Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1910 volume:

QTfjere’s fjeapfi o’ jop 3n tljis book o' ours! £ ’erlook tbe tfjorns, Sin’ just pluck tfj’ floto’rs. — QEfje (gbitors iDetrication in appreciation of bis inbaluable belp in tf)t publication of this boob, anb bis Umbness anb genial frienb bip, toe gratefully bebicate tbis, tbe firat $igb School of Commerce Annual to Solomon $®eimer. —Cbe Cbitors Cover Design by Pearl Snyder................. Dedication .................................. Contents (Design by P. W. Buzek)............. Annual Board ................................ Greeting .................................... History of the School........................ Departments in Detail........................ Design by Florence Nally..................... Faculty ..................................... The Old High School of Commerce (Poem)....... Senior Class Design (Ella Schroeder)......... Sylvia Bazil, in Memoriam (Design by Pearl Sheer) Post Graduates .............................. King Chemistryx the Cruel, a Drama........... Design by Kathleen O'Brien................... Societies (Design by Florence M. Ott)........ Ecremmoc Society (Design by A. J. Buzek)..... Page 3 4 6 7 8 11 15 17 18 19 23 32 43 44 45 46 4 Contents — Continue Kormaw Society (Design by A. J. Buzek) . . Debates (Design by A. J. Buzek)............ Music (Design by Elsie Wolf)............... Orchestra ................................. The High School of Commerce (Poem) . .. The Empyrean Spring........................ Chemistry Laboratory....................... Athletics (Design by Ethel Ruch)........... Class of 1911.............................. Class of 1912.............................. Class of 1913.............................. Calendar (Design by Ethel Fenwick)......... Literature (Design by Anna Rau)............ Jokes (Design by Vida Platt)............... Finis (Design by P. W. Buzek).............. Advertisements (Design by Merle D. Weir) 49 52 53 54 56 57 58 59 65 68 70 74 79 115 136 137 5 tfjc £§ cfjool In presenting to you this, the first Annual of the High School of Commerce, we thank you for your generous and hearty support. In acting as your representatives we have endeavored conscientiously to fulfill the duties so generously bestowed upon us. That the High School of Commerce may ever thrive, gaining steadily in wit and wisdom, is our earnest and heartfelt wish. Our task is now completed, and we respectfully submit to your approval this volume, trusting that in future years it may be a source of inspiration, reminding you of many happy days spent under the “White and Gold.” THE EDITORS. SSnnual iBoarb Edmund J. Kirby....... Valeria A. Schacha.... Arthur J. Buzek...... Herbert L. Sinek...... Walter B. Madigan... Edmo I. Combs......... Blanche E. Caldwell'... Harold M. Nichols____ Richard C. DeForest.. Clara Pfister......... Fred Dubbs............ Thomas V. Murphy... Ella E. Schroeder..... Miss Nellie M. Amidon Mr. Jude L. Hcald Mr. J. Earl Griffith (4)........................Editor-in-Chief. (4).. .Assistant Editor-in-Chief—Literary. (4).....................Business Manager. (4)..........Assistant Business Manager. (4)..............................Solicitor. (4).........................Society Editor. (4).............................Art Editor. (4)..............................Athletics. (4)...............................Humorist. (3).......................Associate Editor. (3).......................Associate Editor. (2).......................Associate Editor. (1).......................Associate Editor. 7 Advisory Board. tjstorp IN introducing the High School of Commerce to the public, The Annual quotes largely from the School Curriculum. “The High School of Commerce. the outgrowth of the century’s needs, had its immediate origin in the report of the Educational Commission appointed by President Orth, of the Board of Education, in February, 1906. The sub-committee of this commission, to whom was referred the technical and commercial phase of public education, was known as the ‘Committee on Schools and the Bread Winners,’ and was composed of Charles S. Howe, C. A. McCormick and Francis Prentiss. After due deliberation, the committee made its report recommending, among other advanced measures, the establishment of a High School of Commerce. “Regarding this work, the committee had this to say, ‘The majority of the boys and many of the girls who graduate from our high schools go into business. The average boy who goes into business life knows very little about business methods. He perhaps knows a little bookkeeping, a little stenography and a little typewriting, but this is about all he has had. It is possible to give a student in a Commercial high school a course of study which will train him in business methods, which will make him an enthusiast in business and which will render him of immediate use to his employer. “ ‘As the college course broadens the mind and enables a man to think along many lines, so a thorough commercial training will broaden the mind and enable the student to reason, to think and to understand throughout his business career.’ “Acting upon the recommendation of the Educational Commission, the Board of Education decided to establish a High School of Commerce. The building at the comer of Bridge avenue and Randall road, formerly occupied by the West High School, was remodelled and equipped for a High School of Commerce.” Thus it is seen that the school from its inception has been planned with a definite purpose in view. The ideal of a high preparation for business gives the key to the needs of the school. The building up and bringing about results started in no haphazard way but is an intentional and systematic outgrowth of the effort to supply the needs of the business world. “The doors of the new school were opened for the admission of students October 4. 1909, and the school started with an enrollment of 437, almost the 8 limit of the capacity of the building.” This enrollment included both boys and girls and showed the popularity of the new movement. The beginning was most encouraging, and the problem of practicality gains in interest at every turn. At present, every available space in the building is occupied as a class room, and while music is taught, the classes for this subject arc obliged to take some recitation room that may chance to be vacant for one period. The school has a well appointed gymnasium which is used by the boys and the girls on alternate days. A lunch room has been furnished ample for the accommodation of all desiring to procure food at the school building. There is one large study room which, on occasion, must accommdate itself to being a hall for entertainment. The school is handicapped by lacking a room for library purposes, but a Carnegie library in the next block will soon minimize the lack. The Board of Education has subscribed in the name of the school for many of the best literary, educational, and business publications of the country, and from these the progress of the world is kept in mind, and an occasional recitation is devoted to world topics. Thus it will be seen that Herculean efforts are making and for the past year have been endeavoring to bring this great living machinery into the smoothest working order. Vital problems must be solved. The High School of Commerce considers as an important factor in education the duality of the individual. The gaining of knowledge by the mind and the storing of the same for future use are both as valuable to the student as the gaining and laying up of capital are to the business man. But the commercial education demands far more than the use of the mind as a store house. Knowledge gained should be practically used, until it becomes assimilated with the individual, and in this way much of the machinery for storage purposes is rendered useless. Thus instead of a theoretical, our aim is to advance a practical education. But the practical application must be so arranged as to bring educational processes before the pupils as life issues. Education must be made earnest and of absorbing interest. “The old order changeth yielding place to the new.” In the early days of our nation, as our Superintendent has reminded us, generalized labor made practical problems of life general. Lands must be measured, trees must be felled, houses and barns must be built; all this and more must be accomplished at the hands of the people. Spinning, weaving, garment making, cooking, and every variety of work, all were done at the home. Home education then was of paramount value when every member of the family had some duty to perform. Today specialization has eliminated home training, and most of our education is relegated to the schools. But while in the years gone by practical problems were more general, much more energy was required to accomplish the world’s purposes. Wear and loss, occasioned 9 by unsystematized effort, caused unsatisfactory results. Today the problem is to secure the best results and minimize the expenditure of time and labor. Dealing with the novelty of untried processes, the High School of Commerce must make experiments, hence its first year has been occupied with problems of a vast nature. What of the old methods must be omitted, what of the new are of vital importance can be decided only by practical demonstration. The school has from the first endeavored to set the standard of business education high, to aim at meeting the wants of the century, and to advance cautiously but continuously until the commercial education shall in a measure be commensurate with the world’s commercial interests. 10 ©epartmente tn Betail vV gbbanceb ©Horfe in political (Economy anb Commercial Hato THE purpose in this department is to enable the pupil to learn enough about law to keep him out of the courts and the difficulties into which ignorance of legal documents and usages might lead him. The course in economics lies along the main lines of political economy with strong branch lines extending into the fields of local industries. Jlfjpgiologp anb JJotanp THE work in botany precedes and prepares the way for that in physiology. Such plant-structures as are necessary for an understanding of the physiology and for a very general view of the plant-kingdom are studied. In this work the plants used are largely those of economic importance. In studying the lower forms the subjects of yeasts and molds in the household, the useful bacteria, the precautions necessary in the case of bacteria causing disease, are taken up. Among the higher plants special attention is given to those that arc helpful later in the course in commercial geography. In the physiology the emphasis is laid on hygiene. An effort is made throughout to teach the girls to care for themselves, especially under such conditions as they are likely to meet in a business life. Commercial eograpf)p THE course in commercial geography considers commercial conditions, commercial products and commercial countries. Under conditions are included those natural and other phenomena that affect commerce in any manner, climate, surface, fertility of soil and natural resources. Products includes a study of those things which enter into trade, both agricultural and manufactured products. The location of the different countries is learned with reference to latitude and longitude in such a manner that 11 distances and differences in time can be calculated mentally with sufficient accuracy to estimate freight deliveries and the receipt of telegrams. Transportation routes and sources of commercial products arc carefully considered. The department is fully equipped with maps, globes and lantern slides for the proper illustration of the work. IN the study of banking each pupil is required to occupy every position in a modem bank except the presidency. Loose-leaf systems, card-indexing, cataloging, and the various applications of system in business organization are put into practice by each pupil. The use of helps and short-cuts is en couraged. Enough of advertising and auditing is introduced to open the way to development along these lines. HIS department aims to give to students mastery over a foreign lan- guage sufficient to enable them to converse and carry on correspondence in such language. Much attention is paid to grammatical construction and to commercial correspondence. Besides acquiring a general vocabulary the student also becomes thoroughly acquainted with a broad technical vocabulary, covering the terms peculiar to commerce. In making out exercises, this department keeps in close touch with other departments and whenever possible makes the topics of these the basis for work in modem languages. Considerable time is given to conversational exercises. At all times good English and good spelling is insisted upon in translating a modern language into English. IT is the purpose of this department to make good business writers, to aid the students in becoming masters of a smooth, rapid and legible handwriting that shall be suited to business forms, account books and business correspondence in general. The copies are systematically arranged from the simple elements composing the letters to the sentence and full written page, and with which is combined all the ordinary business forms such as notes, checks, receipts, drafts, letters of credit, etc. Good writing can be made habit, and it is for this we are aiming. gfobanceb S lork in Banking, Jfinance, Business Organisation, transportation, etc. iWobern languages $3enmanskip anb Business Jforms 12 American J isstorp, Cibits anb jflunicipal aftibitieb MAGAZINE articles, selected books, consular reports, are by way of suggestion. Closely correlated with the history, civics opens the way to a serious effort to acquaint our pupils with the main features of our national and state governments, with additional emphasis on the government of Cleveland as an illustration of municipal activities. Lessons are prepared from the streets, shops and factories. HE main purpose of the course in history is to give the students a gen- eral view of the growth of commerce. It tries to show them how the institutions of commerce, such as banking, transportation systems, commercial associations, etc., began and developed into what they arc today, and how they have helped commerce, how closely commerce is related to other activities, and what a factor it has been in shaping political questions. It aims to give the student a new point of view, to broaden his horizon, to help him to appreciate better what the past has done for us, as well as to realize better the advantages and opportunities of the present. THE course of training in the use of English is based upon the principles of practical efficiency. Commercial correspondence must be clear in meaning, concise and correct in form and forceful in tone. The aim of the composition work in this school is to drill continuously on these principles until the student habitually observes them in practice. Prose rather than poetic selections are read. By means of thorough training the student acquires: Command of an expressive vocabulary; Skill in construction of sentences and paragraphs; A habit of speaking the language intelligently; Familiarity with styles of authors noted for clear, forceful, concise expression of thought. WE aim to master the definitions of words, phrases and terms used in this subject that the student may be enabled to master the principles. All the papers handled by the pupil are explained and their importance emphasized. The books of original entry are discussed and their legal importance History of Commerce department of Cnglisf) department of bookkeeping 13 made clear. The balance sheet is analyzed and the student is required to tell why the difference between the two sides of an account is a loss, gain, resource, or liability. The training here given must be so thorough that our pupils may be of immediate use in a business office. OMPETITION in business at the present time is largely one of quality. skill and beauty. A knowledge of construction, of design and color, a study of the materials and processes of production are necessary in successful selecting and buying. The future business man is given skill in the correct display and convincing advertisement, and intelligent sale of his stock. The clerk is directed in his arrangement of window and show-case. The stenographer is shown how to space his letters and business papers, and is directed in the printing of placards, notices and labels. The aim of the courses is not so much to give proficiency in the arts and crafts as to give discrimination and judgment. IT is the purpose of this department to train girls and boys for responsible positions as stenographers. With the study of the principles of shorthand comes a broadening of the student’s knowledge of English—correct enunciation, the meaning and use of words, and a larger vocabulary. As the work progresses, facility and accuracy are developed in both shorthand and touch typewriting. In typewriting special attention is given to correct arrangement of letters and miscellaneous forms. At the end of the course the student is able to write in shorthand his own thoughts or the dictation of others, and to transcribe the same on the typewriter neatly and accurately. IN the work in chemistry an effort is made to acquaint the pupil with the properties, and the uses resulting from such properties, of the many commodities about which the bulk of trade is centered. In the laboratory the pupil is taught to classify the different grades of the raw and finished materials and a drill is given in practical and easy tests for the purity or for adulterants commonly found in these materials. Frequent excursions arc made by the class to many of the local manufacturing establishments where the principles studied in the class room are seen in actual operation. applieb arts—Jflanual arts fefjortfjanb Department Cfjemistrp 14 Department of $f)psical draining anb i)pgient THIS department aims to promote the health and vigor of pupils and to aid them in securing and maintaining a high standard of physical efficiency. The means of accomplishing this are, first, a progressive course of physical training, including hygienic, educational and recreative gymnastics. Second, a series of talks on hygiene, sanitation, relation of good health to a successful career, effects of alcohol and narcotics, etc. All pupils are given a thorough physical examination before they are permitted to enter the gymnasium classes. If any irregularities are found special attention is given. Aside from the regular work, every pupil is encouraged to participate in some form of competitive activity. Separtment of itlatfjematics THE work of the Department of Mathematics is designed to meet the clearly defined vocational aim of the school. Emphasis is therefore placed upon the practical side of the subject, and yet, by the judicious elimination of topics and correlation of subjects, we aim to retain that which is really essential and most valuable in developing the pupil’s reasoning powers. By insisting upon absolute accuracy in all calculations, we strive to develop the habit of concentration of effort, sustained attention and industry. A constant effort is made to relate the work to the various business activities of the city. 15 Jfacultp of tfje Jjhgfj g cfjool of Commerce Mr. Solomon Weimcr, Principal. Mr. S. R. Hoover, Assistant Principal, Baldwin University, B. A.. M. A. Miss Nellie M. Arridon, A. B., A. M., Assistant Principal, Geneva Normal School, Belmont College. Mr. James S. Curry, Upshur Academy and Normal School, Spencerian Business College, Department of Shorthand. Mr. E. Wilbur Harrison, Pernin Business College. Michigan State Normal School, Shorthand and Penmanship. Miss Pearl Palmer, Spencerian Business College, Maryland College for Women, B. S., Commercial Geography and Shorthand. Mr. Harvey C. Ditmer, Oberlin Business College, Department of Bookkeeping. Mr. J. O. Gordon, Ashland University, B. E.. Penmanship. Business Forms. Mr. Jude L. Hcald, Indiana State Normal School, Northwestern University, Department of English. Mrs. Lilian R. Pardee, Buchtel College, Boston School of Oratory, English. Mr. Anton Fx. Gehring, Western Reserve University, Ph. B., Department of Modem Languages. Mr. Joseph M. Johnston, Indiana State Normal School, Indiana University, Department History of Commerce. Mr. H. T. McMyler, Miss Edith Beman, Western Reserve University. Ph. B., University of Michigan, Mathematics. Mr. Charles F. Dutton, Jr., Oberlin College. A. B.. Department of Commercial Geography. Miss Olive Pittis, Valparaiso University, B. S., Post-graduate at Harvard, Western Reserve, and Cornell Universities, English and Commercial Geography. Miss Edith Twiss, Ohio State University. Ph. D., University of Michigan, Department of Physiology and Botany. Mr. John M. Harsh, Ohio State University. A. B.. Greaduate School, Western Reserve University, A. M.t Department of Chemistry and Physics. Mr. Samuel Zechar, Otterbein University, A. B.. English. Mr. J. Earl Griffith, State Normal School, Cortland. New York, Honor Graduate in professional ability, Pratt Institute, New York City, Applied Arts. Miss Marguerite A. Rue, New York State Normal School, Teachers' College, Columbia University, Manual Arts. Mr. Orson E. Warfield, B. P. E., International Y. M. C. A. Training School, Starling, Onto, Medical School, Department of Hygiene Physical Culture. Miss Alice Bandeen, Cushing Academy, New Haven Normal School of Gymnastics, Department of Physical Culture. Mr. John W. Creig, Rochester University. Vories Business College. Penmanship. Western Reserve University, University of Wisconsin, Department of Mathematics. Mr. Manville, Private Tutors in Music. Music Department. 17 Cl)t ©lb 5)igl) H cl)ool of Commerce How dear to my heart is the High School of Commerce, When Memory’s great store-house presents it to view. The teachers, the tests, and the ne’er-ending lessons, And frequented spots that my trembling feet knew. The up-pointed pin, and the lad that was by it, The mind that was vacant, the memory so poor, The oft-slighted lessons and the poor recitations, And the office that to culprits was certain and sure. The Old School of Commerce, The dear School of Commerce, The beloved School of Commerce, How your memories allure. The gymnasium, too, and the lassies that prized it. The basket-ball team, and the freshies that tossed. The shouts of our foes, and their triumphs repeated, And the games that again and again had been lost. The debating club, too, which we hailed as a treasure, For often when weary, we welcomed the change. And found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, To see in what realms the fancy could range. The Old School of Commerce, The dear School of Commerce, The beloved School of Commerce, How your memories allure. Plow closely we listened with face that was glowing For any rare point which the speaker might gain, And some with a pride that was quite overflowing, We found we had listened but not all in vain. And now far removed from that temple of learning My thoughts oft return to those privileges gone by, With a thoughtful regret and a sorrowful yearning, I remember with pleasure the H. S. of C. The Old School of Commerce, The dear School of Commerce, The beloved School of Commerce, How your memories allure. ELEANOR MATCHETT, ’13. 18 (Officers of tfje Senior Class Edmund J. Kirby . Ora L. Lampus ... Arthur J. Buzek . . Edwin Krauss Harold J. Romanis 20 .......President . .Vice-President .......Secretary ........Treasurer Sergeant-at-arms f)oem. (Senior) In our High School bright and cheery, Sits the class of nineteen ten, We’re the class that grows not weary Striving o’er and o’er again. Four long years have Seniors battled. Trying now our very best To uphold the new school’s standard, Though we’re here from East and West. Some from Glenville, some from South High, Though the number may be small, Central, Lincoln, swell the crowd who Fill our High School’s spacious hall. Here you’ll find the plodding worker, Well prepared to enter life, Not the worthless, lazy shirker With no heart for future strife. Nineteen ten, dear class of pilgrims. Honors we are getting nigh. Thine are now our youthful powers, All thy chosen few, aim high. VALERIA SCHACHA, 1910. 21 Clasts! of ’10 In October 1909, were gathered from the various high schools of the city, the elements of the Class of 1910. Thirteen pupils came from East High School; nine from Central; seven from Lincoln; six from West; three from Glcnville; two from South and one from Shaw. After three years of industrious work, the students left their old schoolmates and teachers and entered The High School of Commerce to continue their business training. Now that the Seniors arc completing their journey, they look back and recall the important events which concerned them on the way. Usually a body of people travel with a leader and for this reason the Seniors had their first meeting, October 29, 1909, and elected officers to guide them through their class meetings and social events. Besides organizing two societies now known as the Kormaw and Ecrem-moc Clubs, the students of the first graduating Class, of this High School, conceived the idea of publishing an annual. Although the days and weeks passed quietly, as individuals, most of the Seniors have been active in making their last days of the school year pleasant and enjoyable. While we Seniors regret leaving our friends and our school, still we rejoice that our future is to be one of industry, and in hours of labor we shall ever have with us sweet memories of our days at “The High School of Commerce.” 3n JWemortam v t fepltoia JSajil It was with great sorrow that the class of 1910 learned of the death of their classmate. Miss Sylvia Bazil, Saturday evening, February 12. Leaving her friends and schoolmates at South High, she entered the High School of Commerce to complete her business training. From the first she showed unusual ability as a student and her ambition and love of study sustained her for four weeks, when, on account of illness, she left school hoping to regain her health. Her quest was in vain. The funeral of Miss Bazil was held at her home, February 16, and a beautiful floral tribute was sent by her teachers and schoolmates. She was an earnest and conscientious student, and a devoted and faithful friend. The purity and nobility of her character exerted an influence for good in the lives of those who were so fortunate as to be closely associated with her. 23 VALERIA ANNE SCHACHA. “Val.” “Ever found unwavering true.” Annual Board Kormaw. Commencement. LEONARD GERHARD HADDE. “Len.” “I will not retreat a single inch.” Executive Committee Senior Class. Scrgeant-at-Arms Ecremmoc. Commencement. FLORENCE CAROLINE HOLLOWAY. “Floe.” “Credulous beyond credulity, she believes everything.” RICHARD CLYNE DEFOREST. “‘Dick’ ‘Dog.' ” “Nature hath formed strange beings in her times.” Annual Board. Ecremmoc. ETHEL WHIPP. “Nibs.” “What’s in a name.” Kormaw. Orchestra. Class Day. 24 CLARA EMMA VIETZ. “Beets. “Human life hath not a surer friend.-’ Kormaw. ARTHUR JAMES BUZEK. “Buz.” “We spend our days in deliberating.” Annual Board. Secretary Senior Class. Ecremmoc. LAURA ELIZABETH HAWKINS. “La La.” “She is a woman and therefore to be won.-’ Kormaw. WALTER B. MADIGAN. “Liz.” “My love is a fever.” Annual Board. Pres. Athletic Ass. Treasurer Ecremmoc. Commencement. JULIA CREER. “Jewel.” “She’s beautiful and therefor to be woo’d.” Executive Committee Senior class. Class Day. Kormaw. 25 SILVIA J. KIRIAN. “Maggie.” “For beauty is a witch against whose charms faith melteth into blood.” Secretary Kormaw, second term. RAYMOND ALVIN JOSLIN. “Gosling.” “Men were deceivers ever.” Orchestra. Ecremmoc. ESTHER FOLEY. “Jane.” “I love nobility.” Sergeant-at-Arms Kormaw, second term. Orchestra. EDWIN KRAUSS. “Caruso.” “Nor can a man make him laugh, but that’s no marvel; he drinks no wine.” Treas. Senior Class. Manager Basket Ball Team. Ecremmoc. Class Day. BEATRICE LOUISE HOUSEGO. “Wessie.” “Wearing all that weight of learning like a flower.” Kormaw. •2G ANTON JOSEPH KARLOVEC. “Antonio.” What care we for grinding study.” Ecremmoc. MABEL ELIZABETH HUMMEL. “Babe.” .... “how wayward is this foolish love.” Kormaw. Class Day. HERBERT LAWRENCE SINEK. “Fat.” “That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.” Annual Board. Ecremmoc. South and Tech Debates. Commencement. EDMO IZORA COMBS. “Sis.” O Gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse.” Annual Board. Kormaw. CLYDE JAMES DOWNING. Ecremmoc. “Claudie.” . . . . “to make a sweet lady sad, is my offense.” 27 BESSIE ANNA HAFEMEISTER. “Rosie.” “Red as a rose is she.” Executive Committee Senior Class. Class Day. Kormaw. JOSEPH MICHAEL MARTIN. “Micky.” “Who steals my purse steals trash.” Ecremmoc. EMMA MARIE EMDE. “Em.” Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” Sergeant-at-Arms Kormaw, first term. CARL THUMM. “Fingers.” “What a haste looks thru his eyes.” Ecremmoc. Orchestra. PEARL MORRIS. “Pail.” “She knew when to leave off.” Vice President Kormaw, third term. Class Day. 28 FRED JOHNSON. “Fritz. “The world knows nothing of its greatest men. South and Tech Debates. Class Day. Ecremmoc. BESSIE LUELLA MARTIN. “Effie.” “A daughter of the gods divinely tall, and most divinely fair.” Kormaw. LADIMER LUSTIG. “How sour sweet music is. Secretary Ecremmoc. HAROLD J. ROMANIS. “Roe.” “A Roman with a Roman’s heart can suffer.” Sergeant-at-Arms Senior Class. Basket Ball Team. Ecremmoc. Manager Baseball Team. BLANCHE ELIZABETH CALDWELL. “Tommy” “Ann.” “Music hath charms.” Treas. Kormaw, second term. Annual Board. Orchestra. 29 STELLA LILLIAN BECK. Becky.” Vice President Kormaw, first term. Orchestra. Commencement. HAROLD M. NICHOLS. Nick.” “They that thrive will take counsel from their friends.” Annual Board. President Ecrcmmoc. South and Tech Debates. Commencement. JAMES ANTHONY COSGRIFF. Cossie.” Kindness in women not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.” Manager Track Team. Ecremmoc. ORA L. LAMPUS. Gin.” Vice President Senior Class. Commencement. President Kormaw 1st and 2nd terms. 30 MILDRED CLAIRE BOLTEY. “Cupid.” Happily a woman’s voice may do some good.” Class Day. Pres. Kormaw, third term. NELLIE ELIZABETH KING. “Ike.” “Do you not know I am a woman? When I think I must speak.” Secretary Kormaw, first term. Class Day. EDMUND JAMES KIRBY. Ed.” To much honor, ’tis a burden.” Pres. Senior Class. Commencement. Editor Annual. Basket Ball. Ecremmoc. PEARL MAY MAXWELL. “Red.” “Virtue is beauty.” Executive Committee Senior Class. Treasurer Kormaw, third term. Commencement. 31 EVA LOUISE HUBERTY. “Eve.” “Who runs fastest gets the ring.” Kormaw. JULIA ZAYNZ. “Dutch.” “Parting is sweet sorrow.” Kormaw. JOHN FRANK HASEY. “Casey” “Jack.” “I am a part of all that I have met.” Ecremmoc. •M $ogt- @rat)uate ©Horlt WE live in an age of intense mental activity and ever increasing nerve strain. In order to cope successfully with these existing conditions a great deal of intellectual training is essential. The post-graduate readily realizes the value of mental discipline. The High School of Commerce presents an interesting field to the graduate of academic high schools who desires a business training. Its basis is practical, its course of study is rational, and its instruction is unexcelled. A mind having been for four years systematically cultivated by intense mental activity should, at the expiration of that time be trained in those subejets which prepare for the responsible work of life. The Business Course affords scope for keen and close observation, it combines thought and action. Skilful guidance, which is absolutely necessary at this point, is found in the High School of Commerce. We hope that in future years many will appreciate the excellent instruction which this school affords, and take advantage of it, as we, the postgraduates of ’10, have done. Wc wish others success in this work, because to be a leader here means leadership in the world, for real life is reproduced within the class-room. Our instructors cause us to reflect the life of the out-side world. We hope that others may enjoy the same pleasant companionship with teachers and pupils. With loyalty to our own schools, we still say, “Here’s to the Post Graduates of High School of Commerce!” IMOGENE PILCHER, WINIFRED HINCKLEY, Class ’09, Lincoln High School. OLGA KERRS, Class ’08, South High School. 32 Mayings of Seniors J. Martin— I'm a Mick. Nichols— Well I should say.” Johnson— Well what do you think of that? Joslin—“By jinks. Madigan— Gog. Karlovec— Oh gee. De Forest— Believe me, boy. Cosgriff— No one could do it like father.” Hadde— You don’t say.” Romanis— A-a-a-w.” Lampus— Sugar. Caldwell— For the land’s sake.” Foley— Jiminy crickets. Combs-- Oh fudge.” Hafemeister— Oh gee, blame it. Beck— Well I’ll be jiggered.” Creer— How do you make that out? Boltey— Great guns.” Kirian— Ach Himmel. Schacha—“I’ll get there maybe. B. Martin— Oh hen.” Whipp— Oh dear. King— By hen. 83 Commencement Speakers Stella Beck Ora Lampus Harold Nichols Leonard Hadde Walter Madigan Valeria Schacha Edmund Kirby Pearl Maxwell Herbert Sinek Orator, Pianist, Poetess. Historian, . Vocalist, Class ZBap Speakers . . . . Fred Johnson . . Ethel Whipp . . Mabel Hummel Edwin Krauss Mildred Boltey Prophecy, Bessie Hafemeistei Julia Creer Nellie King Pearl Morris 35 tEI)t Senior Snformal One day just as the classes were changing, a little, piping voice was distinctly heard asking some of the senior boys (who were standing around looking wise) whether or not they knew how to dance. They looked down and saw their old friends, Bessie Hafemister and Julia Creer. The boys informed the young ladies that they were not familiar with the terpsichorean art. Upon this, the chief executors walked away with looks of discouragement. This, however, was the beginning of the senior party, which took place, Wednesday evening, December twenty-second, 1909. At about six P. M. of that all important day, the first comers arrived before the “Temple of Knowledge” and at six-thirty all repaired to the dining room where they had supper. After this enjoyable feast extemporaneous speeches were given by our principal, Mr. Weimer, and several other members of the faculty. At this time our “Basement Bat” informed us that the gymnasium doors were open and thither we went. The “gym” had been previously decorated in the class colors and school pennants in honor of the occasion. Here games were played for some time and as a reward for brilliant playing prizes were given. To complete the evening’s enjoyment the seniors then spent a short time in dancing. But all too soon the time for the informal to close arrived. Reluctantly the happy company disbanded, all wending their way homeward, each agreeing that he had had a good time, and congratulating the executive committee on the success of the first senior party. 30 iiicbnames of tfje Senior (Class Cosgriff .. . Sinek ..... Kirby ..... Downing .. J. Martin .. Hadde .... Buzek...... Hasey ..... Johnson ... Krauss Madigan .. Karlovec .. Romanis .. De Forest . Joslin..... Nichols ... Goldberg .. Lampus . .. Hummel! .. Caldwell .. Combs Viets ..... Foley...... Creer ..... Bolty ..... Kirian Schacha .. . Maxwell . .. Morris Huberty ... B. Martin . Hafemeister Whipp _____ Beck ....... King ...... ............. Cossie .............. Linek ................ Peg ............ Claudie ............... Mick .............. Yenny .............. Buzzy .............. Casey .............. Fritz ............. Caruso ................ Liz ............... Tony .............. Romeo ................ Dog .. ......... Gosling .............. Dimes ............. Goldie ................ Gin ............... Babe ......... Tommy Ann .............. Kiddo .............. Beets Esteh Ann Maria Jane .............. Jewel .............. Cupid ............. Maggie ................ Val ................ Red ............... Pale ............. Smitty ..... Miss Cleveland .............. Rosie ............... Nibs ............. Beckie ................ Ike 37 LRMEhT Ve Juniors MUST trKe TO ToUroW THE t� a ;e sc y Jl.S.C.’iO 38 F°R VERSATIUTy Xll EVER WIN T� 1C RE.BATE.S WH° CAM tUCR t,UflLTM« W rtf SOUU-THRU.UN UOC.AU WHOSE E.XAC.T RIGHT HANP J®HK50H5 SUNMyJiM SMILE IS SURE KeV To BRING VICTOR WHAT Wilt S you Re WITHOUT IT 'WH0’lt Eftuau OUR TyPEVfMTER spe:e.r Pont F«RGET OUR JOK R, REfO EST. ENREAU0R5 NICHOLS CAN PUMP V lCTORy, UlCE ITSELF Oh To SlklEK’S ? 1- - I 39 JBescriptibe (Quotations Joseph Martin. Men marvel at my height, and are afraid. Arthur Buzek. A finished gentleman from top to toe. Laddie Lustig. I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty. Richard DeForest. I am sober as a judge. Emma Emde. Her very frowns are fairer far Then smiles of other maidens are. Sylvia Kirian. Of manners gentle, of affections mild. Valeria Schacha. Divinely tall and most divinely fair. Anna Goldberg. Hear ye not the hum of great workings? James Cosgriff. ’Twas sad by starts, by starts ’twas wild. Pearl Morris. Great plainness of speech. Ora Lampus. In every gesture dignity and love. Raymond Joslyn. My only books were woman’s looks, And folly's all they’ve taught me. Edmund Kirby. None but himself could be his equal. Edmo Combs. Or light or dark, or short or tall. She sits a spring to snare them all. Carl Thumm. But still his tongue ran on. Blanche Caldwell. Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight, too, her dusky hair. 40 (Wilkenson.) (Byron.) (Fielding.) (Coleridge.) (Pope.) (Tennyson.) (Keats.) (Collins.) (Bible.) (Milton.) (Moore.) (Theobald.) (Aldrich.) (Butler.) (Wordsworth.) Ethel Whipp. The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell. (Roger.) John Hasey. And care sat on his faded cheek. (Milton.) Mabel Hummel. The warmth of genial courtesy The calm of self-reliance. (Whittier.) Clyde Downing. Exhausting thoughts and hiving wisdom with each studious year. (Byron.) Esther Foley. Be sure you are right, then go ahead. (Motto.) Mildred Boltey. Wearing all that weight of learning lightly like a flower. (Tennyson.) Clara Victs. Sighed and looked unutterable things. (Tennyson.) Leonhardt Hadde. A man that’s so fond precociously of stirring must be a spoon. (Hood.) Florence Holloway. I love tranquil solitude and such society As is quiet and good. (Shelly.) Walter Madigan. Persuasion tips his tongue whenever he talks. (Cibber.) Nellie King. Let no one write my epitaph. Louise Housego. Ah, why should life all labor be? (Tennyson.) Laura Hawkins. For if she will, she will, you may depend on’t; And if she won't, she won’t; so there’s an end on’t. (Young.) Edwin Krauss. How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude. (Cowper.) Harold Romanis. “I’d know some sense, and some baseball— Some old jokes, and, and—some others.” 41 Pearl Maxwell. Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low. (Shakespeare.) Julia Creer. She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with And pleasant, too, to think on. (Milton.) Anton Karlovec. He was the mildest mannered man that ever scuttled ship or cut a throat. (Byron.) Bessie Martin. Second thoughts, they say, are the best. Stella Beck. Thou hast no faults or I at least no faults can spy. Fred Johnson. He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, with the most splendid eloquence. Bessie Hafemeister. She is a winsome wee thing. (Bums.) Herbert Sinek. Whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. (Dryden.) (Dryden.) (Cadrington.) V “Son’ts” for denior Don’t endeavor to look too wise, it might give you an owlish expression. Don’t look too supercilious, it wrinkles the nose. Don’t hold your head too high, you might stumble. Don’t develop the habit of writing your name with class numerals attached, it mars the beauty of blank spaces. Don’t appropriate too many privileges, you might be called down. Don’t under any circumstances, say “the class,” remember there are other classes. Don’t be too shocked if you’re asked if you are a Junior, ’tis an honor. Don’t hold us underclassmen in too much contempt, it might annihilate us and deprive you of victims. CLARA PFISTER, ’ll. 42 mg Cfcemistrpx, tfje Cruel a 23rama CAST OF CHARACTERS King Chemistryx ....................... Lord Hydrogeno, his adviser............ Lady Oxygenia, Hydrogenous wife........ Chlorino, her maid .................... Copperito, sister of King Chemistryx--- Sulphurona, mother of King Chemistryx Silicato, ambassador................... Phosphoressus ......................... Irona................ Steelite ............ Carbonia ............ Graphito ............ Clayeta ............. Aluminus ............ Coala, conspirator against King Chemistryx. Cokelo, soothsayer ....................... Limesta, servant.......................... Mortarela, servant ....................... Ladies in Waiting ........... Mr. Harsh .........Raymond Joslin ...........Julia Creer .........Sylvia Kirian .........Bessie Martin ..........Nellie King ... Richard De Forest ......... Pearl Morris .........Pearl Morris ....Bessie Hafemeister .........Pearl Maxwell ........Anna Goldberg .... Florence Holloway .....Blanche Caldwell ....Anton J. Karlovec .......Leonard Iladde ....... James Cosgriff ......... Fred Johnson Act 1. The Palace Laboratoria. Act II. Blast Furnicia. Act III. Rolling Millie. Act IV. Same as Act I. GCfje $lot In the month of October, of the year 9, Chemistryx became king of Com-mercia. He was heralded amidst much joy and tumult, and for several weeks of his reign his court enjoyed much pleasure. But then Chemistryx determined to show his power, and the court had to bow to his bidding, even to the proof of their strength, which came in December. Silicato, who was chosen ambassador in the year 9, was a great favorite, but in the year 10 King Chemistryx removed Silicato from office because his actions were un- 43 favorable to the King’s purposes. In order to chastise him Chemistryx invited the entire court to visit the hotter regions, Blast Fumicia. Chemistryx had decreed that Silicato be punished, but he not being present, Coala was the one who had to be chastised. This so angered Coala that he determined to help Silicato in his revenge. They aroused the anger of the other members of the court and the cry of revenge was in the air. Copperito, the sister of Chemistryx, who knew the reason for the trouble, told her brother. In order to right the wrong, Chemistryx determined to take the entire court to Rolling Millio, a visit which proved to be of great enjoyment. But Chemistryx again angered the court by demanding of them a show of their strength, beauty and wisdom in June. This the court refused to give, and they de serted the King, who then had full sway over the kingdom; there was hence forth no one to dispute his power. STELLA BECK, ’10. 44 sociccies The Senior class numbered in its list twenty boys who were sociably inclined and, consequently, a society was suggested. On November 19, 1909, Mr. Gehring called a meeting of the boys and temporary officers were chosen, of which number Fred Johnson was made temporary Chairman. It was decided that the society should be literary, and a committee of three, Harold Nichols, Herbert Sinek and Richard De Forest, was appointed by the Chairman to draft the Constitution. At the next meeting of the club the constitution was read and adopted unanimously and officers were chosen. They consisted of Harold Nichols, President; Fred Johnson, Vice President; Ladimer Lustig, Secretary; Walter Madigan, Treasurer, and Leonard Had-de sergeant-at arms. An executive committtee consisting of three members, Arthur Buzek, chairman, Herbert Sinek and Anton Karlovec were chosen to prepare all programs. At the next meeting Mr. Weimer gave us a splendid talk on “Societies” and presented the question to be debated with South: “Resolved, that cities should own and control all public franchises now conferred upon corporations.” As then announced, the purpose of the society is “To promote the general welfare of the Senior boys and the entire school,” and at a late meeting it was decided to adopt as a name the “Ecrem-moc Literary Society. This name is a secret one, and none but the members know the origin of it. The society has had several parliamentary drills, members have been called on for extemporaneous speeches and plenty of humor has also been introduced. Wc have been extremely fortunate in having splendid faculty advisers in Mr. Heald and Mr. Harsh; their valuable help and suggestions have proved indispensable. The Society will be conducted next year by the present Juniors, and wc hope their efforts will be directed as ours have been, to make the Ecremmoc Literary Society a source of profit and pleasure to its members. 47 HAROLD M NICHOLS, ’10. ®fje Ccremmoc ikicietp ©fficers Harold M. Nichols..........President Fred Johnson..........Vice President Ladimer Lustig.............Secretary Walter B. Madigan..........Treasurer Leonard G. Haddc. . Sergeant-at-Arms iflemtms Buzek, Arthur J. Cosgriff, James A. DeForest, Richard C. Downing, Clyde J. Haddc, Leonhard G. Hasey, John F. Johnson, Fred Joslin, Raymond A. Karlovec, Anton J. Kirby, Edmund J. Krauss, Edwin Lustig, Ladimer Madigan, Walter B. Martin, Joseph M. Nichols, Harold M. Romanis, Harold J. Sinek, Herbert L. Thumm, Carl 48 KhRjVJ W'J HE Kormaw Society was organized in October, 1909, at the High School of Commerce, and consists of all the girls in the senior class. The purpose of the society is to promote friendship among the girls of the school, also to aid them both morally and mentally. The name of the club is Kormaw, an Orean word, inspiring those who know its meaning to do great and wonderful things. The club flower is the daisy, symbolic of purity, and doubly attractive as it also contains the colors of the school. The work of the club has been to drill the girls in parliamentary law, also to keep them posted on events happening in the world and to enable them to make speeches, if they should ever be obliged to do so, without previous preparation. The programs of the year have been very interesting enabling the girls to show their ability in literary and musical lines. The club was not organized for work alone, because “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” The girls have had a number of pleasures among which was an entertainment for the Ecremmoc Club. Lincoln and Washington were subjects of the literary essays, also musical numbers were «given by some of our members. After a most excellent program, lunch was served in the lunch room. When this repast was over, speeches were made by the visiting faculty and also by the vice-president of the Ecremmoc Club. Our faculty advisor, Mrs. Pardee, has worked untiringly throughout the year for the success of the club. During the third term the juniors were admitted and they will carry on the work where the seniors leave off. Although the Society is a new one, a bright future is assured it, because of its aim and the enthusiam of its present members. 49 EDMO COMBS, 1910. QLi)t Hormato g ocietp ©fficerg Ora Lampus.................President Stella L. Beck........Vice President Pearl M. Maxwell...........Treasurer Nellie E. King.............Secretary Emma M. Emde...................Guard fflembfrS Beck, Stella L. Boltey, Mildred C. Caldwell, Blanche E. Combs, Edmo I. Creer, Julia Emde, Emma M. Foley, Esther Goldberg, Anna Hafemeister, Bessie A. Hinckley, Winifred E. Hawkins, Laura E. Housego, Louise E. Huberty, Eva L. Hummel, Mabel E. King, Nellie E. Kirian, Sylvia J. Lampus, Ora L. Martin, Bessie Maxwell, Pearl M. Morris, Pearl E. Pilcher, Imogene Schacha, Valeria A. Vietz, Clara E. Whipp, Ethel Zaynz, Julia 51 THE debating season opened at South High School on Thursday evening February 17. The night was stormy, most of the car lines were blocked, yet there was a fairly large number of people present. We were represented by Harold Nichols, Fred Johnson, and Herbert Sinek. The question was: “Resolved that the cities should own and control all public franchises now conferred upon private corporations.” South had the affirmative and Commerce the negative. Among the diverting things that happened, was the reading of their speeches by the South High boys, one of whom continued talking until he reached his seat. Then in the rebuttal, Nichols flashed before our eyes, a newspaper with the gigantic headlines; “TAYLER PLAN WINS. But aside from this the debate was educative and interesting, both sides presenting their arguments well, with Commerce the victor. The second debate was with Technical High School and took place in our own auditorium on Friday evening, March 25. We were represented by the same team. The question was: “Resolved, that the United States government should for the next ten years annually expend fifty million dollars in the construction and improvement of its inland waterways. The debate was preceded by several selections by the orchestra. Then Tech started in to beat us if they could. They put up a good fight, but we were destined to be blessed with another victory. Not a little of the credit of these victories should go to Messrs. Heald and McMyler; they were the “men behind the guns, without them the boys could have done nothing. But now that we have a claim to the Interscholastic debating championship, it is to be hoped that the interest in debating will be awakened, and that it will receive loyal support next year. 52 HERBERT L. SINEK, 1910. 63 ©rdjestra First Violins: Fred Dubs Raymond Joslin Stella Beck Frank Pesicka Ethel Kilfoyle Second Violins: Madge Barrett Carl Thumm Esther Foley Marie Bittel ’Cello: Blanche Caldwell Flute: Roy Pelton Cornets: H. T. McMyler Ferdinand Meyer Horn: S. R. Hoover Trombone: H. C. Ditmer Bells: Francis Betts Drums: Pearl Palmer Piano: Myra Billenstein Ethel Whipp 55 I?e fecfjool of Commerce What is this large and roomy hall With clinging vines and roughened wall? Is’t here that Caesar fights his wars, And Dido mourns Aeneas she adores? Who is this learned seer? Regard him well, For much he knows and much he has to tell— Who sits within that massive wall And talks to children great and small? ’Tis Mr. Weimer, we are told to note, Who from the ancient records does not quote; He speaks of what we now can do and be, Of present wonders on the land and sea. Cheerful, but stanchly, stands he at the helm, A captain, he whom naught can overwhelm. There is a thoughtful figure at his side, Who teaches, loves us, and in all doth guide; ’Tis to Miss Amidon we go in woe, Knowing that there a friend we’ll find, no foe. Another figure at the helm does stand. Assistant, able, worthy, wise and grand: ’Tis Mr. Hoover whom we see, From whom, though should he chide, we would not flee. And near us stands a man with smiling face, Who from his brain a funny story must efface, Or else a roar of laughter loud Will greet the ears of this small crowd; For Mr. Ditmer’s kindly glance, Attracts and wins while bright eyes dance. The bell has sounded, so to the rooms they flock, For eight and half past, says yon stately clock. Then from Room Twenty listeners discern. First muffled whispers, then tones quite stern; For Mr. Gehring, who is so mercilessly grave, Says that girls who come to school and for talk crave, Must for five minutes let their books suffice, Apd sit behaving actually wise. Then to Mr. Harrison’s room we come, With trembling hand and tongue near dumb. Fear not, for see above that stem-set mouth, Gleam eyes as warm as the Sunny South. He, the hardest task does not disdain, But works away with might and main. Now, to Mr. Curry’s room we shall go, Where, hand in hand, love and work do flow. While, radiantly, that good man’s face does glow. A few of the guardians you have seen. Of this dear school, which stands serene; Yet know ye not the name, I ween, 'Tis the High School of Commerce ye have seen. IMOGENE PILCHER, '10. ®fje Cmpprran Spring WALK up, walk up, friends, and drink from the spring of learning. High noon for the literary world as shown by our flourishing colleges and high schools all over our land! High noon too, in the commercial world, where the glorious sun of commerce stands directly over the meridian! Walk up, walk up and refresh yourselves. Here comes a crowd of noisy school children just out of Grammar School, —rosy, romping children. Don’t crowd, boys. Plenty of room. We are just planning to put in extra space, knowing that you will need it. Here you are! Take deep draughts from the supply of English and Penmanship. How thirsty they seem! See how they drink! What, my boy, making a wry face? Those are only practice sheets to make your writing facile. Don’t shy at them. You will soon glide over a page at one sitting and have no writer’s cramps either. Be careful, young man. You came for a post-graduate course and want our sweetest draughts—our extras? Here they are. But you have tripped up, in your eagerness to get at the fountain. There you go again. Dozens of people fall there every day. There goes another one, down flat too. Look sharp. Those are just common words that you arc tripping on. ‘You never could spell anyway?” Nonsense! Spelling the right way is as easy as spelling the wrong way, when once a person makes up his mind to try. There, boys and girls, step into the lunch room, and eat, talk, and be merry. No, not a crumb on the floor. “Loud talking?” Of course not. Now come farther and look into our large room where hundreds are eating, and see the freedom and order. Ah! Here comes a group of business men, sage world-workers. Walk in, gentlemen, and let us serve you. “Your wants difficult to supply?” Well I trust not; that is our business. “You want young people for office work? Your list of requirements steep?” Let me read them. “A knowledge of the mother tongue, so as to grasp at once an order, whether told or written; ability to spell aided by the dictionary habit; a clear rapid hand-writing; a fair education on general subjects. “That is not all?” No, here is a second list. “Many good mathematicians and bookkeepers are needed and some especially well trained in stenography and typewriting.” “Outlook bad,” you say, “Market low, supply less than the demand?” Hold! Not so fast. See this group. Yes, typewriters. What are they looking at?” At their manuscripts of course. Yes, they are taught the touch system; rapid work that! What? a hundred? No not this year; about half that number. Yes a four years’ course. You are right, what is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Good day. gentlemen. Thank you for the wish. “Will call again?” Yes, do. Now, boys and girls, back to the fountain of knowledge. When next the orders come, let the supply equal the demand. THE EDITORS. 57 Ctjemisftrp llaboratorp 58 RTriLETK.? cljebule of JBasfeet JSall (Sanies anti tfje Results Date. Score. January 4, 1910............H. S. C......... 22 St. Ignatius..... 39 January 7, 1910............H. S..C......... 10 West ..............66 January 12, 1910...........H. S. C......... 19 West Seconds... 21 January 14, 1910...........H. S. C......... 10 Glenville ........ 27 January 21, 1910...........H. S. C......... 16 East ............. 27 February 4, 1910...........H. S. C......... 14 Technical ........ 46 February 9, 1910...........H. S. C........... 3 South ............ 54 February 16, 1910..........H. S. C......... 18 Shaw ............. 68 February 25, 1910..........H. S. C.......... 7 Central .......... 46 March 4, 1910..............H. S. C.......... 7 Lincoln .......... 44 Total..................................126 431 Baseball fecbebule 1. April 22 2. April 29 3. May 6 . 4. May 13 5. May 20 6. May 27 7. June 10 8. June 17 .Glenville ... Lincoln .Technical . ... .West .... South ......East ... Central Open date 59 General tfitor? of Stfjktics From the first of the year it was evident that the student body was very enthusiastic over athletics. From the smallest Freshman and the most dignified Seniors were heard groans of disappointment, when it was announced there would be no football team. When the basket ball team played its first game with West an extremely large crowd from Commerce cheered the boys on. As the team did not win any games, the spirit weak-cned a trifle but there were still a chosen few who came to all of the remaining games. The baseball season is next and let us hope that the baseball team will receive the hearty co-operation of the student body. Among the most loyal supporters of the team were the girls, some of whom made their presence known at every game. And let us not forget the faculty whose interest and hope never waned throughout the season. Let us then look for a continuance of this hearty school spirit which will pull for winning football, basket ball, track, debating and baseball teams in. “1911.” Basket ©all THE basket ball team of 1910, although they did not win a game from the local high schools, showed that they were game to the core. They did not seem to be discouraged by heartrending defeats, but only fought thd harder to win the remaining games. The players practiced long and faithfully, but were handicapped by the fact that they had never played together, while all the other schools had as players two or three of last year’s team, and the other players had been on the second team the previous year. Next year our team will probably be made up of the same players as this year’s team, and we look for a fine record from them. We were very fortunate in having a very capable and hard-working coach. Mr. Harrison worked faithfully with the team, and was in no way to blame for their failure to win games. We believe Mr. Harrison did well to turn out as good a team as he did under the difficulties. Even the gymnasium had to be fixed over, which suspended practice for a week. Manager Krauss also deserves a great deal of credit for the excellent schedule he arranged. Krauss was so interested in the welfare of the team that nothing could keep him away from their practice, to which he went every night, no matter what else was on his mind. Last, but not least, there was the sturdy Mack, otherwise known as Captain Me Alpine.. .Without him the team must have disbanded, for it was only by his patience and hard work that the team was not a complete failure. Not only was he an excellent player, but his cheery word and encouraginf tone always made the boys fight harder for victory. 60 JfootfcaU at tfje Jfyigb cf)ool of Comment IN view of the fact that it was late in the season before the school was organized, it was decided by the faculty and the student body not to engage in the strenuous game of football this year. A great many of the students were anxious for a contest, for they thought we could have more than held our own among the local high schools. In looking over the students there could be seen a great many husky fellows, some of whom easily tipped the beam at 170 pounds. This year’s team might be called a minus quantity, or might be expressed by the following algebraic expression: The prospects for a winning baseball team are much brighter than those for a championship basket ball team. The boys seem to take more to baseball than to basket ball, as it is a game that they have played more and in which they are much more interested. The financial condition of the Athletic Association treasury is very bad, there being barely enough money to buy balls and bats. The boys have agreed to do without suits and to furnish their own gloves, and with such sacrifice on their part the team certainly deserves the hearty support of each and every student in the High School of Commerce. The team is very fortunate in having a competent coach in our physical director, Mr. Warfield. During the season of 1909-10, there flourished at the High School of Commerce, four basket ball leagues, each composed of four teams representing the four colors, green, blue, black and red. The games were played every Thursday evening and afforded much enjoyment to the pupils. The “Greens” won the championship of the first league, thereby winning the championship of the school. The “Greens” lined up as follows: % Tf prospects in IBaacball Sntrr Color Basket $all Right forward Left forward Center ...... Right guard . Hasey .. Lust . Kaats Weinraut Left guard Cl igoarb of directors of tfje Atfjletic Association Principal..........................................Mr. Weimer President ..........................Walter B. Madigan Vice-President...................................Flora Putnam Secretary..............................Margaret Hayes T reasurer.................................Mr. Dutton Coaches: Mr. Harrison...............................Basket Ball Mr. Warfield..................................Baseball Managers: Edwin Krauss...............................Basket Ball Harold Romanis................................Baseball ’Varsitp line tHp Forwards: Centers: Guards: McAlpine (c) Leopold Kirby Hack. Hurd. Romanis Crebbin. oi Clje Class of 1911 TRACING the record back to prehistoric times, we find evidence of the class 11. (For bibliography you are referred to the annals of all Cleve-High Schools.) Two long years prior to the existence of history, and the origin of the High School of Commerce, the famous Junior Class existed, though not as a whole. The various members comprising our class, were gathered in groups in many parts of the city. Referring to the annals of Central High School we should find—“September 7, 1907,- Entered in this High School a fine class. All its members are bound to become famous.’ East High School annals:—Date as above, “Entered today a well-appearing class, whose broad brows proclaim them bom geniuses.” At the organization of this, our school, a mysterious current, perhaps telepathy, supposedly emanating from school headquarters, rushed to the very best members of the afore-mentioned classes, and gently suggested that they were essential to the welfare of the High School of Commerce. In the annals of our school, our descendants will find the year one (1) remarkable for the obedience of the Juniors to this gentle command, in-as-much as that self-same obedience brought together a company of eighty boys and girls who form the present 1911 class. Of other parts of our class, we find perhaps even more extravagant praise in the records of West, Glcnville, Shaw, South, Lincoln and other High Schools over the State of Ohio. The 1907 annals of Lincoln High are referred to as one of the fairest records. These read somewhat as follows:—“The entering class beats any student body of this school known in the past.” The class coming from such a number of schools, of course carries a great variety of knowledge. Indeed so much variety that our programs, if colored, might closely resemble a gathering of Gypsies, celebrating some gala-day. Though, possibly, we left our schools with a feeling of reluctance, we surely have been consoled by the new friends whom we have found here. Nor does the compensation stop with this alone, but the feeling grows that we must introduce, and establish in our new school, the traditions and customs of all truly great institutions. Though our stay here will be transient, it will not be so short as that of the Seniors. We will be here long enough to catch and enlarge the spirit of loyalty, which every student feels for his school. Although in our career we cannot record such great events as painting 65 the building red, or organizing a strike, etc., we have taken part in the activities of the school. In athletics we can boast of our prowess, for, look you, several of our star basket-ball players arc ’ll men. We have an officer in the Athletic Association, who must also be given his due share of prominence. In musical talent we have been quite up to the mark—Contemplate the names of the Orchestra members—Juniors galore! We did our share of work for the Bazaar, and also derived our share of amusement from it. We all agreed that it was a great success. And Oh, Juniors! Do you remember our very first “informal,” the social birthday of our class? Do you remember the beautiful gold and green decorations? And did you see those dignified Seniors “trip the light fantastic?” It was certainly a memorable event. The organization of our class met with the approval and satisfaction of all concerned. We trust that the spirit of loyalty to our class, and the bonds of friendship, which, through our organization, have already become more perfected, will continue throughout the entire existence of our class. It is not irrelevant to state here and now, nor is it mere adulation of our class, that our launching forth in 1911 will accelerate that perfect time, when there shall be capable business men and women. For, with the good material we have, we hope to convince the business men of 1912 that our class, and ours alone, can satisfy their demands. CLARA PFISTER. 1911. Armstrong, Anna Margaret. Bandlow, Walter. Barrett, Madge Vivian. Bernstein, Joseph. Billcnstein, Myra Lillian. Black, Helen Agnes. Boehm, Lillian Emma. Bollman, Malcolm Allan. Branch, Grace L. Brennan, Marie Henrietta. Burgess, Emily May. Call, Mary Walton. Clark, Mabel Agnes. Doyle, Gertrude. Dubs, Frederick Charles. Eggert, Rose. Feller, Florence Madonna. Foster, Alice A. Fox, Earl Thomas. Fox, Helen. Gilbride, Florence Katherine. Greer, Adclene Mercedes. Groman, George. Hack, George Homer. Harrington, Mary Lenore. Hayes, Margaret Josephine. Colberg, Gertrude Julia Whilamena. Hird, Harry Webb. Corlett, Minerva. Crebbin, Frank Herbert. Davis, Frances Lorena. Klump, Martha Olga. Kramer, William. Kraus, Florence Mary. 66 Krewson, Ethel May. Lehmann, Beatrice Anna. Leopold, George Martin. Libal, Edward. Long, Edwin. Lucht, Anna. Lusk, Anthony John. McCarthy, James Ignatius. McCorkingdale, Anna Stewart. Mead, Elsie Elizabeth. Meier, Ferdinand George. Mullally, Rose Teresa. Munz, Bertha Mathilde. O’Connor, Rose Mary. Pasig, Ella Wilhelmina. Perram, Jessie Louisa. Pfister, Clara Mary. Pfleger, Nettie Ethel. Phillips, Thomas David. Porter, Clarence William. Putnam, Flora May. Russ, Gladys Margaret. Satink, Helen Margaret. Smith, Esther Estelle. Smith, Harold Edgar Joseph. Smith, Julius Adolph Snell, Eva Lena. Spernoga, Florence. Steigerwald, Carl Anton. Stern, Ben. Strauss, Cecil. Svec, Edward Joseph. Thauvette, Charles. Thoering, Leona Sophia. Tobin, John Joseph. Vobornik, John Joe. Walker, Emma Elizabeth. Wendel, Elizabeth Minnie. Wickson, Mary Loretta. Wilson, Ross M. Zak, Lillian. 07 ®l)t Clads of 1912 HISTORY pre-supposes a past and some degree of development. Now the babe and tribe have but scant chronicles; still as times change the babe becomes a man, the tribe becomes a nation, and new events arc being constantly recorded in their histories. Thus it is with the High School of Commerce and the Class of 1912. We may picture the school as the tribe and our class as the babe. The history of the school we will pass by, and look into the history of the class, which, summed up, consists of an uneventful past, a busy and happy present, and a hopeful and promising future. A memorable date in the Class History is the fourth of October, year nineteen hundred nine, for on that day we entered the High School of Commerce as its first Sophomore Class. When the thirty-eight girls and thirty-five boys which form our Class met for the first time, we were greeted by our principal, who delivered a short talk, describing the aim of our school, its courses of work, the school colors, and the honors for which we should strive. In the course of a few weeks after the beginning of the school year, we had become settled and had pledged our honor to the White and Gold, which, as you know, are the school’s colors. As the year went along we mastered our work and enjoyed the good times, but we own that we have had our sorrows. One of these is the disappointment that comes in many cases after the Mathematical Examinations. So much for the sadness; now let us look toward something brighter than an examination. In athletics we put forward several strong men, one of whom was the captain of the basket ball team. This stands to show what we shall do when we are seniors. We have had a few debates among ourselves during the year, and flatter ourselves that we are pretty fair at the business for beginners. At the Bazaar we had a booth, where candy and novelties were sold, and we did our part in making the affair a success. This proves that we are ready to take part in any of the school activities. Let us hope that in the future we shall strive as hard as in the past in aiding Father Time to bring about the object of our ambition—graduation from the High School of Commerce. 6S THOMAS MURPHY. Albertson, Thomas Albert. Althoff, Helen Marie. Appleby, Emma. Bailey, Spurgeon. Bartunek, Otto. Bentley, Margaret. Bentley, Ruth. Bernstein, Joseph. Bett, Francis George. Bushman, Harold Benjamin. Burke, James Earl Franklyn. Burns, Wilfred John. Browand, Eva. Charvat, Sophie. Christmann, Elroy Merkel. Crowe, Esther Marie. Delahunt, Pearl Ernestine. Dolan, Gertrude. Egleston, Christine. Foulds, Lloyd Arnold. Friedman, Philip. Gabel, Edward. Gottfried, Idella Hilma. Gottfried, Henry Samuel. Grosser, Margaret May. Groves, Mabel. Guentzler, Irene Emma. Haviland, Nelson Walter. Heil, Otto Henry. Harrison, Samuel James. Hill, Irene. Irvine, Johanna Beatrice. Jannovsky, Frank. Jarus, Caroline Cecil. Katz, Harry. Kegg, Robert J. Kilfoyle, Ethel. Klose, Rudy. Kohl, Edith Marie. Koncana, Christopher Joseph. Kramer, Bertha. Lamb, Florence Malvina. Levine, Ida. Long, Wendell Irving. Luekens, Walter Fred. Lucht, Frieda. Lunte, Florence Elizabeth. Mahoney, Timothy. Mayer, Lawrence. McAlpine, Harold Mac. McDermott, Edward Michael. Miller, Idella. Mohr, Marie. Morman, Beatrice Irene. Murphy, Thomas Vincent. Nutting, William Eugene. Oberg, Anna Matilda. Osterland, Viola Elizabeth. Pike, Eugene B. Radcliffe, William James. Raus, Howard. Raybon, Henry Gale. Reehorst, Raymond. Rees, Helen Lucile. Rezac, Frank. Riggs, Muir Janet. Savcland, Lester. Schachtcl, Arthur. Semple, Robert. Sihlcr, Ruth Dorothy. Smill, Eva. Smith, Lester Henninger. Teed, Charles. Thacker, Arthur Clyde. Turk, Julia Alberta. Turney, Courtney William. Van Dellen, Ralph. Weidman, Mabel Bee. Weiss, Tillie Cyril. Wieck, Hazel. Yesberger, Merle Margaret. Yoelson, Sarah Rebecca. 09 Z )t Class of 1913 U A-T, cat; b-o-y, boy; d-o-g, dog;” hear us spell. Yes, we can read, too. Just listen. “O see the cat. Is this my cat? The cat has four paws.” We had to read and spell before we came to this big school. Now we have to spell longer words and write letters too, because we are going to work in fine business offices, when we get through the High School of Com- We don’t mind telling people that we are proud to be members of the class of 1913. This is the first real class of our school. The three higher classes are merely adopted children, since they have been taken from other high schools, while we have known no other, but have been students of the High School of Commerce from the first. We are 242 strong, which promises a fair size for the foundation class. We come from all parts of the city, and there are some of us who have been out of school for some time and have come back to take advantage of this school. We lose a comrade now and then, but an occasional newcomer keeps our register balanced. In our big study hall, we hurry up and get our work done, the work that must be done, and then we busy ourselves to find what amusements we can discover. These are numbered, however, but some of us have actually learned how to sharpen pencils. We are also learning to make a pastime of practising the different forms of penmanship. We do so like to get a chance to whisper, but we seldom do that, because it seems as though our study room teachers have as many eyes as “Argus” that we read about in the fairy story. And if you are caught “beware.” But we do get a chance to talk between bells, they even let us whisper going through the halls. On the girls “gym.” days, we have especially good times. The boys too seem delighted when it is their day to occupy the Yes they call us “freshies,” but we are not so green as they think we are. Our adopted classes are doing nicely; we are not complaining about them. They let us have green carnations at the “Bazaar,” for our class flower. Indeed we were quite pleased. These flowers represented us perfectly, being green because they are fresh, and fresh because they are green. Now that is what I call good reasoning. We are not slow, either. Why we have the Senior girls beaten in hairdressing for one thing, and large hats for another. Senior girls should wear their hats smaller though, because they are real old and their hats merce, gym. 70 should be like ladies’ hats,—on the bonnet style. Our boys, too, we have some very tall boys. Some of them are even larger than the Senior boys and quite as good looking. And finally we have them beaten in number three to one. While it has been fine to be first year pupils, we are glad to take one step higher. Farewell to Freshman Togs, next year we will be SOPHOMORES. ELLA SCHROEDER, 1913. Adelstein, Charles. Amundsen, Walter G. Apathy, Elsie Josephine. Aulenbach, Boni Veta E. Birmingham, Eunice. Bittel, Marie Louise. Blanchard, Grace. Bobbins, Stanley. Boggs, George. Born, Edna. Bowles, Edith. Brobst, Lucile Sophia. Brothers, John Wesley. Broz, Eugene Frank. Brunner. Elmer Clarence. Buettner, Carl Henry. Bullock, Edith Emily. Burnham, Olive. Burk, Harry Lorraine. Busch, Harold. Buxch, Harold John. Caleb, Lillian Loretta. Cappallo, Carl A. Casey, Marie Josephine. Chappell, William Robert. Clark, Alice Marie. Cohen, Florence. Cole, Catherine Lucile. Comer, Edna Dorothy. Conant, Howard. Corcoran, John. Crerar, Katherine Mary. Crowley, John. Cullen, Thomas Frank. Dambrow, Arthur F. Day, Edwin Charles. Decker, Dorothy G. Di Tirro, Fred. Donberg, Don. Donnelly, Jas. Leo. Donovan, Irene. Dowman, C. Howard. Durkee, Gertrude Florence. Easterbrook, Alvin George. Eckerman, Ruby Kasper. Eilers, William. Eisele, Frederic. Elliott, Alma. Estrin, Julius J. Evenchik, Morris Aaron. Fenwick, Ethel. Fenwick, Pearl. Fluck, George. French, Irene. Friedel, Elmer Herbert. Fried, Robert. Fruechtenicht, Flora Charlotte. Gairing, Olga Helma. Galloway, Howard. Geiger, Albina. Giddings, Hazel Eleanor. Gilbert, Frank U. S. Glassman, Charles John. Gold, Esther. Goldman, Harry. Goldman, Louis. 71 Goldstein, Sarah Sylvia. Gommel, Hilda Elsie. Goodwin, Mabel Marie. Gorie, Elizabeth Esther. Graves, William Cletus. Greenberg, Hyman D. Greenberg, Anna. Grossman, Edith Ethel. Gunzenhauser, Harry. Haag, Walter George. Haggett, Charles Wilbur. Harbaugh, William J. Harrington, Mildred Esther. Hasselo, John Barge. Hayes, Clarence William. Heck, Elsie. Henning, Dorothy Anna. Herb, Florence. Herbeson, Grace Belle. Hertz, Fanny Leona. Herzcr, A. Herman. Hessert, Gladys Inglehart. Hilberter, William A. Himmerlin, Ruth Maltra. Hirstius, Ruth Louise. Hoewener, Louise Charlotte. Hosken, Archelaus Edward. Houghton, Lucile. Howorth, Frank E. Israel, Lulu. Jackson, May. Jares, Mary. Jelinek, Mildred Evelyn. Jules, Hyman. Kaiser, Carl August D. Kanter, Louis. Kendall, Otis Russell. Kertscher, Elsa. King, Grace Marie. Kipfstuhl, Joseph Edward. Klein, Doris. Klein, Fanny. Kleinert, Raymond John. Kleinfelder, Lucy. Klippel, Clara Marie. Knable, Clyde Deiby. Koller, Andrew Raymond. Kolinsky, Maurice. Komber, John. Kominsky, Ida. Kozminski, John Thaddens. Kosicky, Joseph Harry. Kutina, Mary. Kurlander, Samuel Henry. Lebowitz, Maurice. Lent, Irene Catherine. Lyons, Marguerite Gladys. Madden, Marie. Maloney, Andrew. Margraff, Frank. Marsh, Marie. Martin, Ben. Matchett, Eleanor. McCurdy, Mildred Elizabeih McCreary, James. McGorray, James. Mendelson, Albert. Michael, Lizzie Kerr. Miller, Elsie. Miller, Lawrence. Mills, Edith Mae. Minnt, Princella. Molitor, Meta Julia. Moore, Ethel. Morrison, William. Moskowitz, Edward. Mrohaly, John G. Murphy, Mary. Myers, Helen Elizabeth. Nally, Florence, Narvcleit, Ole Charles. Neill. Reed, Noble, Doris Evelyn. O’Brien, Alice. O’Brien, Kathleen. Ocho, Harry. 72 Olsen, Lillian. Olsen, William Marcus. Olstyn, Emily Theresa. Orwiler, De Leon. Ott, Florence. Palevsky, Frances. Pannackel, Charlotte Edith. Peck, Stephen Joseph. Pelton, Roy Knight. Pcsicka, Frank Edward. Piotrowicz, Stephen. Platt, Vida. Pollner, Walter Frank. Putman, Irene. Rau, Anna Louise. Ravitch, Rose Leonore. Rees, Clarence James. Reeve, Ralph William. Reich, Henry. Reinberger, Clarence. Renz, Harold Hobart. Rodgers, John David. Rosenstein, Isadore. Rotbart, Celia Ciril. Ruch, Gertrude Irene. Ruch, Ethel Marion. Russell, Alvcrna Morrison. Russon, Lionel Philip. Saker, Earnest Wilson. Sammon, Molloe Tarley. Samuels, Isadore. Satava, Eleanor Laura. Schachtel, Gertrude. Schilly, Steve. Schroeder, Ella E. Schult, Raymond George. Schwab, William Marshall. Schwartz, Frieda Lillian. Seher, Olga. Sebek, Maybcll. Shannon, Charles. Sharp, Merritt. Sheer, Pearl Martha. Shepherd, Anna. Simak, Earnest John. Simond, Esther May. Sipher, Eunice. Smith, Ruth Emily. Smolik, Joseph John. Smyth, Carroll Harrington. Snyder, Lillian Ruth. Snyder, Frances Pearl. Spandl, Emery. Spencer, Ruth. Spencer, Tracy Day. Spidell, Kathryn Annetta. Stark, Emma. Stark, Carl John. Sweeney, Agnes Lucile. Szczytkowski, Lillian. Theuer, Blanche Evangeline. Thorkelson, Hazel Caroline. Thow, Goldie. Townsend, Bernice. Trinajstick, Joe. Trneny, Frank. Urdang, Samuel. Vavruska, Charles Joseph. Vawters, Pearl Marion. Vincent, Frank Miller. Weintraub, Jacob. Weir, Merle. Wcisfeld, Charles Clement. Whitman, Anna. Wilcox, Estelle Christina. Wirick, Ethel. Witham, Flossie. Witt, Homer Walter. Wolf, Elsie. Wolfe, Florence Caroline. Woodman, Mildred Louise. Woolmington, Loyal. Young, Eoglene. Zak, Louis. Zelmanovitz, Rose. Zepp, Orville William. Zipser, Maurice. Zoller, Royal James. 73 Calendar ©ftoter 4. School opens with everything in confusion. 18. Dismissed at 3:15. 19. Oh! you lunch room. 20. Etc. Ditto. 25. Exhibition by Miss Kanka. 29. Senior Class organized. 30. Election of officers for Athletic Association. 31. First lap of race is ended. J2obcmber 3. Kormaw Society organized. 5. Exhibition by Miss Rose Fritz. 9. Arrival of chemistry desks. 10. No carpenter around. 12. Ecremmoc Society organized. 15. Arrival of basket ball. 16. Piano appears in Room 20. 17. Mrs. Waterman gives talk on cigarettes. 19. Calendar appears in Room 20. 74 24. Thanksgiving rhetoricals. School closes four days to give pupils a chance to eat turkey. 26. Completion of Chemistry Laboratory. Mr. Heald receives anonymous letter endangering his life. 30. Edmund Kirby massages table on stage. December 2. Organization meeting of the Annual Board. Blackboard substituted for yellow wall in Mr. Gehring's room. 3. Mr. Parker, of Rochester, N. Y., addresses the school. Senior Class selects class pin and colors. Presentation of flag and picture by President of W. R. C. 16. Mr. Weimer gives Ecremmoc Society a talk on expectations. Question for debate with South High received. Negative chosen. 17. Piano solo by Miss Sylvia Kirian. Piano solo by Miss Haidee Hoover. Battle of Gettysburg and War Stories by Mr. A. T. Brewer. 20-21. Midyear exams. 22. Senior Informal. 23. Piano solo by Miss Haidee Hoover. Vocal duet by Mr. J. Powell Jones and Mr. J. Olney Manville. Christmas Greeting by Rev. Father Moran. 23 to Jan. 3. Christmas vacation. January 3. First term averages go home. 4. Received Class Pins. 7. West 66, Commerce 17. 14. Glenville 20, Commerce 10. 21. East 26, Commerce 16. 26. Dr. Hall, of Chicago, gives boys a talk. Jfebruarp 4. Lecture on Yellowstone Park by Mr. Hoover. Technical 46, Commerce 14. 8. Kirby, Sinek, Nichols and Buzek on time to English Class. 9. South 54, Commerce 3. 10. Kirby, Sinek, Nichols and Buzek on time to English Class once more. 11. Debate with South High postponed to Feb. 17, 1910. Lecture on Europe by Mr. Weimer. 16. Edmund Kirby came to school ten minutes early. 75 17. Kormaw Society entertains the Ecremmoc Society. Debate with South High. Resolved, That cities should own and control all the public franchises now conferred upon corporations. Affirmative: South. Negative: Commerce. Decision in favor of negative. 23. Senior Class meeting. Excessive debate between Mr. DeForest and Mr. Madigan. 25. Central 46, Commerce 7. First dancing lesson for Seniors. iHartf) 4. Lincoln 47, Commerce 7. Lecture on “Success by Mrs. Pardee. 5. Mr. Hoover read to seventh hour Economic Class all hour. 8. Mr. Curry tries to get a car. Mr. Hoover tells a real joke. Visit to blast furnace. 9. Second dancing lesson. 10. Clara Vietz wears her hair new style. 17. Irish Day. Oh! you green ties. Clyde Downing and Bessie Martin late as usual. Photo of Chemistry Class taken. No Homework. 18. Bazaar. Great success. 25. Debate with Technical High. Resolved, That the federal government should appropriate annually for the next ten years fifty million dollars for improving and constructing inland waterways. Constitutionality conceded. Affirmative, Technical. Negative, Commerce. Decision in favor of negative. 26. Easter vacation. april 4. Second term averages go home. 6. Trip to steel mills. 7. Harold Nichols loses his hat while on car. 76 8. Junior Informal to Seniors. Speakers for Commencement and Class Day chosen. 15. Basket ball boys receive jersies. Many extemporaneous speeches. Talk on “Consumers’ League” by Mrs. Brewer. Music by Lincoln High Girls’ Glee Club. 18. Received new piano. 22. Dedication of new piano by Miss Haidec Hoover. Vocal solo by Miss Boltey. Accompanist, Miss Lampus. Address by Mrs. Hyre of the Board of Education. Boys’ outdoor track meet. 28. Harold Romanis makes speech. 28. Senior Prom. “O what bliss.” itlnj) 19. Annual goes to press. June 3. Class Day. Orator—Fred Johnson. Pianist—Ethel Whipp. Poetess—Mabel Hummel. Historian—Edwin Krauss. Vocalist—Mildred Boltey. Prophets—Bessie Hafemister, Julia Creer, Nellie King, Pearl Morris 24. Commencement. Faculty Choice: Stella Beck Walter Madigan Pearl Maxwell Harold Nichols Leonhard Haddc Valeria Schacha Herbert Sinek Class Choice: Edmund Kirby Ora Lampus 11 William Eilers, one of our Freshmen, was recently the recipient of a fine gold watch, awarded by the McWatters-Dolan Company, for the best composition on an allotment opened by that company. William is congratulated for his ability along literary lines, as he had to compete with a large number of Cleveland boys and girls who were contestants for this beautiful prize. “i2o JJtcfenanus” High School of Commerce we call our new school. And, oh, your treatment would be quite cool, If in your ignorance you should try To call this school Commercial High. CLARA PFISTER, 1911. March 4, 1910.—A near-speech was made by Carl Thumm at the meeting of the Ecremmoc Club today. Great excitement was felt on account of the unheard of event. (gigantic Strike! Owing to labor over time and a five per cent, decrease in wages, the tongue of Richard DeForest went on a strike today. The tongues in the employ of Mr. Lustig, Mr. Fred Johnson and Carl Thumm threaten to strike out of sympathy. 2lccibent to ffiujek! Climaxing the horror of the parliamentary drill, occurring at the Ecremmoc Club, comes the news that Arthur Buzek has been buried alive in his meditations! Kindly omit flowers. fetubteb (Cffefts Our “Compensation” makes us think, Our “Geography” makes us wise, Our “Book-keeping covers our fingers with ink. Our whole life is filled with sighs. 78 7U $3fnnpless ” ffpENNYLESS!” Yes, pennyless is exactly the word to describe our X condition on the evening of which I am about to tell. To begin with, three years before this time we had taken it into our heads to travel. We had been in the Philippines together, and as you probably know, the army usually leaves more or less of the “wanderlust” in a man's veins. We had left New York early in the spring for England, and reached there safely. Things were quiet there, so we passed on to France. There we had several small disagreements with certain persons, and because of the weapons we used—our fists—which did not come under their duelling code, we had to leave. Italy struck me favorably as to scenery and climate, but I could not stand the people, so we did not stay long there. We saw about all there was to see in Northern Africa, and I liked that region immensely, but some how or other, it seemed that our presence was not long desired in any one place. Well, to make a long story short, we landed finally—as do most of those of adventurous spirit—in Central America. I do not know what there is that attracts restless souls to that locality unless it is the constant state of revolution that prevails in that climate. At any rate, after working our way down from the northern states, we were finally in Panama. Our luck had been bad, our money had run out, and our clothing made us look like tramps, which I guess we were. We had been living on an average of a meal and a half a day for the past week, so at all times we were pretty hungry, but there was no money, therefore no supper. And so this evening we started out along the canal bed. This was a section of the canal which the United States had not yet reached in its work of reconstruction. The night was dark, and after walking for several hours we discovered that we had run off on another path. It made no special difference to us in what direction we went, so we continued our walk. We walked on a considerable distance, and finally came to a small deserted shanty. We pounced upon it as a resting place for the night. I pushed the door open and the rusty hinges creaked. ‘Snakes,” announced Tommy with an air of decision. He knew that snakes, and especially tropical snakes, were one thing which I had never gotten used to, and for that reason he put great emphasis on the word. “Not for me,” said I, so we passed on. We were pretty tired by this time, so we hunted a hill where the breeze blew rather strongly, (we always did that in tropical climates because in such a location there are fewer mosquitoes), and prepared to spend the night in peace. Now, the strange part of this narrative is what happens hereafter. I seldom dream, but when I do there is something sure to happen. Once when a small boy, I had dreamed that the school house would burn, and I 80 tried to convince mother of the fact, but she said that I was trying to play hookey,” and I had to go. I told the teacher, and she laughed at me. Well, along about noon she sent a girl to the garret to get some maps, and while the girl was there she dropped a lighted match amongst some papers, and in no time the building, which was a wooden structure, was in ashes. We all got out safely, but this one girl and she sprained an ankle in jumping from an upstairs window. This incident has no direct connection with this story, except to show what happened after one of my dreams, and so it has been with all. It’s down there. I saw it when you lit that last match,” I said, awakening with a start. What are you talking about?” I heard Tommy’s voice say. Go to sleep, I’m tired.” By that time I was wide awake and pretty much excited. “Gee, that seemed real,’ I said, sitting up straight. Shut up,” said the sleepy voice. I won’t,” I returned. I am going back there just as soon as it begins to get light. What time is it?” I had him awake by this time, and he fumbled in his pocket for the little battered time-piece which he always carried. Half past two,” he answered. “What were you talking about just now?” I was dreaming that we were in that little shanty back there, and that you were standing beside the fireplace. You accidentally kicked an iron rod which was stuck up there for an andiron, and when you did the section of the floor to which it was fastened moved easily. You pulled at the rod and the board came up. Underneath it was a hole. You lit a match and the draft coming through the opening put it out. You lit another and held it high enough so that the draft could not reach it. I got down on my knees and could see the bottom about five feet below. The opening was not large enough to admit a person, but on closer inspection I found that the board next to it had been taken up and nailed down many times. One good jerk brought that up, and you were down in no time. You lit another match and you were shielding it with your hands when I saw a small box about two feet away from you. Just then I woke up. I’m going to start back there now.” Huh,” said Tommy in disgust. You expect to go back there and find things just as you have them fixed, do you?” I said no more, but I had my way, and we soon started. The sky in the east was just beginning to streak in red and gold, and the air at that early hour was invigorating. We walked briskly and were there in a short time. When I pushed the door open there was the same sound that we 81 had heard the night before, and half a dozen mice darted into their holes. I laughed at Tommy’s mistake. I made a rush for the fireplace, which was just as I had seen it in my dream; jerked the iron rod and up came the board. I heard a gasp behind me, and looked back to see Tommy holding his head, and looking scared to death. He came to all of a sudden, and soon was down on the floor with me. Together we pulled at the board next to the opening. Up it came, and I was about to jump in when Tommy caught my arm. “Look here,” he cried. “We’re not going to take any chances with this until we have inspected it.” I looked around the room. On the opposite side of the room was a little cupboard built in the wall. There was a padlock on the door and the key hung on a nail beside it. There were two shelves. On the top one was an old lantern and a gallon can about half full of oil. On the lower shelf a small crowbar, an ax, and a long knife. I filled the lantern and got back to the opening as soon as possible. Tommy was still on his knees, peering down into the black hole. I lowered the lantern into the blackness, and sure enough, about five feet down was a floor. I tested the boards and they were sound, so I caught hold of both sides and lowered myself down. Tommy lowered the lantern after me. On the floor was the same small box which I had seen in my dream. I picked it up, handed it out to Tommy, crawled out in a hurry, and together we inspected its contents. The box contained a bundle of papers tied with a heavy brown cord. I expected to find them written either in Spanish or French, but to my surprise they were in English, and in a good hand. There were three plans, two letters and a diary. The letters were written by a New York attorney, and were of little interest, but the plans and diary held our attention. On the first flyleaf of the book was written: “John Reynolds, January 22, 1885.” I began to read: “January 23—Arrived in this water-soaked section of the universe. “January 24—Got a position as foreman over a gang of laborers. Have a small shack that evidently has been used before, but still it is comfortable. “January 24— Nothing but rain down here. “January 25—Found a small box back of the house; contained some plans which I have not been able to make out. “January 26—Had to go to Colon on business today. “February 2—Returned today and resumed the study of the drawings. “February 3 —I’ve discovered their meaning. One is a drawing of the house, another is of the house and the surrounding land, and the last is of a passage under the house. I found it by testing everything in the plan of the house. The board to which the iron rods in front of the fireplace are fastened comes up with a little pressure. There is a passage under it which I will explore tomorrow. 82 “February 4—The passage leads into the hill back of the house. In it there is a vein of almost pure gold. “February 5 to IS—It is pretty hard to work all day and dig all night. Built an apparatus for smelting ore. It works very well. “February 16 to 25—I feel as if I were going to have an attack of malaria. Out I still keep on working. Put in a system of sewer pipes for ventilation. “March 7—I had to stay in bed all day today. “March 10—The company’s doctor says I cannot live. If I do not recover I hope some worthy person will find this. I have no relatives, and whoever finds it is sole possessor. They are going to start me for the coast tomorrow. (Signed) “John Reynolds.” My fingers trembled and the book dropped to the floor, and for fully five minutes neither of us said a word. “Do you think it is true,” I said finally, to break the silence. “I don’t know,” he answered, brightening somewhat. “The only way we can find out is to investigate.” With the explanation of the plans in the diary they seemed plausible enough. This time both of us went down. I put the lantern down in the middle of the room and looked around. On the side toward the back of the house, there was an opening just about large enough for a person to squeeze through. I thought then that the system of ventilating which Mr. Reynolds had installed was, however, very efficient, for a gust of air hit my face. I got through and Tommy followed. The passage of the other side was larger, being about six feet high and three feet wide. We hurried along, and after going about fifty feet we felt a draft from above. Through a circular opening in the roof I could just see daylight far above me. Every little way wc came to these openings, which comprised the ventillating system. At last the passage widened into a good-sized room. Here there were several large sticks protruding from the wall, and on closer inspection I found that these had been used for torches. I started around the edge of the rooms, inspecting the walls of the room closely. Sure enough, there was a vein of gold about half-an-inch thick. When I saw it at first my knees began to shake, then I felt a chill pass over me, but by degrees I returned to my normal condition. I continued my course around the room and almost bumped into a furnace arrangement, which I imagined was for smelting, and beside it was a big stack of coal, probably taken from one of the engines on the canal. I had seen enough for a while, and we started back. By this time I was feeling faint from the want of food. I stopped to think. It had been a day and a half since we had eaten. We climbed into the room above and then hunted around the neighborhood, and finally found an orange tree. We ate all we wanted and then went back. Then our first difficulty arose. How were we to get the ore away from 83 there without being suspected? We had no capital to back us and if the government found that we were in possession of this treasure, they would use any means, no matter how unscrupulous, to take it away from us. Then the idea appealed to me that we might do as the others before us had done, smelt the ore ourselves. I know very little of this industry except what I had learned in college chemistry, and that only took in the ways of extracting gold with all modern facilities. I knew that gold was heavier than sand and that by melting the ore the pure gold would sink to the bottom and the sand rise to the top. I began to study the furnace which was erected in the cave. It was made of rough stones plastered thick with clay. Set down in the top was a small pan made of cither iron or steel, so arranged that the fire could reach the sides and bottom. I took it for granted that the pan was to be used to contain the ore. Then over the top of all this a heavy piece of iron was to be placed. From the bottom of the pan through a side of the furnace a small pipe with a spiggot was run for the purpose of drawing off the melted gold. We started work immediately. I dug out a small quantity of the ore, then pounded it as fine as possible and poured it into the pan. We went outside and collected a quantity of dry wood, and with the aid of a little of our extremely precious oil we soon had a roaring fire going. I knew that it would take some time, so we settled back to steady our nerves with a peaceful pipe. I then happened to think that we would need something in which to collect our treasure when the time came. So after firing a plumb line from a piece of cord and a stone, I found the spot exactly below the spiggot. There I made a mold about two inches long, half an inch wide and several inches higher than was necessary to keep the gold from splashing out. When I finished that I turned on the spiggot, and a thin stream flowed out and down into the mold. It flowed but a short time and then stopped, and there we had our first bar of gold, about two inches and a half in length and a half inch thick.. We repeated the process several times and when we had finished for the fourth time we stopped work. The next day we continued our work and at the end of a week we had thirty-one bars in all. The next problem was to dispose of it. We had nothing in which to carry it but we finally got it distributed in our pockets so that although it was heavy, still we could make fairly good time. Neither of us had any money so we closed up the cabin as it was when we found it, and set out on foot. At ?he towns up through the country we sold the bars two or three at a time. From the thirty-one bars we received $8,150. We bought several necessities, including two satchels, a large leather 84 purse, some eatables and some oil, and then started back. After four weeks of this kind of work we had a sum of about $30,000. We got things looking as if one had been there for a long time and began our journey for the nearest railway station, Obispo. At Colon on the coast, we deposited all but about a thousand dollars, and got in exchange for the remainder, a draft on a New York bank. We bought some new clothes and started home. We left for New York on Thursday and arrived there on Monday. An old college chum of mine was a mining engineer and I went to him directly and told him of my discovery. He was immediately ready to help us make a success of our find so he was taken into the partnership. With the aid of the capital we now had, we soon had the proper facilities for mining, and found the government glad to sell the land at any price. And now we have been running the mine for ten years, the combined earnings per year being $500,000, with no prospect of running out. However, if it did, I believe that I have enough stored away to keep me the rest of my life and now I still travel with Tommy but in better style than in the old days. WALTER MADIGAN, 10. Jt Donor U J ELL, Richard, to me it seems impossible,” said the Head, as he VV looked over his glasses at Dick Masters. Dick left the room, and in the hall he met his teacher, Professor Hadley, who also expressed his doubts as to Dick’s passing ability. Slowly Dick walked toward his room with his hands clinched, muttering: “I fancy the Head and Hadley are right, I don’t see how I can pass the half-term tests unless I cheat, and I couldn't do that.” His pleasant dormitory room today had no attractions for him. Throwing himself into a chair, only to get up and walk over to the mantel, he scowled at mementos of former good times and bad companions. “I wish Haven and his crowd had never shown up!” sighed Dick. “But they are gone now, and I’d leave too, if it weren’t for mother’s tears and father’s hot anger.” Only two days remained until the tests, and Dick studied hard, and crammed into his head what he should have learned during the past four months. Finally the examination day came. Dick sat far back in the room, next to a ventilator. He received his questions and found that his cramming 85 enabled him to do all but the two most valuable counts. For the solution to these two elusive ones, he could not think, even of a start. Dick wrote steadily away at the answers he knew and when he reached the end of his knowledge he sat thinking about the two impossible ones. Suddenly his thoughts were broken by whispers. He looked up. No one looked suspicious. But still the whispers continued. Then, suddenly, it dawned upon him that some boys were talking in another part of the building, and their words were transmitted through the ventilator. He listened for a while, and then realized that what he had heard was a partial solution to the two questions. He wondered whether he would be doing right if he took advantage of the information. Dick was anxious to get through, and he wrote until he finished the last question when, looking up, he saw the room nearly vacant. He turned in his papers and left for dinner. After his meal was finished he sat and thought over the mysterious help. ‘‘Now. was it unfair?” he wondered. For a week his conscience troubled him. “I wonder---. Did I do right in taking that help?” Then he determined to tell the Head the whole story. In the office his courage oozed, but after a few helps he told the story. The Head watched Dick’s face as the lad spoke, and then, laying his hand on the boy’s shoulder said, “Richard, owing to your honesty in relating this I will give you a trial in the upper class. You failed, though, because the help you received was wrong.” Dick took the trial offered and at the end of the year passed at the head of his class. He often wondered why the Head took so much interest in him, never dreaming for a moment that his honesty won him notice because Dick thought that “Honor is duty.” WALTER BANDLOW, 1911. iJetog Stems June —, 1910. After a meeting lasting till midnight in which a great deal of feeling was shown, the Ecremmocs voted for the final settlement of the oft-considered motion, whether their president should remain standing or sit during the society session. Mr. DcForest made the usual motion that the president be seated: Mr. Kirby for the thousandth time seconded the motion. The usual amendment was then offered by the Honorable Walter Madigan and seconded by Mr. Sinek to change the words “be seated” to “remain standing.” The amendment and question as amended were then carried unanimously, as usual, and for the thousand and first, and it is to be hoped, for the last time the president was given a “standing” vote. 86 fetortn on tlje ©HeStern plains DICK and I had been working in the broiling sun the whole forenoon. Wc had been rounding up a large herd of cattle and had worked like beavers to get through. And, although we had plenty of work planned for the afternoon’s occupation, signs of an impending storm drove us toward home. When the sky assumes that yellowish, saffron color, and the air becomes close and humid, most ranchmen know enough to “make for the ranch,” and I calculate we had as much sense as the average cow-puncher. Bob Tennet’s ranch lay on our way, and as we neared it, its green lawns and spacious veranda (Bob Tcnnet was well known for his luxurious tastes) looked so alluring and cool compared with the torrid heat of the outside that Dick and I were sorely tempted to go in. “Let’s go in and see the ‘Duke’, Dick,” I proposed. (The boys always called Bob Tcnnet the “Duke,” I don’t know why). “There’s a storm brewing, Sam, and we had better get to the ranch as fast as horseflesh can take us there,” he expostulated, “and besides, the ‘Duke’ has gone to Cheyenne to see about some new stock.” “Well, his good wife and daughter arc at home, aren’t they?” I asked, somewhat impatiently. “Oh, I see. Why, yes; I believe his good wife and daughter are at home. I thought you wanted to see the ‘Duke.’ Well, come on. We may as well be carried away in a house as on a horse’s back; for in five minutes the gentle gods of the wind will begin to amuse themselves.” He was right. The soft, hissing sound coming through the prairie grass had deepened into a low growl and it was getting dark. So, assured of a hospitable welcome, we turned our horses’ heads in the direction of Tennet’s ranch, and were soon being welcomed by the cheery and genial woman, who was the “Duke’s” wife. She was a kindly soul, and had a tactful way of making a fellow feel glad he was in her house, instead of wishing he was fifty miles away, as so many dear ladies have the knack of making their guests feel. And she also had a pretty daughter, which fact could have made up for any deficiency. Hardly were we in the house before the storm broke in all its fury. It was a typical Western storm. Great clouds of sand were hurled into the air, by the eddying wind; nothing could be seen but sand, and nothing heard but the sharp whistle of the wind, and the groaning and creaking of the timbers of the house, which were being strained to the utmost. As the wind was beating the highest speed-record of a “20th Century Limited” train, it did not tarry with us long, but moved on in its frolicsome course to other parts. As soon as the storm abated somewhat, we took leave of Mrs. Tennet, as 87 we were anxious to find out whether the high winds had carried away all our belongings or only part of them, for it often happens that a ranchman returns after a storm to sec his house turned over on one side, the bams and sheds in various artistic poses, and his cattle in a general state of stampede. As we rode alcng our horses had to literally plough their way through sand, due to the action of the wind, which lay banked like drifted snow. About half way home we found a neighbor’s barn-roof lying flat on the ground. The “neighbor” lived fifty miles away, but that is not considered much of a distance in the West. “We will doubtless find cattle near here,” Sam commented. Sure enough, upon our arrival home we found a large herd of cattle browsing around our barn-doors. They bore the brand of Jose Secordo, a surly and somewhat quarrelsome Spaniard who had recently taken a ranch near ours. He had never been neighborly and had ignored all friendly advances on our part, so we had let him entirely alone. However, we were in honor bound to see that his cattle were safely returned to him. Accordingly, Sam and I returned them the next day. The Spaniard’s hostility vanished under what he termed an act of “kindness so grande,” and his “graciosas” (meaning thank you) carried a real waimth with them. When we left, it was with the understanding of exchanging visits with him, and a kindlier and more neighborly feeling existed between us. “It’s surely an ill wind that does not blow some one some good, isn’t it?” remarked Sam. E had a dear friend who has gone from among us. Joe’s what we called him before his demise. Much had he suffered before he departed. Now he is gone before in spite of our efforts to save him. We pulled all Joe’s teeth; Joe “bit the dust.” When confined to his bed, Joe escaped by the window and “went up the spout.” Sunbaths were useless; they “let daylight through Joe.” Mineral springs both hot and cold baths and gallons to drink when tried, all combined and sent Joe to “Davey Jone’s Locker.” We cut off Joe’s leg; Joe “kicked the bucket.” Fed him on dainties, regaled him on frogslegs; Joe promptly “croaked.” We gave him emetics; Joe “threw up the sponge.” Now in despair we prescribed whiskey for Joe; Joe got full of spirits and “gave up the ghost.” FLORENCE M. KRAUS, 1912. 9h (Dtifitinatc iflartpr 88 THOMAS PHILLIPS, 1910. atonement CHARLES DE VINE was a happy lad as he entered the town store, for he expected a letter which would set a time for a visit at his cousin Tom’s heme. It was, therefore, with a cheerful voice that he asked the storekeeper whether there was any mail for him. “Yes, my boy, there is,” said the old postmaster as he handed over a small envelope. As Charles was leaving the store the man called after him. “How’s the old miser. I hear that he is not well?” “If you refer to my grandfather, he is not as well as I wish he were. But I can’t understand why you should refer to him as a miser, for he hasn’t much money and is only a little careful of what he has.” With these words Charles left the store, but alas for his happy mood. As he walked homeward Charles opened the letter and found that he was to start the next morning for his cousin’s home, but somehow he forgot to rejoice. The next day he stood in the doorway ready for the trip. “Good-bye, mother; wish you were going too.” “Charles, the train is not due for two hours. What’s your hurry?” “I’ve got to see grandfather, you know he’ll miss my visits unless he knows why I don’t come. Good-bye.” And Charles hurried away. A few minutes later Charles’ voice gladdened his grandfather’s ears, but noticing the old man’s look, Charles asked concerning his grandfather’s health. “Well, my boy,” the old man replied, “I do not feel very well, but I hope to be better by the time you come back.” “I could stay at home and help you, grandfather,” generously offered the boy. “No, not for a minute,’’ decidedly answered the man. “I would not spoil your pleasant visit to your cousin’s.” As Charles proceeded to the station he thought that surely his grandfather was no miser when he refused his help. But the train was now approaching and these thoughts left Charles’ mind. The week soon passed, however, and it was not long before Charles was again trudging along the road to his grandfather’s house. As he opened the door he gazed upon a sight that long lived in his memory. There lay his grandfather on the rickety bed not able to move. The stunned expression on his grandfather’s face, the look in his eyes always remained in the boy’s mind. Going over to the bedside he knelt down and looking into his grandfather’s face said: “If I only had stayed!” S9 Charles saw that his grandfather was going to say something, and drawing closer he heard: “My boy, I am about to die.” At these words Charles shuddered but said nothing. “When I die,” continued the man, “look in the Indian---” If he was going to say more he never said it icr convulsions seized him and he tossed and rolled and coughed that nerve racking cough that sent the chills over the body. Charles could stand no longer the cries of anguish that pierced his heart and he ran from the house in search of some one. Charles returned with the doctor but he was of no use, for th« old man had died in the boy’s absence. After the funeral Charles returned to his grandfather’s house and for the first time thought of the Indian bust. Taking the bust off the stand and unscrewing the head, as long ago his grandfather had shown him how to do, he found inside an envelope addressed to himself. Tearing it open he read the following note that was enclosed: “Dear Charles: “Many times have I longed to tell you, you who have been so faithful to me, that the people had a right to think me a miser. For in my younger days I caused a sorrow due to a miserly act. Hoarding my money, I refused aid to a poor family and death claimed one member. Since you came to me many times have I longed to tell you that I have tried to atone to my Maker by giving to others secretly. And now to prove that I am sincere and to complete my atonement I ask, as a dying man’s request, that you do not tell anyone the contents of this note, so that I may go to my grave with the reputation of being a miser. As you have helped me in other things help me in this, my atonement. “Your repentant. “Grandfather dc Vine.” JOHN TOBIN, 1911. Hurts THIS, from the pen of the French author. Max O’Rell, is recommended as of value to every graduate student at Commerce High. Luck means rising at six o’clock in the morning, living on a dollar a day if you earn two, minding your own business and not meddling with other people’s. Luck means appointments you have never failed to keep; the trains you have never failed to catch. Luck means trusting in God and your own resources. 90 lEfje Cxpeitrb letter i(T CAN’T mend anything more to-night,” said Mrs. Livingston, despon-1 dently, as she laid down a half-darned stocking, and to think I can't get work.” The coals glowed brightly, but the fire was too low to really warm the room. Mother, I’ll build the fire for you, I know if this room were warmer you’d feel better,” and little Gertrude, a child of ten, stopped talking to her pet kitty and jumped up to replenish the tiny fire. Darling, we’ll have to be careful and not make too big fires for coal is so dear, and really I am warm enough.” The mother thought of the mortgage, and the interest which was over due, and a sigh escaped her. She tried to speak cheerfully for she would not burden her child. If John would only come home he could help me.” The words unconsciously escaped her lips. Mamma, I’ll help you if I can. Perhaps I can get some money by running errands for Mrs. Brown, and then I’ll give every cent to you. Don’t worry, mamma, don’t worry.” A sound of footsteps outside sent a glow of hope to Mrs. Livingston’s heart. The thought that her absent son had returned from the Philippines always rose at any unusual movement. A knock sounded and hope fled. John would not wait to knock at his mother’s door. Run. child, open the door. It is cold to wait outside.” A messenger gave the child a telegram, shook his head at the invitation to enter, and departed. Mrs. Livingston opened the message with quivering hands and read the following: “Mother: Home about next Sunday; just mailed the thousand dollars. Love. John.” Only ten words, yet her life was changed. Her face beamed with happiness for the mortgage could be paid. The next morning the postman found her waiting. He handed her a letter. The home was saved! She tore the envelope open, but to her sorrow the letter was not from John. The bank had sent a notice saying that the property mortgaged must be sold at ten o’clock the following Saturday. The mortgage must be satisfied. The notice was printed with here and there a blank space filled in with writing. Her case in the eyes of the bank was only one of many. This thought passed through her mind as she laid down the pitiless letter. Two days went by and still no letter. Can it be,” she asked the postman, “that my letter has been lost?” “Sent by my son last Saturday,” she responded in answer to his question as to the sender and the time. 91 “Then it should have reached you the day before yesterday. I’m sorry, madam, but I’ll have to inquire into the matter.” Mrs. Livingston closed the door and the postman walked nervously down the street. Could I have lost that letter?” he muttered to himself. “I remember having some mail for her Tuesday, but I think I delivered it. Shall I tell the postmaster about it to-day? No; I’ll wait.” The thought of the letter troubled him but he would tell no one. He remembered the bank letter which he had delivered and his consicence was clear. Meanwhile the week passed. Mrs. Livingston became nearly frantic. The money to save her home was somewhere, but it would come too late. All efforts to delay the sale were useless. A rich customer had long coveted the little home as an addition to his beautiful grounds, hence the bank was merciless. Saturday came, the day of the sale. The mother thought of her child as already homeless. A knock startled her. “The sheriff,” she thought. But to her surprise it was the postman. He handed her a letter. She opened it and clasped tightly a one thousand dollar San Francisco draft. “You don’t know how thankful I am that it has come on time.” she said. The postman was touched. “I am glad to bring you the letter on time, madam,” he said, and with a light heart he continued on his regular round of duties. She hurried to the bank. Would she be too late? “Sir. heie is the money,” she barely whispered. The cashier and president, for one man served the bank as both, looked at the clock, the hands pointed to 9:45. “All right, madam, I will telephone the sheriff that the sale is off, as the mortgage is paid.” His face reflected the excitement that she exhibited. The sale of the widow’s home had been distasteful to him. Her home was saved, and with a light step, keeping time to the beating cf her heart, she hurried homeward. She had reached the bend in the road, in a minute she would be resting in an unmortgaged home. But her heart stopped its beating. A volume of smoke was pouring skyward from the direction of the home. What did it mean! She hurried around the hill that hid the view. Her home was safe. The smoke was pouring from the chimney, and on the porch was an explanation of the extravagant use of the fuel. “Oh, John, my boy,” was all that she could say as son and mother happily met. Later John heard his mother’s story, but the mystery of the delayed letter was never made known. 92 ADELENE GREER, 1911. (Efje Barb is Jfligfjtirst (Being ye tale of how ye valorous Lord of ye Dark did intercept, foil, and overcome two desperate villains bent on flight.) « A ND the culprit marched boldly into the house. Fearless, he took his stand in the middle of the room and remarked indifferently: ‘Hello, Dad.’ ” ‘‘The gov’n’r looked up and surveyed his son coolly. Without showing any surprise, he said: ‘Come into the woodshed, my son.’ ” “ ‘All right, dad,’ replied our hero.” Joe Conkle had finished reading the tale of the wonderful youth who ran away from a hard-hearted father, had all kinds of adventure, and after becoming miraculously rich, returned to the “old man” and bore his punishment unflinchingly. The story was very interesting but the two listeners were more so. The youngest was a winsome little fellow. Joe’s brother. Willis. Their father was the doctor of Polus Center. Willis, or “Little Doc.” was the pet of the town. His large, innocent blue eyes and curly light hair won him many friends. Hal Brandt, the second boy, was also known as a cute youngster, smart as a whip. Joe Conkle, the oldest of the three, was ten years and five months old. (He never forgot to mention the months when stating his age.) He was: the leader, the one who originated all the games. He invented a new game of fire engine. He had built a wonderful telephone of two cigar boxes and a ball of wrapping twine. And it worked!—except at times when the transmitter proved too much of an obstacle for Joe’s voice to overcome. But on these occasions it was only necessary for Joe to step aside and call to Hal across the street: “Did you hear what I said?” It was Joe who first conceived the idea of a “den” and the forming of the “gang.” The den was located among the rafters of the woodshed, a few feet above the piles of cordwood. A villainous place was this retreat of the “gang.” It was a low-ceilinged, cramped-up little room under the eaves. At one end stood a box, which in black letters maintained the superiority of Larkin’s Soap. On this rested a candle-stick in the neck of a bottle which was proudly admired by its proprietors because blown into the glass were the letters B-E-E-R. The flickering light of the candle dimly revealed a bench along one wall occupied by the three scowling, savage beings, each pulling meditatively at a dingy black pipe. The air reeked with the smoke of the cornsilk. As the hero of the story achieved the consummation of his glory in those last bold words a sigh escaped the listeners—a sigh of relief, regret and long- 93 ing.) They forgot to look ruffianly. Willis expressed the thought of all when he said, “Wish we could run away.” “We can,” replied Joe with so piratical a glare that the others gasped in admiration and fright. “I’d like to know how. Pa wouldn’t let us,” choked out his brother, astounded. Joe pulled twice on his pipe, crossed his left foot deliberately over the right, blew a cloud of smoke from his nose, and delivered himself thusly: “O’ course he wouldn’t; fellows that run away always have to go after dark.” “Joe-y-y, dinner’s ready!” came the call from below. Joe turned to Hal: “You be up here at seven tonight, and we’ll start.” “Joe!” This time the call was sharp and commanding. “Yes, mamma, I’m coming,” called Joe with his head stuck through the hole in the floor. “I didn’t hear you the first time you called.” Cautiously the leader of the “gang” lowered the rope ladder. With difficulty his two subordinates climbed down it. (The difficult part was to use the ladder at all to reach the wood pile two feet below.) Then Joe “dowsed the glim” and secreted the poker chips (tiddle-de-winks), the matches, the pipes and the book, in a hidden chamber in the wall. The “gang” was assembled in the “den” per appointment, except Willis, who refused to be of the party. Cautiously, Joe scratched a match and lit the candle. The flickering flame caused huge shadow giants to appear, beckoning and reaching toward them from the walls. Hal shivered. “Awful still, ain’t it?” he whispered. Aw, you’re getting scared out already,” scoffed Joe. “No I’m not; but I bet our folks ’ll catch us, and anyway they’d be awful worried. Once when I was only a little late getting home from swimmin’, mamma was so worried she was sick-a-bed for a week.” No! you’re not getting scared any,” sneered Joe. “No, but I don’t see what we’re going to do ’thout no money.” “Aw, come on, let’s start,” replied Joe, “we’ll go over by your house and you can get some for us.” Outside it was moonlight; all that the moon’s rays reached was a bright, silvery white; the corners of the house and shadows of the trees were twice as black as usual. Keeping well away from the black shades, the boys hurried across the lawn. Hal touched his companion on the arm. Joe jumped as though he had been stabbed with a pin. Didn’t you see something move over behind the big tree, Joe?” Hal huskily whispered. “No.” Joe’s reply was checked by the choking fear that rose in his 94 throat. A long-drawn, mournful, far-off sound rose with the wind, then died away, and all was as still as stillness can be. The boys looked at each other; their fear grew in leaps. “It's a dog,” Joe tried to grin, but the effort was sickly. “There was a ma-mad dog shot at Sinclair’s day ’fore yesterday,” faltered Hal. They stood silent. The silence was absolute, tense. They listened. Close at hand from the stillness a second howl rose in answer. More mournful, weird, threatening; it leaped from the dark fiercely; it seemed to attack them. Screaming the terror that was in their hearts, the boys fled and burst into the Doctor’s house. By the light of a lamp on the dining room table, Mrs. Conkle was reading. Beside her, curled up in a big arm chair, Willis lay fast asleep. On the table was the good Doctor’s toast and milk, ready for him when he should come home from his weary round of visits. Here all was peace and safety! Shaking with sobs, the leader of the “gang” buried his head in his mother’s lap and told the whole story. TOM PHILIPS, ’10. $3 Broil Stroll ONE black night the Junior Class took a stroll, and a very adventurous one it proved to be. They reached a Klump of bushes, and there stood a Fox, which was soon joined by a second. Of course, there were some members of the class who were very much frightened by the appearance of these ferocious animals, but the Stern visage of a certain Junior sent the foxes Thoering away through the Meier. Next they saw, through the Hayes, a Hird of buffalo, and the feminine majority thought they could not Barrett, but Wick’s son waved a Long Branch dramatically toward the beasts and they immediately became aS docile as lambs. The class then proceeded and made a Call on the Burgess of the community. The Porter answered their summons and ushered them in. As they stepped inside, Groman struck his head on a Boehm, and a Hack was called to convey him home. The Burgess appeared and he was asked: ‘Have you seen a Feller named Dubs?” “We are looking for such an one.” But the answer was “No, and you are not Libal to find him.” At this same time three Smiths appeared with Arm strong, and we decided to annex them to our band and proceed homeward. FLORA PUTNAM, ’ll. 95 lacking I just can’t wait until I get to work.” v- Bessie held her fork suspended and looked at the other girls seated around the table. It was noon at the High School of Commerce, and the girls were busy eating their lunches brought from home, but pieced out by Mr. Bonaparte’s famous soup, cocoa and ices. Eleanor, a brightly dressed girl who sat near, said, I dcn’t care whether I get a position or not. If I don’t get work, Dad’ll buy me anything I want anyway.” “Well,” said Bessie, “perhaps your father is rich and doesn’t care, but mine cannot afford the luxury of an idle daughter. Besides, I want to put my stenography and typewriting to some use.” Bessie was well liked by the rest of the students of the school, in spite of the fact that her parents were poor, for Bessie always had a pleasant word. ♦ Commencement was over. And the boys and girls were seeking positions. Bessie’s first day was filled with disappointments. She fairly hated the sight of an office, but she would try one more. With forlorn hope she bought the afternoon “News.” Yes, here was an advertisement: Wanted—A Stenographer. She hurried to the office of Mr. Robinson, the lawyer. Would she be too late? Hopefully she entered. The office was furnished with everything of the best. How she would enjoy working here! A busy man sat at his desk writing. Bessie timidly spoke to him. “This is Mr. Robinson, is it not?” Certainly,” he said, and his kind voice renewed her hope. “Did you answer my ad. for a stenographer?” In response to his question as to her experience as a stenographer, Bessie explained that she had just graduated from the High School of Commerce. “Our werk is very particular; we never send out a faulty letter,” said Mr. Robinson. Fortunately Bessie had her letter of recommendation from Mr. Curry, “the particular teacher,” as the boys of the school “dubbed” him. Mr. Robinson’s perusal of the letter seemed more than satisfactory. “I know Mr. Curry,” he said. “You may come to-morrow.” Ycu may be sure that Bessie v ent heme that night feeling very happy. The next morning she arose early, determined that her employer should always find her on time. Her effort surpassed itself, for when she reached the office the big clock showed her that she was ten minutes early. She saw hundreds of people 96 going in every direction and a lonely feeling crept over her. She felt lost in the strange crowd. Suddenly a young girl, brightly dressed, stepped up to Bessie. “Why, Bess, what are you doing down here this morning?” Well,” said Bessie, “I intend to start to work this morning at the cffic’ of Mr. Robinson.” “So do I,” exclaimed Eleanor, much astonished, for the newcomer proved to be her old school friend. Why, Eleanor, I am almost postive that Mr. Robinson needs only one stenographer, but we will go in and ask him.” “Good morning, Mr. Robinson.” Both of the girls spoke. “Why, good morning girls,” Mr. Robinson spoke cheerily, “I think I have some explanation to make, for as you know I haven’t work for more than one of you girls.” He then told the two that he had hired Bessie, but his son. not knowing this, had hired Eleanor a half hour later. But he told them that since the mistake was on his part he would give both of the girls a trial. “First,” he said, “you may each take dictation.” Dictation from a stranger is no easy task, but both of the girls stood the test. “Oh, dear,” said Bessie, a half hour later, “I am glad that first dictation is over, I can get the rest of my work all right, I am sure.” But Bessie spoke too soon, for when she sat down to copy her letters she found her machine in a terrible condition. The keys were filled with dust, the spacer didn’t work, neither did the carriage. Eleanor immediately began copying the dictated letters. When she finished them she called to Bessie, “I am way ahead of you. Just think, I am on my seventh letter and you haven’t finished one yet.” This thoroughly discouraged Bessie, but now she had her machine nearly in order. As she went to Mr. Robinson’s desk for a new ribbon, which was the last thing needed to bring the type out clearly, she noticed several letters in the waste basket. These she recognized as the ones that Eleanor had just been copying. Bessie was no longer discouraged. Eleanor’s rapid work had proved to be untidy. She now returned to her desk, greatly encouraged and sure of her success. For she remembered Mr. Curry’s last words of warning to her class: “Do not hand in an untidy letter. Your manager does not want anything but a perfect copy.” After Bessie had copied her letters she took them to the lawyer. He looked them over, then turning to her, said: “Those are very neatly done. I can’t find a mistake. I am well pleased with the work you have done today. You may return tomorrow at eight-thirty.” Bessie felt sorry for Eleanor, but was delighted at her own success and decided then always to remember the old saying: “Make haste slowly.” 97 She then got ready to go home; Eleanor did likewise. As Eleanor passed through the office Mr. Robinson called her to his desk. He gave her two dollars to pay her for her day's work, and told her he hoped she would have better success in the future. S one wanders through the wildwood at Autumn time he sees her clothed in beauty. Robins and other birds are waiting for Nature's grand festival, then they will fly south. The sturdy oak king with his red and brown leaves, the elm queen with her slender form drooping to the ground as if she had great sorrow, and the tall erect poplar are all waiting for father Wind to carry their children to the dance. In fact everyone in Autumnsville is getting ready for the annual festival. The robin was asked to sing a solo and of course he did not refuse. The frog orchestra played the accompaniment. The day finally arrived. Jack Frost carpeted the earth in white velvet and touched the trees and flowers and made everything smile. The robin and blue birds had their places on the platform and the frogs were trying their instruments. The woodchuck was to play the drum. All was ready and great throngs of people came pouring in. There were little girls and boys dressed in their best dresses, then there were young couples dressed in crimson and yellow, and older members of the families dressed just as gayly as their children. The fiddler started to play, and couple after couple joined in the first dance. They wheeled around, and around and ended the first dance with a merry laugh. After dancing several times refreshments were served, consisting of Jack Frost’s ices of various shapes, nuts and fruit. The final dance was started and everybody, young and old, joined in. After that the crowd scattered and Nature with all her splendor and beauty went to sleep Mid summer and winter tho’ we may roam. Those exams are ever coming. How we wish to stay at home! A charm from the skies, then adorns the teacher’s face, Which seek thro’ the world, can be found no other place. Exams, oh exams, sweet exams, There’s nothing so sweet to all as exams, b-u-r r exams. WINIFRED HINCKLEY. 1910. Nature’s Autumn Saner for the winter. MILDRED S. WOODMAN. ’13. p ome, fetoeet JE?ontc 98 21 Vacation ©Bell £s pent THE sounds of a violin rose sharp and shrill on the air, now telling a story of sorrow, now of hope. The playing suddenly stopped. “Its the best we can do,” said the musician, as he put the violin in the case. “Yes,” answered Gilbert, Mother will be glad if I can help her a little with the expense of my senior year.” As they were good musicians, they had decided to visit the Tercentennial Exposition at Jamestown, Virginia, and try, by playing, to earn the money required. “I wish wc knew how our plan will succeed,” said Fred, the elder. “Oh, don’t worry about it now but just let us enjoy our trip,” Gilbert said, as the train pulled into the station of Chester, Pennsylvania. The boys bade their mothers farewell, and in hopeful spirits boarded the train. The coaches were fairly filled, but the boys were lucky enough to get a seat together. Opposite them sat a lady with a canary bird in a cage. Soon the conductor passed through. “Madam, I will have to take this bird to the baggage car.” “Indeed, you shall not take my little Tom away from me,” said the lady. “No birds, cats, dogs, or monkeys allowed in these coaches,” said the conductor. “Well,” snapped the woman, “They make a great mistake when they have you here.” Everyone in the car had a smile as the conductor picked up the cage and, to the indignation of the lady, walked out. The train sped on and on. “Cape Charles,” called the conductor, “All off for Cape Charles.” Well, here wc are,” said Gilbert and the two boys left the train and followed the crowd to the boat and after a ride of three hours arrived in Norfolk, Virginia. “Its no use, we’ve tried everywhere and my funds are low but I won’t ask mother for money,” Fred said sadly, on the third day after their arrival. “What do you intend to do, go home?” asked Gilbert. “Yes, I think we will have to, but we will try once again,” answered Fred. The next morning while at breakfast in a nearby restaurant, Fred, who was reading the paper, almost upset his coffee as he brought his hand down on the table. “Here is the very thing for us,” he cried as he handed the paper to Gilbert, showing him the following advertisement: Wanted—two violinists to play daily, except Sundays, on excursion steamer. In a short time the boys started out to apply for the position. The manager of the excursion steamer was a typical southerner. He said to them: 99 “I want two capable and reliable men to play on the boat that runs between Norfolk and the Exposition grounds. We make four trips a day, commencing at ten in the morning and returning from the last trip at seven In the evening. Do you think you can fill the bill?” “Yes, Sir,” spoke up Fred, “We are willing to accept the position and will do the best we can.” “Very well,” said the manager, “I will pay you fifty cents an hour for a start and if satisfactory will raise your wages.” “When would you want us to start?” inquired Gilbert. “Why,” said the man, “at ten this morning, it is now nine and you will have ample time to get your instruments.” “All right,” answered Fred, “we will be back on time.” Greatly elated they left the office and went back to their room for their violins, to start to work. One night, near the end of the summer, on the return trip, the boat was crowded with men. women, and children. The boys were playing and people were dancing. “Oh, my child,” cried a women’s voice. “She fell-------.” A young man had dived. All eyes were upon him. “Will he get the child!” “No; oh, yes, he has it and is swimming toward the boat.” A line is thrown to him and, with the child in his arms, he reaches the boat and is helped up by willing hands. He gives the child to its thankful mother and avoiding the compliments and praises of the crowd, our friend, Gilbert soon resumes his place in the orchestra saying to Fred: “I am so glad that I saw the accident in time to be able to save the child.” The summer is over and the boys, after a short rest at home, returned to college, satisfied that their vacation had been a profitable as well as a pleasant one. MARY W. CALL, 1911. Cfje (Dlb ©afeen IBucfeet (For Seniors.) How dear to my heart arc memories of my school days, Of teachers and pupils and studies not few. Oh Economics and Civics, the deep-tangled Shorthand, And ev’ry loved book of our English work too; The beautiful pond, that we crossed o’er to get there, The bridge that was doomed to go down with us all, The card of reports satisfying to no one; And the dear thoughts of returning to that same class in fall. 100 Cobe TOBE was a little negro slave who lived during the time of the Civil War. One night he ran away from his master to the place where the Union Army was encamped. He went up to the Captain and asked. “Massa Cap’n, kin I stay wif yer? I kin shine up de boots right good.” The Captain looked him over with an amused smile. He hesitated. Should he burden himself with this child? The wistful, eager expression of the boy’s eyes decided the matter. “Well, you little rascal, come along, we’ll see what you can do.” “ 'Way down upon de Suwannee Ribber,” shrilly whistled Tobe, a few days later as he was cleaning the Captain’s boots. “Tobe, how would you like to go North?” asked the Captain as he dismounted and handed the bridle to the little black hands. Tobe was proving a faithful servant and whatever belonged to “Massa Cap’n” was sacred to the poor boy. “Eh, Massa Cap’n, ef yer gwine North, I will go wif yer, but yer don’t mean to send me away from yer, do yer?” “You made those boots look fine, Tobe. Take good care of them, for it is not often I can get a pair that feel so comfortable on my feet as these do.” “Yer needn’t be feared, I’se take care of ’em, Cap’n.” The army left camp to march North. The wagon in which Tobe rode broke down. The men who were left behind to fix it up suddenly saw a troop of Confederates coming at full speed toward them. The Union men were horrified as there was no way of escape; but as the enemy did not want prisoners they were left unharmed. The raiders, however, began a search for anything of value. An officer looking under the wagon saw a blanket which seemed to be making unusual undulatory movements. Reaching down he pushed aside the blanket and saw Tobe trying to hide the precious boots. The officer, admiring the make of the boots, said, “Come, boy, hand over those boots.” “Deed, Massa, I can’t gib ’em to yer.” The rebel officer grew angry and said, Hurry, hand them over, or I will shoot you.” “ ’Deed, Massa,” began Tobe, but the click of the revolver cut him off. The rebels then dashed away as they saw the Union force reappear. The relief party, attracted by the revolver shot, hurried to the spot where the wagon broke down and found Tobe dead, but clasping his master’s boots. The Captain felt very sorrowful at what a sacrifice the faithful boy had saved his master’s property. 101 Never again could he find the boots comfortable. He sent them to his Northern home, and out of honor to the poor black boy had them placed in a glass case, where they are shown as a memorial to Tobe. JULIUS SMITH, 1911. ©nip a ©irl ISABEL was only a girl. Oh! what a world of meaning in the word “girl.” She had grown from childhood into girlhood and there she stopped. At sixteen, she was far from the settled ways of a young lady, and yet she wasn’t childish. To express it in her own words, “I’ll be a girl till I’m twenty, then I’ll settle down and be proper.” “Where is Isabel?” inquired Margaret as the girls met at the close of school one afternoon. “I think she is still in the building,” answered Nell and “girls Isabel has seemed unusually quiet today.” “Pshaw, Nell! Isabel quiet? She is never quiet; you have a wonderful imagination or some great hallucination of the mind, child,” was the quick retort of Margaret. “It is queer,” continued Margaret, “how she can be so happy and light hearted all the time and besides that we are always happier when she is among us. Let’s christen her, 'Gloom Dispeller.’ ” “I wonder if she will ever grow more dignified and ladylike. It seems odd to see a girl of her age so wild,” remarked Alice. “I wish she would act older,” answered Nell, “although don’t forget that we all agreed the other day that we would like to change places with Isabel if we possibly could now and be as wild as a fawn and bright as a sunbeam.” Yes, there isn’t a doubt about her wildness, yet she is loved all the more for it, where we wouldn’t be adapted to it and perhaps would be despised. But here she comes and just see her come down those steps three at a time. It is a mystery to me why there is a whole bone in her body. Isabel broke into the group and breathlessly exclaimed, “Girls I’ve been trying to keep this all day and I hate to tell you now and Oh! how I hate that place.” “What place?” “What are you going to tell us?” chorused the astonished girls. “I’m going away, to be gone a long time, I don’t know exactly how long, it is enough to know one is surely going without thinking about staying.” Every face seemed overcast with a thunder cloud, one threatening rain at every minute too. Isabel broke the awkward silence by asking the girls to accompany her 102 home. It was a solemn conclave that followed her to the attic of her home. There in the very room where so many happy events had taken place their long pent-up feelings gave way, and each girl became a child again and wept bitter tears of real sorrow. Isabel cried with them, the girls gathered around her as if to hide her from some unseen hand which was to snatch her from them. At length Isabel explained that she was going South in compliance with her father’s wish, that he thought it best for her and that she could offer no objections to it. Isabel dispelled cloudy faces for the time, by exclaiming in her impetuous way, “Oh! girls I want you to help me pack my trunk, and make preparations to go to the train with me and—and—and Oh! just stay here with me.” Two months later, running down a hot sandy road in Maryland, with her face flushed and her hair flying, Isabel was brought to a sudden stop. From among the trees growing along the roadside, appeared her cousin. His eye took in at a glance her ruffled appearance, and he surmised that she had been doing something which wasn’t for everybody to see. “Well, Isabel, are you out for your morning walk?” he said pleasantly trying hard to seem unconcerned. “No Bob, I’ve changed the program this morning and taken a good run instead,” answered Isabel assuming indifference. Bob frowned, for he had reprimanded her before on account of her running. Then Isabel launched into an argument with him as to the propriety of the matter. She argued that as she was pining for a run and thought no one would see her it was all right. By calling all her persuasive powers to her aid and by laying a wager with him, she finally induced him to join her in a dash of about fifty yards. Isabel let him win as she afterwards said “to keep him in a good humor.” All that day Isabel was as happy as a lark and even Bob came down from his lofty pedestal and joined her in humming some tuneful airs which was so unnatural in him that it caused his father to remark that “it seemed Isabel was making Bob a year younger every day.” From constant association with these quiet southerners, Isabel lost very gradually her old gypsy spirit. She was still a girl, dignity hadn’t found its way into her actions but the alertness with which she caught up every chance for the performance of some mischievous prank was dulled. So on through the long, hot summer Isabel’s reformation and her quiet cousin’s rejuvenation took place. He was instrumental in her success and she in his. At last, toward the end of September, the mail carried the good news to a score of home friends that Isabel was coming home to them after an absence of five months. Toward the close of a beautiful autumnal afternoon a train rolled into 103 the depot and before it had really come to a standstill, Isabel had alighted and was making her way toward the group of eager faces waiting inside the gates. After the royal welcome, eacji girl was very anxious to pass comment on her appearance. ‘You have grown about an inch taller and, why you are dressing your hair differently,” exclaimed Margaret, ‘‘and I wish you would take off your hat till I get a real good look at you.” Amidst a bubbling of voices, during which each one wanted to tell everything that had happened since she had gone, Isabel finally started her friends toward her home. It was fully two weeks before the girls saw enough of Isabel. Then a change could be perceived in their manner toward her. The girls with the exception of the traveler were at Margaret’s house. Some one asked for Isabel, whereupon Nell answered that Isabel had a severe headache and was unable to attend the gathering. Margaret after awhile very cautiously sked the girls if they thought Isabel was changed in any way. “Well I think she is,” answered Grace. ‘‘It was only yesterday that a fire engine passed while Isabel and I were talking, and she merely looked at it, and you girls all know she used to chase a fire engine!” After much discussion, and relating of incidents to prove the opinion that Isabel was changed, they finally agreed that they didn’t like this new girl as well as the old. Poor little Nell was undecided as to whether Isabel was changed or not. so she thought she would seek an interview with her when nobody was around to interrupt. Then she could decide quite independently. Isabel’s father issued invitations for a large party in honor of his daughter’s return. Of course the party was the sole topic of conversation among the girls. They still talked about Isabel’s new ways. Even the most quiet ones frowned at the new girl and were loud in lamenting the loss of their wild madcap of five months ago. The night of the party came and the girls were all in attendance. Isabel was the center of attraction. Instead of jumping like a cricket and having everybody in convulsions, as of old, she was standing among the crowd and relating in a most interesting way some of her experiences. At the conclusion, the girls smiled significantly at one another and separated into twos and threes. Little Nell now saw her chance and slipped into a side room. As Isabel passed the open door Nell called her. “Do you want me Nellie?” “Yes, Bell dear. Just come in here for a few moments please, that is if you can be spared.” “Ah! Nell, I am not in demand so much any more; but let us sit down here near the window where the cool breeze may fan us.” Isabel sat down and Nell crouched on .a footstool at her feet. Nell knew 104 now by Isabel’s words that she had heard some remarks carelessly dropped by the other girls. “Nell, little Nell, tell me do you think I have changed any?” “Oh! dear that is just why I asked you to come in here; so listen patiently Isabel, and I will tell you truthfully my opinion.” “I do think you have changed. Changed a great deal dear.” A smothered sob from Isabel caused Nell to rise and throw her arms around Isabel’s neck as she continued. “You must see how you have changed. You are at heart the same old girl. You look just the same to me, but really Bell you have changed wonderfully. You are nobler, wiser and more lovable than ever. The girls all speak rashly and without a thought of wounding you.” Isabel rose and placing her hands on Nell’s shoulders she gazed longingly into Nell’s eyes. The moonlight fell full on the sincere upturned face of the younger girl. Isabel realized for the first time how much she depended on this girl’s answer to a question which she was about to ask her. “Nell do you like me as I am now or as my old self?” “Isabel 1 loved the old self, but I can say sincerely that I am ready to worship and idolize the new girl.” All the things which Isabel had heard said about her by the other girls counted for naught now. A new joy sprang up in her bosom. There was nothing more to be said at this time, so the two girls locked arms and went to seek the crowd of merry makers. Isabel’s father watched her throughout the evening and with an “I thought so nod” he relieved his conscience by repeating for his own benefit, “I knew it was for the best for her to go away. I never remember of having seen my girl so serenely happy as she is tonight.” So it was that Isabel continued to improve, happy in the knowledge that she was loved and appreciated by staunch little Nell, happy also because she was pleasing her father and lastly happy for knowing in her own soul that she was still “only a girl.” FLORENCE FELLER, 1911. There was a girl in our class, Who though herself quite bright, She sought, this lass, The term to pass. With zero’s none her fame to blight. 105 Clje (great anti lip We don’t need to worry or sigh or fret. About the pennant which we cannot get. For many more in the distance yet lie For us to take in The Great By and By. We’ll show the teams just what is in us, And meet them all without any fuss. For victories yet we never will try; We’ll leave them alone for The Great By and By. We’ll take East, South and Old Central Hi And throw them aside as easy as pie. We’ll beat them so bad that none dare us defy. That’s what we’ll do in The Great By and By. And when Lincoln and Glenville both come to the test, We’ll pitch them aside along with the rest; When West against us her power does try; We’ll show 'em what we’re made of in The Great By and By. In Basketball, Baseball or any old game, We'll vanquish the other, we’ll make ’em look tame. Apast all the Senate teams then we will fly, When we put on our spurs in The Great By and By. ARTHUR THACKER, ’12. 3 ©Homan’s ©Hap SHORTLY after the pay-as-you-enter cars were installed I was witness to an amusing incident, having been fortunate enough to secure a seat which commanded a good view of the rear platform. The car stopped and a stout, fidgety lady, heavily laden with two well-filled marekt baskets, comes panting in. Apparently it is her first time in a pay-enter for she casts a half-curious, half-suspicious glance at the apparatus and innocently walks by. She is just about to enter the car when she feels a restraining hand laid on her shoulder and hears a gently, “Beg pardon, madam.” She turns about to find the conductor regarding her with a queer expression on his face. With a gracious smile, he very politely informs her 106 of the system then in use of depositing one’s fare in the box before entering the car. “Well, I declare!” ejaculates the astonished woman. She sets down her baskets and commences to search for her fare. She rummages through one basket then through the other and then through the first again, but no three cents does she find. She is by no means abashed or ready to give up the search, but goes through each of her coat pockets very carefully. Here she is equally unsuccessful. She rummages through each of her baskets again and this time her efforts are rewarded with a handkerchief; a small crumbled handkerchief with a tight knot tied in one corner which evidently contains the cherished three cents. She shoots a triumphant glance at the conductor and declares, There! I knew I had those three cents somewheres.” The conductor says nothing but makes a mental note of the fact that it is just ten minutes since she entered the car. Just at this point a young lady boards the car, and drops her fare in the box without a minute’s delay. Without any visible effect on the young lady, the old woman stares at her in blank amazement, then resumes her task, and after many vain endeavors finally succeeds in untying the knot and hands the conductor her money. Meanwhile she is utterly unconscious how fast the minutes have been slipping by and asks the conductor to let her off at- such a place. “But, my dear Madam,” expostulates the conductor, and he proceeds to tell her that they have just passed that street. The woman is surprised and provoked and mutters a few unintelligible sentences about “foolishness” and “abusing us poor women.” While waiting for the car to stop she unluckily glances up and notices the bystanders all seem to be affected with a mysterious tritching of the lips, and also the amused smile of the conductor, which, try as he will, he cannot succeed in concealing. She looks at him disgustedly. If a woman’s looks could scratch a man’s eyes out, he would have lost his sight on the spot. MABEL HUMMEL, ’10. Jfi (Eberpkotip ©Hoiks JBut Jfatfjer Everybody works but the Juniors, And they sit ’round and look wise. Ask them only a question. My what a look of surprise. Mother takes in washing, To keep her darling in school, Everybody works at Commerce, But the Juniors, as a rule. 107 Jfatfjer’s Cooking experiment OLIVER,” said his father, “let’s have something tasty, I’m getting pretty tired of eating bacon and eggs for breakfast and eggs and bacon for dinner, let’s have a little wider variety.” This part of the conversation took place at the end of the first week of mother’s vacation when the stock in the pantry was beginning to run low, not through any fault of mother’s, for she had left the pantry well stocked. There had been a generous supply of mince pies and pumpkin pies, a whole row of freshly baked bread, three frosted cakes, a jar of cookies, and a plate of doughnuts. These, mother had insisted upon leaving, much to the disgust of father’s dignity although not to his appetite. For father thinks himself an excellent cook and able to get on by himself. But even mother’s supply gradually disappeared, owing to the regular ravages of father, his two healthy sons and an over voracious hired man. “I’m going to show mother that I can cook just as well as she! most of the hotel cooks are men, so of course men know more about cooking than women.” “That’s what I say,” answered Oliver, “let’s begin right away.” Whereupon Oliver and his father organized a search through the pantry for something worthy a man’s efforts to cook. They were rewarded at length by finding a sack of rice, presumably five pounds. “Now watch me closely,” said Oliver’s father, “so that some day you will be able to cook a good meal of rice. I remember when I was a boy I watched my mother cook it and so that is why I know how to do it.” Father emptied the rice into a dish, poured plenty of water over it and soon had it boiling. In his enthusiasm he said to Oliver. “I believe I’ll roast some chickens tomorrow; we’ll have royal fare until mother comes back.” Soon father’s face had a troubled look. “This isn’t the way the rice that mother used to cook acted. I don’t believe it’s any good.” Father’s rice seemed to have miraculously increased and kept on increasing, so fast that father had to empty some of it into another dish but they both overflowed so rapidly that father was kept busy using both hands to empty the rice into new dishes which Oliver brought to him. At last, becoming angry with the rice, he sent Oliver for a larger dish and while he was searching, he heard father in his desperation yell, “For goodness’ sake bring me a dishpan, a tub, or a wash boiler, the stuff’s running all over the stove.” ELSIE MEAD, 1911. ios Clje Srribal NEVER in the history of the High School of Commerce had there been so much hustle and chatter as there was on this particular morning, Friday, Feb. 4, 1910. Mr. Skygack from Mars sauntered lazily down the street with his head buried in his note-book. He chanced to look up, and his eager eyes caught sight of the throng of people entering this one house. His curiosity at once mastered him. He would find out the particulars of this “new-old” building. He stopped before the edifice and wrote the following in his note book: “Saw parade of girls and boys evidently meeting to celebrate some great event. They entered a large building from a queer looking house situated on long iron bars in middle of highway. Evidently this house is abiding place of all these earth beings, old and dilapidated is the exterior, but the inner portion appeareth new.” This last statement he made in regard to the large building which the many young people were entering. Shutting his book, he entered the building under the arm of the last person who was just entering the door. When the door closed a great noise, as of the roaring “Martian Geckrym,” “wind of the six directions,” fell on his ear. He thought that here would be a chance to use his detective abilities. He was sure that by finding the source of the noise he would also find the reason , for the “parade.” Two girls came hurriedly forward greeting a third just entering with, “They have come Marie, they have come!” “What has come, girls?” questioned the last arrival and upon hearing her question they clasped her by the arm and whisked her off to show her in reality the answer to her question. Our curious visitor from Mars stood with open note book in hand, his eager face buried in his book ready to jot down the answer to Marie’s question. Hearing no sound he looked up and to his astonishment found himself alone. Unabashed he made this note: “Two eager looking earth-beings announce the arrival of some mysterious object to a third party and evidently this new arrival is the cause of a great earth distubancc.” Suddenly a bell rang and for a time the uproar subsided. Soon he heard a single stroke, then a quick double stroke of the bell. This was followed by a whirring sound of voices and people marching in all directions. Bound to gain information he fell in step behind a number of young girls and played the part of eaves-dropper to perfection. “Why Esther, I just simply cannot get my hat in such a small space, can you?” asked one of the party. “No Mabel I cannot and I think they ought to have made the space in proportion to the style of headgear,” answered Esther. “Well anyhow Esther I am glad that they are here because the boys did 109 so delight in teasing us by knocking our hats out onto the floor,” finished Mabel. The girls entered a room where other young people were already seated working at their typewriters and thus ended this conversation.. He now inserted in his note book: “The mysterious arrival is evidently responsible for the undue noise. Saw queer-looking earth-beings exercising muscles of fingers before strange boxes with these letters on ‘TYPEWRITER.’ Evidently these people are preparing their fingers for future use.” He had sauntered on while making this note and upon looking up he saw a number of young men before him carrying on an earnest conversation. He at once assumed his usual part of eavesdropper. “We are better off than the girls, because our hats will always fit into them but I pity the girls. They thought that they would be able to hide their hats, but they can’t do this with those yard wide brims.” The boys suddenly disappeared, as Earth boys have a way of doing, leaving Mr. Sky-gack again in the lurch. Soon he observed men pushing around and directing heavy blows at large queer boxes. He eyed these men in wonder, angry at himself for having been so deeply engrossed in his note-book as not to have noticed them at work before. Satisfied that now he had obtained the meaning of the noise and queer conversation, he recorded in his note-book the following: “Queer looking earth beings striking with great force at odd-shaped boxes. These evidently are models for millinery as they were referred to as a place for headgear. Evidently these boxes arc new arrivals, and this building is a place where both males and females are taught to use these models for millinery. Young people working at queer shaped boxes were learning to exercise their fingers so as to be able to use the needles required of them in using these models. GERTRUDE COLBERG, 1911. 9 Sunset on ILafef Cric ON the banks of old Lake Erie, I sat one evening, idly gazing at the sun, in its downward journey in the west. Fanned by a cool breeze, from the lake, and seated on nature’s soft velvet carpet, I felt that life could never be sweeter, or more filled with content. Here and there, beautiful sail boats, with reefed sail and flying streamers, glided lazily by. Sometimes, a soft peal of childish laughter rose and floated in the air, mingling harmoniously with the rippling of the waves, and soft sighing of the breeze. The big fiery disc seemed to be slipping downward 110 through the wide expanse of sky, until its edge rested on the cool waters of the lake. Slowly, brought out in bold relief against the flaming ball, a ship steamed into view. The sharp contrast of the black hull against the flaming background, brought out every minute detail of the boat, and made it appear in truth “a painted ship on a painted ocean.” The sun now showed but a tiny edge of light above the slowly darkening waters. It occurred to me. such is the course of our lives. In the early morn, weak, but holding promise of power, life gradually ascends to its zenith. Splendid in its strength and widespread influence, yet holding within it a kernel of decay. Slowly sinking at last, life too passes into an unknown realm. Fortunately too, life’s cessation holds a promise of new life in the beginning of a new and glorious dawn. WILFRED BURNS, ’12. honoring JL)is Crust DISMISSED! The thought made Frank feel as though his heart was in his throat. Frank Gird was a graduate of the High School of Commerce. The Gird family was poor and needed Frank’s help very much. The family had been deprived of many little necessities so that Frank might obtain a good commercial education. He had made the best of the opportunity and when he graduated he obtained a position during the busy season as a junior clerk with a large wholesale house. The house kept a full force of clerks during the rush season but felt obliged to dismiss some after that season was over. Frank being one of the latest arrivals was among the doomed clerks. Little did he know that he would be dismissed. When the warm days came with the dull season, he was called to the manager’s office and informed that his services were no longer needed. Frank went back to his desk with a downcast face and gave himself up for lost. He was to finish the week in the company’s employ and receive his last pay envelope the next Saturday. Frank tried to forget about it and went to work with a will. Mr. Davis, the manager, looked in from his private office and watched the clerks at work. A smile lighted his face when he saw Frank hard at work as though he was at piece-work. The boy was the most industrious clerk in the office. That night at five o’clock the clerks in the office left their tasks for the day, leaving the unfinished work on their desks. But Frank kept on, typewriting some proofs that had come in at the last mail. Sometimes he was tempted to leave his work on the desk unfinished and go home, but he would 111 not go, for he knew that he was paid for finishing the work that was assigned to him; and he stayed several times that week regardless of the hour. On Friday night, after office hours, Frank was busy at work when he was startled to hear some one speak behind him. He turned and beheld his employer standing there smiling peculiarly. •‘What are you doing here so late, Mr. Gird?” “I’m copying these proofs, sir; they came in at the last mail and must be copied today.” Mr. Davis said nothing and went back to his office still smiling. The next day Frank had just begun to make his last weekly statement at ten o’clock, when he was surprised to see the office boy. He came to say that Frank was wanted in the manager’s office. Frank’s heart beat with the hope that he might be asked to stay. Frank walked into the office and stood at the manager’s desk. ‘‘Mr. Gird.” his employer began, “we have decided to keep you in our employ, for we cannot afford to lose a clerk who so honors his trust. You may report next Monday morning as usual, and from now on your salary shall be increased ten percent. FERDINAND MEIER, 1911. (Cornin’ Cfjru’ tfje ftpe If a body meet a body, On the way to school, If a body kiss a body, Is it against the rule? Ev’ry freshman has his freshie, So I thought had I, Till one day we met on the way, A teacher of Commerce Hi. If a body scold a body, When they get to school, If a body send a body, To the principool. Tho’ he’s nice, he’s not so easy, And to the freshmen said— ‘‘Wait my sonny until a Senior, And then you may be led.” 112 a Sleeper Oh I wish I were a poet, For then these lines I'd rhyme; But it seems I can’t get started, Though I’ve tried the hundredth time. This is what I wish to tell you, For it served to make us gay, When at old tricks in Room Twenty, A young freshman lost the day. May be that he to study tried, But alas, began to dream; Thought he was great Caruso, Raised on high a tenor scream. If a bomb had there exploded, ’Twould have caused much less surprise; You can’t wonder that Room Twenty, Looked around with startled eyes. In the fourth row he was sitting. But he did not sit there long; He was sent to Mr. Weimer, Ne’er will he repeat his song. MORAL. Early to bed and early to rise, Will keep Freshmen wakeful, That they cause no surprise. BERTHA MUNZ, 1911. How dear to my heart is the school I attended When fond recollections present it to view; We’re glad, to be sure, when the long day is ended, But also we’re glad when the day starts anew. To every one the gymnasium is pleasure, And English is greater, we all do declare; In Algebra most of us just sit and measure The time as slowly it passes through air. GOLDIE THOW, ’13. 113 ®f)e Slarm IT was a sultry day in June, and as I sat beneath the spreading branches of an Elm tree, my thoughts seemed to wander, far off among the hills in the distance. The monotonous hum of the bees among the flowers and the chirp of the birds in the trees seemed to have a mystic hold on my mind. Suddenly, I was aroused by the barking of a dog, and turning in the direction from which it came, I beheld my pet dog, Rover, running about madly pawing the ground and uttering wild snorts as though frightened at some object or being. Curiosity led me through a nearby field to the spot from which the barking issued. As soon as I appeared on the scene the dog rushed madly for me then back to the schoolhouse, for it was a burning schoolhouse which caused the frightened dog to spread the alarm. A wild shriek rent the air and, looking up, I beheld the face of my little sister enveloped in a sheet of flames. The school had been dismissed but my sister, who had been sent to the cloak-room for some trivial offense, was unknowingly left in the building by the teacher. The alarm was soon spread and my sister rescued from a terrible death. The faithful dog, who had accompanied her to school, failing to see her pass out, waited, and was the means of saving her life. ALICE O’BRIEN, ’13. 114 5 £ 33211 lAkll£3Hl One leg of a chair on which a Senior boy is sitting gets into a hole in the floor in the chemistry laboratory. Mr. Harsh— Please don’t go through the holes in the floor. Nothing is supposed to go down there except waste water and foul gases.” J Teacher— What must a community do when there is no trade in that vicinity?” Pupil— Go where there is trade.” Teacher— Then if there is no paradise here, we would have to go where there is paradise.” Student— I don’t see where you get this inventory.” Mr. Craig— Well, well, just look in your pretty picture book.” Botany teacher to pupil— Explain the banana tree.” Pupil— The same bananas never grow on the tree twice.” Mr. Harsh— What is needed with soda to make soda biscuits?” Nichols and Bowman— Sour milk.” Mr. Gehring to a certain individual— Come hurry where you are going, quickly.” Mr. Harsh, talking of aluminum— Now, you see this piece of aluminum is very light; if I had a piece of iron the same weight as this it would be very much heavier.” Karlovec— What is a perpetual motion machine?” Downing—“A perpetual motion machine is a woman. Start her talking once and she never knows when to stop.” Mr. Harrison— Some people have the nervous habit of placing a pencil in the end of their mouth.” J Krauss says— People who live in glass houses are worth two in the bush.” 116 Mr. Griffith, having been to the Hippodrome to hear Mme. Tetrazzini sing, was describing in the class the stage setting, and also the gown of the singer, from an artistic point of view—“You know, Class, Mme. Tetrazzini paints herself—I mean, I mean,—er—well—that is—she herself paints.” Mr. Harsh—“This aluminum weights .172 feet per pound.” Miss Pittis—“What is one of the by-products of the slaughter house? H. McAlpine—“Christian Science butter” (oleomargarine). J Miss Pittis—“Boys, our guest is Mr. Campbell, of Chicago.” Mr. Campbell—“Pleased to meet you.” Miss Pittis—“Mr. Campbell may be in the meat (meet) business.” Mr. Hoover—“What is said about the boy and his clothing, Ethel?” Ethel Whipp—'“I don’t remember about the boy and his clothing, but I do remember about the peanuts and lemonade.” According to mythology Io died of love, but chemists say Iodide of Potassium. J Pupil—“May I have an alumni tube?” Teacher—“What kind of a tube?” Pupil—“Oh, one that is graduated.” Miss Palmer, trying to play cornet—“Do you make those high notes with a different sound in your mouth or do you have to make faces to do it?” Martin giving a definition of “vestige”—“Vestige means remains. We put his vestige in the grave.” Krauss—“Give me a Payne.” Conductor—“Any particular place you’ll have it?” Nichols—“Anapest is a city in Hungary.” 117 Mr. Gehring—“How much did they charge you for your German book?” Class—“Fifty cents. G. L.—“No; mine cost half a dollar. A girl getting on a Wade Park car said to another girl—“Hello, dear. Buzek to Madigan—“Did she say that to me? In English—“What is a line of three feet?” Pupil—“A yard. Mr. Harsh to chemistry class—“If necessary I can have this class in here after school and give them lessons on ‘Iiow to behave in the presence of water faucets.’ ” Mr. Harsh—“On account of its great affinity for water, caustic soda will, when brought into contact with the hands, convert them to soap. J Mr. Harsh—“Ammonium Hydroxide and Aluminum salts form what? Krauss—“Jell-o. J- When the Kormaw Society entertained the Senior boys—Ethel Whipp singing, “Do Not Leave Me, Do Not Leave Me. In the meantime two workmen going for the door as fast as possible. Herbert in penmanship—“Will you please make a ‘u.’ Mr. Creig—“Yes, two ‘IV make you. Mr. Ditmer—“What are you looking for, Philip?” Philip— Nothing. Mr. Ditmer—“Well stop it. J “How many senses are there? “Six. “Why I only have five. “I know it but the other is common sense.” 118 “Hey, Jack, what is that awful bump on your head?” Jack—“It was a stormy night and I ran into a Saturday Evening Post.” Mr. Hoover in Civics—“Next Monday we will proceed to take up the streets.” Fritz J. (in a whisper)—“They are already up.” Madigan—“It is pretty cold this morning, isn’t it?” Krauss—“I don’t know, I didn’t look at the thermometer.” v Lustig, who has succeeded in getting a position in a moving picture show—“Ths will be the sort of a sign you will want, sir.” Manager—“What is it?” Lustig—“Babies in arms are not admitted unless accompanied by an older person.” Mr. Gehring to Margaret A. who has been translating German—“You dast take some more.” A teacher asked a student for the four forms of composition. He received the reply, “Narration, synonyms, antonyms and specific.” Mr. Hoover—“A minor can’t vote.” E. Whipp—“I don’t sec why a miner can’t vote.” J Mr. Harsh—“The animals that live underground die sometimes.” A flat once said in algebra—“In speaking of the fraction a-b, I mean “a” is the upstairs of the fraction.” Sylvia Kirian translating in German—“And his eyes flew from one person to another.” Mr. Hoover in Civics—“I will assign no lesson over Thanksgiving. Madigan—“That will be something to give thanks for.” .119 Mr. Harsh in Chemistry—“Molecules are round like oranges.” Joslin—“Are they yellow.” Mr. Marsh—“No but some are quite green.” Miss Amidon— Flora, change the following simile to a metaphor, ‘The man runs like a deer ” Flora—“The man is a deer.” (dear) Mr. Hoover—“Then take the ayes and noes.” (eyes and nose) Son—“What is a football coach?” Father—“An ambulance, my son.” J Mr. Harsh—“The papers say that some doctors have been experimenting on babies. The Society of Cruelty to Animals has taken it up.” One first year girl said that Mrs. Perrybingle dropped her head, then wondered why the pupils laughed. u Mr. Curry in typewriting class—“Pardon me just a moment but I can’t help recalling an incident which happened in Fremont, Nebraska.” J Seniors like Implied Arts. Also some scholars are taking the Epidemic Course. V Mr. Heald is sure that he is not as green as he looks. v Camille Jflammanan anb tfje Jieto J eat Camille Flammarian would excavate to its very depths, the interior of the earth. By small shafts and conduits, he would conduct the earth’s internal heat to the surface. Now is the time to show your wisdom. Technical details alone are wanting. The heat is in the earth. The demand for it on the earth’s surface is great. Bring the supply and demand together and make your fortune. 120 2tt)bertiscmentg Found:—One knife, well worn, also one lead pencil. Knife has initials; pencil has marks of owner’s teeth. For Sale:—Skool Buks: Wun Inglish Buk Fer Sail, a buk ez good ez knew. Nevr ben oppenned bot onct. Goin’ out of biznes. Inkwire of oner. I. Stoppt. For Sale:—One set of Junior English books. Warranted to do all they promise. Moving to new stand. Enquire at old place or, after June First, at new location on Senior St. Phillipps Co., Ltd. Wanted:—100 men to know how to spend a week with friends in two days and three nights. Lost:—Between October, 1909, and March, 1910, a full fledged basketball team. Members of H. S. of C. are warned to be on the lookout for any trace of it. (Quotations Mr. Curry—“Now in Fremont, Nebraska.” Mr. Heald—“Do not start anything you cannot finish.” Mr. Craig—“Slide on the tips of three and four.” Mr. Harsh—“And the like of that.” Mr. Warfield—“The vassity team, see.” Mr. Harrison—“Great guns.” Miss Pittis—“Will you please hand me two bowls of that soup? Miss Bandeen—“My girls.” Mr. Gehring—“Vass iss loase?” Mr. Zechar—“Well boys.” Miss Amidon—“Now boys and girls.” Mr. Griffith—“Gracious me.” Mr. Gordon—“Eighteen from a quarter.” Mr. Ditmer—“I will get on your anatomy.” Mr. McMyler—“My lip is out of order.” Mr. Mandeville— Do, do, now everybody.” 121 Jfrestjmen Eljpmes; v 3Bo-$eep Little Bo-Peep forgets to keep His books in the place assigned them. He hunts high and low, but forgets to go To the place where he can find them. JfreStjie iBoy “Freshman, Freshman, where have you been?” “O, I’ve been to ‘Commerce’ because I’m green!” “Freshie man, Freshie man, what do you there?” “O, I study hard and learn to live square.” ®fje Jfresfjman in tfte alltoap Freshman Galloway stood in the hallway, Making a picture of men. He drew figures black, but when caught, alack! Said, “I’ll not do it again.” Nibble Hi-diddlc, diddle! a Freshman and fiddle! English grew trying too soon. While it made the Sophs laugh To see Freshmen at work On their English themes, morning and noon. Ss ong of Jfrestfjmen Sing a song of Freshmen, with pocket full of toys! Five and thirty Freshmen making lots of noise! When the bell is sounded, Freshmen, how they push! Dainty little Freshmen, but a mighty rush! 122 Satirical Ranking EuleS HE following rules, used in the American National Bank, Chicago, are recommended to the attention of those who do business at all banks. They will be the means of saving a great deal of time and annoyance—by not following them: If you have any business with a bank, put it off until two o'clock, or, if it is possible, a little later, as it looks more business-like to rush in just as the bank is closing. In depositing money, try to get it upside down and wrong end foremost, so that the teller may have a little exercise in straightening it up before counting it. It is best not to take your bank book with you, but call at another time to have it entered. You can thus make two trips to the bank where one would answer. If a check is made payable to your order, be careful not to indorse it before handing it to the teller, but let him return it to wait while you indorse it; this helps to pass the time, and is a pleasure and relief to the teller. You can generally save time when making a deposit by counting your money down to the teller, as you can nearly always count more speedily and correctly than he can. When you make a deposit do not use a deposit ticket, but mix matters exceedingly. If you make a deposit of one hundred dollars, and give a check for fifty dollars, it is a good thing to call frequently at the bank and ask how your account stands, as it impresses the officers favorably with your business qualifications. Never keep any record when your notes fall due, and then if they are protested censure the bank for not giving you notice. Always date your checks ahead, it is a never-failing sign that you keep a good balance in bank, or if you do not wish it generally known that you are doing a good business, do not deposit your money until about the time you expect your check will be in. A strict observance of the foregoing rules will make your accounts desirable for any bank, and will make you a general favorite with all the bank officers. PEARL MORRIS, ’10. €d)ocs Jfroin rfjc JBajaar “It was a howling success!” Mr. Gehring. Bamum’s circus would be a Sunday-school picnic in comparison. 123 humorous (Questions for Qebate Resolved—“That a hypocrite is more beneficial to the interests of ossified humanity than a beastly liar.” Resolved—“That woman suffrage is inherently natural; antecendently unreasonable; bcnificently inhuman.” Resolved—“That certain Irishmen in the Senior Class should be prohibited, restricted, and otherwise restrained from using the phrase, ‘Believe me’ in certain mysterious conversations with unknown individuals known collectively as young ladies.” Resolved—“That if a mixture of Manganese Chlorate, Potassium Sulphide, Zinconium Hydroxide, Rhodium Monoxide, and Praseodmium Carbonate is treated with a concentrated mixture of Silicic, Fluoric and Hypo-Sulphuric Acids, the resulting products will blow up the Williamson Building.” Resolved—“That a mysterious trio of young men assisted by a gentleman in white hair, and a handsome young individual attired in brown, looking like a cowboy, were reasonably justified in braving the fierce cold breath of Boreas and then stupefying, appalling and alarming the judges to such an extent that they awarded a verdict in favor of the mysterious trio already mentioned.” HAROLD NICHOLS, 1910. ■M Cfjougfjts of a Jfrcsfjman “When first I entered Commerce hall, And this, remember, happened in fall, My little heart was glad. Oh, now I’ll have some fun, I thought. Who cares what studies here are taught. These books all make me sad. “Then through the halls I joyfully went, From one room to another sent To see my teachers true. But all I saw was paint and lumber, Some carpenters; here and there a plumber, But finished rooms were few. 124 “Still we were promised day by day That all the things were on their way And they were coming soon. But thus I traveled day to day, And on account of this delay, They sent us home at noon.” So after fun this freshie went, And all his energies were bent To gain the end desired. He certainly had lots of fun, And scores of zeros soon had won, For studying made him tired. Report cards to his pa were sent, But on his way the freshman went And did not seem to care. He funnier grew from day to day, And was the gayest of the gay, And sometimes even gayer. His retribution came at last, In June when all the others passed. And freshie stayed behind. He wished then that he’d studied more. He spent the summer feeling sore. Like others of his kind. And now to freshmen he will say, “Oh, don’t get funny, don’t get gay, And then grieve for past sins.” He never more will careless be. And as for having fun—not he, For only Hard Work wins. VALERIA SCHACHA, ’10. Julius Smith (describing people)—They begin to die and get gray. Teacher—Which first? J. S. (arousing himself)—O! I was thinking of trees! Some people get gray first, then dye. 126 Z )t Snterpreter 1AM now fifty years of age, live in Cleveland and am a retired business man, but as I sit before the fire at night I cannot help recalling my boyhood days. I was bom in Shreve, Ohio, spent my early days there and knew all the people for ten miles around. I especially recall one funny incident when I was about ten years of age. I was sitting on the fence near the road eating a large piece of bread covered with jam, when Farmer Jones came along. He was an old friend of the family and whenever he drove by he would ask me to come with him. He was so very deaf as to be obliged to have some one to do the hearing for him. He visited our home so often and I rode with him so much that he understood everything I said by the movement of my lips. One day while driving with him we came to a farmer who was working in his garden. Farmer Jones yelled at the top of his voice (he never spoke quietly). “Have you any chickens to sell?” The farmer replied, “I never owned chickens.” But in order to derive some fun out of it I told Jones that the farmer had chickens. The following conversation then ensued: Jones—“How many chickens have you?” Farmer— I told you I have none.” Interpreter—“One hundred.” Jones—“What do you sell them for?” Farmer—“I am not selling chickens.” Interpreter—“Ten cents a pound.” Jones—“That’s too high. I can get them at John Davis’ for eight cents a pound. Interpreter—“He says he wouldn’t sell them to you.” Farmer—“Well, why don’t you go there? Jones—See here, sir, I want you to understand my credit is good the country around. Why man alive I’ve got ten thousand dollars in the bank.” Interpreter—“He says, ‘You wouldn’t pay for them any how.’ ” Jones—“I want you to know I am an honest man.” Farmer--“When did that man get out of the asylum?” Interpreter—“He says, ‘I know who you are and you can’t fool me. You look like a bunco man.’ ” Jones (driving off very angry)—“I think you are a crazy old fool and I bet you never owned a chicken in your life.” Jones was so very angry that he did not say a word to me the entire way but kept mumbling to himself. When we arrived at my home he saw my father and recited the entire conversation to him. It was impossible for me to stifle my laughter so I 126 walked away, and after Jones left I told father what I had done. Although he was angry, it amused him very much and Jones was never the wiser for the trick played upon him. Whenever I think of that ride, although it was forty years ago, I recall what a funny position old Farmer Jones was in. STELLA BECK, 1910. V Wt)c Jfreslmian There sits a young Freshman with paper and pen, Both talking and writing as fast as he can. No one in the school room has more to say Of the various things that have happened that day. The lesson’s no sooner assigned to the class, Than up comes his hand, and the teacher he’ll ask, “Please, teacher, the lesson I did not quite hear, I was thinking of what things might happen next year.” The teacher will answer, “Page one and page two, When you are a Sophomore you’ll watch what we do.” At all the long questions he’ll scornfully look, Then find the short answer in his Algebra Book. And many a noon he has joyously passed, In telling the things he would do at the last. “Good games of clean football I surely shall play, You’ll find me a hero in brave deeds some day.” The time was approaching, the end of the year, The “exams” were fast coming, his one greatest fear. In his hand was forced something—he found it a note, One which a wise Junior in kindliness wrote. “O Freshman, raw Freshman, d’you know where you’re at? I hate to see people so full of their chat. ’Tis those who say little that do their work best, As you will soon learn when you come to the test.” JOSEPH BERNSTEIN, 1911. 127 ssxmgs tHp to-Bate Put on your old grey bonnet...............................Pearl Morris. There’s music in the air...............................Mildred Boltey. Not because your hair is curly.........................Harold Romanis. Dreaming..................................................Bessie Martin. My Irene is the village queen..........................Walter Madigan. Last rose of summer.....................................Laura Hawkins. I was just supposing.................................... Eva Huberty. Has anybody here seen Kelly.......................................Joseph Martin. There’s nobody just like you.............................Herbert Sinek. Nobody’s little girl...............................Florence Holloway. It’s a way they have in Chicago...........................Esther Foley. Where is my boy tonight....................................Julia Creer. Life’s a funny proposition..............................Anton Karlovec. One word from you......................................Valeria Schacha. Poor John.................................................John Hasey. Still as the night.........................................Julia Zaynz. Bright Eyes........................................Bessie Hafemeister. I’se a longing in my heart for you, Louise.............Louise Housego. By the light of the silvery moon.......................Clyde Downing. My Meerschaum Pipe...................................James Cosgriff. Mamma’s boy....................................,........Fred Johnson. Wait....................................................Mabel Hummell. In the Garden of Dreams............................................Edwin Krauss. Gee, I wish I had a girl.........................................Raymond Joslin. If I only had a sweetheart..........................................Edmo Combs. Blue Eyes..............................................Anna Goldberg. Every little bit helps...............................Richard De Forest. The Billiken Man..........................................Arthur Buzek Answers...................................................Stella Beck. Volunteer Organist.................................................Ethel Whipp. Who is Sylvia.....................................................Sylvia Kirian. Sympathy...................................................Clara Viets. Fiddle and I........................................... Laddie Lustig. Down on the farm....................................................Carl Thumm. He was a prince........................................Leonard Hadde. Longing for someone to love me..............................Emma Emde. Irish Molly........................................... Blanche Caldwell. Red Head.............................................................Ora Lampus. When your golden head has turned to silver grey.........Pearl Maxwell. Put on the soft, soft pedal............................Harold Nichols. NELLIE KING, 1910. 128 €ucliti abenut after ZDarb; or (KLIljP 0irls s®tap $ome This great drama written and produced by Walter B. Madigan. v CAST OF CHARACTERS Charlotte, the pretty heroine................ Pat, in love with Charlotte.................. Slivers, the detective....................... Bud, the athlete............................. Ad. Vert. Ise, looking for ads...•........... Buzz, representing a saw mill................ The Mysteries j The Cowboy................................... The stenographer............................. K. Urses, the villain........................ Dog, belonging to Charlotte.................. Act I. 5 and 10 cent store. Presented by Edmund Kirby. Act II. The American Embassy in Foo Chow, China. SPECIALTIES BETWEEN ACTS. Act 1. Pall Mall Sextette—Julia Creer, Bessie Hafcmeister, Laura Hawkins, Edmo Combs, Nellie King and Emma Emde. Act 2. A tongue lashing by Ethel Whipp. STAFF. Stage Manager.......................... Musical Director ...................... Wardrobe Mistress...................... Scene Shifters I....................... The audience is requested not to hiss until the play is over. Ran three hundred nights on the Bridge Avenue Roof Garden. ...Herbert Sinek. ......L. Lustig. .Mabel Hummell. . . Clyde Downing. .. .James Cosgriff. Raymond Joslin. . Joseph Martin. .Mildred Boltey. ..Fred Johnson. Arthur J. Buzek. . . Edwin Krauss. .Harold Nichols. .. .Carl Thumm. Leonard Hadde. ---Ora Lampus. .Anton Karlovcc. .. . R. De Forest. $3ress iJotices Positively the most uplifting drama of the age.—Town Sloppies. It will make you glad you are alive if you live through it.—The Cleveland Dues. Madigan will be the playwright of the day if allowed to live.—The Akron Caress. WALTER MADIGAN, 1910. 129 limericks THERE was a young man named Buzek, Who was terribly fond of good music, To see him dance You’d fall in a trance, Or laugh until it made you sick. There is a young lady named Beck, Of studying she does not a speck, But near the exams, Her studies she crams. Until she’s pronounced quite a wreck. Then there is our President Kirby, Whose head is too big for a derby, In shorthand he is fine, In English divine, Although his discourse is too verby. There are the Pearls of great price, Whose lessons arc learned in a trice, Where you see the red hair, The other is there, And every one thinks they are so nice. There’s Emma and Louise, the great chums, Who together work out all their sums, They arc always together In all kinds of weather, Inseparable, like as two bums. There’s that Miss Julia Mae Creer, And isn’t that terribly queer. With her at the head, There nothing is dead, And all the boys think she’s a dear. There’s Madigan who could make a good speech, But he had no desire to teach, If you give him a dime, He will speak his full time, And all the girls think he’s a peach. 130 There’s Cosgriff and Sinek and Hadde, And Downing and Nichols and Laddie, They are all a good bunch, And can stand a good lunch, And for money they go to their daddy. There’s Goldberg and Lampus and Caldwell, Now don’t you think those sound well, They all help each other, And think it no bother, By their teachers their lessons are called swell. There’s Johnson and Karlovec and Martin, And Krauss and De Forest, the smart ’un, Their ambitions are high, They’ll come bye and bye, And that’s all we can say about ’um. Wherever of girls there’s a lot. There Joslin you’ll see on the spot, He’s awfully funny, And hasn’t much money, But values all that he’s got. In our orchestra, Thumm plays the fiddle, Just how it sounds is a riddle. He is so quiet, He would enter no riot, If the cat played “High, Diddle, Diddle. NELLIE KING. •M Sims I am striving to be an amanuensis, Between times, I work for a photographer; But when they take names for the nineteen-ten census I shall be labeled plain “stenographer.” Lost:—A pocket-book containing bills. Finder, please return the pocket-book, but pay the bills. 131 9 Jfamiliar sfecene With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe. Once upon a morning dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a hard and irksome lesson, lessons by the score, While I studied in Room Twenty on my lessons Oh so plenty. Suddenly there came a pounding, pounding on the school room door. This it was and nothing more. Open now were flung the portals. Gracious me! the nerve of mortals, In there came some dirty workmen, two, three, four, and then some more, Not the least obeisance made they, not a minute stopped or stayed they, But with an air of privileged persons who had been there oft before Go about the room so noisy, pounding, pounding, more and more. This it was and nothing more. Pounding there forevermore. Ah how well I do remember, it was in the drear November, And I longed for a condemner, with these workmen to make war. But the noise remained unbroken, and the teacher gave no token. And the only word there spoken, were the words of “O you bore.” “Teacher,” said I, “man of wisdom, will this pounding ne’er be o’er?” Quoth the teacher, “Nevermore.” MABEL HUMMELL, 1910. Son’ts Jfor tfje 3fumorg 1. Don’t be discouraged;—the worst is yet to come. (Next year.) 2. Don’t gather a collection of blotters at Mr. Curry’s expense. 3. Don’t chew gum in the presence of Seniors. 4. Don’t keep your seats in the street cars if any Senior is standing:— its bad form. 5. Never make a poor recitation:—wait until you are Seniors. 6. Don’t start anything you can’t finish. (Mr. Heald’s motto.) 7. Boys, don’t learn to dance till two weeks before the Senior formal. (See boys of 1910 for reference.) 8. Don’t abuse your typewriters; they have feelings as well as your- selves, and are apt to get broke. (Like yourselves.) 9. Don’t use slang as it has been copyrighted by the Seniors. 10. Don’t laugh till you are laughed at. (By the Seniors.) MILDRED BOLTEY, 1910. 132 ©Hfjat a Sleeper? HERE is a definition which is as difficult to read rapidly as, “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,” and is much more sensible. In fact it is an unusual statement of facts, which you will admit when you read the facts, if you will read them slowly. A sleeper is one who sleeps. A sleeper is that in which a sleeper sleeps. A sleeper is that on which the sleeper runs while the sleeper sleeps. Therefore, while the sleeper sleeps in the sle eper, the sleeper carries the sleeper over the sleeper under the sleeper until the sleeper which carries the sleeper jumps the sleeper and wakes the sleeper in the sleeper by striking the sleeper under the sleeper on the sleeper, and there is not any longer any sleeper sleeping in the sleeper on the sleeper. v THE first diction meaning for “presently” is immediately. Today, when any one calls us we say, “presently,” when we mean in a minute, soon, after while, when I get to it, pretty quick, after a little, in a second, wait a minute, pretty soon, when I get ready. Owing to this bad habit of putting off things, the dictionary has revised the meaning and now uses presently in a dilatory sense. Mother said to her little girl, “Helen you must never say, ‘When I get ready,’ but say ‘presently’ when mother calls you, because ‘presently’ doesn’t sound so saucy as ‘When I get ready.’ ” Little Helen thoughtfully replied, “Then, mother, ‘presently’ is only a polite way of saucing.” Can � ou Smajjine? Stella Beck a blonde. Edwin Krauss in love. Harold Nichols 6 feet, 2 inches. Richard De Forest bashful. Clara Vietz in school every day for a month. Bessie Hafemeister with a pug nose. Fred Johnson with black, curly hair. Mabel Hummell a suffragette. Walter Madigan as the living skeleton. Clyde Downing in school on time. Laddie Lustig playing Basket Ball. Harold Romanis managing the Naps. 133 listen to tfjc itlocfeing JStri) I’m dreaming now of Johnnie, of Johnnie, of Johnnie, I’m dreaming now of Johnnie, For the thought of him is one that never dies; He’s sleeping in the valley, in the valley, in the valley, He’s sleeping in the valley, And the orchestra is playing where he lies. Chorus. Listen to the orchestra, listen to the orchestra, The orchestra still playing o’er his grave, Listen to the orchestra, listen to the orchestra, Still playing where our Johnnie died so brave. (Day of the Fatal Exams.) •M QEfjings ©He 2Uoulb like ®o noto Why Buzek is afraid of a telephone. What Joe Martin knows about moonshine whiskey. Why Bessie Hafemeister wears green on St. Patrick's day. Joe Martin’s nationality. When will Julia Creer find her wandering boy. Where Nichols got the megaphone voice. What a front seat in Mr. Harsh’s room signifies. Why Sinek calls E. C. the “pride of his dreams.” Why somebody is always stepping on Madigan’s feet. •Jt iBooks Wit fefjoulb noto The Reign of Terror. The Man of the Hour. Comedy of Errors. Much Ado About Nothing. All’s Well That Ends Well. House of Mirth. Old Curiosity Shop. Won by Waiting. •M Exam Week. Mr. Weimer. Junior Class. Class of 1911. Senior Class. Room 16. The Halls. A Diploma. Wanted:—A bright person to invent millinery to fit the lockers of the High School of Commerce. 134 Snorts or ©do Downing:—Let me sleep, and do not wake me yet. Louise Housego and Emma Emde:—Two souls with but a single thought. Pearl Maxwell:—Her hair has rusted. Julia Z.:—Perhaps she’ll grow. Johnson:—I’m devoted to study. Ora Lampus:—A rosebud with willful little thorns. Kirby:—If I’m so great while yet a boy what will I be when a man? Mabel Hummell:—Who thinks too little and who talks too much. Romanis:—Successful in getting U’s. De Forest:—Broke the camera. Ten little freshmen marching in the line. One little freshmen with very good traits, One played hooky, then there were eight. Eight little freshmen playing with the Eleven, One got hurt and then there were seven. Seven little freshmen cutting up tricks. One. sent to the office then there were six. Six little freshmen out catching flies. One got hit, then there were five. Five little freshmen studying ancient lore. One fell asleep, then there were four. Four little freshmen agreed to disagree. One went to his home room, then there were three. Three little freshmen with nothing much to do, One left disgusted, then there were two. Two little freshmen out for a run, One took a tumble, then there was one. One little freshman with the aid of Profs, Passed examinations, thus became a Soph. NELLIE KING, 1910. Alas! Alas! a dog, a cat, a rat, But who would win the race! The dog ran after the cat, The cat ran after the rat, And all kept up the pace. 135 Jjigf) cf)ool of Commerced £en Commandments 1. Thou shalt not loiter in the halls. 2. Thou shalt not enter the study room late. 3. Thou shalt not whisper to thy neighbor. 4. Thou shalt always be good natured. 5. Thou shalt not drop a crumb on the floor while eating lunch in Room 20. 6. Thou shalt not fail to have thy name on the Honor Roll. 7. Thou shalt always be prepared to make an extemporaneous speech. 8. Thou shalt attend all lectures or other entertainments and applaud at every joke. 9. Thou shalt not put on thy coat and hat before entering Room 20 at the close of school. 10. Thou shalt always recognize the Seniors. NELLIE KING, 1910. ifljp feeing I sang a song into the air, My song, it rang out everywhere. The neighbors said, believe me or not. The neighbors said my song was rot! I sang my song to a graphophone, Which sang it back to me every tone;— Now I hear it at every turn, alack— And O how I wish I could call it back. Wanted:—A young man of good appearance to run a typewriter out of town. FINIS 136 PAGE THIRTEEN. INSTATE. RopertyT _ FOR SALE—REAL E8TATE GENERAL. 10 toonu on 2 oor . Choice Euclid Ave. Corner rooms on 3d 99-YEAR LEASE; WOOO l«t. one of the ben of Euclid v. redwood finish Comer , Juit l of Hth.it. Very d« ir bt. tor mercantile purposes. Will Jr- le M v c� nt. fi� t rentsi. hs sod la.va The Gua SAVINGS T t, «lec Real Estat LOT, $150; r-T' . - J5« An . •« 137 Snbcx to £ ur 9bbertiSerS Firm Page Bailey Co., The................................................... IV Ball Co., The Webb C................................................ IX Bartunek, Jos. W...................................................VIII Bennet Fish.................................................... Ill Bonaparte, Napoleon ................................................ XV Catholic Universe Pub. Co..........................................XIII Chemical Rubber Co., The........................................... IX Cleveland Savings Loan Co., The................................... VI Cowell Hubbard Co.. The........................................... VI Dobscha, F.......................................................... XI Dress Suit Rental Co., The........................................... X Dyke Stilwell .................................................... XV Fishel, C. B.......................................................VIII Gates Co., W. N................................................... II Gricse Bros. Co., The ............................................... V Hayden, Miller Co.................................................. Ill Hall, J. R......................................................... XII Halle Bros. Co., The................................................XIV Joseph Fciss Co., The........................................... XI Korner Wood Co., The............................................. VII Lake Erie Iron Co................................................... IX Lake Shore Saw Mill Lumber Co., The..............................VIII Lewis-Welsh Piano Co., The......................................... XII May Co., The ....................................................... II McCreary........................................................... 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BOTH PHONES We Hereby Thank the Sbbcrtiscrs for Patronage extended and hope the Returns will be to Their Satisfaction McCreary Sangster Jeweler •Pianoforte Novelties do wSedinc Sangor jBuilbing XII The Catholic Universe OUNDED July 4, 1874, by Bishop Gilmour, D. D. fl No Catholic home in Cleveland should be without the Universe. The Holy Father, the Bishops and Priests have spoken strongly on the necessity of the Catholic newspaper in the home. Does your pra ice chime in with this declaration? Should not the sheep heed the voice of the shepherds? The Universe reaches its subscribers Friday of each week. It is a 56-column family newspaper. It is alert, instructive, militant and up-to-date. The subscription price is $2.00—less than 4 cents a week. You can afford it. Then drop us a card. It is sent free to infirmaries and charitable institutions. Last month 400 new subscribers were added to our lists. 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That this school can give you entree to the most desirable offices in the city. MANY OF THE CLEVELAND HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES REGISTER WITH THIS SCHOOL INDIVIDUAL INSTRUCTION DAY OR EVENINC JOHN STOFFEL Fine Footwear 4407 Lorain Ave., Cleveland. O. Phone Central I6II R Gentlemen : Try a pair of Walkright $2.50 Shoe S. B. MOORE Millinery Furs TWO STORES Cedar and E. 55th Prospect and E. 19th XV