Commerce High School - Ledger Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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tERSER Off Point Society, September 27, 1926. The term of apprenticeship will soon expire for the January class, so an election of officers was held. E elyn Boody was chosen president ; Don- ald Dahl, vice president; Jane Reeves, secretary; Harry Berg, treasurer; and Merton Boone, ser- geant-at-arms. Page 15

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EPCtERSER ON LYING ABED Marjorie Pangborn Most of the Caucasian race, yea everybodv, even unto the mere babe in the cradle, has experienced some time in their lives that uncanny, mysterious wish to lie abed just a little Ioniser. The reasons for this common maladv are as varied as a flapper ' s j;oloshes. B-r-r! you say to yourself one morninij. It ' s too cold to turn out now. I ' ll just wait until Dad calls me. Then as you are nicely dreaming and have come to the exciting portion, a stentorian voice booms a warning like that of a fog horn out at sea, time for you to get up, and you know that he means it just as you know that your history teacher means it vhen she tells you to memorize the list of presidents. Vhat time is it ? ' ou ask to stall for time. LIHRARV .cC Cy ou rouse sufficien Time for you to get up ! Dad s more em- tly tt answer, ' OyAl Jl phatic reply, and with a sleepy all right you pull the covers closer and turn over for a few stolen minutes of sleep and a resume of your dream. Dad comes storming into the room and yanks the covers from the bed and your clutching hands, interrupting the heroine just as she is about to be rescued by the hero. Your mind automatically registers continued in the next. Between shivers, you manage to sputter that you ' ll be right down if he ' ll give you time ; so Dad goes away satisfied, but with a glare in his eyes that makes you realize that he means business. For the third time you crawl under the com- forting covers and doze off. From a distance comes the sound of a slamming door — that is Dad going to work, and a smile of perfect contentment creeps over your angelic countenance. From very far off, is the sound of a feminine voice calling, Johnnie, oh, Johnnie, get up dear. It ' s almost 8 o ' clock and you ' ve got to get to school early this morning. Besides breakfast is cold. Par e U Geewiz, Ma, can ' t you let a guy get some sleep? Ain ' t a feller entitled to a vacation once ' n a wile? If they call up, tell ' em I ' m sick. My teachers won ' t know the difference anyhow. And, for the fourth time, you drift back to slum- ber in time to see the hero slay the villain with one stroke. Moral: Insomnia is jus t a bad habit. PANDORA ' S BOX (Look Out, We ' ve Opened the Sea Chest) Why does library work attract me? Mary Grunen — I love to read about the hand- some, romantic men in the story books. (What ' s the matter with our own men, Mar ' ?) Cleo Seely — It is a splendid place to nose out news. (We agree with you Cleo.) Robert Lambert — (Wailingly said when asked to look up a reference) There is no attraction at the Central library. Harriet Burns — I just love to see all the books ' appendixes. — (We always knew Harriet had a big bump of curiosity.) Mary Pintarich — ' ' ou know, seventh period my brain ' s as twisted with gossip and news as a spring, and I ' ve just gotta get some place to let the spring unwind and start working m ' tongue. Walter Hofmann — The atmosphere soaks into my cranium. Lena Lee says — It acts as a magnate towards Reuben Miller. He hasn ' t missed going there the first period this term. Anita Eymes — There are many books from which to obtain brain food, said the moth as it crawled into the dictionary. John Nagel — Yes, you bet, the library is a pretty fine place to spend your time. No foolin ' . The main attraction is the stock show — all the contented calves under the tables.

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LERSER CLASS POEM Good-bye to dear old Commerce High The time has come to say, Good-bye. Although our hearts may happy be It makes us sad to part from thee. Our school days are forever gone But life ' s real work has just begun, And when life ' s work is also past We pray we ' ve reached our goal at last. So if we win the world ' s great strife. And gain each battle all through life Our praise must always be for you Who taught us to be strong and true. And though our feet may pause or fail, As up we climb life ' s rugged trail We hope we ' ll all come, Smiling thru Oh, Commerce High, from thoughts of you. No steel or granite makes up our walls No marble rich seals up your halls. Yet granite and steel and marble you ' ve wrought To help us to win the battles we ' ve bought. The lesson you ' ve taught with strug ' zle and strife Will aid us on the road of Life. And thus we shall forever be Dear Commerce High, right true to thee. — Dolores Beeman CLASS SONG (To the Tune of Let Me Call You Sweetheart ) Commerce tho ' we ' re leaving. We shall still love you; In our thoughts you ' re dwelling, And our hearts are true. Friends may be forgotten, But no — never you ! Commerce, you are calling — Calling us to you. When the day is over. And our work is through, H e are always dreaming Of our days with you; Thinking of our teachers, And our classmates too — Commerce, we are yearning To come back to you ! By Louise Durrie Emma Griscbow CLASS COLORS Nile Green and Melal Silver CLASS MOTTO ' Al aster the Curren t: then the Sen ' I ' uije 16