Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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©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

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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

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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