High School of Commerce - Commerce Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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6-THB COMMERCE-1926 192 241:90 'IGN FLORENCE VINEYS Frrnth Clul:-Ilnlimr Club KATH ERINE F. WVALTERS Scrrcim-inl Slajf-Il'L-Ifnru C0H27lIil,l'I'TF'7'L'Ill'h Club- Srholarxlliff Socirty FREDA A. VVATSON' Ca m ern Clul:-Serralnrial Slnlf MABEI. XVI-IIPPLE SHU WONG ',-' Y 5.1 45 ii., 2.1, ,A -.27 .4 f nk N, LOUIS WooN CHARLES A. WALLGREN 11101-k C Soriely-Jam xml Slajf YOSI-iIO XVATANAB E .DORA VVEST A LB ERT NVEINER lSee P. 22D W1Lr.rAMsoN Svtrrlarful SMH- .llalhvmzzlics Club- Srhafnrshfp Society VIC'f0R XvERBY Basvlnlll-IC. 0. T. C. f'Twe11l3'-tllreefl

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1926- THQ COMMERCE-1926 'IGI' i e A -A new .L L, 1 M IRAO SUGAWARA Srrfrvlarful Slaff-Dvlmlfug Society-1Walhe'maifrx Club ELVIN SVENDSON fno photoj ALBERT VVEINIZR PHYLLIS C. TEMPLE lfelfarr' cY01IlllIlllI'! T Sri:-ure Club-Drlmliug Soricly ADOLPPI TEWES Jazz Baud BERT K. 'TRITSCHELLER Spiril Staff-11'Ialhe111aliL's Club-Sri:-ucc Club- Frfuuh Club-Dramalfcs Club-Slmup Club fTwer1ty-twol , ,Vx 59, W QQ p Q32 ff! 5 Qu 1 I, ff! ',,, 'YE EW -N vw ia, aw- L. eff? HELEN R. SUSSMAN Slamp Club-Dclaaliug S01'il'f-'l'1I,'l'1fHfU Commfllrr MODESTA TANTIMONACO Slamp Club-Italian Club EDNA FFIERSHUREN EVELYN N. THOMAS Drlmliug Sotivly- Sl'1'I'L'llll'lllISlll0' I4'1.oR,1zNcE C. VINCE 'wp' 1211 vlfrlra' Conziilllifv- S1'rre'lf1rinl Sing'-Drbaizrra Sorirly---Sffcure Club

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1926-Tr-In COMMERCE--1926 5 ifjilfl' 'C 'tc . M1 u 1 if ' .11 ffl: 5 .H iii 2 4 ' o 1 ts, N ,JM k, 1:1-am- ' -4 he '1- 'gf' x. A 2 mx -lliras AU -aa. y CLZSS PROPIIEC After graduating from the High School of Commerce in June, 1925, I decided to do something big and fine, so I hied myself back to Peoria, Illinois. and took upon myself the responsibility of being a first-class conductor on the town's great street car line. This line fwhich, by the way, was owned by Richard Enders, in my later years of servicej consisted of one antiquated excuse for a car and one horse, equally as ancient. After 14 years of honest and efficient service Q19-PO, to be exactj, I had saved enough money to retire. Another possible reason for my quitting was that the horse died. I chartered a special train to go back to my old home in San Francisco, Cal-ee- fawn-ee-ay. After several days of delay we finally got it started. Wlieii the first call for dinner had been sounded, I had been seated at my table for an hour, thinking I was in the chair car. I was awakened from my dreams by something warm falling on me, which, I found out, was a plate of Mzupi' the waiter had spilled over my Sears-Roebuck CNO. 131. I was about to remonstrate when I saw that the waiter was Wesley' Johnson who, as you remember, was an accomplished exponent of the lVIinuet. At my request he went through the dance with me Qalso the soupj to the ever-jazzy tunes of Chopin's Funeral lVIarch. He played several games with me Cand I discovered that he was very clever at making 7's and 1l'sj, much to my amuse- ment and his profit. At a station in Oklahoma l met Ruth llflarshall and found that she had mar- ried, after being undecided upon the question for several years after her gradua- tion. She told me that her husband is a big paint and brush man. Desiring to have a little experience I decided to ride into Oakland in the engi- neer's cab. The engineer showed how each bit of mechanism worked and l chanced to learn that he was none other than Stuart Rasmussen, the dramatics star of school days and plays. He told me that in Heeing from a mob of spectators Qafter one of his usual fine performancesj, he had been forced to flee by means of a stolen engine and since then had decided on the throttle as being more desirable than a career on the footlights and being on the receiving end of sundry vegetables. Wliile crossing on the ferryboat I bought a paper and was deeply interested in some exceptionally clever cartoons when I saw that they had been drawn by Ted Langlais, who had shown great ability, even while a mere school chee-ild. I was amazed to see the elevated railroads and the subways when I reached the city, and I felt as much at home as an Eskimo in Wisconsin. At this moment, I saw a great crowd coming toward me and I attempted to dodge it, but seemingly could not, so I closed my eyes and awaited the shock and probable death. Something like a hammer hit me on the back and I knew that I had been hit by the crowd, but upon opening my eyes I found it to be nothing but George fljhatsoj Duffy. He was a I TZUl'IIfl f0ll7'iI