that class, too. The only boy! Is that courage, nerve or intentional? You ask who that quite little, dark-haired girl is. That’s Florence Tinney, not so meek as you might think. They say that the Irish have tempers but we have found Tinney to be the best kind of a friend. Tinney isn’t the only representative of old Erin. Here comes Cletus Kelley. We couldn’t forget him. nor would we want to. We need some of these light-hearted people to keep us amused. We've heard that he has a stubborn disposition though. There is some one missing in the parade—Oh. yes. Kathleen Watson. She was forced to leave school because of illness. We still consider her as one of our number, however. Yes. they do look tired, but no wonder. They come all the way from Amboy. Verna Gillespie and Maurice Baird have come this very morning. Genevieve Kellogg used to come with them, but acccord-ing to all reports she has moved to town. Donald Twlchell hasn’t been in our class long but we look upon him as a long-time friend. Curling iron manufacturers could go out of business If we all had hair like Helen King. She was very sweet as the maid In the Senior play. Do you want to meet an all-round good fellow? Here comes one—Dave Clark. Dee is our hard working stage manager. The only thing we don’t like about him is his disloyalty' to his class. He takes a marked interest in the Sophomore class. Tynie Forest. Jennie Sarela. Martha Jarvi and Impie Herpy don’t have to belong to the Hiking Club to get their exercise. They walk to and from the Harbor every day. Those girls coming now are not dressed no just for the parade. They are honest-to-goodness diamonds that you see and are to be worn forever. Fayetta Haefner and Dorothy Huston are wearing them. Good luck, girls. Gavlord Smith is a Civics shark. We have great hopes for him and also for Clarence Koellicker. another living ray of intellectual fire. (continued on page 79) 29

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THE SENIOR TATTLER Jennie Sarela Beauty needs no foreign ornament. But is when unadorned, adorned the most. Glee Club (3, 4); Operetta (4); Girls’ Athletic Club (4); Senior Girls’ Club; Literary Society (1); Underwood Certificate (2); Remington Certificate (2). Alexander Smart In his heart the dew of youth On his lips the smile of truth. Pres. Class (4); Football (2, 3, Mgr. 4); Basketball (3); Baseball (1, 2, 3); Track (2); Vice-Pres. French Club (2); Hi-Y Club (3, 4); Ass’t. Stage Mgr. (4); Boys’ Literary Club (3, 4). Arthur Truelson The light that lies in Lois's eyes. Has made my heart heave many sighs. Operetta (4). Kathryn King It isn't mere grace and it isn't smart clothes. Its her charm that makes friends where there might have been foes. May Festival (1); Literary Society (1); Vice-Pres. Latin Club (2); Tattler Staff (3, 4); Circulation Mgr. Senior Tattler Board; Dramatic Club (3, 4); Class Secretary (4); History Pageant (2); Senior Girls’ Club; Class Historian. Blanche Humble Just to know her is to love her, For nature ne’er made such another. Pres. Philomathean Society (1, Vice-Pres. 2); Operetta '1. 3, 4); Pres. Girls’ Athletic Club (41; Vice-Pres. Dramatic Club (4); Glee Club (4); Sec’y. Dramatic Club (3); May Festival (1); History Pageant (2); Tattler Staff (3); Senior Tattler Board; Senior Girls’ Club; Sigma Beta Club (3); Class Treasurer (4); Library Staff (3, 4); A. D. X. Delegate (3); Senior Play. 28

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THE SENIOR TATTLER THE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY 11% ARTHUR (jiOl:I DI (i On ihe opposite side of this page you read the history of the class of 1925, Conneaut high school. The writer of that document had an easy task compared with mine. She had the tangible record of the brilliant achievements of a glorious class to work with, but my task is to unfold the future of these self-same individuals; to lift the veil from a period, say fifteen years hence, and speculate on these seniors not as they have been or as they are but as they shall be; to locate, as it were, each star in his or her respective place in the firmament. So now prepare; the spell is upon me, my charm is beginning to work. All ready I can see our illustrious president, Alexander Smart, sitting in his office on Wall street determing the financial des-tin of the nation. While in New York recently, I visited Mr. Smart at his office, i had a great deal of difficulty in securing an Interview, but when he found out who it was that wished to see him 1 was admitted at once. My curiosity over his eagerness to see me was settled by his first words. “1 would appreciate if you would pay me the dollar and a half you still owe for Senior dues.” After relieving his anxiety on that point, 1 persuaded him to relax from his duties for an afternoon and show me the city. Upon descending from his office, I was a trifle surprised when I found that the elevator operator was Arloean Dean, for I knew that her performances with a Ford are not to her credit. Nevertheless we were safely, if not slowly, deposited on the ground floor. As we were going out of the building, I saw in a display window an instrument invented by a man named Hines, that, when attached to a sewing machine, would enable it to produce radio music, i was getting worried over who was going to pay the car fare, for my mother had always warned me against carrying large sums of money with me, when Alex came to my rescue and suggested that we drive down in his Rolls Royce. I considered this a good suggestion until I found out his chauffeur was Ellen Clark and then I informed Alex instantly that the walk would be beneficial to our health. As we started on our tour we noticed a large crowd gathered around a very excited Soap Box Orator. Judging from the name on the platform, one would take him to b Mr. Ivory whom I had seen widely advertised as being ninety-nine and three-fourths per cent. pure. Hut when with wild spasmodic gestures he started to sputter about swooping swallows snoring in the distance. 1 immediately recognized this would-be Demosthenes as our famous debator of “Ye olden school days. Janies Keating. (With apologies to Mr. Ivory long may he remain pure). Alex had kept himself well informed as to what the members of our class were doing. This was certainly interesting news to me. Blanche Humble, he said, had taken charge of the Destruction of French in C. H. S. Just then we passed a large sign which read. “Baker Baker, Auto Springs.” I noticed that the names were familiar. Alex informed me that Isabelle was head sales woman, while Irene tested each spring for durability. People hear quite a bit of Cletus Kelley now, for he cries newspapers in the busiest section of New York. I was pleasantly surprised to find so many of my former class mates in old New York and was ever on the alert hoping to see more of my fellow inmates of Conneaut high school. I was not disappointed in this, for I saw many more. Art Halliday, it seems, is not the only one of us who has attainted groat height, Gaylord Smith was formerly an air mail carrier but for economic reasons has been replaced by Russell Fancher. while Irma Myers, who. you will remember, greatly enjoyed playing post office while in C. H. S.. is postmistress of this route. Knowing the reputation of the Astor hotel. I, was growing anxious to view it. But as it came to view, Lo and Behold! the Astor had changed to a lily, in honor of Lily Bunker. In passing a large shoe store, 1 glanced in and saw a young man sur- rounded with shoe boxes piled three feet high, while the clerk was searching diligently for a larger pair of shoes. Because of this distinctive feature. 1 recognized the customer as George Cheney. I find that Albert O’Brien makes good use of his vocal organs in his struggle for existence. As we were passing a building just being constructed, I heard that familiar and melodious voice calling out More Bricks.” At this call I saw Don Parker grasp a brick in each hand, which is the union limit, and in-dicentally, stands in no great danger of being broken by Don. and rushed them to the industrious Albert. A short distance ahead we recognized Lucille Towne and Robert Andrews standing in front of an allotment, which was recently opened for sale. They were evidently making practical use of their experience gained in debate. Lucille firmly maintained that the colonial style would be more satisfactory, while Bob with equal ardor upheld the bungalow type. As they were siniiltaneoiisly bringing out some good points, we did not interrupt them. , Alex at this moment began to feel the pangs of hunger and since the feeling was mutual we entered a nearby restaurant. The place was marvelous and the waitresses did it full justice. Among the flock of fleet-footed dish-carriers I recognized Margaret Downer, Martha Jarvi and Alma Allberg. we observed two familiar figures sitting, or rather dozing, at a rear table, who appeared to have participated rather freely of beverages. Just as they reached their highest point of hilarity Ralph Downer, managing manager of everything imaginable, appeared and instructed Alma to conduct him to the door. Alma did this in a very unmanly way. As they were dragged past us we recognized them as Stanley Laird and Merwyn Liningcr. A few moments later and everything seemed to be coming my way, Margaret tilted her tray laden with hot coffee. She had recognized me. Alex, evidently jealous of all this attention I was receiving from the waitresses, seemed to think it advisable that we leave at once. He suggested that we get Maurice Baird, who lived a short distance away, and attend a circus which was on the bill for that day. There was a little delay in our program, however. Maurice said he would be delighted to attend a circus with us but he expected Genevieve home soon, and before leaving she had told him to have the ironing done when she returned. Both members of this family firmly believe that the man’s place is in the home. Maurice had received a Tattler recently and said there would be something in it of interest to us. Leaving Maurice to do his ironing we read the Tattler while making our way towards the circus. It held miny interesting things. Clarence Koelicker after taking the State Agricultural test realized that his talent lay along this line and now owns a mule ranch in South Africa. Clarence has named all of the mules Maxwellton because their braces are so bonnie. Lillian McGuire and Inez Holcomb have entered the agricultural field and are now trying to raise dates in Egypt. In a short article by Mr. Henry we read the startling news that he considered the high school priceless now that Howard had left. We were forced to postpone further reading, for by this time we had arrived at the entrance of the circus. As we turned to go into the grounds we were accosted by a man hobbiling along on one leg. Looking down. I realized at once that I was gazing into the sweet-smiling countenance of Lauri Ritari. After conversing with Rit several minutes I asked him by what strange accident it was that he had lost his leg. Rit then unfolded the heart-rending taleof how one dark and moonlight night while robbing Twitchel’s meat market he caught his leg in the sausage grinder. Being of a very generous disposition and feeling it our duty toward our former class-mate, Alex and I jointly contributed the price of a package of chewing gum. and showed our sporting blood by allowing Ritari to keep the gum just purchased. We noticed the towering form of Howard McMahon just in front of us. and hurrying ahead we finally reached him. Alex and T were very much surprised to find that Howard had survived the charms of the supposedly fair sex and still retained his freedom. What is the use of marrying. Howard tells us, now that the radio has made the phonograph so cheap? They not only last longer but the upkeep Is decidedly less. We were very glad to meet Howard for he paid our admission into the circus. The (Continued on page 80)