Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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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

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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

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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