Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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®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

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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

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