Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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I?e fecfjool of Commerce What is this large and roomy hall With clinging vines and roughened wall? Is’t here that Caesar fights his wars, And Dido mourns Aeneas she adores? Who is this learned seer? Regard him well, For much he knows and much he has to tell— Who sits within that massive wall And talks to children great and small? ’Tis Mr. Weimer, we are told to note, Who from the ancient records does not quote; He speaks of what we now can do and be, Of present wonders on the land and sea. Cheerful, but stanchly, stands he at the helm, A captain, he whom naught can overwhelm. There is a thoughtful figure at his side, Who teaches, loves us, and in all doth guide; ’Tis to Miss Amidon we go in woe, Knowing that there a friend we’ll find, no foe. Another figure at the helm does stand. Assistant, able, worthy, wise and grand: ’Tis Mr. Hoover whom we see, From whom, though should he chide, we would not flee. And near us stands a man with smiling face, Who from his brain a funny story must efface, Or else a roar of laughter loud Will greet the ears of this small crowd; For Mr. Ditmer’s kindly glance, Attracts and wins while bright eyes dance. The bell has sounded, so to the rooms they flock, For eight and half past, says yon stately clock. Then from Room Twenty listeners discern. First muffled whispers, then tones quite stern; For Mr. Gehring, who is so mercilessly grave, Says that girls who come to school and for talk crave, Must for five minutes let their books suffice, Apd sit behaving actually wise. Then to Mr. Harrison’s room we come, With trembling hand and tongue near dumb. Fear not, for see above that stem-set mouth, Gleam eyes as warm as the Sunny South. He, the hardest task does not disdain, But works away with might and main. Now, to Mr. Curry’s room we shall go, Where, hand in hand, love and work do flow. While, radiantly, that good man’s face does glow. A few of the guardians you have seen. Of this dear school, which stands serene; Yet know ye not the name, I ween, 'Tis the High School of Commerce ye have seen. IMOGENE PILCHER, '10.

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®fje Cmpprran Spring WALK up, walk up, friends, and drink from the spring of learning. High noon for the literary world as shown by our flourishing colleges and high schools all over our land! High noon too, in the commercial world, where the glorious sun of commerce stands directly over the meridian! Walk up, walk up and refresh yourselves. Here comes a crowd of noisy school children just out of Grammar School, —rosy, romping children. Don’t crowd, boys. Plenty of room. We are just planning to put in extra space, knowing that you will need it. Here you are! Take deep draughts from the supply of English and Penmanship. How thirsty they seem! See how they drink! What, my boy, making a wry face? Those are only practice sheets to make your writing facile. Don’t shy at them. You will soon glide over a page at one sitting and have no writer’s cramps either. Be careful, young man. You came for a post-graduate course and want our sweetest draughts—our extras? Here they are. But you have tripped up, in your eagerness to get at the fountain. There you go again. Dozens of people fall there every day. There goes another one, down flat too. Look sharp. Those are just common words that you arc tripping on. ‘You never could spell anyway?” Nonsense! Spelling the right way is as easy as spelling the wrong way, when once a person makes up his mind to try. There, boys and girls, step into the lunch room, and eat, talk, and be merry. No, not a crumb on the floor. “Loud talking?” Of course not. Now come farther and look into our large room where hundreds are eating, and see the freedom and order. Ah! Here comes a group of business men, sage world-workers. Walk in, gentlemen, and let us serve you. “Your wants difficult to supply?” Well I trust not; that is our business. “You want young people for office work? Your list of requirements steep?” Let me read them. “A knowledge of the mother tongue, so as to grasp at once an order, whether told or written; ability to spell aided by the dictionary habit; a clear rapid hand-writing; a fair education on general subjects. “That is not all?” No, here is a second list. “Many good mathematicians and bookkeepers are needed and some especially well trained in stenography and typewriting.” “Outlook bad,” you say, “Market low, supply less than the demand?” Hold! Not so fast. See this group. Yes, typewriters. What are they looking at?” At their manuscripts of course. Yes, they are taught the touch system; rapid work that! What? a hundred? No not this year; about half that number. Yes a four years’ course. You are right, what is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Good day. gentlemen. Thank you for the wish. “Will call again?” Yes, do. Now, boys and girls, back to the fountain of knowledge. When next the orders come, let the supply equal the demand. THE EDITORS. 57