Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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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

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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

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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