Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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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

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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

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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