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

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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

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I 1926-THE COMMERCE-I926 QKQU 'IGN flatfoot for policemanj and said he didn't mind the work, as he walked in his sleep and caught diseases easily. That night I went to Crabtree's Theatre fyes, it was old Henry himselfj, and saw a fine show, besides having the pleasureof seeing two former classmates, Mildred Bollo and Dorothy Johnson, perform so well that they were called back four times. After the show I went to the Roast Beef Palace on Market Street and, while wait- ing for my order, I became interested in the rather stout manager, who was rushing about seating incoming patrons. I called him to my table and it took him quite a while to recognize meg I didn't think that Otto Huber would forget me so easily. He pointed out one of the waitresses and I was greatly surprised when he mentioned that her name was Helen Lubin. Even then I could picture to myself how she used to giggle at the least little word, while at school. Inasmuch as I needed some rest I went to a hotel and registered. The clerk looked at the name, grinned, and said, Hello, Louie, how's your old man? I was rather perplexed and was forced to inquire what his name was, whereupon I found out that he was another of the June, '26, boys-Richard Gilbert. He told me to take a good look at the elevator boy and I did, which resulted in my meeting another former classmate, Johnny Curran. He let me off on the wrong floor, and I almost got into the Wrong room, but was notified of my mistake by a well-directed boot, and landed in the hall with a clatter. I sent out to the drugstore for a bottle of liniment and, when the bellhop brought it back, I looked at the label and discovered that the manufacturer of this lotion was none other than Harold Cross. Upon further perusal of the label, I found that it was also good as a beverage, is used for all machinery, and is also useful as a hair 1'CSfOI'e1'. As it was a wonderful day I took an airplane taxi to Golden Gate Park in order to witness the Davis Cup Matclies, played on the new and wonderful courts, with the massive grandstands surrounding them. The actions of America's entry in the final match caused me to think Ca very unusual thingl back to school days, and it dawned upon me that this might be Germany I-Iirschfield and upon looking at the program I found it was true. After the match Cwhich Herr Hoishy wonj, I went to his dressing rooms and introduced myself, whereupon he took out a fine Wiener- schnitzel with rye-bread, and we indulged in a repast worthy of a place on a king's table. After leaving Hirschfield, I strolled about the park looking at the statues when I came to a beautiful piece of marble-work, carved to resemble a baseball player. I went over and touched it and, to my surprise, it jumped away. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. To be SU1'C, it was no statue but a human being, and that same human being was Thomas fRedj Conlan, who had been a great pitcher at school and whose work had almost won the inter-class championship for the Senior Class of June, '26. He told me that he was pitching for the New York Giants. Near this spot I saw a young lady painting on a canvas. I came up behind her and tried to figure the picture out, but gave up the task in despair and asked the artist when she was going to begin the painting. At this she turned around with a haughty stare, and was about to launch a verbal attack at me, when she stopped and uttered the following phrase: You may be next! Upon hearing this, I decided that this must be Marion Mallinger, and it was. ' I decided it was time to go back to the hotel, so I called a taxi and was taken to my dwelling place, where I proceeded to attack with plenty of wim, wigor and wilzzlity. While eating I listened to the music, and was well satisfied with the orches- tra, particularly the piano player. I went over to make a request for a special num- ber and saw that the pianist was Edward fIVIecca-Jakej Duffy, the boy who used to tickle the music box at the old school barn dances. He then played Annie fTwz'nfr- Ewell