Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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JBescriptibe (Quotations Joseph Martin. Men marvel at my height, and are afraid. Arthur Buzek. A finished gentleman from top to toe. Laddie Lustig. I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty. Richard DeForest. I am sober as a judge. Emma Emde. Her very frowns are fairer far Then smiles of other maidens are. Sylvia Kirian. Of manners gentle, of affections mild. Valeria Schacha. Divinely tall and most divinely fair. Anna Goldberg. Hear ye not the hum of great workings? James Cosgriff. ’Twas sad by starts, by starts ’twas wild. Pearl Morris. Great plainness of speech. Ora Lampus. In every gesture dignity and love. Raymond Joslyn. My only books were woman’s looks, And folly's all they’ve taught me. Edmund Kirby. None but himself could be his equal. Edmo Combs. Or light or dark, or short or tall. She sits a spring to snare them all. Carl Thumm. But still his tongue ran on. Blanche Caldwell. Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight, too, her dusky hair. 40 (Wilkenson.) (Byron.) (Fielding.) (Coleridge.) (Pope.) (Tennyson.) (Keats.) (Collins.) (Bible.) (Milton.) (Moore.) (Theobald.) (Aldrich.) (Butler.) (Wordsworth.)

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Ethel Whipp. The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell. (Roger.) John Hasey. And care sat on his faded cheek. (Milton.) Mabel Hummel. The warmth of genial courtesy The calm of self-reliance. (Whittier.) Clyde Downing. Exhausting thoughts and hiving wisdom with each studious year. (Byron.) Esther Foley. Be sure you are right, then go ahead. (Motto.) Mildred Boltey. Wearing all that weight of learning lightly like a flower. (Tennyson.) Clara Victs. Sighed and looked unutterable things. (Tennyson.) Leonhardt Hadde. A man that’s so fond precociously of stirring must be a spoon. (Hood.) Florence Holloway. I love tranquil solitude and such society As is quiet and good. (Shelly.) Walter Madigan. Persuasion tips his tongue whenever he talks. (Cibber.) Nellie King. Let no one write my epitaph. Louise Housego. Ah, why should life all labor be? (Tennyson.) Laura Hawkins. For if she will, she will, you may depend on’t; And if she won't, she won’t; so there’s an end on’t. (Young.) Edwin Krauss. How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude. (Cowper.) Harold Romanis. “I’d know some sense, and some baseball— Some old jokes, and, and—some others.” 41