Business High School - Commercial Record Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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42 The Commercial Record Evelyn was soon put on the sled and was being pulled home by the girls. It was not a very gay procession for each of the girls were thinking of the trouble they would get into when they got home. When Mrs. Albert saw Evelyn on the sled looking so white and drawn she was very much alarmed and ran out of the house to bring her in. We were sled-riding over on Stuart's hill and Evelyn hurt her leg said Bertha. Oh mother, sobbed Evelyn I didn't mean to play hook but-her voice trail- ed away into nothingness and she faint- ed. Please go for Doctor McCann said Mrs. Alberts to one of the girls, and hurry. When the Doctor arrived Mrs. Alberts had put Evelyn in bed and was anxious- ly waiting for him. After the doctor had examined Evelyn's leg he turned to Mrs. Alberts and said. She has broken her leg, but I don't think it will be very serious. A week or two's rest wll help her. ' Thank God said Mrs. Tlberts fer- vently. The next day when Catherine called she found Evelyn sitting up in bed looking curiously happy. Oh Catherine she cried, I've sure- ly learned my lesson this time. I'll never again say that there's no sense in saying Work before play. I'm so glad Evelyn said Catherine joyfully, and best of all Bertha has had her lesson too and we're all going to form a club and call it 'THE WORK BEFORE PLAY CLUB. What uu you think of that? Think of it, cried Evelyn. Why it almost makes me glad that I did break my leg. Elizabeth Darling, 10-B-5. A GLIMPSE OF THE 'WEST I am standing in the valley of the Willamette River in Oregon. To the east of me I can see Mt. Hood over 11000 feet high. It is 65 miles away yet it does not look to be over 6 miles at the most. The view is magnificent. A narrow valley stretches away to the base of the mountain with here and there a hill or a range breaking into it. At the foot of the mountain I can see large forests, the distance giving the trees a bluish tinge. A little nearer the trees look rather black, until at last my eyes wander nearer home and I see the trees are dark green. In the valley to the north of me I can see a threshing machine at work. Wagons are hauling the wheat in to the thresher and a great pile of straw is rising up under the end of the con- veyor. Farther away is a large herd of cat- tle. There must be over two hundred head at least. These are milch cows and belong to one of the dairies that supply the people of Portland with fresh milk. Far to the north I see Mt. St. Helens. It is 70 miles away. The top is rounded and from where I am standing it looks as if there would be good sled riding on the side of it. To the left of Mt. St. Helens a small mountain, with snow covered peak, forces its way into my sight. 'Some people say it is Mt. Rainier but they are not sure, so it is best to leave it nameless. To the west lies Council Crest on the other side of the Willamette over- looking Portland. Behind it lies the coast range. This range is covered with immense forests of pine, fir, spruce and many other woods. In the south I see more hills, ranges, and mountains, but none as high as those in the east and north. These are also covered with forests. Here is where the great forest fires occur when summer has been dry and hot. Many times have I seen the state militia go past on trains to fight these fires. Nearer at hand I see orchards of ap- ples, peach, plum, and cherry trees. Well do I kno-w these orchards, for, I like to visit them when the fruit is ripe.

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The Commercial Record 41 WVORK B l4IF0lilC PLAY Winter had come. Snow was on the ground everywhere and the world seemed to be one mass of dazzling white. How I hate to go to school, said Evelyn Alberts to her mother. I feel like staying home to-day. Oh no you don't, laughed her mother. You just think you do. You say that every morning. But, mother just look at that snow. What good sled-riding there will be on the hill. Work before play, quoted her mo- ther. Yes, but I don't like to work, grumbled Evelyn as she went out the door. On the way to school she met her friend, Catherine Johnson. Seeing her companion so gloomy made Catherine curious to know what was the matter. What's troubling you now? she asked. Why do we have to go to school on a day like this, questioned Evelyn. It's such a lovely day. Work before play quoted Catherine unconsciously, using the same words as Evelyn's mother had. Oh there's no sense in saying that, said Evelyn, angrily, everybody seems to be yelling that i nmy ears. They walked along in silence for some time until htey met some more girls from their school. One of these girls, Bertha Anderson was the leader of a group of girls who were always mischief-bent. Catherine did not like these girls and tried to get Evelyn away from them, but Evelyn wouldn't come so Catherine had to leave her, as it was getting late. Where are you going? asked Bertha. . Why to school of course answered Evelyn. Aren't you coming? Go to school on a day like this scoffed Bertha. I should say ll0l. We don't go to school when we can sled-ride, do we girls? Of course not: chorused the girls. Why don't you colne with us, asked Bertha we are going over to lunch basket and a toboggan in the old Stuart's hill and sled-ride. I hid a big shanty at the foot of the hill. But what will the teacher say? asked Evelyn more than half inclined to join the girls. Oh, her. We don't care about her said Bertha boastfully, leave on, Alright, l'll come. said Evelyn just a little doubtfully. It did not take the girls long to reach the place where the sled was hid, and soon they were climbing the hill laboriously. They reached the top and started down. It was a glorious ride and Evelyn told herself she was glad she had come but conscience whispered You should be in school. Once, twice, three times they climbed the hill and rode down again. The fourth time they got to the top Bertha, who was a poor guider insisted upon guiding the sled and so they started down. Half way down the hill Bertha suddenly swerved the sled and hitting upon a stone the shock of the contact threw the girls off the sled. Bertha was the first of the girls up and, lind- ing herself unhurt began to look around for her companions. Are we all here she cried looking around. Yes-but where's Evelyn. They looked everywhere, hut could not see her. Evelyn, Evelyn. cried Bertha. becoming very much alarmed when a faint voice cried, Ht-lp! help! Where are you? She was Running in the direction of the sound of the voice Bertha and the girls look- ed over a bank and saw Evelyn lying: at the foot of it. In a minute the girls were beside her helping her up. Oh my leg moaned poor I-Ivelyn I can't walk. We'll have to pull you home then said Bertha. l'll get the sled.

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The Commercial Record 43 Suddenly, as I am dreaming of by- gone days, I hear a bell ringing, and I mentally say to myself, Sam get a move on that's the bell for typewrit- ing. Samuel McClelland, 10-B-4, l'IlEANl+lRt PLAYS All the members of our class surely appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed at- tending the Nixon Theater to see Shakespeare's As You Like It. Our English teacher gave us a syn- opsis of the play, and read to us some of the selected passages, to give us some notion of the general story. The play was much better relished and un- derstood by us on account of this pre- paration. When we heard these beauti- ful extracts, some unaltered, from the lips of Rosalind, Orlando, Jacques, Touchstone, Adam, and others, we fully appreciated the pathos and delightful humor of this play, and our wish is that this play may cultivate our taste for better, cleaner, more wholesome plays Perhaps, you have always thought Shakespeare a dry old preacher. If you have, this good clean-cut love story tsurprised, are you?l combined with comedy tmore surprised?J would have changed your mind very quickly. The advice given to lovers by Rosa- lind was laugh-provoking. Touchstone was welcomed by everyone, as was shown by the laughing foces when he appeared. Orlando, poor Orlando, what a hero he did make. The girls wish Orlandos lived in this century. tBoys. it is up to you to supply them.J Each character has his own diverting and amusing personality. If you had see nit, you would have felt, rather than seen the deep feeling revealed in this story which is charac- teristic of all Shakespeare's works. The cheap plays you can see any time would be far removed from your thoughts, and when they would occur to you, you would shrink from and re- pulse them. As You Like It is one of the clran- est, sweetest stories ever written. May all future plays bt- as clean and sweet. ll K 9- X- SI-ZWING A sewing exhibition, under the direc- tion of Miss Kroenert. Sewing Instruct- or, was held Thursday and Friday, December 16 and 17 in the auditorium. The exhibition, wl1icl1 was open to the public, consisted of sensible flannelette night dresses, dressing sacques for mothers, bloomers, princess slips, shirt waists for the business girls: particular- ly seventy five of our girls who are ex- pecting to graduate next month: waists for mothers, skirts made over front capes and other discarded clothes. a dress made from a cape, some remodel- ed dresses, a dress suitable for gradua- tion, dresses for the baby, a housekeep- ing outfit, several kitchen aprons, a coat made from n1other's old coat for little sister, several coats with hats to match for younger sisters, several regulation Peter Thompson school dresses, a haby's knitted sweater, some knitted wash cloths. hats made from scraps of velvet, remodeled hats, doll clothes fo rthe Toy nxission, scarfs, a purse and a piano scarf. The exhibit had a very distinct note of economy. a good lint-, and a great variety ol' article snecessary to complete any girl's wardrobe. lt is a notable fact that the girls. in taking ad- vantage of the opportunity prest-ntetl by the sewing department. did lttll forget the other members of their home. Bliss Bryce and Miss Me-igan visited the ex- hibit and were very well pleased with the resttlt of the work done by the girls of the Business High School. Mary Shall, 10-A-3.