Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1911 volume:

Class of 19 U ikfjool of Commerce Sis a trusttoortbp chronicle of tfjc becbs anb toorbs of tfje Class of Nineteen $unbreb anb Cleben tijis Annual is publisfjeb bp tfje members of tfje class, “iflap pou Ijabe as muefj pleasure in perusing it as toe fjabe bab in collefting its material” is tfje toisfj of tfje ebitors tonquer toijo cnbure” 3n appreciation of tfje invaluable belp in publishing anb making tfjis book, !fje seconb JjMgt) School of Commerce Annual, a success, toe gratefully bebicate it to fttiss Nellie [. Smibon. —ffcfje Cbitors Contents Page Cover Design by Elma Mantey....................................... Dedication.......................................................... 2 Contents—Design by Ester Weissman................................... 3 Annual Board ....................................................... 6 Design on page by Esther Weissman................................... 7 Two Years of Probation.............................................. 8 Advisory Committee ................................................ 11 Faculty............................................................ 12 Alumni............................................................. 14 Debates............................................................ 16 Design on page by Elma Mantey...................................... 17 Edandivid.......................................................... 18 Seniors (Design by Irene Putnam) .................................. 19 Senior Class....................................................... 20 Class Officers..................................................... 36 Commencement Speakers ............................................. 50 Design on page by Anna Krivetts.................................... 51 Societies (Design by Amanda Randolph).............................. 53 Kormaw Society .................................................... 54 Ecrommoc Society .................................................. 58 Music (Design by Alice Winsper) ................................... 61 Athletics (Design by Eleanor Aults)................................ 63 Foot Ball Team..................................................... 64 Foot Ball (Design by Ralph Mullen) ................................ 65 Base Ball Team..................................................... 68 Base Ball (Design by Harold Scoville) ............................. 69 4 Contents! Gymnasium Aids ......................................................... 70 Design on page by Anna Krivetts........................................ 71 Basket Ball Team........................................................ 72 Basket Ball (Design by Ralph Gilliand) ................................. 73 Athletic Association ................................................... 76 Class of 1912.......................................................... 78 Class of 1913.......................................................... 80 Design on page by Elma Mantey........................................... 82 Class of 1914.......................................................... 83 Calendar (Design by Gertrude Pleasance) ................................ 87 Literature (Design by Libby Rivkin) .................................... 91 Smiles (Design by Elma Mantey) .........................................127 Ads (Design by Paula Hammer) ...........................................137 Index to Advertisers................................................. 138 5 Annual ?8oarb George Groman........... Clara Pfister........... George Leopold......... Joseph Bernstein....... Ross Wilson............. Elsie Mead............. George Hach............ Frank Crebbin.......... Christine Eggleston (3) Thomas Murphy (3) Lionel Russon (2) Homer Twitchel (1) Miss Amidon J Mr. Heald I............ Mr. Griffiths ...................... Editor ...........Assistant Editor ...........Business Manager Assistant Business Manager ....................Solicitor ..................Art Editor .................Joke Editor .............Athletic Editor ...........Associate Editor ...........Associate Editor ...........Associate Editor ...........Associate Editor ...........Faculty Advisers Zo tfje annual Little Annual, clean and white, Many things we here indite. Yet when this new tale is told Merry school days have grown old. We have lived through years before, Often looked for something more Than the years have ever brought. Shall we find the things we sought? Little Book, you do not know, How the “stream of life does flow.” But you’ll hold, when this is done, One year's tale of work and fun. THOMAS MURPHY, 1912. 7 f e €t itors Some beautiful day in the middle of May, You’ll all find The Annual a book that will pay. Don’t think of forgetting the editors, bright, But take them in turn and, observe, in my light. There’s little George Groman, who did all the working, And “Tcughy” Frank Crebbin who liked to do shirking. And our friend Clara Pfister, the dear little mite, Who when standing by Leopold was quite out of sight. And next comes Joe Bernstein, our solicitor, jolly, And also George Hach, superintending our folly, Then Christine Eggleston, preserved the decorum, And Romanis, the Roman brought good topics for ’em. Elsie Mead oft blue-penciled the Annual art, And Murphy wrote history from finish to start. Don’t forget Lionel Russon, of the class called “Wise Fools” Who missed not a meeting and obeyed all the rules. Homer Twitchcll, the freshman or otherwise “Flat” Is last on the list but he’ll never mind that. We’ve completed our work and we hope it will last, As a gentle reminder of things that are past. ELSIE MEAD, 1911. 3TU o earfi of probation WITH the present term, the High School of Commerce completes the second year of its existence. Notwithstanding the fact that the school started in an unattractive building, inconvenient of access to the larger number of its patrons, and inadequate to care properly for its pupils, the school has not only held its own, but in spite of this handicap, has, in its two years of existence, steadily increased in numbers much beyond the capacity of the present structure. These have been two years of probation. We have been on trial. Have we justified ourselves? As a school we are answerable to the school board that authorized our establishment, to the advisory committee that assisted in our organization, and to the business community that employs our graduates. We are also responsible to the boys and girls themselves. Arc we fitting them adequately fer the life they are to lead? Do the opportunities afforded them in this school give them the right sort of preparation for the occupation they are to follow, and does this preparation tend not only to make them efficient in their chosen vocation, but does it qualify them for useful citizenship? We believe these questions can be answered in the affirmative. We are 8 more than ever convinced that “vocational education,” so called, is the constitutional right of public school children who are unable, or for any reason, unwilling, to attend college and the private professional school. The atmosphere surrounding a training school for a business man must be as significant as to the vocational aim of the school as that of the normal training school for the teacher, the technical school for the engineer, the medical school for the doctor, or the theological school for the minister. Because of sharp competition in all forms of industry and commerce, in order to compete successfully for a fair share of trade in any occupation, a high degree of skill is required. This makes special training in the schools almost imperative. Business men are coming to insist that in addition to general intelligence and general training the boys and girls who seek employment must know some things specifically about the work they are expected to perform. The day of apprenticeship is passing. While, of course, the boy just out of school cannot be expected to do expert work to begin with, yet he should be of some value to his employer at once; at least he should not be a burden because of ignorance of the fundamental principles of trade and the best methods of recording transactions. He should come to his employment with a degree of confidence in his own ability to do accurate work. The school of his preparation should be so permeated with the business atmosphere and the practices of office and store that the pupil shall experience no shock in his transition from school to office, from the simulated business of the school room to the actual business of life. In the High School of Commerce the work is so planned and the departments so correlated as to give emphasis to the supreme purpose of the school, namely business and social efficiency. The cultural and disciplinary value of a study is surely rot lessened by placing before the pupil a motive for its mastery. On the contrary the motive gives greater significance to the subject, and thereby increases the pupil’s interest and consequently induces greater effort on his part. To illustrate: A pupil studies English, why? Language, both oral and written, is a business necessity. The pupil needs, therefore, a large and varied vocabulary. It must include the names of commercial articles along a great many different lines of trade. The acquisition of these words to his vocabulary takes on a new interest entirely lacking if the thought of the future use of these terms in commercial transactions is not before the pupil’s mind. For instance he now has in mind a possible dictation from his employer in which these terms shall be rapidly told eff in commercial correspondence, and he must make no mistake. He dare not interrupt, and he must know not only how to spell, but he must know the meaning of terms employed. He must also know how to punctuate and to paragraph. Clearness, conciseness, and forcefulness of style are daily impressed as among the cardinal virtues of business correspondence. Again he is made to understand that oral expression is, if possible, of greater importance in business negotiation than the written message. Hence his 9 interest in oral discourse and debate is aroused. He secs a new meaning in his English exercises. It is now not simply the will of his teacher that he should prepare his lessons in English. He is no longer studying his lessons to satisfy his teacher and to make a passing grade. He is working for himself. He is personally interested and wants to know for himself. The same is true in mathematics, science, etc., subjects apparently only remotely related to his expected occupation; they now take on a new meaning. He sees that all these subjects are vitally related to the affairs of life and human activity. Mathematics, including arithmetic, algebra, and geometry, is presented so as to show the relation of these subjects to each other and to give the pupil knowledge of the equation, drill in demonstration, and skill in the manipulation of number, especially the latter, to the end that the pupil may have ready control of numbers in computation. So with science. Chemistry and physics are made to give up their fundamental laws whereby the student is enabled to test the purity of articles of commerce, to detect adulterations, and to determine the quality of goods offered for sale. Modern languages are studied not primarily for their literature but rather for the sake of acquiring the ability to converse, and to carry on correspondence in business negotaticn. Art is studied “not so much to give proficiency in the arts and crafts as to give a discriminating taste and judgment.” In this department the pupil is taught, among other things, how best to display goods, cleverness in advertising, how to attract and retain trade. The pupil is encouraged to self expression. Whatever creative talent he may possess is developed without the sacrifice of originality. In addition to the more technical subjects such as bookkeeping, shorthand, and typewriting, courses arc taken in “Local Industries” and “Municipal Activities.” Classes in local industries make excursions to the important manufacturing plants of the city and study the methods of production. They visit the larger wholesale and retail stores and study at first hand business organization and business methods. The classes in municipal activities study all forms of social activities, both public and private. They familiarize themselves with all the branches of the city government and their various functions; study institutions for social betterment, both public and private, penal and reformatory. The students are thus being trained for intelligent and useful citizenship. The founders of this school believed that results could be obtained that would justify the establishment of a high school devoted exclusively to preparation for a life of business. The two years of experiment have, we believe, to an extent verified their judgment. While all our ideals have not yet been attained and perhaps never can be realized, yet we feel that progress has been made and that in the years to come the judgment of the founders of this type of vocational school will be more abundantly justified. THE PRINCIPAL. 10 glbbisorp Committee isfj ftcfjool of Commerte, 19 U George S. Addams........................Judge of Insolvency and Juvenile Court George W. Avery.............................Vice President, W. Bingham Company Charles E. Adams............Vice President, Cleveland Hardware Company Erwin L. Fisher......................President, Fisher Wilson Company Evan H. Hopkins.............Dean of Western Reserve University Law Dep’t. S. H. Halle......................Vice President, Halle Brothers Company Charles S. Howe..................President, Case School of Applied Science Munson A. Havens........................Secretary, Chamber of Commerce W. S. Hayden.....................................................Hayden-Miller Company John G Jennings......................Treasurer, Lamson-Sessions Company George W. Kinney................................................Kinney Levan William Leopold....................Secretary, Leopold Furniture Company F. W. Lothman..........................................Public Accountant Charles E. J. Lang......................Treasurer, Rauch Lang Company Reverend F. T. Moran............................Pastor St. Patrick’s Church L. F. Mellcn................................Secretary, New England Society Malcolm McBride.................................Secretary, Root McBride D. E. McLean..............President Pearl Street Savings Trust Company C. W. McCormick......................Secretary, Cleveland Stone Company Harry New...................Treasurer, Landesman-Hirschheimer Company C. A. Nesbitt........................Secretary, C. T. L. and A Association Stephen L. Pierce...................................S. L. Pierce Company F. F. Prentiss.............Vice President, Cleveland Twist Drill Company George A. Rudd.......................Treasurer, Chandler Rudd Company Col. J. J. Sullivan.....................President, Superior Trust Company L. H. Treadway.....................General Manager, Peck, Stow Wilcox G. A. Tinnerman......................................................Merchant Thomas H. Wilson.......................Vice President, First National Bank C A. Vogt........................Auditor, American Steel Wire Company C. G. Watkins........................President, Cleveland Grain Company Cxeeutibe Committee, 1911 Charles S. Howe, Chairman. F. F. Prentiss.........................................Charles E. Adams S. H. Halle............................................Malcolm McBride Fred W. Lothman...................................................W. S. Hayden 11 Jfacultjp of tfjt J?igf) fecfjool of Commerce Mr. Solomon Weimer, Principal. Mr. S. R. Hoover, Assistant Principal, Baldwin University, B. A., M. A. Miss Nellie M. Amidon, Assistant Principal, Geneva Normal School, Belmont College, B. A., M. A. Mr. James S. Curry, Upshur Academy and Normal School, Spencerian Business School, Department of Shorthand. Mr. E. Wilbur Harrison, Pernin Business College, Michigan State Normal School, Shorthand and Penmanship. Miss Pearl Palmer, Spencerian Business College. Maryland College for Women. B. S., Commercial Geography and Shorthand. Mr. Harvey C. Ditmcr, Oberlin Business College, Department of Bookkeeping. Mr. J. O. Gordon, Ashland University, B. E. Penmanship and Business Forms. Mr- Jude L. Heald, Indiana State Norma! School, Northwestern University, Department of English. Mrs. Lillian R. Pardee, Buchtel College. Boston School of Oratory. English. Mr. Anton Fx. Gehring, Western Reserve University, Ph. B., Department of Modern Languages. Mr. Joseph Johnston, Indiana State Normal School, Indiana University, Department History of Commerce. Mr. H. T. McMyler, Western Reserve University, University of Wisconsin, Department of Mathematics. Mr. D. M. Evans, Ohio Wesleyan University. Mathematics and Faculty Coach. Miss Edith Beman, Western Reserve University, Ph. B., University of Michigan, Mathematics. Mr. Charles F. Dutton, Jr., Oberlin College. A. B.. Department of Commercial Geography. Miss Olive Pittis, Valparaiso University, B. S.. Post-Graduate at Harvard, Western Reserve, and Cornell Universities. English and Commercial Geography. Miss Elizabeth Bowie, Rockford College for Women. University of Michigan, A. B., Department of Biology and Mathematics. Mr. John M. Harsh, Ohio State University. A. B., Graduate School, Western Reserve University, A. M.. Department of Chemistry and Physics. Mr. Samuel Zechar, Otterbcin University, A. B., English. Mr. J. Earl Griffith, State Normal School, Cortland, New York. Honor Graduate in professional ability, Pratt Institute, New York City, Applied Arts. Miss Mabel D Ely, Western Maryland College, Westminster, Maryland, Maryland Institute School of Art. Baltimore. Charcoal Club Art School, Baltimore, Graduate Normal Art and Manual Training course, Pratt Institute. New York City. Applied Arts. Mr. Orson E. Warfield, B. P. E., International Y. M. C. A. Training School. Starling, Ohio, Medical School, Department of Hygiene and Physical Culture. Miss Alice Bandecn, Cushing Academy, New Haven Normal School of Gymnastics, Department of Physical Culture. Mr. John W. Creig, Rochester University, Vories Business College. Penmanship. Mr. Manville, Private Tutors in Music, Music Department. Mr. Gaylord Trace, Teachers' College, New York City. Bradly Polytechnic Institute, Chautauqua Institute, Department of Manual Arts. Rachael M. Studley, Secretary. Pearl M. Maxwell, Stenographer and Typist. Frederick C. Donberg, Custodian. 13 Slumni Arthur James Buzek....... Stella Lillian Beck...... Mildred Claire Boltey.... Blanche Elizabeth Caldwell. Edmo Izora Combes........ Julia Creer.............. Richard Clyde DeForest--- Clyde James Downing...... Emma Maria Emdc.......... Esther Foley............. Anna Goldberg............ Leonard Gerhard Hadde... Bessie Anna Hafemeistcr... John Frank Hasey......... Laura Elizabeth Hawkins. . Florence Caroline Halloway Beatrice Louise Housego... Mabel Elizabeth Hummel.. Fred Johnson............ Raymond Joslin........... Anton Joseph Karlovec.... Nellie Elizabeth King.... Edmund Kirby............. Sylvia Josephine Kirian... Edwin Krause............. Ora Lenore Lampus........ Ladimer Lustig.......... Walter Bailey Madigan.. .. Bessie Luella Martin.... Joseph Martin............ Pearl Maxwell........... Pearl Morris............. Harold Nichols........... Valeria Anna Schacha.... Herbert Laurence Sinek--- Carl Thumm............... Ethel Whipp.............. James Anthony Cosgriff... .............Brown Hoisting Co. ...........Winton Automobile Co. ...........Studying Vocal Music ...............G. M. Ott Bros. ...........Edward D. Sable Co ----Cleveland Saving Loan Bank ...........The Standard Oil Co. ........The Diamond Rubber Co. ...............The Boehmke Co. ...........The Brown-Vinccnt Co. ........Cleveland Knitting Mills ........The Sherwin-Williams Co. .............J. E. Sickman Co. .............National Carbon Co. .............The Halle Bros. Co. .............Cleveland Trust Co. ....................Ernst Ernst ...........Winton Automobile Co. ...........Union National Bank ...........The Standard Oil Co. ........The Fowler Slater Co. .......The Continental Jewelry Co. ...........The U. S. Circuit Court ........................Traveling Lake Shore Saw Mill Lumber Co- ...........Winton Automobile Co. ........The Union National Bank ...........Grasseli Chemical Co. ..................Schwegler Co. ....Wellman-Seaver-Morgan Co. ........High School of Commerce .............Sherwin-Williams Co. ........The Hall-Van Gorder Co. ........United Shirt Collar Co. ..............Myers, Weil Co. ............City Ice Delivery Co. ...........Silbert Morgenstern 14 Cf)e Alumni ONE beautiful, starlight night last October, the graduates of 1910 held their first alumni meeting in the auditorium at the High School of Commerce. It seemed so natural to be back again, that all that was necessary to complete the scene was to have Mr. Gehring stand before us, taking the names of those who whispered. He would have had a hard time to stop talking this evening, because every one had so much to say to every one else. You must remember that a whole summer had passed since we were all together. After much talking and handshaking, we at last thought about the real purpose of the meeting and settled down to elect our new officers. Mr. Fred Johnson was elected President, Miss Mildred Boltey was chosen Secretary and Treasurer, while those that constituted the Executive Committee were Miss Julia Creer, Mr. Herbert Sinek, and Miss Bessie Hafemeister. We then and there decided to hold a meeting once a month, in the Gymnasium of the High School of Commerce. This we did for several meetings when it was decided that the distance was too far for the alumni to travel after getting home from office work, so the girls decided to entertain at their homes. Miss Hafemeister entertained first and a very enjoyable evening was spent. Miss Stella Beck next entertained with games and music, and all went home declaring that they had had a fine time; this we hope will always be the case. Every member of the class of 1910 with the exception of two has at least had one promotion which speaks well for the individual and also for the training which they received at school. The two exceptions are Miss Sylvia Kirian who is traveling with her parents in the east, and Miss Mildred Boltey who is staying at home devoting all her time to the study of vocal music. The girls keep up their society, which still goes by the name of “Kormaw” although they have made it a social affair instead of a literary club. The. members entertain at their homes one Sunday afternoon a month and have a very pleasant time, talking over things that happened last year at school and telling of the different difficulties which they now meet in their business life. We are planning to keep our class together just as long as we can, because, although we shall in time have other interests, we will still want to remember how we were like one large family, sharing each other’s sorrows as well as joys during the years of 1909 and 1910 at our dear old High School of Commerce- We still cling to our class motto “They can who think they can.” Sec. Mildred Boltey. 15 The Alumni of 1910. ©fbatts THE debating season of 1911, closed with two more victories credited to the High School of Commerce. The team this year was composed of John Tobin, George Groman and Walter Weel. The first debate was on February 17, with West High, on the question, “Resolved, that the ownership and operation of the Street Railway System, under the so-called Tayler Grant, is preferable to the ownership and operation of such system by the municipality. Constitutionality conceded. Commerce had the affirmative and West the negative. In spite of the inclement weather a good audience from Commerce attended. During the awful suspense that follows the conclusion of the debate and the rendering of the decision, West sent up several, well directed yells. Commerce's turn was to come, and it is needless to say that their yells were returned in the right direction. For Commerce was the victor by a unanimous decision. Borne on by the confidence of having three victories back of it, the team met Central on March 30, to debate on the question, “Resolved, that the 10 Panama Canal should be fortified.” In this debate, Central upheld the affirmative and Commerce the negative. • The weather, following precedent, was again stormy. However, spirit ran high at Commerce and a large crowd turned out. Miss Mildred Boltley, of the class of 1910, rendered pleasing vocal selections both before and after the debate. Commerce was again declared the winner, and again by a unanimous decision. The debating team of 1911 went down in the history of the school as taking two mighty strides forward to the great goal—the winning of the debating trophy. That this goal will be reached seems to be inevitable. We have in Mr. McMyler a coach of the highest type. He has his own way of encouraging the team to put forth their best efforts. The team was composed of inexperienced fellows, but due to their hard work and efficient training, a winning team was developed. With Mr. McMyler back, as coach, and with the nucleus left for next year's team, there is every reason to feel optimistic. RRANGEMENTS were made at the time of the opening of the W ist Side Carnegie Library for the pupils of the High School of Commerce to use it in connection with their regular school work, and to some extent this has been the practice. There are many occasions, however, on which pupils desire to consult a book of reference without going so far. To meet this requirement there was purchased for the use of the school a set of the Nev' Standard Encyclopedia, in November. The .responsibility for the payment for these books was assumed in the office, and since that time Mr. Hoover has covered this expense by presenting to the school the income from several deliveries of his lecture on the Yellowstone National Park. The books are to be kept in the office where they can be consulted at any time by members of the school who need the kind of information they supply. €f)e iieto Cncpclopetna 17 Cbe “ £baubrtnb” SCHOOL had been going on placidly for two and one-half months when one eventful morning we were greeted with gold and white banners hung in most conspicious places. Upon coming nearer, we beheld the words “Coming? “Dec. 9.” Of course that little insignificant question mark stirred up all the girls’, and some of the boys’ curiosity. All felt they could never stand the suspense when they were given to know that the whole thing was to be a secret. For the weeks following, there was mysterious nabbing out of classes of a chosen few. The sale of tickets began a week before the day for the great event and the intervening week was almost a vacation for many of us. What, with hammering and setting up of booths, and the many secret conferences of committees every one was more or less excited. At last the long anticipated day arrived. It was a gala day for everyone. We had, as usual, our recitations in the morning, but the call of the candy and sandwiches was so great that our afternoon recitations were chiefly mechanical. At this point we divided, some to help stock up the candy booths, some to help Miss Studley make sandwiches, and others to quiver and quake until the time for “public appearance’’ came. The afternoon started cut with a musical selection under the leadership of Mr. Hoover, and throughout the program, there was not one mistake or even a halt. This all goes to show that Commerce is composed of those who can do things well. An intermission for refreshments and a general good time followed during which the dignified seniors played “farmer in the dell’’ and other childish games. At 5:00 P. M. all went to the study hall to enjoy Mr. Lynch’s illustrated lecture on Scott’s “Lady of the Lake.” After this every one crowded to the lunch room and kept the white capped, be-frillcd waitresses so busy that they got twisted and brought to their patrons tea when they called for ice cream. Next, everybody congregated in the hall in groups and waited for particular friends to come for the evening program. At last seven o’clock arrived bringing with it so many people that by eight o’clock, auditors were doubly lined up around the walls of the study room. The evening program was remarkably fine, for some of Commerce’s best took part in it. During the last bars of America, everybody realized a longing for some of the toothsome candy still left in the booths, and immediately after the program was finished, everyone rushed to the lower hall where the theory of diminishing utility was being put to shame by the purchasing of one box after another. But alas and alack all things must end, so with the Edaudivid. One by one everybody departed, and like the character in Longfellow’s poem the visitors left footprints behind in the form of paper bags and empty candy boxes. Everyone voted the Edaudivid a huge success at least as far as pleasure was concerned, and when it was learned that we had realized one hundred and sixty dollars, which was to go to the Athletic Association, the affair was unanimously voted a success from all points. history Class of 19 U OUR school days, like a voyage, must come to an end and as we have now reached the end of our High School career we may pause, and, turning back the leaves of the “log” review the various events which have transpired. In our course there have been many periods, some calmly serene, some tempestuous, but our pilot, always with the aid of a faculty adviser,” has steered us clear of all the rocks and shoals which might have proved disastrous to our frail bark. It seems to us a long time, but it is only four years since we started on our voyage. We began with a fleet of ships. Each ship had the same port in view but there was no general commander. The first point which each had to pass was the point farthest south from the common destination. It was that of “Freshman Year.” In this first year of our voyage we all learned that to be on a ship of the “High School Fleet” one must become unnaturally dignified, one must acquire an air of wisdom, and an expression indicative of learn ing must repose on one’s countenance. One must learn to act of his own accord and remember that “we are young men and women as we were so often told by our officers. These experiences were gathered by all. They were perhaps dearly bought, but were treasured as valuable because collected in foreign lands. After this point was passed, the course seemed clear to our still inexperienced eyes. We thought ourselves “jolly tars,” who might now, to a certain degree, lessen the vigilance and the care formerly so necssary. Why, we had been at sea a year, and surely then one is no longer a mere landsman! During cur second year’s voyage, we delighted in looking down on and tormenting those who after a year’s delay followed cur example and embarked on unknown seas. We called them “Freshmen.” They were so delightfully refreshing ” But not much of this was allowed. The discipline at sea is very strict. As we neared the second point in our voyage, we found that to pass this we had to go through a very narrow strait. Upon observation we saw that our whole fleet was there to pass this point and then a calamity happened. The strait was commanded over by a very powerful landsman, and he would allow but one ship to pass. The powerful landsman must have been a seafaring man in his time, for his ways were most pirate-like. Just because the ships of our fleet suited his purpose he confiscated them. Some of our sailors were made “to walk the plank,” and others were kept to man the ships which had been seized. Our captains then held a conference and decided that another ship must be procured and all hands should sail further, on this. They bargained for one of the ships owned by the pirate-like landsman, and then rechristened it, calling it “Commerce. Then we continued cn our voyage and as we triumphantly and unitedly sailed through the narrow pass we, looking back, found it labeled “Sophomore Year.” A calm now set in and for three months we lay idle, but we were again 2n upon a wide ocean and when the wind came up we started onward. Though we had been only partly victorious we were in high spirits, and it was then we conceived the idea of having a celebration upon our united condition. We “danced in jig time, and had quite a big time,” not realizing and little caring that only a few boards separated us from the merciless sea. We called this event the “Junior Informal. We were experienced sailors by this time and did not get so visibly excited, though we did feel overjoyed, when the third point in our adventures was reached. We had much leeway here, and sailed lazily past. A few of our sailors asked to be set ashore, as they thought the land looked promising. They wanted a vacation and didn’t care to keep up the hard work to which our captain held us. This the third point was called “Junior Year Now we were on our last stretch, for it was decided that our voyage should be brought to a conclusion at the end of the fourth year. Our crew was now composed of “well-salted” sailors. All did their duty and for reward the captain allowed us many festivities. In this last year the waves were high and the storms were frequent. There was one particularly stormy time when we tried to decide whether we should have our Informal partly in the afternoon or wholly in the evening. Our sails had to be continually hauled down, (a)mended, remended, and again put in place, but the mast stood firm, notwithstanding that the sails were changed. We came in sight of port in the fifth month of the new year. With our spyglasses we could discern the highest buildings of the town. From these were seen white, parchment-like banners, coveted emblems—waving in the breeze and trying their best to float out to us. Their greeting was encouraging, and as we tacked back and forth in the wide harbor, there arose from our weather-beaten ship a hearty yell, “Rah, Rah, Rah, Commerce 1911.” CLARA PFISTER. Commerce 5?igf) Did you ever visit Commerce High? A mighty place of learning. When you find its value, by and by, For entrance you’ll be yearning. Our typists are the very best. The country can produce. And it may easily be guessed They’ll be of some good use. In rhetoric we’re mighty fine, With speeches and oration. In fact we're good in every line. That helps to build a nation. GALE RAYBON, 21 1912. CECIL STRAUSS. Kormaw, Executive Committee, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. MARIE BRENNAN. Kormaw, President, third term. President, Avis Sylva Club. Girls’ Glee Club. LORETTA WICKSON. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. ETHEL KREWSON. Kormaw. MADGE VIVIAN BARRET. Kormaw, Executive Committee, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Day. Orchestra. FLORENCE FELLER. Kormaw, Treasurer, second term. Annual Board. GEORGE HACH. Sergeant-at-Arms, Senior Class, third term. Ecremmoc, Treasurer, first and second terms. Basket Ball, Captain. Annual Board. MARGARET HAYES. Executive Committee, Senior Class, third term. Kormaw, Executive Committee, third term. Secretary, Athletic Board. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Day. Orchestra. HAROLD ROMANIS. Vice President, Ecremmoc, first and second terms. Football, Captain. Basket Ball Team. ANNA STEWART McCORKINDALE. Vice President, Senior Class, first and second terms. Kormaw, Executive Committee, first term. Girls’ Glee Club. a: —!■ FLORENCE J. PFLEGER. EMMA WALKER. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. FLORENCE C. GILBRIDE. Kormaw, Sergeant-at-Arms, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Day. ROSE MULLALLY. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. ALICE A. FOSTER. Kormaw, Executive Committee, third term. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Day. CLARA PFISTER. Executive Committee, Senior Class, first, second and third terms. Girls’ Glee Club. Annual Board. Class Prophet. Kormaw. GEORGE M. LEOPOLD. President, Senior Class, third term. Ecremmoc, Sergeant-at-Arms, third term. Treasurer, Senior Class, first and second terms. Baseball Team. Football Team. Annual Board. Basket Ball Team. Commencement. GLADYS RUSS. Kormaw. Girls’.Glee Club. LOUIS ROSENBERG. Ecremmoc. BEATRICE LEHMAN. Girls’ Glee Club. Kormaw. MARY WALTON CALL. Kormaw, Executive Committee, first term. Girls’ Glee Club. LENORE HARRINGTON. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. MYRA BILLENSTEIN. Kormaw. Orchestra. Commencement. ELSIE ELIZABETH MEAD. Secretary, Senior Class, first and second terms. Vice President, Senior Class, third term. Kormaw, Executive Committee, third term. Commencement. NETTIE E. PFLEGER. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Day. FRANK HERBERT CREBBIN. President Ecremmoc, first and second terms. Executive Committee Ecremmoc, third term. Captain Baseball Team. Class Prophet. Annual Board. Treasurer Senior Class, Third Term. Basket Ball Team. Football Team. Sergeant-at-Arms Senior Class, First and Second Terms. GERTRUDE COLBERG. Kormaw, Sergeant-at-Arms third term. Commencement. Girls’ Glee Club. FLORA MAY PUTNAM. Kormaw, Secretary, third term. Vice President Athletic Board. Class Day. Girls’ Glee Club. LILLIAN EMMA BOEHM. Kormaw, Treasurer, third term. Girls’ Glee Club. ROSS M. WILSON. Executive Committee, Senior Class, first, second and third terms. Athletic Association Board. Ecremmoc, President, third term. Manager Basket Ball. Football Team. Annual Board. Class Day. Kormaw. ADELENE GREER. Girls’ Glee Club. VIOLA OSTERLAND. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. EVA SNELL. Girls’ Glee Club. Kormaw. Class Day. ROSE O’CONNOR. Kormaw, Vice President, third term. Girls’ Glee Club. Kormaw. JESSIE PERRAM. Orchestra. OLGA KLUMP Girls’ Glee Club. FRANCES LORENA DAVIS. Kormaw, Treasurer, first term. Secretary, Senior Class, third term. Commencement. LEONA THOERING. Kormaw, Secretary, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. ANNA LUCHT. HELEN M. SATINK. Kormaw, Vice President, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. MARGARET ARMSTRONG. Kcrmaw, Sergeant-at-Arms, first term. Girls’ Glee Club. GEORGE C. GROMAN. Executive Committee, Senior Class, first and second terms. Ecremmcc, Executive Committee, third term. President, Athletic Board. Commencement. Manager, Football. Editor Annual. West and Central Debates. ROSE EGGERT. Girls’ Glee Club. JOHN J. TOBIN. President, Senior Class, first and second terms. Ecremmoc, Executive Committee, first and second terms. West and Central Debates. Commencement. ELIZABETH WENDELL. Girls’ Glee Club. Kormaw. MABEL A. CLARK. Executive Committee, Senior Class, first and second terms. Executive Committee, Kormaw, first term. Girls’ Glee Club. HELEN S. FOX. Kormaw. Girls’ Glee Club. ELLA PASSIG. Kormaw, Vice President, first term. Girls' Glee Club. BERTHA M. MUNZ. Kormaw, President, first term. Girls’ Glee Club. LILLIAN ZAK. Kormaw, Secretary, first term. Commencement. MALCOLM BOLLMAN. Ecremmoc. Class Day. FLORENCE SPERNOGA. Kormaw, President, second term. Girls’ Glee Club. EDWARD LIBAL. Ecremmoc. Baseball Team. CARL A. STEIGERWALD. Ecremmoc, Secretary, first and second terms. Ecremmoc, Executive Committee, third term. Executive Committee, Senior Class, third term. Manager Baseball. Football. Class Day. JOHN VOBORNIK. Ecremmoc. HAROLD EDGAR JOSEPH SMITH. Ecremmoc, Secretary, third term. Baseball Team. JOSEPH BERNSTEIN. Annual Board. Ecremmoc. Commencement. WILLIAM KRAMER. Ecremmoc, Treasurer, third term. CLARENCE WILLIAM PORTER. Ecremmoc. Football. EDWARD SVEC. Ecremmoc, Executive Committee, second term. JOHN McTIGUE. Vice President, Ecremmoc, third term. Class Day. FERDINAND MEIER. Orchestra. Ecremmoc. Class Day. JULIUS SMITH. Ecrcmmcc, Sergeant-at-Arms, first and second terms. ESTHER SMITH. Girls’ Glee Club. HELEN BLACK. Kormaw. HELEN REES. Kormaw. LAWRENCE MAYER. Ecremmoc. 4$lr. ©efjring’S cf)ool ?8opS anb ©trlfi in a 50i«corbant Clamorous Comehp, entitle ) Z )t (Question of tfjc ii our Written by.............. Staged and Dramatized by Miss Amidon | Mr. Gehring I........... ... Florence Spernoga .......Seniors of ’ll Managers of the Play CHARACTERS. George Leopold, An Uncrowned King.................................President Frank Crebbin, The King’s Jester.......................The Excise Man John Tobin, a disguised King of Melodrama ' _ .... . , , . L , ’ _ , . _ t .Two vilhans of the darkest type Ferdinand Meier, The Last of the Pygmies 1 George Groman, The Silver-tongued Orator......................A Hero Joseph Bernstein, The Man of the Hour..........................Another Hero George Hach, The Baby of the Troupe.......A very busy Sergeant-at-Arms Elsie Mead, An Understudy..................................Vice President Frances Davis, A Bewitching Maiden, Secretary. .A very important character Marie Brennan, A Suffragette..................A poor suffering Heroine Lords and Ladies in Waiting........................Seniors not in action Scene—Room 6 in the H S. of C. Time—2:30 P. M. to 4:15 P. M. Act I. A Discussion of Senior Class Night. Act II. Motions Reconsidered. Thirteen Scenes. Act III. The Question of the Hour Carried. Act IV. The Insurrection of the Dissatisfied. Act V. Grand Finale. Specialties Between Motions: A talking match between the world’s celebrities, Misses Florence Feller and Ethel Krewson- Bertha Munz, referee. Cecil Strauss and Ella Passig, seconds. 34 Cfje $lot TIME, the eighth day of the third month of the year 1911. Marie Brennan, being duly recognized by the president, takes the floor, and keeps it for some time by the ingenious method of making a long drawn-out and very elaborate speech. She thereby raises the great question which nearly costs the class their supper. Mr. Tobin, who is unable to hear very well, requests Miss Brennan in a very sarcastic voice, of which he is a master, to repeat what she has said and make it a little bit shorter. Miss Brennan replies by saying that if those boys who can’t hear what she is saying would bring an ear trumpet they might be enabled to understand her. This makes the good gentleman very angry, and right then and there he jumps up, calling upon the president for recognition, and is just about to say something when he is told to sit down, as he is out of order. At this point his mysterious friend, Mr. Ferdinand Meier, rises with a great deal of dignity and makes a motion, but in the commotion which follows, Mr. Meier’s motion is buried and nearly forgotten. By the quick wit of Mr. Tobin, who arises and in a loud oratorical voice asks the president to have the minutes read, the motion is found, buried beneath a dozen other motions and brought to the front. While going through with one dozen motions, two dozen amendments to these motions and three dozen reconsiderations of the one dozen motions and the two dozen amendments, there is great tumult and uproar. Room 6 becomes a second Tower of Babel, or perhaps, to use a more modern figure, a veritable House of Representatives. Mr. Groman becomes very tired and very cross, and is just about to make a motion to adjourn, which would then have brought the total number of motions up to thirteen, when at this critical moment Mr. Tobin arises and tells Mr- Groman to sit down as he is very much out of order. Mr. Groman is just about to get real angry when, with quick wit, Mr. Bernstein, the Man of the Hour, comes to the rescue, by saying right out before everybody that he doesn’t intend to stay and listen to a lot of foolishness, and that he will go home if something doesn’t happen pretty soon. This very timely interruption seems to have an effect on everybody, for in about five minutes all of the motions, amendments and reconsiderations are so straightened out that all actually know what they are voting for. At this point Mr. Groman, bound to get a motion of his own in, some time or other, arises and again makes his motion to adjourn. This is carried and everybody welcomes it by getting out of Room 6 as quickly as possible, for fear somebody might make the motion to reconsider the last motion e’en though such motion might be unparliamentary. Press Notices: “Town Noise”—“The perpetual motion made it most interesting.” “Everlasting Critic”—The chorus of dissenters in Act IV showed great accomplishment in the demand for reconsidering questions. 35 Senior Class Officers, jfirSt anb £ cconb Uerms John Tobin Anna McCorkindale Elsie Mead George Leopold Frank Crebbin 36 President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms Senior Class ©fficers, ZTfjirb Cerm George Leopold . - - President Elsie Mead - . . vice President Frances Davis - Secretary Frank Crebbin - - - Treasurer George Hach ..... Sergeant-at-Arms 37 Collection of Senior Rfjpmes John Tobin, two-term president, Was by his worries stooped and bent. It was his task to guide his class, And for his thanks he got much “sass.” Dark-haired Miss Florence Gilbride, All the school laws had defied. Because she was quiet. She was put on a diet, And there she was left till she died. Flora Putnam, that dear child, Always was so awfully mild, Excepting when her way was crossed, And then she said, I won’t be bossed.” Frank Crebbin was sometimes called “Tottghy,” But never was known to get huffy. In basket-ball he won. great fame. How? He played in every game. Harold Smith we called the smart 'un, ’Cause much mischief he took part in. 'Twas in Chem. he was so bad. Which wc thought was very sad. Here’s smiling Miss Elsie Mead, Always keenest for a feed. She’d walk to the square, In foul weather or fair. To buy for her garden a seed. George Groman is lean, George Groman is long, He never was mean. In debates he is strong. Pretty, good-natured Cecil Strauss, In her hair there's not a mouse; But of rats there are a lot. Bought at Kirby’s, were they not? 38 There is a Miss Florence Spernoga, Who came from the town Saratoga She’s two curls which are cute, And they make her a “beaut,” This Florence “Spaghetti” Spernoga. Jessie Perram was arrested, And her sanity was tested. She broke too oft the school’s speed rule. In typewriting trials at Commerce school. Too substantial for a myth, Comes anon our Julius Smith. He was never on a diet, And no, never in a riot. Did you know one Mary Call? She was good at basket-ball, And was always there with more When the teacher called “Encore.” Little, “teeny” Rose O’Connor, Whom to know is quite an honor, For she is a darling kid, And in a thimble could be hid. Pretty, clever, witty and wise, Miss Anna Stewart McCorkindale, Long name for a little one her size, But to her mind we say, “All Hail.” Big and husky Clarence Porter, Loved a girl but wouldn’t court ’er. He was always very shy, When a walkin’ “through the rye.” 39 |9e school of Commerce 9lpfjabet A is for Albertson, Thomas his name; Composing this jingle, he hopes to win fame. B is for Bernstein. For poems he yearns, And many a rhyme he modestly turns. B stands for Boehm, a girl we all know. For Bandlow, a senior, who does nothing slow. C is for Corey, so modestly quiet, Who always subsists on a cream-puff diet. D is for “Dutch,” a boy who’s no double. He smashes out home-runs without any trouble. D is for Belahunt, Dc la War too. Through Frenchy their names, they’re Americans true. E is for Evans, our coach, strong and grand: Who, to all the boys, extends the glad hand. F is for Feller, for Foster, and Frank, Crebbin’s his last name. He’s sometimes a crank. G is for Groman, so tall and so slim, He works at debating with vigor and vim. H stands for Harrington, for Hoffman, for Hayes, Sprightly, and dainty, and daring their ways. H also’s for Hach, our baby so dear, He was captain of basket-ball throughout this year. I is for “Izzy,” our musician so small; Who can handle the fiddle far better than all. J is for Jerry, the friend of the girls. He admires their faces and soft, lovely curls. K is for Katz, who in foot-ball won fame. For helping write this, he deserves a good name. 40 L is for Leopold. In athletics he’s cool. And he will compete with the best in the school. M stands for Meier, as actor he’s grand. As a fisher lands fish, applause he can land. N is for Nap, the chef of our school: “To please people’s taste” is his every-day rule. O is for Olsen, the hist'ry class pet. Who organized the “Three-fifteen Club,” with regret P is for Porter, our full-back, right strong. Who, unmindful of work, the team helped along. Q is the letter that now needs a place. We merely shall use it to fill in the space. R’s for Romanis who played on each team; But as a player of foot-ball he was all to the cream. S stands for Smith, of them there are three. For Snell, Strauss, Spernoga, and others you see. S stands for Steigerwald, who in plays took the prize And also for Satink who’s gentle and wise. T stands for Tobin, a debater, he; Who some day will a great orator be. U is for USELESS, a word we despise. It reminds us of hist’ry; brings tears to our eyes. V’s for Vobornik, for veterans too, Who to foot-ball stuck fast as wood sticks to glue. W’s for Weintraub, a lad of renown, Who basket ball plays with the best men in town. For X and for Y we scarce have the time. But still we will use them to fill out this rhyme. Z comes the last. Of Zaks there are two. With this closes our rhyme, and we bid you adieu. 41 Names. Armstrong, Margaret Bandlow, Walter Barrett, Madge Bernstein. Joseph Boehm, Lillian Bollman, Malcolm Brennan, Marie Billenstein, Myra Call, Mary Clark, Mabel Colberg, Gertrude Crebbin, Frank Eavis, Frances Eggcrt, Rose Feller, Florence Foster, Alice Fox, Helen Gilbride, Florence Greer, Adelene Groman, George Hach, George Harrington, Lenore Hayes, Margaret Klump, Olga Kramer, William Krewson, Ethel Lehmann, Beatrice Leopold, George Libal, Edward Lucht, Anna McCorkindale, Anna Ambition. To go to Europe To be leader To keep her hair from turning grey To be a poet To be a first-class stenographer To move to town To make everybody happy A cosy little bungalow for two To get fat To see the H. S. of C-basket ball team champions To be boss To be a prophet To weigh 100 lbs. To be successful in all things To be a journalist To see another faculty game To vote To be a manager To be in style To be a great debater To grow To get thin To straighten John out To be a music teacher To be a prosperous merchant To be a speaker of the House To be a champion skater To be valedictorian at college To be a great baseball player To be on time to classes To discover the North Pole Extravagance. Salted peanuts Study Dutch Cleanser Treating Hair nets Candy Rings Chocolate almonds Cream puffs Camera films Maple nut puffs Girls Picture shows Typewriting Shoes Class dues Peanuts Talking Peanut clusters Satin Skin Cream Pretty clothes Whispering Licorice straps Study Fancy ties Candy Cooking Clothes Furnishing questions for debate Talking Sailor blouses 42 Names. Mead, Elsie Meier, Ferdinand Mullally, Rose Munz, Bertha Osterland, Viola O’Connor, Rose Passig, Ella Perram, Jessie Pfister, Clara Pfleger, Florence Pfleger, Nettie Porter, Clarence Putnam, Flora Romanis, Harold Rosenburg, Louis Russ, Gladys Satink, Helen Smith, Harold Smith, Julius Smith, Esther Snell, Eva Spernoga, Florence Steigerwald, Carl Strauss, Cecil Svcc, Edward Thoering, Leona Tobin, John Vobornic, John Walker, Emma Wendel, Elizabeth Wickson, Loretta Wilson, Ross Zak, Lillian Ambition. To be wise To get short To be an elocutionist To fly in the air To get E’s To be a six footer To be the wife of a president To be the champion typist To abolish chewing gum To be a kindergarten teacher To be a banker To be sporting editor To be an actress To captain a winning foot ball team To be a bank president To write 100 words a minute in shorthand To be a suffragette To be a blonde To get thin To be heard To be a preacher To be good To be a pugilist To be an opera singer To be a banker To write 250 words in shorthand “To grow a good grass crap” To be a great conversationalist To be an old maid To find a nice young fellow who is looking for a nice young girl To make a catch To behave in the chemistry class To be an orator 43 Extravagance. Coming late to English classes Glasses Curls Napoleons’ lunch room Absence from school Sweetness Lunch Books Boys Hair ribbons Cookies Ball games Basket ball games Lunch Dreaming Smiles Cream of tomato soup That laugh Flesh reducer Giggling Dresses Powder Pie The phrase, Not Yet” Time Sleep Arguments Silence Dips Shoes Lemon pie Gum Summer hats Descriptibe (Quotations ant) Jfatoorite apings Margaret Armstrong. “And there were none but few goodlier than she.” “Did you ever?” Walter Bandlow “Put me where I may look at him.” “What’s the use?” Madge Barrett. “Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil o’er books consumed the midnight oil?” “Oh, you Kiddo!” Joseph Bernstein. “Yes, I have gained my experience.” “Every senior should get an ad.” Myra Billenstein. “Oh, but she is wise.” “Isn’t that nice?” Lillian Boehm. “It's wiser being good than bad.” “Gee Whiz! Malcolm Bollman. “Though a small man he had a large soul.” “I never use it.” Marie Brennan. “You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue.” “Smile while your face is limber. Mary Call. “I show more mirth than I am mistress of.” “Believe me!” Mable Clark. “Is’t possible that on so little acquaintance you should like her?” “Oh, shoot!” Gertrude Colberg. “Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair ” “Bosh!” Frank Crebbin. His method of saluting was the joy of all beholders. “Gee, those ideas!” 44 Frances Davis. “And listens like a three year’s child.” “Are you ready?” Rose Eggert. “Talked of noble aims and high, hinted of a future fine.” “Do it now, and do it well.” Florence Feller. “She is a friend both true and jolly.” “Suffering cats!” Alice Foster. “Beseech me to be good.” “The idea!” Helen Fox. “It’s hardly in a body’s pow’r. To keep at times, frae being sour.” “Gee, I’m tired. Florence Gilbride. “He spake o’ the darts in my benny dark een.” “Great Guns.” Adelene Greer. “She liked whate’er she looked on, And her looks went everywhere •” “Ach Louie.” George Groman. “In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For even though vanquished he could argue still.” “Oh, that debate.” George Hach. “A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight, And still his precious self his dear delight.” “I’ll knock your good eye out.” Lenore Harrington. “What a pretty tale you told me Once upon a time.” “Ye gods and little fishes.” Margaret Hayes. Happy and from all care I’m free; Why aren’t they all contented like me? “Let’s yell.” Olga Klump. “She is a pleasant companion.” “Ask me, I don’t know.” 45 William Kramer. “I am no villain.” Ethel Krewson. “I go to concert, party, ball.” Beatrice Lehman. “And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by the dial. “Aw, shut up.” George Leopold. “Costly thy raiment as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy.” “I don’t shink sho.” Edward Libal. “ ’Twas certain he could write and cipher, too.” Anna Lucht. “Never talk to me, I will weep.” “Oh, fiddlesticks.” Anna McCorkindale. Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?” “I don’t give a rap.” John McTigue. “All heaven meanwhile condensed into one eye Which feared to lose the wonder should it wink.” Lawrence Mayer. “The wisest man the warl’ saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O. Elsie Mean. “I envy nobody, no, not I; and nobody envies me. “Gawan, I’ll do as I please.” Ferdinand Meier- “I came, saw, and overcame.” Rose Mullally. I can live no longer by thinking.” “You can’t get me mad.” Bertha Munz. “With honest pride I scorn each selfish end.” “Oh, you Schmalz Gesicht.” Viola Osterland. “There was a lass and she was fair.” “Chess.” 46 Rose O’Connor. “Bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing. Ella Pasig. “I like this place, and willingly could waste my time in it. “Oh, I see. Jessie Perram. “It’s guid to be merry and wise, It’s guid to be honest and true. Clara Pfister. “I will if I wanna. Florence Pfleger “She is a winsome wee thing. She is a handsome wee thing. Nettie Pfleger. “I am grown peaceful as old age.” “Listen.” Clarence Porter. “But my speech was shattered wholly. “Go on. Flora Putnam. “The young lady was a pattern of docility and correctness ” “It may seem strong but nevertheless it’s true. Harold Romanis. “I swore,—but did I mean it when I swore? “Oh, my yes.” Gladys Russ. “If ladies be but young and fair, they have the gift to know h. “Gee whiz.” Helen Satink. We gave her a hearty welcome. “Oh, Piffle. Esther Smith. She could read without great difficulty ” “I don’t care.” Harold Smith. “I’ faith his hair is of a good colour.” “For the love of somethin’. Carl Steigerwald. “His solid sense,—by inches you must tell. But mete his knowledge by the old Scotch ell.” “Nix on the comedy.” 47 Eva Snell. “If one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pure gold.” “Oh, for goodness sakes.” Florence Spernoga. “Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck.” “Aw, gawan.” Cecil Strauss. “All I can say is—I saw it.” “Geliy Neds.” Edward Svec. “A man severe he was and stern to view.” Leona Thoering. “She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d” “Wait a minute, will you?” John Tobin. “To give my head room You had best unroof the house.” “Ain’t it funny?” John Vobornick. “It’s safer being meek than fierce.” “Tell it to Sweeney.” Julius Smith. “The sultry suns of summer came And he grew thick and strong.” Emma Walker. “My memory’s no worth a preen. “That isn’t for little girls to know.” Elizabeth Wendel. “Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity. “Aw, quit your pokin’ fun out o’ me.” Loretta Wickson. “That infantine fresh air of hers!” “Great Caesar!” Ross Wilson. “Certain it was that he was a great favorite.” “Oh, that’s all right.” Lillian Zak. “Give me audience, good madam.” 48 alliterations Anna McCorkindale makes many maidens merry. Cecil Strauss sprouts slang, so several say. Helen Satink sings sad songs swell. Flora Putnam publicly 'pears proud. Gladys Russ reads rhymes rapidly. Ella Passig pushes pencils properly Clara Pfister’s perpetual phraseology pleases people. Anna Lucht learns lessons lately. Margaret Armstrong always answers amiably. Florence Spernoga’s “shut-up” sounds strong. Margaret Hayes hikes home hurriedly (fifth) hour. Leona Thoering transcribes tip-top. Myra Billenstein’s brains behave beyond belief. Elizabeth Wendell works wonderfully well. Rose Mullally may meet Mr. Murphy. Viola Osterland, our only obedient one. Mary Call certainly can chant charmingly. Florence Gilbride generally gabbles gaily. Leona Harrington habitually holds her head high. Florence Feller forever finds friends. Loretta Wickson walks willingly with winter weather. Elsie Mead manages many matters manfully. Marie Brcnnam babbles bountifully 'bout bargains. Jessie Perram’s plentiful practice pleases pupils. Lillian Zak’s zeal zigzags zealots. Rose Eggert evidently eats eggs eagerly. Mable Clark’s commendable cheeks create curiosity. Bertha M. Munz makes magic, musical meter. Senior J2etos A new nerve tonic has been introduced among the Senior Set Acting on the theory that the tongues of the Senior Girls consisted of nothing but nerve, Harry Hird, a patent medicine vender, induced one and all to try “Tongue Tonic.” The result has surpassed all expectation. The outcome is that every girl with a tongue is “nervy” and every girl with a nerve is “tonguey.” Later: The new “Tongue Tonic has been abolished by order of the Faculty. in (Commencement Speakers Joseph Bernstein Myra Billenstein Gertrude Colbcrg Frances Davis George George Groman John Tobin Lillian Zak Elsie Mead Leopold Class Sap Speakers Madge Barrett Malcolm Bollman Frank Crcbbin Alice Foster Florence Gilbride Margaret Hayes John McTigue Ferdinand Meier Clara Pfister Nettie Pfleger Flora Putnam Eva Snell Carl Steigerwald Ross Wilson 51 Alliterations for Senior JJops Bandlow’s brevity bespeaks bashfulness. Bernstein behaves best behind bars. Bollman bashfully banters between bells. Crebbin’s crayons create choice caricatures. Groman gathers great glory gracefully. Hach hurries home hungrily. Kramer keeps kindly knocking. Leopold looks long, likewise leaps lightly. McTigue manages maids manfully. Meier monopolizes many millimeters. Porter prattles perpetually, perhaps painfully. Romanis roams restlessly 'round ruminating. Rosenburg's resignation received regretfully. Steigerwald speaks surprisingly swell sentences. H- Smith seemingly studies several sessions. J. Smith’s size surpasses several, statistics show. Tobin tranquilly takes treasures, to tease. Vobornik's virtues visit and voluntarily vanish. Wilson’s winning wiles worry women. TL jc Voyage Sail on, sail on, O senior class Our year of work is almost past; Our trials, our tests will soon be o’er We'll leave the school to meet no more, We’ll leave our teachers and our fun To take up work that must be done. Sail on, sail on, O senior class, Sail on, sail on. Sail on, sail on, in after years Our path through life will have its tears; We cannot lie on beds of ease, For troubles rise like stormy seas; So work until when comes the test Each one can say, “I've done my best. Sail on, sail on, O senior peers, Sail on, sail on. 52 —ELSIE MEAD, 1911. 1£ 11 ormato � ocictp HE Kcrmaw Society of the High School of Commerce is now in its second year. The Society is composed of the Senior girls and was organized to promote friendship and good fellowship among the girls. Aside from establishing these, it aids us in an educational way. The members receive practice in parliamentary law and the whole organization is managed in a strictly businesslike manner. The name Kcrmaw is an Orean word, with a secret meaning that is surely an inspiration to those who know it The club meets the second and fourth Wednesday cf each month, and, when business matters are dispensed with, interesting programs arc rendered by the members. The programs embrace both literary and musical forms of entertainment. One of the rules of the Society is that no member is entitled to hold office twice. In this way nearly all members hold seme office during their Senior year, thereby dividing honors equally. The Kcrmaw Society entertained the football team in November and the Ecremmoc Society in January. The members were also guests at a delightful dance given by the Ecremmoc Society in March. As Junior girls become Seniors they are initiated into the mysteries of the Society. Miss Amidon, our faithful adviser, has worked with untiring zeal for the success of the Society and through her thoughtful and helpful suggestions has guided the girls along the right course, thereby winning their love and esteem. A good deed accomplished and sent forth into the world goes on forever, always growing; so it seems the formation of the Kormaw Society was an accomplishment which has given to the world better, wiser, and more intelligent girls. FLORENCE FELLER, ’ll. ©fficers of tfce formate ocietp FIRST TERM. President Bertha Munz Vice President Ella Passig Secretary Lillian Zak Treasurer Frances Davis Guard Margaret Armstrong SECOND TERM. President Florence Spernoga Vice President Helen Satink Secretary Leona Thoering Treasurer Florence Feller Guard Florence Gilbride THIRD TERM- President Marie Brennan Vice President Rose O’Connor Secretary Flora Putnam Treasurer Lillian Boehm Guard Gertrude Colberg iHetnbers Armstrong. Margaret Luntc, Florence Barrett, Madge McCorkindale, Anna Billenstein, Myra MuJlaly, Rose Boehm, Lillian Munz, Bertha Brennan, Marie Mead, Elsie Call, Mary O’Connor, Rose Clark, Mabel Osterland, Viola Colberg, Gertrude Passig, Ella Crowe, Esther Perram, Jessie Davis, Frances Pfister, Clara Egleston, Christine Putnam, Flora Feller, Florence Russ, Gladys Fox, Helen Reilly, Florence Foster, Alice Satink, Helen Greer, Adeline Spernoga, Florence Harrington, Lenore Strauss, Cecil Hayes, Margaret Snell, Eva Krewson, Ethel Thoering, Leona Kramer, Bertha Walker, Emma Kraus, Helen Wickson, Loretta Lehmann, Beatrice Wcndcl, Elizabeth Lucht, Anna Zak, Lillian 56 Cl)c Ccremmoc literary ls octetp THE Ecremmoc Literary Society is composed of boys who are members of the Senior Class of the High School of Commerce. This Society was organized by the Senior Boys of 1910, and re-organized at the meeting of the boys of the Senior Class of 1911, with a total membership of thirty. The object of the society is to promote friendship and personal interest among the members and prepare them along literary lines. At the first session it was decided to hold meetings the second and fourth Wednesdays of each month, and to elect officers each term. An executive committee was elected to prepare programs for all meetings which have been devoted to literary topics and to the discussion of current events. During the year parliamentary drills were carried on, and members were called upon frem time to time to express views upon different topics It was decided to take up debating to benefit the members of the Society, two of whom belong to the debating team. As a result many interesting and helpful debates on questions of deep importance have taken place. Some of the members of the Ecremmoc Society, George Groman, Frank Crebbin and Ferdinand Meier, have formed an orchestra which has furnished music for the club on several occasions. It was especially appreciated when the club entertained the Kormaw Society. At the beginning of the third term new members were admitted to the society, who, with the present Juniors, will carry on and extend the work of the society. We must not overlook the valuable help given us by our faculty adviser, Mr. Gehring, who aided us with good advice and helpful suggestions. We trust that the Juniors of this year will continue the work of the Ecremmoc Society as successfully and profitably as has its present members. (Ecremmoc (Entertains WEDNESDAY, March twenty-second, was a day long to be remembered by the girls of the Kormaw Club. The Ecremmoc Society had extended an invitation to the club to be their guests on that occasion. In order that all the Senior girls might participate a special meeting of their society was held for the purpose of initiating the new members. The Ecremmoc boys proved capable entertainers and gave a delightful program. The Club Orchestra furnished the music, and dancing was therefore especially enjoyed. Refreshments were served by the club members who acted the part of caterers. Surely the Ecremmoc Society does entertaining in fine style, and the Kormaw Club members, one and all, voted them royal hosts. 57 0fftcer£ of tfje Ccremmoc Hiterarp ocietp FIRST AND SECOND TERMS. President . . . . Frank Crebbin Vice President. .. . . Harold Romanis Secretary . . Carl Steigerwald Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms. . Julius Smith THIRD TERM. President Ross Wilson Vice President. . . . . . . .John McTigue Secretary Harold Smith Treasurer ..William Kramer Sergeant-at-Arms. . ..George Leopold Bartunek, Otto iHemfoers McDermott, Edward Bernstein, Joe McTigue, John Bett, Francis Porter, Clarence Bollman, Malcolm Rauss, Howard Crebbin, Frank Romanis, Harold Gable, Edward Rosenberg, Louis Grcman, George Smith, Harold Hach, George Smith. Julius Heil, Otto Steigerwald, Carl Kaplan, Herman Svec, Edward Kramer, William Tobin, John Leopold, George Thacker, Arthur Libal, Edward Tuma, Edward Mayer, Lawrence Vobornik, John Meier, Ferdinand Wilson, Ross 59 5?igt) fetljool of Commerce ©refjestra A school orchestra, composed of pupils who are constantly coming and going, requires patient drill and many rehearsals. During the past year our Orchestra has played several times at rhetcricals, furnished most of the music for the Edaudivid Entertainment, furnished half the program for the Annual Concert, and is now preparing the Commencement music. Some of the players show a lack of confidence in themselves when playing in public, but this may be expected in almost every amateur musical organization. It is to be hoped that the interest of the pupils may lead more of them to make the necessary exertion to secure the very valuable training afforded in the rehearsals. The character of the music used is first class, the Annual Concert program showing such names as Socderman, Auber, Isenman, etc. Neither time nor effort is spared to add value and efficiency to the work of the High School of Commerce Orchestra. mmbtxti First Violin: J. O. Manville Bertha Kramer Ethel Kilfoyle Margaret Hayes Second Violin: Marie Bittel Edward McDermott Ruth Kerr Clarence Barber Trombone: H. C. Ditmer Cornet: H. McMyler Ferdinand Meier Bells: Francis Bett Drums: Pearl Palmer Arthur Haas Piano: Myra Billenstein Jessie Perram Grace Blanchard 61 Annual (Concert $igt) Retool of Commerce ©refjestra program, pril 21, 1911 Overture—The Eagle’s Nest....................... High School of Commerce Orchestra Selection—Pirates Chorus ....................... Chorus From “Tales of Hoffman”—Silent Now the Drowsy Bird......Offenbach Chorus Selection—Serenade ................... Male Quartet Two Numbers— (a) My Mammy’s Voice............... (b) Love’s Old Sweet Song......... Chorus March—American Patrol .............................F. W. Meacham High School of Commerce Orchestra INTERMISSION, FIVE MINUTES Medley of Scotch Sengs........................Arr. by L. O. de Witt Auld Robin Gray, Logic O’Buchan, Ye banks and Braes O’ Bonny Doon, Robin Adair, Afton Water, Cornin’ Thro' the Rye, Within a Mile of Edinboro Town, Maid of Dundee, Annie Laurie, Scots Wha Hae wi’ Wallace Bled, Auld Lang Syne. High School of Commerce Orchestra Selection—The Water Lily...........................Nicolai von Wilm Senior Girls Overture—Fra Diavolo ..........................................Auber High School of Commerce Orchestra Selection—Hunters’ Chorus ....................................Geibcl Male Quartet March—Swedish Wedding March................................Soederman High School of Commerce Orchestra Solo—Song of Waiting...........................................Helen Wright Florence Lamb Overture—America......................................Arr. by Theo. Moses High School of Commerce Orchestra Tosti Loomis . Malloy Isenman Sullivan 02 At the beginning of the year 1910, the problem that faced the faculty and athletic board was, shall we have a football team? It was a mighty big proposition too. Think of it! No money and green material, since but few of the fellows knew how to play the game. The decision was cast. Coach D. M. Evans issued a call for candidates, and over thirty aspirants responded. Among these Leopold, Steigerwald, Crebbin, Romanis, Porter and Corry were the only ones that had ever played the game. The rest were of the greenest kind. Coach Evans had to drill the fellows into the necessary plays and formations, and as a result little scrimmage was indulged in before the game with Lincoln came around. By displaying nerve and skill, which was certainly characteristic of our fellows, we made a good showing for our first game. We were beaten by a respectable score of 26 to 0. A severe blow was dealt the team, in this game, as Leopold was so badly injured that he was compelled to drop out. Our coach in this game noted the many defects of our boys and they] were given a hard week in scrimmage and signals. New plays and formations were introduced, and as a result our resources were now far in excess of our liabilities. The next game we played was against Central, who defeated us by the score of 46 to 0- The Central bunch was much heavier and had played together for years, but for all that we showed better form against them than against Lincoln, and we defeated their hopes by keeping them from scoring sixty points against our team. As a result of the hard game, the fellows were considerably battered up for the game with East. As to defensive work, we found East impenetrable, and they ran up 60 points. Allowing the game to go on for nearly double the usual time resulted in our fellows being terribly battered up. We entered the Glcnville game with Leopold back in harness. The fel- 65 lows worked hard in this game and at times took the Glenville bunch off their feet. In the back field Crebbin, Porter and Corry showed great form in breaking through the opposing lines. On the defensive work Romanis and Crebbin repeatedly dropped the Glenville team back for losses. This was the cleanest and best played game the team put up during the entire season. Our game with Akron was merely a slaughter about which it would be cruel to write. In this game our half-back Corry was severely injured, and this proved a severe blow to the team and dampened the spirits of the fellows, as Corry was one of our best players. The game with South High was played on a slow field. In this game Commerce made two touchdowns which proved to be the only points we gained during the entire season. Lebowitz intercepted a forward pass in the second quarter and ran sixty yards for a touchdown, while in the third quarter Jake Weintraub intercepted another forward pass and ran ninety yards for another touchdown. This put spirit into the fellows and we played the South Siders to a standstill, but lost by the score 25 to 10. The next week we met Tech and were defeated 30 to 0. This was a hard, grueling game, as our boys played in snow two inches deep. The season closed and the High School of Commerce was awarded the title, “Stellar Championship, upon which we can look back not with grief or shame but with proud feeling in our hearts that we had fought under adverse conditions to the very end. We have gained the respect of the other high schools by showing true spirit and gameness that is so desirable in a football team. Morally some of our fellows deserve more credit than star players on other teams who are sure of victory. Let us remember then, that our fellows were game to the very core and made of the best stuff It is as well to be a proud loser as a proud winner. It is only the low that can rise. We hope Coach Evans will not be discouraged but will continue to coach our teams, for we believe that in time he will be able to produce a team of the highest caliber. Let us. then every one, boost this sport with heart and soul and live in hopes. When the letters were presented the fellows were sorry that three of the faithful members were not given the award. The rule requires participation in five games. Leopold in the very first game was severely injured and was forced to quit for almost the entire season. Wilson at the beginning of the season knew little about the game and as a result played in four games only. William Corry, the captain of the football team of ’ll, was severely hurt in the Akron game and was obliged to drop out for the remainder of the season. As a result he played in but four games. Thus through misfortune these fellows failed to receive the letters. Manager Groman took care of his end of the business to perfection. He was always down to practice and encouraged the fellows who were hurt and kept up the spirits of the entire team. He certainly was the busy manager, and it was mainly through him that a financial stringency was avoided. 06 Just a Bream—Commerce bs. Lincoln THE “reds” had won the choice of goals. They elected to play with what little wind there was at their backs. Selbach of Lincoln placed the ball before him on the ground. The bell rang. He took two strides forward and the ball went sailing into the expectant group in front. For a moment there was grasping and turmoil among the “golds.” Then from the crowd emerged Romanis the “gold's” captain, with the ball under his arm running like the wind, without interference. His team trailed behind. He met the “reds” who had started at full speed down the field the moment the ball started. The first red” hurled himself at the runner, but Romanis swerved slightly and was missed. The second was passed in the same way, but the third caught him by the legs and threw him. Romanis fumbled the ball Crebbin who had been the nearest, scooped it up and proceeded down the field reeling off twenty yards before he was downed. The “golds” had recovered the advantage lost by the “reds” kick-off and were greeted with roars of applause. So the first half went. The throng swayed a little backward, a little forward, an inch lost, an inch gained, neither side scoring. The crowd yelled itself hoarse. First it was Commerce, then Lincoln, then a song, and again a yell, until the bell rang at which time the teams retired for the ten minutes of intermission. The play had been, as all good judges predicted, nearly equal. The reds” had a slight advantage with a pound or so in the line and about three behind. The second half started, similar to the first. The ball was on Lincoln's forty yard line. The game proceeded very slowly. Now a yard was made by an end run, now one by a line buck, now twenty or thirty by a punt, then back again. The ball always hovered over Lincoln’s forty yard line. The teams began to get desperate and put all their energy into the game. Both sides wanted to win. With about a minute and a half to play the score stood 0 to 0. Then with thirty seconds to play and the ball on the “reds fifteen yard line, Hilberer signaled for a try for goal. The ball was pasesd. Porter received it, and poised for a kick. The line held for a few seconds, then Gordon broke through, flew at Porter and struck him just as the ball left his toe. It seemed an age in its flight but luck favored the gold, for it settled right over the bar and between the poles. The crowd went wild, clapped their hands and yelled with all their might. The bell rang, the scrimmage cleared up, and there lay Porter unable to rise, but happy, having won for the “golds” a victory over the reds.” 67 HENRY R. REICH. 1913. r B o 1S1 El Bai L «• LAST year the success of our baseball team was indeed encouraging. Thanks to the coaching of Mr. Warfield we were able to grapple with our opponents with some success. Here we won our first victory in athletics against East and we hope to continue our good work. The dawn of the ’ll baseball season presents a good prospect. Coach Evans will make every effort to weld together a winning team. Although the loss of several players will be felt, there is plenty of promising material to choose from, and the Coach hopes to surpass the team put out last year. Frank Crebbin has been elected to lead the team, and Carl Stcigerwald has been chosen manager. ©ur Coat!) MR. D. M. EVANS, the first Professional Coach at the H. S. of C. is a graduate of Wesleyan College. Mr Evans is a star in the athletic line, having played on the basketball, baseball, and football teams of his college, along all which lines he certainly is a hustler. He is modest of his grand record at Wesleyan but his modesty for once proves a winning card. Mr. Evans has gained the good will of all the fellows, and never perhaps, has a coach on entering a new school so quickly become popular with the student body. He not only shines as a coach but, wonderful to relate, is also an energetic teacher and an all round good fellow. 69 Atfjlctic Association ATHLETICS at the High School of Commerce has been taken in strong doses. The teams, at first new and unorganized, now have high hopes for the future. The spirit of the student body tending to the promotion of athletics is indeed very encouraging. The entrance of Commerce into the Senate of the Cleveland High Schools, while it has not caused any great changes, has resulted in gaining the respect of the opposing schools. gasket IBall anb iErack leagues The basket ball and track leagues have been very successful this year. Four captains, Romanis, Crebbin, Weintraub and Hilberer were selected to lead the teams. Each captain selected his squad from those desiring to play. Each squad was given a color under which the teams enrolled and there were four groups, the Red, the Blue, the Green and the Gold. TOTALS Total Basket Ball Total Track Total Blue 15 44 54 S9 2 Green 35 w 2 Gold 33 35 Red 9 19J4 29 71 THE Basket Ball team of 1911 was a complete success Five of last year’s varsity were back in harness, so prospects for a good team were exceptionally bright, although one of the stars of last year’s varsity was missing in Captain MacAlpinc. When Captain Babe Hach issued a call for candidates many aspirants responded. Coach Evans was greatly pleased and soon built up a speedy team, composed of Captain Hach, Weintraub, Leopold, Crebbin, Romanis and Hird all of last year’s varsity. The season started with a dash, the strong team from Glenville High took us into camp to the score of 15 to 9. Not discouraged by this start, we next tackled East in one of the prettiest games of the season, in fact, one of the finest, cleanest exhibitions of basket ball played at East for many a day. We lost to the tune of 15 to 13. The next game with South we dashed into with might and main, and by displaying lightning speed and team work we were victorious over the South five, with the final count 26 to 10. The next week we played Tech. This game was full of excitement and was a complete mix up. But when the whistle sounded and the smoke cleared away we found ourselves on the losing ground, 20 to 15. The following week we took the Loyola bunch into camp by a close score 17 to 15. The next game, the most important one of the season, was also the roughest and most disheartening of any Commerce played. We were greatly handicapped by our weight and size, and our opponents from Lincoln High took us off our feet as only the “Lincolnites” could. We found easy sailing in the next game and emerged from the fray with Spencerian College by the score 24 to 13. Our friends from the West Side took the last senate game of the season by the score of 23 to 14. The faculty of the school composed of Messrs. Harrison, McMyler, Trace, Manville, and Coach Evans was played next, for the benefit of the varsity. The fellows evened up old scores, as the faculty received numerous bumps, while the varsity took revenge probably the sweetest during the entire season, the score being 27 to 17. The second team, composed of Lebowitz, Goldman, Donley, Sacha and Zak displayed much dash and vigor in all the games they played. The fellows showed good team work thus winning three out of the six games they played. 73 atfjletins ONE of the greatest events of the year at Commerce was the basket ball game, March 14, Faculty vs. Varsity. When the notice came around, a few weeks before the game, the boys postponed all their other dates so as to be able to bring their friends of the fair sex to this affair. It was expected to be a great game and the boys were so anxious to see it that they actually behaved for forty-five minutes in their home rooms, so as not to be compelled to join the daily 3:15 club. And they were amply rewarded, for it WAS a great game! The school takes good care of its faculty, as was shown by the fact that the teachers not on the team provided an emergency hospital equipment in the gymnasium, presided over by Dr. Hoover and a corps of trained nurses. They also had an operating table, (once a couch) the latest surgical instruments, and an arnica bottle, (which, most likely, was empty.) When the faculty team entered, they were greeted by a roar of applause that shook the building. The spectators were surprised to see the faculty arrayed in the latest style of basket ball togs. Mr. McMyler was the hit of the evening in his well-made suit which permitted of as much freedom as a lady’s hobble-skirt. We recommend Mr. McMyler’s tailor to all boys who wish up-to-date suits. Mr. Manville was the star of the game, shooting all the baskets—which didn’t count. One of the features of the game was the sensational shot by Romanis, of the varsity, while lying on the floor. Mr. Manville was persistent in his efforts to win the game for the faculty, even to the extent of trying to pull the ball from Romanis and Mr. Harrison, when the two had both their hands on it. But in spite of his heroic efforts the game ended with the score of 27 to 19 in favor of the varsity. Contrary to expectations, the emergency hospital equipment was not needed, although Mr Harrison’s foot bothered him for several days afterward, and Mr. McMyler was not as spry as usual in his classes the next day. The remaining three did not seem to suffer the effects of the game. Thus ended one of Jthe greatest events in the history of the High School of Commerce. It was a day that will not be forgotten by those who witnessed it. There was, however, one disappointing feature about it, and that was that the faculty were not awarded sweaters for their excellent work. 74 LOUIS ZAK, 1913. Basket 15aU feditbulr Date Score. Jan. 6, 1911 .H. S. c . 8 Glenville . 15 Jan. 13, 1911 .H. S. c . 13 East . 15 Jan. 20, 1911 .H. S. c . 26 South . 10 Jan. 27, 1911 .H. S. c . 15 Tech . 20 Feb. 3, 1911 .H. S. c . 17 Loyola . 15 Feb. 9, 1911 .H. S c . 10 Lincoln . 29 Feb. 15, 1911 .H. S. c . 24 Spencerian . 13 Feb. 24. 1911 .H. S. c . 14 West . 23 Mar. 14, 1911 .H. S. c . 27 -Faculty 17 Total LINE-UP. . 154 157 Weintraub Hach (Capt.) .... Leopold Center Crebbin Romanis Hird Sub Wilson, Manager. JJasfcfcall cfjebule, 19 U April 29, Open; May 5, Lincoln; May 12, Glenville; May 19, West; May 26, South. Date. Score. First Base, Second Base, Third Base Short Stop . Outfield... Manager ... April 29, 1910 . H. S. c. . .... 4 Central . . 6 May 6, 1910 . H. S. c.... 3 East .. 1 May 13, 1910 . H. S. c 1 South .17 May 20, 1910 ...H. S c 6 Tech .12 May 27, 1910 . H. S. c 0 Lincoln .. 3 June 10, 1910 ..H. S. c.. 8 West .12 June 17, 1910 . H. S. c.... Open Date Total 22 51 Pitcher Hasey Catcher .............Ben Stern ... .MacAlpine, Leopold ................Crebbin ...................Lusk .Libal, Smith, McCarthy ................Romanis 75 JJoarb of directors of tfje atijletit association Mr. Weimer President George Groman Flora Putnam Secretary Margaret Hayes Mr. Dutton Student Treasurer Louis Kanter Coach: Basket Ball Baseball Football George Groman Ross Wilson Carl Steigerwald .... Managers: . Basket Ball .... Baseball Jfootbail cf)ebule Date. Oct. 1, 1910..............H. S. C Oct. 8, 1910..............H. S. C Oct. 15, 1910...............H. S. C Oct. 22, 1910..............H. S. C Oct. 29, 1910..............H. S. C Nov. 5, 1910..............H. S. C Nov. 12, 1910..............H. S. C Total.......................... Score. 0 Lincoln........... 26 0 East............ 60 0 Central............ 48 0 Glcnville.......... 35 0 Akron.............. 90 10 South.............. 25 0 Tech............... 30 10 314 Lebowitz .........................................Left End Romanis (Capt.) .......................................Left Tackle Kirk ..................................................Left Guard Wilson and Katz......................................Center Steigerwald ..................................Right Guard Kantcr .......................................Right Tackle ............................................Right End Hilberer .....................................Right Quarter Leopold, Corry, Weintraub.........................Left Half Crebbin .........................................Right Half Porter, Sacha....................................Full Back 77 “Ctjc Class of 1912” WE have reached the third milestone in our journey through school life. The first mile was completed in the various high schools of this city, but the two miles last covered have been along that grand highway of learning, the High School of Commerce. Many have been the enjoyable times while on this journey, although obstacles have been encountered, to be sure. One more milestone must be passed ere the journey is ended, then the party will disband, each taking his own course through that longer journey, the journey of life. What joy filled the hearts of the members of this illustrious class, when the tidings that school was to open on September the sixth, instead of in October, spread broadcast. On that day everyone was happy for old friends were greeted and new ones found. Our work was taken up with a vim and it was evident that the seventy-eight boys and girls of this class meant business from the start. When it came to sports and other school activities this class was always found to be one of the foremost. As this was our second year together, we felt and displayed more school spirit, more push for the school and the class, than ever before, and as a result several of our football “stars” are 1912 men. In the Orchestra the class was represented by several apt musicians, and the Edaudivid, which we helped toward success by hard work, also afforded us all a good, jolly time. Debating! Let it be known that one of those sturdy wielders of “argument” was a 1912 man, who represents the Juniors very fairly and hints what we are going to do to sustain the school record during the coming year. Every participant remembers the sixteenth of February, nineteen hundred eleven as a great day in the history of this class, for on that evening the Juniors held their first party at which they entertained the Seniors. The affair was a great success from which all concerned derived a good time. In typewriting this class is proficient, and several of its members have made brilliant records for novices. A source of entertainment and excellent drill were the Literary Societies formed in the different English classs during the year. Thus record after record could be given to show where our class is excelling in other branches, but the few cited will suffice to show how we stand as regards school activities and school honors. On February the twenty-seventh, seventeen boys and girls left us for the land of Seniority, but compensation came, for at the same time even a greater number of Sophs decided to turn Juniors. On that day with glee did we watch the “freshies” as they made their way through the halls in quest of that “elevator” or in vain search for some class 78 room that had no existence except in a Sophomore’s brain. It took our thoughts back to our first day in high school. Next year we shall be Seniors, and the aim of our endeavors will be reached. Seniors, let us then say farewell to Junior habits for we will have to appear dignified, as is becoming to Seniors. THOMAS V. MURPHY. 1912. Juniors—Class of 1912 Albertson, Thomas Lamb, Florence Appleby, Emma Long, Wendell Bartunek, Otto Lucht, Frieda Bett, Francis Lunte, Florence Charvat, Sophie Lusk, Joseph Christman, Elroy Mahoney, Timothy Corry, William Martineau, William Crowe, Esther Marie McCormick, Howard De War, Ethel McDermott, Edward Dolan, Gertrude Murphy, Thomas Egleston, Christine Nutting, William Evans, Florence Oberg, Anna Fox, Earl Palmer, Nellie Gabel, Edward Petuska, Walter Grosser, Margaret Raus, Howard Groves, Mabel Raybon, Gale Guentzler, Irene Reilley, Florence Hedin, Esther Riggs, Janet Heil, Otto Rogers, Ada Heimberger, Amanda Rose, Sage Heintcl, Gustave Rosenberg, Ethel Hird, Harry Smill, Eva Hoffman, Edith Smith, Lester Horn, Vera Streeter, Harvey Heupel, Florence Thacker, Arthur Irvine, Johanna Thauvette, Charles Jacobs, Albert Tuma, Edward Jarus, Caroline Turney, Courtney Kaplan, Herman Turk, Julia Katz, Harry Wcel, Walter Kilfoyle, Ethel Weidman, Mabel Kirk, Howard Weiss, Tillie Koncana, Joseph Wicck, Hazel Korbel, Anna Wlecke, Olga Kramer, Bertha Yesberger, Merle Krauss, Helen Yoelson, Sarah 79 “Class of 1913“ THE annals of this famous class date back to October 4, 1909, when we entered this High School of Commerce to make names for ourselves that would last forever We arrived when the building was in great confusion, but we settled down to hard work. The one hundred and thirty-three members who survived that first year, feel that they would willingly again endure the things they did for the pleasure of at last becoming Sophomores. If we judge a man’s success by the amount of energy he expends in trying to become proficient in his work, the members of this class will some day become great men of the world. It is seen even now that the Sophomores are among the hardest working classes in this school. They are always willing to try to do their best in everything they undertake. Many of our number were so unfortunate as to be unable to carry on their work after their first year, but because of the new plan, whereby the pupils are promoted every term, their loss is not ielt as severely as it would otherwise have been. Those members of this Class of 1913, who are left, are the staunch ones and their influence is felt by all the pupils in the school. Our becoming Sophomores has made us more serious and it has also made us more proud of our school. Our members have made the class famous because of their standing in athletics. If investigation were made, one of the main reasons of the success of athletics in this High School of Commerce would be the fact that the Class of 1913 has stood behind all things with might and main. Some of the best athletes in the school belong to this great class. In our different classes, debates have been held at regular intervals with Mr. Weimer and Mr. McMylcr present as interested listeners. Mr. McMyler has an eye open at these times for material for the Inter-Scholastic Debates. This fact encourages the pupils to do their best and as the subjects are always interesting, the debates are well worth hearing. This goes to show that our class is good for something besides athletics. At the Edaudivid our members were again prominent, and they took parts in the different events. At the “candy sale” we further increased our popularity and we did our best to make it a success- Taking all things together, we think and hope that we have left a record behind us that will endure forever, and we hope that this class shall be able to keep up its fine record in the years that will follow. We also hope that the classes that follow us will keep up the record of the Class of 1913. 80 LIONEL RUSSON, 1913. opf)omores—Claste of 1913 Amundsen, Walter G. Apathy, Elsie Bittel, Marie L. Born, Edna C. Bowles, Edith M. Broz, Eugene F. Brunner, Elmer Burch, Harold Burk, Harry L. Bush, Harold Casey, Marie Chappell, William R. Clark, Alice Cole, Catherine Lucile Comer, Edna Cullen, Thomas Francis Day. Edwin Delahunt, Pearl Decker, Dorothy Constance Donberg, Harold Donnelly, James Eckerman, Ruby Eilers, William Ewing, Olive Fenwick, Ethel Fix, Herbert Fried, Robert C. Fryauff, Anna Gairing, Hclma Galloway, Howard Geiger, Albina Gilbert, Frank Gold, Esther Goldman, Harry Maurice Gommel, Hilda Glassman, Charles Goric, Esther Graves, Cletus W. Greenberg, Hyman L. Haag, Walter George Harbaugh, William Hasself, John Hcmmerlin, Ruth Mather Hertz, Fanny Hilberger, William Hoewener, Louise Houghton, Lucile Howorth, Frank C. Hessert, Gladys Inglehart Jares, Mary E. Kanter, Louis Kendall, Otis Kippstuhl, Edward Klein, Doris Klein, Fanny Klcinert, Raymond Klippel, Clara Koller, Andrew Raymond Kolinsky, Maurice Kosicky, Joe Kornber, Walter J. Kozminski, John T. Knable, Clyde D. Kutina, Mary F. Lebowitz, Maurice Harry Madden, Marie Martin, Ben Matchett, Eleanor Mendelson, Albert Michael, Lizzie Molitor, Meta Morrison, William Mrohaly, John G. Myers, Helen Nally, Florence M. Nielson, Emma Catherine Noble, Doris Evelyn Noss, Harvey F. Olsen, William M. Olstyn, Emily Osborne, Ruth E. Ott, Florence 81 g opfjomores—Class of 1913 Palevsky, Frances Pannackel, Charlotte Peotrowicz, Stephen Pollner, Walter F. Porter, Viola Putnam, Irene Ravitch, Rose Reehorse, Raymond Reeve, Ralph W. Reich, Henry R. Reinberger, Clarence Renz, Harold Rosenstein, Jacob Ruch, Ethel Ruch, Irene Russell, Alvcrna Morrison Russon, Lionel Sacha, Yaro Sakcr, Ernest W. Sammon, Mollie F. Samuels, Isadore Satava, Laura E. Schilly, Steve Schroeder, Ella Sebek, Maybell Shepherd, Anna Simak, Ernest J. Simonds, Esther Sipher, Eunice Smolik, Joseph J. Snyder, Pearl Snyder, Ruth Spencer, Tracy Spidell, Kathryn Stanton, Edna Stark, Carl Stark, Emma C. Sunkel, Charles H. Sweeney, Lucile Szczytkowski, Lillian Thow, Goldie Trneny, Clara Trneny, Frank Thorkelson, Hazel Tunajstick, Joseph F. Weintraub, Jacob Wilcox, Estelle Wolfe, Florence Zak, Louis Zipser, Maurice Zoller, Royal J. “Class of 1914” 44T VO you think that the High School of Commerce could run without us?” l-J asked a 1914 boy of your Historian. “I don’t know” was the guarded reply, ‘‘I shall have to look up your record to answer that important question.” “Cause, you see,” continued the boy, “we are two hundred and seventy-nine strong and the biggest class in school.” Such questions as this are frequently heard among the “Flats,” as the other pupils call us. And these questions usually result in a review of our greatness, and thus they serve to bring to light honors that we have received. Perhaps the High School of Commerce could get along without “Flats,” that, however, is doubtful, but we could not get along with the High School. At the time of our entrance, we now realize that we were quite green, but we are constantly showing the other classes that we can do some stunts both in lessons and in conduct. As to our former importance in school matters, a review of our records will answer. We are well represented among the champions coming from the Grammar Schools. We had three basket ball players, six men on foot ball teams, and three fine base ball fellows. We have a member of the track team that, last year, won the championship of the West Side, and one boy who is proud of the fact that his school came in last. Among other honored classmates are two actors, who took the parts of Julius Caesar and Cinna in Shakespeare’s great drama, and one boy who was president of his class The girls, too, were famous in Grammar School, for one served as prophet of her class in the graduating exercises, while two were prominent figures in a German play. In domestic science all were taught to cook, not only for themselves, but also for invalids. In fact they were well taught housekeepers; but that is all now Ancient History. In modern times, that is in our High School work, we have one member of our class who has received from Mr. Creig an “E” in Penmanship, and the whole world knows it took good hard work to do that. This again goes to show that “Flats” can do some stunts. As for showing originality, and ability in the use of English, a few samples of Freshman sayings will suffice. We are adepts in the use of the following: “Haint you,” “’Taint me,” “I aint got none,” “I loaned a pencil off 'em him,” “I leave my lessons go, and “That’s all the further I got.” Although we realize that expressions like these given are strong, we are not too proud to learn, and acknowledge that we hope to improve even in English, as we will need that later on in our school, and also in our business life. Reviewing these records, the Historian is positive that the High School of Commerce could not run without our class, and hopes that the full number will return as 1911-1912 Sophomores. HOMER TWITCHELL, 1914. 83 —Class of 1914 Jfrcsljmen Abram, Dorothy Adelman, Rose Annable, Robert Apfel, Bertha Appleby, Margaret Assmus, Fred Aults, Eleanor Barry, Helen Barber, Clarence Bauer, Robert Baxter, Ross Bender, George Bender, William Bergold, Fred Berrenbaum, Lilly Berger, Wililam Bett, Elmer Beyer, Fred Bisig, William Blanchard, Grace Block, Andrew Bomstein, Fannie Bowlin, Truwery Bozuszkiewicz, John T. Brady, Mary Bratburd, Edwin Bratburd, Flora Brown, Louisa Brugge, Irvin Brunner, Otis Buch, Isadore Buehler, Flora Buesch, Lucy Caine, Howard Caldwell, Ruth Champlin, Marion Cohn, Joseph Coll, Yetta Colvin, Vilas Condon, William Crawford, Ora Curphey, Bertha Curtiss, Grace Darnbrook, Henry Delamater, Edward De Vere, Frances Dimendstein, Sam Eoak, Vernice Adelaide Dolezall, Anthony Donberg, Marguerite Dorsey, Florence Dunaysky, Charles Eckerman, Hazel Egleston, Doris Elsoffer, Arthur Euchre, Harvey Evans, Vera Faus, Mildred Fawcett, Hazel Fedcr, Frieda Field, Thos. W. Fischer, Henry Fitzgerald, John Francis Flandera, Frank Floodstrand, Thomas Fornason, Martha Forsberg, Arthur Frankel, Frieda Frash, Kenneth Freed, Jessie Friedman, Celia Froelich, Florence Gaiser, Eleanor Galloway, Hazel Gedecn, Helen Glyn, Thomas Gibbons, John Gibson, Clarence Gilliland, Robert Goldberg, Edward Goldman, Ben Goldman, Helen Goldstein, Samuel Gordon, Anna 84 Jfresljnten—Class of 1914 Graetz, Sidney Kraus, Mildred Griffith, Myron Krauss, Clara Guhl, Mary Krauss, Walter Guhl, Lydia Kriedeman, Edna Haag, Richard Krivets, Anna Haas, Arthur Kuba, Frank Hoffey, Anna Lawrence, Harold HafFord, John Lewis, Harry Hammer, Paula Lyon, Ethel I. Hennessey, Leo Luskey, Rose Henning, Edna Lamp, Rosa Herbst, Bella Lifshitz, Isaac Herold, Raymond Laufman, Hattie Herron, Raymond Luther, Frank Herskovitz, Abraham MacKenzie, Grace Heupel, Carrie Mantey, Elma O. Hitchcock, May Markoff, Elsie Hohman, Margaret Martin, May Honchette, Leda May, Carl Horak, Adelaide Mayer, John D. Horn, Leona McCafferty, William Huge, Erma McKee, Donald Isaac, Myrtle McKenzie, Charles Isaac, Walter McMillen, William Jelinck, Irene McTigue, Hubert D. Jokay, Elsie Mead, George Jokay, Karla Mccrmans, Eleanor Kach, Grace Merrick, Ralph Kaiser, Florence Mettel, Beatrice Kamnetzky, David Mezevitz, Isadore Kerr, Ruth Miller, Claire Kiefer, Anna Minch, Edward Kilbane, Mary U. Moellering, Alvina Kilrain, Edward Mollitor, Lillian Kimenetzky, Sarah Monahan, May Kirian, Edward Moskovitz, Stella Klonowski, Helen Mueller, John Knorr, Lillian Mullen, Ralph Kocsy, Szilard Murphy, Eleanor C. Korbel, Louis Murphy, Leona Koshetz, Bennie Nest, Elsie Kovach, Margaret Normile, Wilbert 85 Jfresijmen— Class of 1914 Oestreich, Louise Smith, Adelbert Orwiler, DeLeon Smith, Ruth Oviatt, Isabelle Snider, Pearl Peach, Helen Scloman, Sarah Pleasance. Gertrude M. Souden, Ralph Potts, Joseph Splite, Ernest Prasek, Lawrence Stanley, Pearl Puls, Arthur Stark, John Puska, Ksenia Strasbourger, Miriam Putsch, Fred Strauss, Frances Rafferty, Mildred S toff el, Viola Randolph, Amanda Suss, Frank D. Rapport, Morris Svec, Lillian Rayner, Beatrice Swancott, Helen Rcdfcrn, Alice R. Tapp, John Reiches, Dora Talke, August Reilley, Hazel E. Theurer, August Reinker, Roy Tibbitts, Fred Reisinger, James Todd, Mary Rezac, Edward Tomchik, Andrew Rheinhart, Lotta Tupa, Stella Rife, Florence Mae Twitchell, Homer Rivkin, Libbie Vanderink, Albert Root, Arthur Verrell, Elmer Rothbert, Lewis Volf, Frank Schmidt, Geo. Wagenbaur, Elsie Schoctovitz, Abraham Walsh, Emma M. Scholtz, Ella I. Weidman, Grace Schwartz, Joe Weinberg, Hyman Scovill, Harold Weinberg, Mollie Seeger, Rita Weiner, Irvin Selmanovitz, Frances Weise, Herman Seman, Andrew Weiss, Lena Shannon, Charles F. Weiss, Stella Shannon, Florence Weiss, Yetta Shaughnessy, Marie Weissman, Esther M. Shore, Arwood Wischmeyer, Charles Sicha, Lawrence Wiseman, Leland Siebenhair, Margaret Winsper, Alice R. Silberman, Edith Yanachek, Helen Silberman, Meyer Zarg, Alvira Sinton, Alfred Zerdler, Elmer Zoller. , Raymond SEPTEMBER. 6. School opens with much pomp and solemnity. 16. George Groman makes a speech- 23. Senior Class organized. Athletic Association meets. 26. First music lesson. Began bravely. 28. Those familiar little bits of pasteboard, report cards, again doled out. 30. Kormaw and Ecremmoc Societies meet for first time. OCTOBER. 1. Football season opens. Lincoln vs. Commerce. 7. Rev. W. P. Pickard, Supt of St. Luke’s Hospital, spoke to us. 8. Central 46—Commerce 0. 11. Many pupils excused to see auto parade. 12. First introduction to Civics. Senior meeting. A little argument between John Tobin and Walter Bandlow takes place. 13-14. Thursday and Friday off to celebrate centennial. 15. East 60—Commerce 0. 17. Civics again. 19. Kormaw meeting. 20- Beatrice Lehmann appears with her hair dressed in a new style. 21. Home talent rhetoricals. 22. Glenville 36—Commerce 0. 87 25. George Hach lost two buttons off his coat. Threatens to sue school. 26. Class pins chosen. 28. Rev. W. M. Tippy, Pastor Epworth Memorial Church, spoke on “The Noblest Motive of the Public.” 29. Akron 90—Commerce 0. Corry borne to the Hospital after being hurt in “that rough game.” NOVEMBER. 1. Mr. John Davey spoke on Forest Preservation ” 2. Kormaw initiation. Braids in evidence. 4. Typewriting contest. 5. South 25—Commerce 10. 8. Strange signs bearing mysterious messages appear. 9. Senior meeting. Annual board elected. 10. There was a discovery made. Something is going to happen Dec. 9. 15. Seniors decide to have an Informal. 17 They’ve told us now. It's an Edaudivid. 25. Elsie Mead lost another umbrella. 29. Piano moved to basement by half a score of stalwart lads. 30. Kormaw spread for football boys. DECEMBER. .2. Dr. A. C. Ludlow, Pastor of Miles Park Presbyterian Church, spoke to us. 6. First booth appears. Hooray, that’s something like! 7. Helen Reece’s hat sailed down the Cuyahoga River. Two ungraceful booths in the foreground. 8. Anxious preparation. Many recitations neglected. 9 The day is here! There were notably poor recitations, but IT was a great success. 13. Elsie Mead arrived at school on time. 14. Much debate about Senior Party. “Movin’ Pitchers” on Chemistry. 15. Basketball begins. Commerce Seconds 28—Ramblers 16. 16. Periods shortened. Mr. Hoover showed some stereoptican views at rhetoricals. 19. One week more to do Christmas shopping. 20. Coach was seen with a girl. 22. Senior Informal. Christmas rhetoricals. 22 to Jan 3. One long stretch. 88 JANUARY. 3. Everybody sleepy. 4. Helen Recce's last day at school. 6. Almost used to school again. 13. Mr. Miner lectured on “Ancient Shorthand. East 15—Commerce 13. 16. Mr. Heald has an awful cold. 17. A flat was caught sliding down the banister early in the morning. 18. Florence Gilbride wore a green, green tie. Cecil Strauss elocuting from “Macbeth,” And I met him, bread to bread.” 19. Parker C Woodson demonstrated on the Remington machine. 20. Rev. Harrison E. Cooley spoke about London. South 10—Commerce 26. 23. Rally. 27. Lecture by Mr. F. E. Stevens, Asst. City Solicitor. Technical 20—Commerce 15. 30. Trifle gloomy. 31. Oh, that nitric acid, “Odah.” FEBRUARY. 1- Kormaw initiated new members and had their pictures taken 3. Mysterious lecture for boys. Girls go home early. Loyola 15—Commerce 17. 8. New class officers elected. 9. Bargain day. Ice cream $.04 in Lunch Room. Lincoln 29—Commerce 10. 13. Invitations issued for Junior Informal. 14. Some received “beautiful” valentines. 15. Spencerian 13—Commerce 24. 16. Junior Informal. 17. Debate with West. Hooray! Unanimous in our favor. Rev. H. M. Dascomb spoke to us. 20-21. “Reign cf Terror.” 22. Washington’s Birthday. 23. Senior Informal. 24. West 22—Commerce 13. 27. “School has resumed,” 60 new flats enrolled. New Seniors invade Room 6 at 9:52 1-2 A. M. 28. Proof of Seniors' pictures circulating around the room. 89 MARCH. 1. Much criticism of Seniors’ pictures. 3. Mr. Stein of the Baily Co., demonstrated the process of manufacturing wall paper. Mr. Noble Sissle sang at rhetoricals. Central High Glee Club concert. 8. Leslie Wilson made record of 226 words on a Smith Premier. 9. Mr. MacLane, Principal of Normal, spoke to us. 10. Great promises for March 14. 14. Faculty 17—Varsity 27. Mr. Manville made a basket. 16. Lady Faculty 2—Girl Varsity 15. Chicken vs Appetite in Lunch Room. 17. Half session just like any other school. 22. Big time! Ecremmoc dance. 24. Dr. Howe, President of Case School of Applied Science, spoke to us. 29. Seniors’ trip to Sherwin-Williams Co. 30. Debate with Central. Unanimous in our favor. 31. Lecture by Dr. Gallager. MAY. 5. Class Day. Two plays presented. Class prophets—Clara Pfistcr, Frank Crebbin. 23- Commencement. Faculty Choice: George Groman Lillian Zak Joseph Bernstein Gertrude Colberg Frances Davis Myra Billenstein John Tobin Class Choice: Elsie Mead George Leopold oo iflp Srcatn IT was long after midnight when I closed the last of my books and finished the last of the lessons for the succeeding day. How many times I had cried over that old geometry, or condemned the English teacher for giving me a theme to write when the other work was so heavy, or scolded myself for ever entering a four-year business school, I am not going to say. It is enough, to admit that I looked on myself as the most unfortunate girl alive, since I had so often received grades of passing when I looked for E’s; so often had sat until morning, working, when it seemed that no one else in all Cleveland was worked so hard. As I was saying, it was long after the midnight hour on this particular night that the somewhat singular events contained in this narrative, took place. I had just finished writing the last page of the theme to be given in the next day when I heard the footsteps of Aunt as she came down the hall from her own room. When I heard them, I hastily climbed into bed, and when she called to know if I were asleep, I did not answer, for I knew that then she would go back with the impression that I had long since ceased studying. I could hear her steps go down the hall, returning to her room, the sounds growing fainter and fainter until it seemed to me that the way must be a very long one. While I lay thinking over the last proposition I had worked out, I noticed that the room seemed singularly light. I knew that the arc light on the corner could scarcely cast its rays so far, and then too, this light seemed to be more soothing and caressing than the garish electric one. I raised myself in bed and looked intently in the direction of my Bible and crucifix which were on a stand facing the bed. Then I saw what had caused the light. A most beautiful woman was standing by the stand, one hand resting on the Bible and the left one extended toward me She was clothed in robes of some filmy material and her hair loosely flowed from a plain band of white about her head. More than this I did not take time to notice for I saw by her waiting attitude and the slightly extended left hand that she wished me to come to her. I arose and knelt in front of her, for singularly enough, I felt no fear notwithstanding the hour, and the silence of the waiting figure. She led me to the window and I divined that her purpose was to take me on some journey, since, when we came near the window, she pointed with a grand sweep of her arm, out over the homes and hovels of the sleeping city. I threw about me a heavy robe and taking the arm of my mysterious companion stepped once more to the casement by her side. It was then, as we stood looking out over the myriad lights, flickering and signalling, that the first word was spoken by the spirit, for such I now conceived it to be. As we came near to the casement and looked out, some idea of the purpose of my companion came to me, and I drew slightly back from the open window, when I looked down and saw that the height was great and the air 92 keen with frost. But never, I think, while I live shall I hear a sweeter voice than the one which said in reassuring tones: ‘‘Be not afraid, my daughter; I only wish to show thee some scenes on that great stage out there. Trust me, and do not speak at any time during our journey. If thou dost doubt me, take the crucifix with thee; I can say no more than this,—the Master sent me.” I was ashamed of my doubts and would not be so rude after this speech as to take the crucifix. When I had taken her hand, it seemed but an instant until we were out of the room and in a totally strange portion of the city. The street was narrow and seemed little used for traffic; for I could see by the light of the moon and in spite of the falling light snow, the outlines of stones, bricks, and here and there a fragment of a child’s wagon or other plaything lying on the ground. These things were before my eyes but a moment, when I saw that we were peering in at the window of a poor sort of dwelling. Although it was after midnight, a woman was sitting by the light of a kerosene lamp sewing buttonholes in a coarse shirt, such as are worn by the rough laborers of a city. Her fingers moved nimbly, and when one garment was finished she drew another from a huge pile at her side and the operation was repeated. At the other end of the rough old table was a girl, no younger than myself. She had evidently been working over some task assigned her in the book open before her, for when my eyes turned from the older woman to the girl I saw her close the volume and coming round the table to the mother’s side, she imprinted a kiss on the faded hair. The wrinkled, careworn faca lighted as its owner said, ‘‘Most through, Jean?” ‘‘Yes, mother, and now I am going to help you with the shirts.” “No Jean, you must go to bed, and as soon as I have finished this pile, I am coming. I have good news for you- John says he sold thirty more papers tonight that he has ever sold in one evening before, and that means that you can have that new dress we saw the other day. I needed only a little more to make up the amount.” “But mother, what are you going to do for the medicine for your cough? I thought you were going to doctor yourself with that money.” “No, dear girl, you must get that education; my cough is better, and if we can stick through two more years, you, with your fine education, are going to earn enough to give me all I need in the way of comforts. Run along, now, and send up a prayer for daddy out there in the big mills.” Tears sprang into the eyes of Jean as she kissed the eyes of the woman and with the mother fondly watching her walk over the bare floor to the cot in the next room, I saw no more. We were in another part of the city and peering in at the window of a room decorated with a few torn banners and carpeted with some worn and tattered rugs. A student with tired face was poring over a huge sheep bound volume spread open on his knees. There was no fire in the room and he, consequently, had arrayed himself in one of the bed blankets, from a dilapidated cot in the corner. Every item of the furnishings 93 indicated poverty and looked as if it never knew the magic touch of a woman’s hand, from which I inferred that he was working his way through school. While I was busy with these conclusions the room seemed to melt away before my eyes and like a moving picture scene, the next act in the drama unrolled. On an upper floor of one of the city’s sky scrapers were two old women. One, by her brogue, I recognized as Irish, and she was exchanging confidences with a large, red faced woman, whom she designated by the name of Gretchen. “Sure, Mrs. Schneider, thot boy Danny o’ mine is a darlin’. He’s makin’ foive dollars a wake on the strates and ivery blissed Saturday noight he brings near to four of thim home to his ould mither. Och, Gretchen, its a grate toime we’ll be havin’ whin Danny gits his eddication out at Casey’s School and takes me an’ Pat out west to thim mines he’s always talkin’ about. He don’t know, bless his heart, that his mither is working up here foive nights in the wake an’ addin' to the nest egg he has in the bank. Sure, me back’s about broke with the wurruk and I have all I kin do to kape the sacret but he’s the only boy I got lift, an’ I love him so much that I git silly ivery time I talk about ’im, an’ —an’—he’s goin’ to git that lamin’.” Here she seized the scrubbing brush and set to work again her old voice lilting away brokenly on “Kathleen Mavourneen.” Before I could catch the reply of Gretchen who seemed to have a story of her own to tell, we were standing before another window The interior of this house was of better appearance than the others but I had no eyes for the surroundings of the two ladies who were conversing earnestly on some subject. Each was sewing on some article of a girl’s clothing and some of the pieces looked remarkably like my own dresses at home, which I knew, however, were not yet being made up. What drew my attention more than anything was the loving expression on their faces as they cut and measured and basted until the garment began to assume some form. And all the time when the shears were not busy the voices went on and the sole topic was “the girl.” “She will like this.” “That will be becoming to her, don’t you think?” “I hope she passes in her mathematics this term.” And then the shorter one said, I must go see if she is asleep. I am afraid she will sleep cold tonight.” At this point, the mist seemed to fall from before my eyes and I recognized the room and surroundings and knew that I had seen my dear aunts at work for me and had solved a problem not in the arithmetic, namely, why they always sat up so late. With tears in my eyes, I turned to my guide, when lo! she had vanished, I was in my own room and straight before me was the Bible and crucifix illuminated by the level rays of the moon streaming through the closed window. I lay for a moment thinking of all I had witnessed and then fell on my knees by the stand, with thanks in my heart and on my lips for the lesson I had learned that night. 94 FLORENCE M. OTT. 1912. 2In Jmaginarp 2Erip to tfje ifloon ONE clear, cold night in the year 2000 some friends and myself started for a trip to the moon. We sailed in an airship until we reached the end of the atmosphere, then we resorted to our ethership, which sails through ether just as an airship sails through the air. We carried tanks of liquid air sufficient for breathing purposes. Oh what wonderful sights we saw. Knowing that we had taken paper with us, one of my friends said to me, “Let’s make notes of everything interesting we sec.” I agreed, but alas! we had forgotten both pen and ink. What were we to do? Suddenly we noticed a large bird fly by. “Try to get one of its feathers,” I said, “that will make an excellent pen.” After much scrambling, during which the ethership was in danger of being upset, we finally succeeded in securing two large feathers. Now what were we to do for ink? I had often read stories of people who signed their names in blood. Why couldn’t I? That would make the story of the trip more adventuresome and exciting I proceeded to prick my finger with the point of my pen and wrote my notes with blood. As we sailed on we saw our old friend Skygack from Mars taking notes in his note book. He invited us to Mars, but as we were in a hurry to reach the moon, we declined the invitation. Skygack therefore sent a wireless message to Moongack telling him to be prepared to receive us. Then he asked to join our party. We agreed and he entered our ethership and sailed with us. We asked Skygack what he thought of the earth people. He said he did not wish to offend us but that he thought they were a very peculiar and noisy class of people. He showed us his note book and oh! what queer looking characters it contained. They certainly looked as if they might be more difficult to read than any of our shorthand characters. Upon reaching our destination we were met by all the moon people headed by their king. They showed great pleasure at meeting us and were anxious to hear news from the earth. We could not speak their language, however, so had asked Mr. Skygack to act as interpreter. As we were very hungry the king invited us to his palace for breakfast and such a breakfast as it was, fresh honey and moon berries! We were surprised that none of the celebrated green cheese appeared on the table. We asked the people whether they ate much of this famous cheese but were laughed at by them for that is what their planet is made of and we could not very well deprive these people of a home by eating their planet. After breakfast we took a street car ride to Moonville, the great business center of the Moon. Much to our surprise the car was no pay-enter, neither was it crowded. Even at this early hour the streets of Moonville were crowded with people hurrying to and fro. The shops were already open for business and we entered one of them just to gratify our curiosity. It happened to be a store 95 where wearing apparel was sold On the counters were displayed clothing and shoes similar to those which Skygack wore. We left the store and passed down the streets until we came to a stand where a man was selling what we thought were small clay models, but upon examining them more closely we found they were made of cheese. We bought several of these thinking to take them to our friends but alas! the temptation for a taste of cheese became so great that we ate them instead. After passing some time in Moonville, we again entered a street car and rode into the country. This country was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Such exquisite flowers and trees were never to be seen on the earth. We picked great bouquets of Jupiter flowers, so called because they had been imported from the planet Jupiter. We walked quite a distance over the country road until we reached a small lake called the Eye Lake because it forms the Moon’s Eyes. This lake was very clear and we were told to look through it. We did so and were surprised to discover that we could see down upon the earth and all that was happening there. We were now convinced that the moon really had eyes, and no argument however strong, against this from our earth friends, could change our opinion. As we had been gone for a long time, one of my friends suggested that we go back to Moonville and get our dinner. We thereupon walked to the car, got aboard and rode back to town. We inquired for a good restaurant and were directed to a queer looking building facing the main business street. The food served here was very good with the exception of the soup which was so thin that we all agreed that the name Atmosphere Soup was certainly appropriate. In the afternoon wc went to what we thought was a foot ball game but upon arriving at the grounds we saw that the players were kicking a head cheese instead of a foot ball. These head cheeses as you may imagine did not last very long and a supply of them was kept at one side of the field so that a fresh one could be easily gotten when it was needed. The game was an exciting one, the score at the end of the first half being 6 to 6. There was no time limit after the first half, the game being called off as soon as the supply of head cheeses was exhausted. The final score was 10 to 8, favor Case School or, in English, Cheese School. While we were enjoying ourselves at the game several of the more curious moon people had been investigating our ether ship and by some false move had started it toward the earth. When we looked for our ship we found it was gone and as we were to go home that night we were greatly distressed. Finally Skygack told us that every evening an old woman on a broom came to sweep the cobwebs from the sky. Skygack had often ridden down to the earth with her and she would probably take us if he asked her. We saw her ride by and Skygack asked her to take us down to the earth, and, seeing we were his friends, she agreed, and we rode home in a unique but safe manner. IRENE GUENTZLER, 1912. 96 Sunrise EARLY one fine morning, I was awakened by the twittering and chirping of birds in the apple trees near my windows. I dressed hurriedly, for I intended to take my dog, Jack, for a nice long walk before breakfast but I heard such a sudden commotion outside, that I looked out to see what was the matter. Eight noisy robins were trying to get possession of a poor little worm, but soon got tired of quarreling and each went to find food for himself. It was very interesting to watch them but when I looked up toward the east I forgot everything else, for I was looking upon one of the prettiest sights that I have ever seen. The eastern sky was full of beautiful clouds. Two large ones, in crimson and gold, were directly opposite me, and were unbounded by a multitude of small, gray ones. I thought they resembled two mountains and the sheep which graze in the valleys near them. The sun was just peeping up behind the mountains, and as I watched it ascend higher and higher, I thought how like our lives was the scene presented. We were once like the sheep, playing and enjoying ourselves. Then as we worked harder and became stronger, we became like small mountains, each trying to occupy a place, distinct from the rest. Then as we become more powerful, and gain in strength and wisdom, we, like the sun, are striving to reach our zeniths. Let us try to reach the highest point we can, for, as Lowell says, “Not failure but low aim is crime.” EMMA APPLEBY, 1912. “©len tarns ®rabeparb” IN the southeastern part of Ireland, in the valley of the river Slaney, lies the quaint little village of Glen Carrig. On the slope of an adjoining hill stands Glen Carrig House, the imposing residence of Colonel French. This house in early days had served as an abbey or monastery, but the members of the French family, into whose hands it had fallen, had eventually turned it into a fine dwelling place. An atmosphere half of awe and dread and half of romance mingled with superstition still slung to the house, and this was increased by the proximity of an old, ruined church which still adjoined the abbey-dwelling. About fifteen years prior to the time of our story, a man named James Lennon, while passing through the graveyard, had been murdered. His body was left under the old ivy-covered wall, where it was later discovered by a workman. The people of the neighborhood wisely nodded their heads over reports that Lennon’s ghost was often seen prowling around the old church ruins in the dim twilight. The graveyard, the old church and the ivy-covered wall, in the dim light of evening, makes one, even today, shudder and fear, 97 when he recalls that ghosts have been seen stalking around the old ruins, and most of the villagers would go out of the way rather than pass the scene of Lennon’s murder after nightfall. It was dusk. In a small, three-room cot on the outskirts of Glen Carrig village sat sat Andy Doran, the cobbler, busily working on a pair of boots. Andy, as well as being a good cobbler, was also a fine story-teller. On all the traditions and superstitions about ghosts, farics and hidden pots of gold, in which the peasantry of that locality were firm believers, he was well posted. The young fellows of the village were in the habit of gathering around Andy’s cheerful hearth during the evening. They would watch him ply his trade, but what they enjoyed more than anything else was to listen to his entertaining yarns of which he seemed to have an unlimitd supply. “The boys are late tonight,’’ said Andy as, stepping his work for a minute, he lit his pipe with a piece of glowing peat. His words were addressed to his wife, Shela, who, looking up from her knitting, replied in a kind tone: “Why they’ve plinty of time yit; it’s only half after sivin.’’ “Shela, there is a story which I have been thinking of all day, and I think I’ll till it to the boys.” “Here they are, Andy!” exclaimed Shela. The door opened and in stepped Bill Mooney, the village blacksmith, with five companions. “God save all here,” said Bill. “God save ye kindly, Bill,” responded Andy, faithfully carrying out the Irish custom of salutation. After all were seated Andy said, “As I was jist saying to Shela, a story me grandfather tould me has been on me mind all day.” “Let’s hear it, blurted out Darby Redmond. “Shure,” says Andy, “me grandfather tould me a hundred times how old Pether Duff’s grandfather became suddenly rich. Pether's. grandfather claimed he got the money from an uncle who died in California; but me grandfather said he knew better, and that it was a pot of goold ould Pether’s grandfather dramed of at Tubbercurry graveyard and that when he got the money he pretinded that it kirn from America.” When Andy had concluded his tale, which told of goblins and hidden treasures, old Tim Hurley, the local postman, who had listened open-mounted, said, excitedly, “Be dad, Andy, I often thought there was a pot of gold hid somewhere in the ould graveyard above.” And he pointed mysteriously toward the French house and the adjoining graveyard. “Them’s me sintiments, too,” replied Andy, “and some of us will live to see it come thrue.” In Andy’s audience that night were Marshal, the butler. Tom Nolan, the coachman, and Ned Brady, a local character, commonly known as Tip, all of whom were employed at Glen Carrig House. On their way home, while 98 talking about Andy’s story of the pots of gold, Tip suddenly exclaimed, “Let s play a joke on the ould man, boys.” “A fine scheme, Tip,” answered Marshall, “what shall it be? “Leave it to me, boys, and I’ll fix one up,” suggested Tip. “Very well, Tip,” they laughingly assented. By this time they had reached Glen Carrig House, and as it was very late, they retired for the night. A few days later, when Tip went down to the village for the mail, he called on the old cobbler. “Andy,” said he, “I had a quare drame last night. “And what might the drame be about?” asked Andy. “Well, I drimt that there was a pot of goold berrid at the foot of the ould whitethorn bush above in the graveyard, under the master’s garden wall,” whispered Tip. “Arrah musha, Tip, do you tell me so!” “It’s as thrue as I’m standin’ here, Andy.” Well,” said Andy, you’ve got to drame it thrice before it’ll come thrue. But for the love of heaven don’t mention it to man or mortial.” “All right,” said Tip, as he was going out of the door. A few days later Tip called again. “Be gob. Andy, I drimt it agin last night.” “You’re in luck, me man,” replied Andy, “but as I tould you before, hold your whist until we see will it come to you agin.” Tip didn’t show up again for ten days. One morning early he entered Andy’s cot all excitement. “I had her agin last night, Andy.” “You don’t say so. Tip,” responded Andy, his eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets. “Yis, Andy, but this time I drimt after I had dug down to the pot a horrible creature with two heads an’ about eight foot tall kim roaring and shaking a lot of chains that was fastened to him and fairly frightened the very soul out of me.” Andy jumped up, and seizing Tip’s hand, said, “Me boy, our fortune’s made, but, as I tould you before, don’t brathe it to anyone. Tomorrow night, please God, we’ll git that pot of goold if the divil himself kirns howlin’ around with all the chains in the country fastened to him. Meet me tomorrow night at the graveyard, about eleven o’clock and bring along a good sharp pick and a strong spade.” In the meantime, Andy arranged with Marshal and Nolan that Marshal was to take some chains up into an old apple tree that hung over the garden wall near the old whitethorn bush. When Tip and the cobbler were well along with the digging, he was to yell and rattle the chains. Tip was to drop his spade and run for his life, while Nolan and two or three others were to be at the graveyard gate to yell when the cobbler came running out and give him a double scare. 99 During the day, the cook and housemaid heard Tip and Marshal making their plans, but the only part of the conversation they could hear plainly was, “Eleven o’clock tonight in the graveyard.” Womanlike, their curiosity was aroused, and when Marshal went away they begged Tip to let them into the secret. But he, being a good judge of human nature, knew that if he told them all they would probably spoil the fun, so he told them not to say anything to the butler or Nolan, but at eleven o’clock that night to steal softly down to the lower end of the garden and they would see for themselves. Cautioning them again not to open their mouths, he left them. Marshall nervously watched the clock, and at least fifteen minutes ahead of the appointed hour he was on hand. With the greatest secrecy he climbed the old apple tree with the chains concealed on his person. As the clock was strinking eleven Tip and Andy walked into the graveyard. Nolan and the others had previously stationed themselves outside the gate so as to be in readiness to carry out their part of the scheme. As they neared the spot, Tip said, “Andy, how much do you think will there be in the pot?” “Whist, you spalpeen; there’ll be enough to make us rich men for the rest of our lives. We’ll not let anyone know where it kim from, but there’s one thing certain, when we git it you kin marry any farmer’s daughter in the parish.” They now arrived at the old thorn bush, and Andy, taking off his coat, hurriedly began to dig. In the meantime the two girls had stolen out of the house, down to the end of the garden. The night being dark and windyj they succeeded in reaching the garden wall under the apple tree unknown to Marshall. A mysterious silence reigned, which was broken only by the sound of the picks and spades as they struck the hard, brown earth. Tip and Andy had been digging for about fifteen minutes, carefully looking over each spadeful of earth. They had several feet of earth thrown up and had not spoken a word. Suddenly a most unearthly yell was heard, followed by a vigorous rattling of chains.. Tip dropped his spade and ran like a lamp-lighter. The girls, not knowing there was anybody in the tree, screamed frantically, and one of them fell in a dead faint. Marshal, not aware of the presence of the girls, and taking the flutter of their white gowns for ghosts, was so frightened that he fell out of the tree breaking his collar bone in the fall. Nolan and the others, hearing the commotion, hastened around to see what was the matter. When they saw how things stood they were as badly frightened as the others. They helped Marshal and the girls to the house, then they returned, as they said, to calm the fears of old Andy. They found the old cobbler coolly digging away. When they climbed the wall and gave him the laugh he slunk home, as mad as the proverbial hatter. When the news spread about the village, poor Andy felt so bad about it 100 that he did not go outside of his house for a week. It was fully six months before the boys summoned courage enough to pay Andy a visit. But as time wore on Andy came to look at the affair in a more cheerful light. But ever after, if the matter was mentioned, Andy would say, “Luck comes to a man’s door only once in his life, and that omathaun (an Irish expression for a foolish, simple fellow”) referring to Tip, “has spoiled his own luck for the rest of his days. Begorrah, but for his foolish actions he would be a rich man today.” THOMAS V. MURPHY, 1912. 9 Hast 3Hori IS it a spell which settles upon us in the last few months of our schooldays? Is it a charm working its magic and bringing to us thoughts which never intruded themselves before? The time is fast approaching when we must leave the building which we have learned to love, the schoolmates whom we respect and cherish, and last but not least, the teachers who have always been our true friends. All these we leave—the sweet companionships are severed and our faces are turned toward the cold, uncompromising world which has received scarce any notice from us heretofore. How many of us feel regret at parting? When we, at last, leave this building which seems a sort of guardian over us, we will remember that our happiest days are behind us, never to be recalled. We will remember the helpful words of the teachers, which fell on unheeding ears when they were spoken. We will hear the laughter ringing through the halls, and remember that it came from happy, carefree boys and girls. We will, perhaps, remember the neglected tasks with regret and wish we had spent just a little more time on certain ones, and we will be glad to think of the well-learned lessons. The world will demand a great deal of us and we must be ready to fill our place. Neglected lessons in school lead to neglected instructions and orders in the business world, so, Seniors, to you who have worked faithfully in the school-room, continue to do so in the office, or wherever you find yourself in after-life, and to you who have not put your best into everything take a fresh start and make good” in the world’s work. May we, as Seniors of the Class of 1911, leave the High School of Commerce with respect and esteem for the teachers and Principal, with kind thoughts for our schoolmates; and with broad minds and determined hearts, make our way in the busy world, ever keeping a place in our memories for reminiscences of the happy, happy schooldays. FLORA PUTNAM, 1911. 101 ?CI)t Jfaboritc ecc “Play it again, Philip.” The speaker was a short, stout middle aged Russian woman with a round face, clear cut features and dark hair. ‘It was your father’s favorite piece, and will always remind me of him. It is a sad reminder, too, of his disgraceful death --” She choked with emotion at these words, and could speak on more. The whole scene of her husband’s arrest and accusation flashed vividly across her mind. The visit of the gendarmes, the hurried accusation, her husband’s vain plea of innocence. These passed only to give place to the still more terrorizing remembrances of his execution. Their last parting, the halter around his neck and then the body hanging lifeless in the air. That terrible feeling of hopeless despair again overcame her. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed bitterly. “But father is not dead!” interrupted the stricken boy, clasping his mother’s arm in terror and alarm, as he slowly grasped the tragic fact. The boy recalled his father as he had so often seen him during the hour devoted to his music lesson. He again heard his father rebuking him kindly. “You do not put your whole spirit into your playing, Philip. Technique is not the only thing, inspiration and soul make the artist.” Philip suddenly realized how good his father had been to him, for when it is too late a person fully realizes the true value of his parents. “Yes,” she answered, in a sad voice, “he is dead. Hung for a crime which I know he would not and could not have committed. But they did not give him a chance to clear himself. They followed the usual custom in the Russian courts, a custom which has cost many an innocent person his life, and has allowed the escape of the real criminal. This custom is naturally practiced more vigorously at the present time, when the Czar is afraid to take a little exercise in the open air and each official confines himself to a safe refuge, so as to be as far away as possible from any treacherous bomb that might dare to toy with his sacred life.” “I do not see how they could have convicted him, as they had no evidence to show that he had murdered the Honorable Ivan Schershevsky, Chief of Police,” declared Philip Petrowsky, for that was the boy’s full name. “I know,” was the answer. “It was only on the testimony of that despicable man, Peter, who had been trying to injure your father for the last five or six years, because--- But you must not know that unhappy story, and she bit her lips in an agony of repression. “What will we do now, mother?” “I cannot do any work here, because the people are afraid of being suspected of conspiring with me if they should employ me, for are wc not a family of bold anarchists,” she answered ironically and again began to weep bitterly. 102 Well, the only thing we can do is to leave Russia,” she continued, after a pause. “Shall we leave Russia? Where shall we go?” cried the astonished Philip, almost with incredulity. “Where everybody goes; to America, the home of freeodm and liberty. � The night was dark and chilly. Neither moon nor stars were shining. The ominous silence was disturbed by the regular tramp, tramp of the sentinel, as he marched to and fro, and later, mingling with it was heard a low murmuring sound coming from afar off. The sounds gradually grew louder and louder, until the low shuffle of many feet became apparent, as in the distance an approaching mass loomed up into view. The mass gradually drew nearer and nearer, until it took on the form of a number of men, women and children, carrying large packs and bundles. They were of the poor Russian type of people, as their dress plainly showed. They were emigrants from Russia who were being smuggled across the boundary into Germany by an agency which makes a regular practice of smuggling people across for a stipulated sum, while to insure success, the agency takes care of the persons all the time until they reach their destination. The people have to be smuggled across, because the Government of Russia does not allow any persons to emigrate from the country unless they have passports. These passports are rarely given, they are often times refused for the slightest reason. The people are, therefore, compelled to sneak across the lines or starve in Russia. This crossing the border is very dangerous as there are many streams, ditches and various other obstructions, and, moreover, they usually steal across at night, as there are soldiers patroling the frontier. A man on horseback stealthily emerged from among these emigrants and, approaching the sentinel, addressed him in Russian. “You have attended to all?” “Yes. If all goes well, and, above all, no noise is made, you can be able to pass easily, was the answer. “That is well,” and the man pushed a bill into the soldier’s hand, the denomination of which it was impossible to discern, but the satisfied smile of the soldier gave warrant of a good sized bill.' When thus fully assured of the outcome of the undertaking, the man returned to the emigrants with a smile almost of glee. As he came within hearing distance of the dark mass, a well-known voice, but very low, asked, “How far are we from the German border?” “This is the last sentinel,” was the answer, “and if all goes well, we shall probably be able to get across in half an hour.” They walked along silently, springing over any ditches or other obstacles that happened to be in their way, sometimes stumbling, sometimes falling, conscious of their danger, yet unconscious of their immediate fate. 103 Suddenly the cry of a child rang through the night air. They stopped and stood stock still with fear of the possible consequences. A hurried attempt was made to quiet the child, when some had recovered their fortitude, but to no avail, for the woman carrying the child had fallen and in consequence the child was seriously hurt. Then, to save himself from suspicion, even though it might serve to make matters worse for the emigrants, the sentinel, by shooting into the air, aroused the other guards. The poor people fled hither and thither in terror, dropping their packs and bundles so as not to be retarded by them. “Philip,” cried the voice we had previously heard, and which belonged to Mrs. Petrowsky, “do not allow yourself to be separated fiom me.” But too late; they had been parted by the panic-stricken crowd in the twinkling of an eye. “My God!” she cried, looking all around her. “My only son. Philip! Philip! He does not answer. Philip! Where are you? Oh, my only son is lost. My cup of sorrow is full to the brim. My husband murdered and now my son separated from me. Philip! Philip!” But she cried in vain. Philip did not answer. Suddenly she perceived that the soldiers were close upon her. She ran frantically, crying out for her son. Suddenly she felt a heavy hand laid upon her. She turned. A soldier held her tightly. She struggled and cried frantically. “Let me go. Let me go. I want my son. He is lost. Let me seek him. Oh, please let me just find him and I will return to you.” But all to no avail. The soldier did not heed her. $ Two years later, on the lower easterly end of Manhattan Island, one of the five boroughs of New York City, could be seen large numbers of people moving to and fro on both sides of one of the narrow streets. Some of the people rushed along as if their lives depended upon their completing their journey in a given time. Others walked at a more moderate pace, but seemed to have some definite destination, while still others wandered along aimlessly. Among the last class of people was a well built boy about twelve or thirteen years of age, clad in poor Russian clothes, and carrying a violin case. It was our friend Philip. He sauntered along, seemingly without any definite destination, hanging his head as if in deep thought, and moving his lips, making a murmur, which, when he came nearer, could be made out to be a soliloquy. “----- Mother, I wonder where she is. I do not know where I can get any word from or about her. Those villains first deprived me of my father and now they have taken my mother. I will have to depend on myself. What can I do to at least get something to eat. “If I sell my violin, an act which will be very hard for me to do, I will then have nothing, after I have spent the little money that I can get for it.” 104 He thought and thought and did not get any further than when he started. Suddenly he heard somebody playing. He looked around and saw, not a few steps away, a man playing on a violin. When the man finished some pennies dropped from the windows above him. The player picked them up and went some distance further and repeated his action. “I have it. Why can not I do this? I can make a little money and after I have saved up a few dollars I can think of something better to do,” cried Philip. He then attempted to answer his own question by action, and he was rewarded with ten cents, after playing some melodies, among which we can be sure was his father’s favorite piece. “Collar buttons, candles, hair pins, combs.” The crier was a woman carrying a basket heavily loaded with the before mentioned wares. The poor woman was Mrs. Petrowsky, but how changed! Her beautiful hair was entirely white; her eyes had grown deeply sunken. The look of anguish stamped on her features gave full evidence of the miseries through which she had passed during the last five years. Her husband, in a sense, murdered; her only son snatched from her care; her very life made a burden by the oppressors, who had not been content with the suffering they had caused her to endure, but had not even allowed her the trifling privilege of departing in peace from her native land that had long became loath-some to her. The expression in her face, as she walked along, seemed to show that she had hardly any care for her life, but supported herself on her meager earnings only because it was a mechanical instinct. As she walked slowly along, crying out her wares in a sad voice, she suddenly stopped, listened, moved on a few steps, and stopped again, as if an electro-magnet was drawing her to itself, and the circuit alternately was made qnd then broken. What was it she was listening to? The beautiful strains of a violin came smoothly and gracefully through the air and fell lightly upon the ear arranging themselves into a beautiful and passionate melody. It was the favorite piece of Mr. Petrowsky. Then, as if the current had been turned on with a double fold volume of electricity, giving the magnet renewed power, she was drawn into the small court from whence the melody was issuing. She looked up as if to ascertain the cause of the irresistible drawing power and saw before her a handsome boy manipulating his violin. When he finished he looked up, their eyes met, they closely scrutinized each other. A look of recognition passed over their faces, then one of doubt and then again of recognition. “Philip! My son!” “Mother!” HERMAN KAPLAN, 1912. 105 3 £uiltp Conscience “T WONDER why Lucy Barrows always walks away whenever I attempt X to meet her, said a winsome girl to a group of college friends who were standing on the campus of the school. The girls made a pretty picture with the early morning sunshine lighting up their bright faces and showing them the embodiment of happiness. But at the mention of Lucy Barrows a cloud seemed to shadow their joy. The girls were perhaps no better than others, but they had prided themselves on the sociability of their college, and especially of their class. But for months Lucy had baffled all their efforts of friendliness, hence this shadow. “Don't all answer at once, continued the speaker, looking around at the girls. “I don’t know,” replied a tall, slender girl, with a characteristic shrug of the shoulders, “but never mind, Mabel, you are all right. Mabel Griggs was dissatisfied with this answer, but while she wrinkled her brow thoughtfully she did not pursue the topic. And as if to dispel the gloom, one of the girls changed the subject. Soon a bell was heard ringing, and the girls scattered to their respective classes. All apparently forgot the incident of Lucy's marked discourtesy. Lucy Barrows was a bright scholar, but as we have seen not very popular among the girls of the schools. This was partly on account of her selfish habits and jealous traits, and partly the result of Lucy’s own choice. One day, shortly after this discussion, the girls gathered on the campus and dressed Mabel as their snow-queen. They were laughing and shouting and evidently having a good time. Their shouts attracted the attention of Lucy Barrows, who viewed the scene from the window, and their display of love for Mabel redoubled Lucy’s obvious hatred for her. I don’t know what people see so attractive about that girl, Lucy muttered, and deep in her heart she treasured a feeling of resentment against the world. Lucy was really a pretty girl, but at this instant her face was disfigured with hate. “Examination day is coming and perhaps they will change their minds,” said she with a knowing shake of the head, and with a sneering, malignant smile she turned from the window. A week later, groups of girls, with thoughtful faces were seen going towards a large room at the farther end of Brown Hall, where examinations were usually held. “Wish I had studied my lessons,” said one girl in a regretful voice. “I am positive that I shall fail, said another, with a forlorn shake of the head. “If you think fail, you will fail, but if you don’t think so, you won’t fail,” answered our friend Mabel, who was making sunshine everywhere with her bright, cheery smile and hopeful voice. 106 “All right, Mabel,” came from the throats of all girls, as they entered the examination room, and in a short time they were busily at work. All know what quiet resigns when examination is being held. The clock ticked the minutes off one by one. Once in a while a sigh was heard, for the test was very hard. Many of the girls sat and pondered over this question and that, and finally despaired of ever getting through. Two hours passed, and the girls were still working, some to recall what they really had learned, others trying to remember what they knew must have been given on the subject. Finally some of the weaker scholars, as is usually the case, handed in their papers; all the others followed, until only Mabel and Lucy were left, still at work. “You are my two rivals,” said the teacher in a pleasant way. Mabel was puzzling over the last question, and at last, with a victorious smile and a sigh, she finished the test, handed in her paper, and left the room. Then Lucy raised her head from her paper, and, seeing that the teacher was busy, cautiously threw a slip of paper upon Mabel Griggs' desk. “Still at work, Lucy? asked the teacher. “No, I am through,” answered the girl as with a beating heart, and a guilty blush stealing over her face she handed in her paper and left the room. “I wonder if he saw me,” thought Lucy nervously, as she went off to her room. “Mabel, you’re wanted at the office,” said her roommate, when she entered the room, two days after the examination. “I suppose to tell me that I failed,” answered Mabel, in a care-free way. She left the room happy and cheery, but wondering why she should receive a summons to the office. Generally the office of Hollow Dale College was a bright, cheery room, through whose windows one beheld a lovely scene. The small lake, now frozen, lay in the distance, the trees of the ground were laden with silver icicles and crystals of diamonds, the wide winding path led up from the road to the main building of the school, and beyond this the distant churchspire rose from the nearby town. The tinkle of merry sleighbells was heard at intervals. Inside it was cheery and comfortable and the principal’s broad, bright smile was a welcome to many a homesick girl. But upon this day when Mabel was called to the office, all was dark and dreary. No sleighbells were heard from the distance. No faint rays of winter sunshine crept in through the windows. A cloud hung over the skies, ready to burst into a heavy snow storm. Mabel’s heart sank within her when she opened the door of the office and perceived that in place of a smile of welcome a grave look covered Dr. Thompson’s face. At her entrance the principal, with a stern though sympathetic voice, said: “Miss Griggs, you doubtless know why you were called here this 107 morning? I cannot believe that you would ever be involved in an affair such as this.” Mabel stood bewildered, not knowing what to think nor what to say. What could the principal be talking about? Surely there was some misunderstanding. “I do not understand you. Dr. Thompson; please explain yourself,” said Mabel, who, however, was pale and trembling, thus seemingly proving herself guilty of, she knew not what offense. The teacher, whom Mabel had not seen heretofore on account of the gloom, now stepped forth and proceeded to tell the astonished girl of a suspicion against her. “A small slip of paper containing the answers to the test, and various text book notes was found on your desk,” said the teacher. “I cannot think that you would make use of unfair means, but the evidence seems to say that you are guilty.” ‘‘Why, I don’t know a thing about this,” cried Mabel, and she stood gazing at her two judges with a bewildered countenance. ‘‘We will further investigate the subject,” said the principal, “but you know the rules of the school, so please hold yourself ready for leaving. A paper found on your desk indicates outside help in examination.” “How did that paper get there?” wondered Mabel. Then she drew a dismal picture of the result. To be sent home in disgrace! What would mother, and Tom, and Jack, and father say? She might be expelled from the school where her mother had graduated, the school they both loved and honored. These thoughts flew through Mabel’s head later, as she gathered her belongings together. With every article she packed, a fresh outburst of tears came. Finally exhausted, she stopped her packing, threw herself on her bed, and cried herself to sleep. Meanwhile Lucy Barrows was in misery. She regretted her deed, but was afraid to confess for fear of being expelled. “Dear Lucy, whatever you do, always be true to yourself and to others,” ran incessantly through her head. Those were the last words her dear mother had said to her before she departed from this earth. “Yes, dear mother, I will go and confess this act,” sobbed Lucy. Whereupon she arose and went with a beating heart before the principal. Lucy confessed the whole, miserable affair, in a sobbing voice, and he, good mar., pitied this motherless girl and forgave her. Mabel was then called in, and Dr. Thompson related the whole affair to her. “None of the girls like me, and all seemed so fond of Mabel, so I was jealous,” sobbed Lucy. When Mabel glanced at the sobbing, penitent girl, the hatred which had at first risen on hearing the story all fled, and instead a rush of love surged into her heart. She took the limp girl into her arms and forgave her. 108 Later, whenever any of Mabel Griggs’ classmates showed surprise at the changed relations between herself and her now devoted friend, Lucy Barrows, Mabel would laugh happily, shake her finger at them warningly, and say, “Don’t ask questions. This is an official friendship and brooks no interference.” The other girls, therefore, never learned exactly what took place in Doctor Thompson’s private office, but Lucy often averred to Mabel that there occurred what was the greatest surgical operation in the world—the removal of “a guilty conscience.” SARAH YOELSON, 1912. Jfcntfjcrtop HOW empty the very name sounds! It conveys an idea of vacancy, frailty and irresponsibility. Yet it furnishes a singularly fitting epithet for some people—indeed, for a great many. These people confront us with their perpetual smile, fine raiment, fluent and eloquent vocabulary and affected grace. Yet are these things an index to a noble character? Is there a mind of intelligence and sincerity in that bedecked head—does that smile convey aught of sympathy and good-will—is the heart beneath that splendid garment beating with love for his fellow-man? True, they make their way in the world and very often with more than ordinary success. An opportune smile, a word at the correct point in the conversation, a nod, a flourish, and their object is attained. But they are not always successful. By their contact with other men—truer, better men—they suddenly become conscious of their own deceptions. The personality of the sincere man casts off and reflects back the sham of Feathertop who sees himself and knows himself to be a conceited, deceiving piece of humanity. He confesses to himself his deception and his utter worthlessness; sometimes begins anew and atones in a measure, but more often he goes to his death unrespected, despondent and unnoticed. On the other hand, many of them continue to delude us, gain their quests and are looked upon by the world at large as respectable, able personages. Are you a Feathertop? 109 FLORA PUTNAM. 1911. £f)ougf)ts from £mers(on AFTER reading Emerson’s Self-Reliance, while one may not agree with him in every particular, yet he cannot help becoming imbued with his thoughts.. Emerson clearly shows that man too often has a weak character. He is afraid to exercise his own individuality by giving expression to his own thoughts and opinions, but he “appropriates” those of some individual who had brains enough to have some of his own. Thus, a man shrouds his personality in a cloak of others’ opinions; one cannot penetrate it and know the real man. He who upholds another’s opinion because he is too weak to express his own and stick to it, becomes a man whose very words and actions are not only partly false, but in fact, entirely so. “His every truth is not quite true, for somewhere in the foundation of this truth lies falsehood; and how can we know where to draw the line? His truth is so interwoven with falsehood that we cannot believe one word without at the same moment doubting it. So destructive is this attitude that the man becomes blindly submissive, not to his own will, but to the will of others. Furthermore, this policy stamps its trademark on his face and on his actions, and bowing his head in unwilling submission, he acknowledges himself the slave of his thought usurpers But, on the contrary, if he adheres to his own honest opinion, he strengthens and re-enforces his character. His personality then shines out clearly among the masses, and points to a man whose head is filled with brains instead of with sawdust. A man’s character, viewed from one angle or from another, still shows the same picture. His actions, disconnected and meaningless though they may seem from a narrow view, are, nevertheless, as the path of the great Mississippi—turning slightly here and there in its course, but still holding true to the main direction which leads onward to the sea. Therefore, if we express our own honest convictions of today, regardless of tomorrow or of yesterday, we shall find that unconsciously, they will blend together, and tend toward the same end. But man finds this difficult; he is afraid of being inconsistent. But, since one's honest thought is the result of “boiled down” conviction, is this inconsistency possible? Today's conviction cannot be a stranger to yesterday’s, for born of the same reasoning power the two will naturally blend together. But, somehow, man cannot get this into his head; he cannot dismiss from the present, thoughts of the future or of the past: they creep into it continually and close his eyes to the splendid opportunities which lie at his feet. Emerson’s advice is: Look not forward nor backward, but live and act in the present. If you live in the present now, you will do so in the future. 110 LILLIAN ZAK, 1911. Jfor tlje $onor of tfje jfecfjool TOM WHITE was just fourteen years old when he entered High School. He was naturally a bright young fellow, and the boys took very kindly to him. He was so friendly and so helpful. Whenever any of the boys wanted assistance in their work at home, such as cleaning up the yard, raking the leaves, or cutting the grass, they knew they could always depend upon Tom to help them. Thus in turn the boys were only too glad to return the favor when he had any extras to do and needed assistance. In this way he made many friends in his first year at High School. Tom’s mother and father, as you may know, were very proud of him, and as he was their only son they intended to send him through High School. Tom’s father was Secretary of a small Iron Manufacturing Company, and when Tom finished school he intended to secure a position in his father’s employment. Tom went in for athletics in his second year at school and although young, as he was very strong and rugged and of a determined nature, he landed a position as end on the second team in football. He played so splendidly in this capacity, that the boys elected him captain of the first team for the coming season. The football season being now over, Tom went in for basketball and played center, holding this position throughout the season. Next when the baseball season was on hand, Tom also played that game holding a position as pitcher. Thus he made a fine reputation in athletics throughout his second year. His father was so well pleased that he promised him a dollar for every winning game in which he played, during the coming season. The school vacation was new here, and Tom and a few of his boy friends went camping. These fellows were the very best type of Young America, for they knew when to work and they knew when to play, and that is why they succeeded so well. After camping for about two months, all wished that school would commence again, so that they could look upon the faces of their friends once more. Tom was now sixteen years old, and just full of fun. He was glad to go back to school for his third year and chuckled to himself when he thought of all the dollars his father would have to give him, for he intended to win every game in which he played. Because he had been elected captain of the football team he had about thirty young fellows to try out for the first team. After fully two weeks of rough “workouts,” he picked out the fellows he thought showed up well in practice, and later on as you may see, it was shown that he certainly had used good judgment. This football team went through the season, winning every game that they played and without being scored upon. After having beaten every High School in their own town, they defeated several out of town High School teams, and won the Senate Championship. Many of the boys were chosen on the All-Star-Scholastic Eleven, among them Tom White. ill The next sport was basket ball. Tom was not so good a basket ball player as Bill Sly, who was about eighteen years old, very fast on his feet, and very powerful for a young fellow of his age. Bill disliked Tom greatly, because the latter was liked so well by the other boys. As Bill was the best basket ball player in the school, naturally the boys chose him as their captain. He picked his team, and strange to say left Tom out. Tom felt put out over this, but when he told his parents of the disappointment, they said, “Well, Tom, just take a little rest and make the work of your teachers easier by doing your school work better, and in the end you will be just as well off.” Still this was a hard blow for Tom, not merely because he would miss so many of the dollars his father had promised him, but he would also miss the sport. However, Tom did as his mother and father suggested, and when the term was over his school record was excellent throughout. When he showed his father his report a surprise met him. “Here, Tom, take these ten dollars, and I’ll give you two dollars for every ‘Excellent’ you get next term,” said his father, glad of Tom’s high scholarship. Now Tom realized, that athletics was not the only thing that his father was interested in, but that he wanted him to know about books also. As Tom was walking home from school not long after, he heard someone behind him say, “Say, Tom, I heard the boys were going to elect you captain of the baseball team this year, because you did so well last season. Don’t forget your ‘Dutch Uncle.’” “All right Jim, I’ll see that you get on the team, but you will certainly have to hustle, for the boys are anxious to show their skill this year.”. Thus ended a short chat between Tow White and Jim Brown. Tom had a job on hand now to pick players for his baseball team, but he finally picked all but a right fielder. “Bill Sly is a fine right fielder,” said Frank Smith. Willie Winsome said, “Bill’s a good player, but he did a mean trick to Tom by leaving him out of the basket ball five, and Tom ought to forget about him.” Then George Smith said, John Lowell is a pretty good player Tom, why not pick him for right field, and let Bill Sly out? Bill is no friend of yours anyway.” So Tom gave way to his feeling of revenge, and took Lowell instead of Sly for right field, although he seemed to feel he was doing the school and Bill Sly a wrong. The season was passing pretty luckily for Tom’s team, and they managed to win three games and tie one. A few days later one of the boys came up to Tom after practice and said, “What is the matter with you Tom, every fellow in the school is talking about the way the team has been playing, every game so far has been won by luck, and the boys say the fielders are punk. The boys say that you have a grudge against Bill Sly, and that is why he is not playing on the baseball team. They also said that the season would soon be over, and if the team did not play better ball, that the school would lose the Championship.” 112 Tom realized now that he should have chosen Bill Sly, even though Bill had not chosen him for basket ball, and after thinking the matter over, his conscience bothered him mere, so he went to Bill Sly the next morning and said, “Bill, I didn’t like you, because you did not put me on the basket ball team, and that is why I did not put you on the baseball team, but I realize now that ycu are a valuable player, and by leaving you out, I have done you a wrong, and have wronged the school also. But at the present time, Bill, the school is in need of a player of your caliber, and for the sake of the school, not for my sake, I want you on my team.” Well, Tom, I always felt sore about this affair, and firmly believed that I deserved a place on the team, but if I can help the school by playing with the team, I will endeavor to do my best.” “Thanks Bill, seeing its that way we’ll call it square. Shake hands. So long Bill ” “So long. Bill felt dissatisfied yet, but he was out for practice every night, and played in two games which the team easily won. The boys were getting prepared for the final game for the Championship and as the two teams were tied for first place, everybody expected to witness some exciting plays. “There is going to be things doing Saturday,” said Jimmy Smith to John Brown. “Yes, indeed, I hope we win,” replied John. Well, may be we won’t,” said Jimmy. “You never can tell, said John, “for the two teams are pretty evenly matched.” “Yes, but we have more experienced fellows. And did you hear that Tom White put Bill Sly on the team?” “No, I didn’t.” “Yes, he put Bill on the team last week.” Bill is a good player, I hear, said John, But I never saw him play. “Well you come to the game Satuday, and you will see him play, along with the rest of the boys,” said Jimmy. “Oh! I’ll be there with bells on,” said John. The day for the game was now at hand. It was Saturday; the grounds were fine, and the weather splendid, and the two teams were there, each confident of winning the game. Remarks from the side lines were rapidly coming forth, just to show the spectators that the School Spirit was there. “Watch us eat ’em up,” said Smith. We’ll make ’em look like a Chinese two cent piece, with a hole punched in it,” said Greene. “Play Ball.” shouted the Umpire. 113 “All right Shorty, show him up,” shouted one of the boys, for Shorty was the first man up. The game went very fast, and was interesting, until in the eighth inning the score was one to one “Eat ’em up now, fellers, said one of the boys from the opposing team. While remarks such as, “Hit him in the head Tom.” “Put one around his neck.” “Give him a drop, etc., came from our line. The last inning was opened by Tom’s striking out the first man up. The second fellow popped a fly to Bill Sly. The third man hit the ball for a double, which gave his team confidence. The next man hit for a double, and the next fellow got a single. Tom was fatigued now, and his arm gave out from too much pitching, and the opposing team seemed to be able to hit the ball all over the field. The captain of the opposing team was now up, and as he was known to be a heavy hitter, the fielders moved out. Tom realized the Captain’s strong point, and therefore he determined to pitch the ball with all the strength he still possessed, as the game depended upon whether the Captain could get a hit or would fail to make good. Tom pitched the ball over twice, one immediately after the other, while the Captain was posing. “Two Strikes,” shouted the Umpire. The Captain was surprised, and watched carefully for a good one. Then Tom sent the ball in with terrific speed, the Captain hit it squarely, and it went through the air like a shot. Look at Bill Sly, he’s too far out for that ball,” said Brown, quite excited. “Hope he gets it.” “Watch him muff it, said another. “Look out ” The sun is in your eyes,” shouted a couple of the opposing team. Bill ran away up for the ball, stuck out his glove, and the ball fell safely into it. “Robber, Robber!” shouted the Captain together with a couple of his tollowers, who were feeling very much put out over the defeat. Scrambling and running about followed. Cheering words were passed to Tom, but something seemed to be troubling him. The first thing he did, was to go over to Bill Sly, and thank him for the fine playing he performed, and asked Bill to forget the past. “From now on we are friends,” said Tom, and to prove the sincerity of his statement he led the fellows in three cheers for Bill Sly the “Hero of the Day.” The boys then wound up the cheering in their favorite fashion: “Three Cheers for Bill Sly.” “Three Cheers for Tom White.” “Three Cheers for the Team.” Let us all give the School Yell. 114 “Hi, Hi, shack a da ru, Shack, Shack, Shack, Shack, Shack a da ru, She bi, She by, She by Gal Bu, High School of Commerce, Rah, Rah, Ru” JOHN McTIGUE, 1911. 3n 3nk Bottle’s j oliloqup U H how glad I am that it’s Saturday. Maybe I can rest a while today and I think if anything on earth needs it, I certainly do. I wonder how I happened to be put in this big study room, anyway- It is always so quiet in here, and yet even when I yell as loud as I can no one seems to hear me, but maybe they are studying so hard that they can’t. Sometimes I see some of them looking up at a queer looking object upon the wall which makes a little noise every second. Something in it moves back and forth and so many of the children look at it, and so often, that I think it must be some fine decoration or basket-ball trophy. Every little while I hear a big noise that sounds like an ambulance or fire-engine gong, and a few minutes later I hear three or four of these noises and all the children in here jump up and hurry away, and others come in. They all look to be nice and pleasant but most of them that I have had anything to do with, are very rude and unkind to me, for they jab their sharp daggers, or whatever they call them, right into my sides. They hurt me so that I yell as hard and as loud as I can, but they go on jabbing me just the same and I feel awful. I wish I could jab them once and show them how nice it is, but I guess they don’t know any better, poor children. I pity them so because they have to carry so many books, and seem to study so hard; but I would rather be one of them any day than what I am,— a tired, old, black ink bottle. Sometimes the children take my nice cream colored hat and play with it. They always get it dirty, and sometimes they forget to put it on me again and then I catch a cold in my head. Sometimes they get our hats mixed and yesterday some one gave me a hat that belonged to a red ink bottle. Sometimes they tear up some of the white stuff that they write on, and shove it down my neck. It makes me feel awful choky and hoarse. Oh! I’m so tired and hungry that I can’t rest at all. I’m always so busy during the day and at night my sides ache so that I can’t sleep. I’m sure I’ll get appendicitis if vacation doesn’t come soon. Oh I wish that man would come and give me something to eat. I’ve been hungry ever since Wednesday and I only get one meal a week, but I get so much then that I am full up to my neck. If I could only yell louder I’d tell them when I’m hungry, but I can’t. Oh, here he comes with my dinner, so I guess I’ll quit talking and get busy the way the kids do in the study room ” emma APPLEBY 1912 115 JJrotfjerfjooti of tfje €mptp UuU I SAT in my old time playroom dreaming of bygone days. Among my playthings I found a dear old tattered tin soldier. One arm was out of the sleeve, but he still carried his gun. His nose was battered and his eyes had a look as dull as lead. He looked as if he would collapse. I took him in my hands, straightened cut the dents the best I could, repainted his face and eyes, and brushed his dusty coat. Then I looked admiringly at him “My dear playfellow, you look too good to stand here useless. Go out into the world and fight in its battle for fame. Just then a brightly lit coal fell out of the fireplace, and immediately things took on a brighter aspect. I seized the light and placed it in his gun which he held. Immediately a bright look came into his eyes and his lips curved into a smile. Bestir yourself now, my comrade, and put on a bold front.” “Shoulder your gun and go forth fearlessly.” The soldier stirred not from his place. “What, get you gone, you coward, you numskull! Think you I took such pains to renew you only to have my work in vain. Go forth and dare not return until you have performed some deed that will repay me and show your gratitude.” This so frightened the soldier that he tottered toward me a few steps. “Good,” I cried, “Try again, you will do better each time. Thus encouraged the poor fellow took a few steps more, each time more certain, until you could hardly tell him from a real live soldier. “A soldier need not talk much, only a few commands in a voice that is clear and to the point. Therefore I bid you speak! Speak! Left face! Shoulder arms! “That was splendid, you are learning rapidly,” I cried with joy. “Any time you are surrounded by difficulties, just use your voice of command and you will gain your end.” Now go, dear comrade and bring me good news of your success. But be careful not to let your light go cut. If it grows dim, cry, ‘Replenish, O Light,’ and the light will replenish, but if you let it go out you will again become nothing but a Tin Soldier.” Then I let Comrade out the front door into the street. He walked with a left, right, that made one feel preud of him. Along the street he strode looking straight ahead. “My, he looks like a General1 at least,” said some passerby. “Look how he holds up his head! He will surely make his way through the world.” Comrade, as he walked down the street, passed a blustering fellow who was abusing his little dog. “Halt! Right about face!” said Comrade’s commanding voice. The blustering fellow was so frightened he took to his heels as fast as he could run Next, Comrade met a man beating his horse. “Halt! Right about face! Shoulder arms!” cried he with such a commanding voice that the man stopped at once. But alas, poor Comrade was so heart and soul in his work, he forgot to watch his light. It had gone out. It was too late now to replenish it, for 116 Comrade was beginning to feel faint. He soon fell to the ground a lifeless, shapeless, Tin Soldier on whom all looked with pity. How many people are like poor Comarde. They have, really, little good solid stuff in their composition, but even this might not be fatal to them if they only kept their light burning, the light of purpose and determination to win whatever they undertake. EDWARD TUMA, 1911 JCfje ;§ torj tfje € lb tone ZEolb ON a warm summer day about the middle of June, when the bees were buzzing and busily extracting the honey from the myriad colored flowers, and the crickets were chirruping and the very air seemed alive with The songs of the birds,—Tom sat alone. He was musing and gazing at the little patches of azure sky which showed between the leaves and branches of the trees, and trying to collect the unimaginative wits sufficiently to think up a plot, setting, characters, and so forth, for the story, which he was that day obliged to write. Tom felt romantic. Yes! that was just the word for it. And, though a senior at the High School with the business-like name, in other words the High School of Commerce, still, at this period of the year, he could not shake off this feeling. Languor and dreaminess simply overpowered him, and in consequence he was always having day dreams, or so his unsympathetic English teacher called them. So he sat, dreamily, wistfully gazing about him. He noticed a small, beautiful, many colored butterfly fluttering about and saw it alight on the huge, red rock in the northeast corner of the school yard, the object on which his eyes had been riveted for the last half hour. This particular stone had caused him to speculate with a great deal of awe about the wonderful, beautiful tales the stone could tell, and thus help him out of a bad predicament, if only some good fairy would give it the power of speech. Softly he stepped closer to the little creature, now poised so daintily on a small pinnacle of the old rock. As he gazed rapturously at this little queen-ruler of the air, suddenly she spread her glorious wings and for a minute appeared before him in all her magnificent splendor, then before he could say “Jack Robinson,” she was gone. Tom of course did not know why Miss Butterfly had taken “French” leave, but surmising that she had in all probability very good reasons for seeking other society than his own, he promptly stretched his tall, lanky form on the mammoth rock and proceeded to forget all about her and actually began to think. Thus he lay at rest, and yet not at rest, for although he was physically at 117 ease, yet his active brain was busy concocting all manner of speculation about a peculiar mark which he had discovered carved upon the side of this old stone. This mark was not artistic in the smallest sense of the word, but to Tom it appeared to be full of pathos, for it was composed of two hearts pierced by a single arrow. Finally, tired out with wondering, as well as by an overpowering sense of his own stupidity and laziness, Tom closed his eyes in sleep. Gradually through his slumber, he heard a voice which, though soft and low at first, became stronger and more distinct as it proceeded. “Tom! Oh, Tom! it whispered; have you not been wishing I would tell you a story?” “Yes,” murmured the half-conscious boy; “fire away.” For Tom would occasionally lapse into slang. “Well, it’s a long story,” continued the stone; but here goes. Twenty years or more ago a beautiful girl and a handsome boy, both about your age, went to this school and sat on the very stone upon which you arc now resting your lazy bones. This boy and girl loved each other with the first and sweetest love of youth and had ever since she wore short dresses and pigtails and he had been the bashful, barefoot beau who gave his sweetheart apples and carried her slate.” “The girl’s name was Evelyn and her old playmate, with whom she had been used to climb trees and jump fences, was named Jack. “Now,” the stone continued, “after a while the girl’s mother became ill and the girl had to be her nurse, then the physician prescribed traveling for her mother’s health. Evelyn went, too. “Before the companions of years said ‘adieu to each other, they carved these hearts and the arrow, which you now see, and promised to be faithful to each other till death us do part.’ One thing which made the leave-taking doubly hard was the thought that they could not correspond, as Evelyn was to be traveling continually and never knew the next place at which she was to stop.” “Several years passed and not a word did Jack hear of Evelyn. In the meantime, Jack had graduated from West High School and, after much drilling and practicing, had, through a relative taken a military post in the Philippine Islands. “In the Philippines he suffered many hardships and privations, but by his kindliness and generosity to his fellow sufferers, he became a prime favorite with his superiors, as well as with the subalterns. He also advanced in rank quite as rapidly as he did in the favor of his comrades. “One day while leading an expedition into the interior of the island, he became separated from his men, and they were obliged to return to the camp minus their bold, fearless leader. Days passed and no word was received from Jack, so the soldiers, with much sorrow, reported him as lost, or killed by the natives or some beast of prey. This news was sent to America and published in the newspapers with an account of his brilliant, though short, career. 118 As luck would have it, a friend of Evelyn’s who had seen the ill news in the paper in America, went abroad where she met Evelyn. Among other things, she mentioned the supposed death of Jack and showed the piece which she had clipped from the paper. What was her surprise to see her friend blanch to a dealthly white and suddenly throwing her hands forward mutter a little cry of despair and fall upon her face. “Many weeks later, on board a steamer bound for America, a pale, beautiful girl lay on a steamer chair covered with many wraps and steamer rugs and waited on by her mother. The elder woman had not entirely recovered from her recent illness, which had left its furrow on her brow. This strange pair, as you may imagine, were none other than Evelyn and her mother. Peculiar as it may seem, Jack landed in his native land on the day Evelyn arrived. Jack had not been slain nor had he fallen prey to natives or animals, but had fallen in with a friendly inhabitant, who in the course of time transported Jack back to camp and to the delighted soldiers, who had missed their erstwhile companion a great deal. However, the soldiers were not long pleased because our hero told them he had had enough of soldiering and was going back to America to marry an old sweetheart. So, making all haste, he arrived in America on the same day that Evelyn did. “Once in Cleveland, he went as soon as possible to the old High School and looked at the two hearts with the single arrow which he and Evelyn had carved as a little emblem of fidelity. In reflective mood he stood, thinking of her and wondering if she had been as true to him as he had been to her. Then suddenly turning he gazed straight into the eyes of Evelyn, who was staring wide-eyed at him. But he did not stand there long for she swayed and would have fallen had it not been for Jack, who caught her in his powerful arms. Suddenly some finicky person brought cold water with which Jack proceeded to revive Evelyn. But it all turned out right, continued the stone, in a voice which sounded far away; and they were married and lived happily ever afterward, to my certain knowledge.” Saying this the stone lapsed into silence quite as suddenly as it had started. Oh, you sleepy-head, shouted some comrade into Tom’s ear. And Tom woke up to the fact that he had been dreaming and was now being ridiculed by his comrades for falling asleep in mid-day. Well, anyhow it was worth it,” he thought, and so he ‘beat it, as the boys express it. They thought he was running to escape their taunts, but in reality he was making tracks” to his home where he wrote the story much better than I ever can or ever hope to write it. This is all, but, dear reader, would you care to know how Tom’s story was received by his teacher? It was just one grand success, from beginning to end. 119 DORIS NOBLE, 1913. ®f)f Sstorfailt (Cast FFER $500 for the return of my son, and the stockbroker was almost purple with suppressed emotion. Why, for the love of Heaven, man, I would give all I have for the return of my boy. It would be an insult to my name to offer that. Make it at least $10,000. No, ycu are known to be very wealthy. Now, only $500 will make you seem stingy and--------. But, interrupted the broker. And, continued the detective, that is just what we want. You offer a large sum, and the parties holding the boy, will keep him all the longer, hoping for a still larger ransom.” Anything, of course, to hurry his return, but if he is not found soon, make it $10,000. Whatever ransom is demanded, I will pay it, but get the villains if you can.” The above conversation took place between Mr. Harry Astorbilt, Sr., and the head of his own detective force, Chief McConnel. Harry Astorbilt, Jr., the only son of Mr. Astorbilt, multi-millionaire stockbroker had disappeared, and the only feasible theory was that some one was holding him for ransom. Harry was attending a High School of Commerce, in which he was very much interested, and in this his father encouraged him, as he wished to have his gigantic business continued and kept in the family. Those who watch the newspapers closely will remember that on the third day of May, there were big head lines in all the papers, announcing the disappearance of the broker’s son, and reporting the futile search for the missing lad. Mr. Astorbilt had been reading but recently of the Jameson case, in which it was said a letter had been sent to Mr. Jameson demanding $10,000 within a specified time, and because the money was not raised in that time, Mr. Jameson’s only child, a little girl of six years, was never heard of again. Now Mr. Astorbilt knew that he was able to pay any ransom, yet he was afraid something might happen to his son. But what had become of Harry? He was walking to school that bright morning in early May, the trees were just bursting into bud, and the birds were vying with each other as to which could pour forth the most melody. He thought not at all of what was soon to take place as the result of which he was not to see his parents for some time to come. He had just turned down the street on which the school was situated, when he saw a large limousine car, approaching from the opposite direction. He thought nothing of it until the car stopped suddenly beside him and a man beckoned him to the door. He approached slowly, as though suspicious of he knew not what, when suddenly a hand was placed over his mouth, and strong arms drew him into the car. Before he had time to appreciate his surroundings, but not without a hard struggle, a damp sponge was placed to his face, and he knew no more. 120 The car started with a jerk, passed swiftly and silently through the residence section, and finally passed Harry’s very home. Out into the country went the car, and for three hours continued its speed, then pulled up before an old brick house. Both the surroundings and the house itself, presented a very dilapidated appearance. The shrubbery and lawn had been untrimmed for years and as for the house, there appeared great cracks on the outside walls, which seemed almost ready to fall apart. But over the entire building ivy had grown until it had effectively covered these ill-looking places, as though Nature herself was ashamed of such blemishes Taking the place as a whole, it was indeed fit to carry out such a notorious scheme as Harry’s captors had in mind. There was a short consultation between the chauffeur and his companions, then the unconscious form of the lad was hurried into the old brick house, and the car sped back to the city. Now Andy B was a misguided young fellow of high society. He was reputed to be very wealthy, but in reality, he was at the present time being very hard pushed by his creditors and friends for certain honor debts, and he had not the money to pay them. So he had hit upon this scheme as the easiest way in which to get the most money in the shortest possible time. With two boon companions, he had undertaken this kidnaping. After another discussion the three decided that so far in their proceedings, they had been unnoticed. The old place was reported as haunted, and the country folk would go out of their way to avoid passing the house, so they felt quite safe on that score. In the meantime, Harry’s father was nearly frantic over his loss. He raised the $500 to $5,000, but in vain. The boy could not be found. The whole country was searched Little Italy was gone through as with a fine tooth comb, still no sign. Chief McConnel with his men, ran down every possible clue, and offered theories in vain. Then the reward was raised to $10,000, and detectives from all parts of the country took part in the search. But there were so pitifully few clues to work on. Meanwhile Harry had tried many times to escape, but he had never yet succeeded. “Andy” was taking no chances on being caught. One night, however, the boy did get away. He was confined in a little back room on the second story and even his clothes were taken away from him, as Andy said, “So the little fool will be less liable to try to escape.” But Harry was a gritty fellow, like his father, so one dark, stormy evening, he quietly tore up his bed sheets, and knotting them together, tied one end to his bed post, then slid down through the dark. As he now recognized the country through which he had motored while unconscious, he set out for the nearest farm house, cold and shivering, but determined. He was running down the road, thinking of a joyous reunion with his par- 121 ents. Meanwhile Andy was just approaching the house from a visit to the city, when, spying a white clad form down the road, he became suspicious, and putting on full speed, he swooped down upon Harry before he had time to dart into a sheltering thicket, and our hero was suddenly recaptured, and pulled into the car. Harry yelled so lustily that Andy had to hold his hand over the boy’s mouth, and follow this action with threats before he could silence him. ‘Til make your father pay dear for this. It will cost him exactly $10,000 more or I quit,” Andy said. At last the day come for writing the letter which was to decide whether his captors were to be rich or merely fugitive kidnapers. Harry was requested to write a short note to his father; this he did, very neatly, after first carelessly trying out his new pen in the upper corner of the paper, but as that was a hoy’s trick, Andy thought the careless marks would appeal to the boy’s father, and the letter was sent scratches and all. Dear Dad: I am being well treated here, and every one is very kind to me. Please do as they say, because I want to see you and mother soon. (Signed) Harry Astorbilt, Jr. Then the threat was written by Andy: Be at the Central Park Zoo at two o’clock Friday, the thirteenth, with $100,000 in a satchel and give it to a man dressed in a brown suit with a carnation in the lapel of his coat Be near the north entrance. If you show this to anyone or bring anyone with you to the meeting it will go hard with your son. (Signed) The Holder. When Mr. Astorbilt received the letter, he called up McConnell who came in haste. ‘‘I’ll do my best to get them, though I see no clue. There are no water marks, nor anything to identify the sender, but I’ll sec that Harlem, where it was posted is searched more thoroughly. The next morning a photographic reproduction of the letters was shown in the “Sun.” That morning, Mr. James A. Smythe, head teacher in the Shorthand Department of the High School which our hero had attended was reading his morning paper while on his way to school. All of a sudden, he jerked his paper more to the light and stared at the printed page before him. It was the small pen scratches in the corner of Harry’s letter which attracted his attention. It at once dawned upon him that Harry was trying to communicate with someone, probably himself, and a feeling of pride came into his heart as he thought of the boy's daring. The first sign, he immediately decided read, “Help, but what good would that do if he could not read the remainder. He 122 Decided the second must stand for the street or town where the lad was confined, if the boy indeed had such knowledge. Hurrying to school, he obtained a street directory, then compared the names of the streets with the outline. None would fit. Next he looked over the suburbs and small surrounding towns. Ah, he had it. It was Butte. A little slanting straight line, but it stood for much Turning his attention to the remaining outline, he quickly decided it stood for “brick building.” How easy. A brick building in the village of Butte. Surely there were not many brick houses in that small town. Hurriedly he went to the residence of Mr. Astorbilt. As the fine looking old gentleman came into the room, Mr. Smythe noticed the dark rings around the eyes. The haggard look in his face and the general forlorn appearance indicated how deep was the attachment between father and son. Cordially welcoming his son’s teacher, Mr. Astorbilt begged him to sit down, but Mr. Symthe stood, the better to give his good news. “Mr. Astorbilt, I think I know where your son is at the present time.” For a moment, Mr. Smythe thought the man would faint, and sprang to assist him, but quickly recovering himself, the father demanded, “What’s that, know where my son is! For the love of heaven, bring him to me, and the reward shall be yours.” “I do not know who holds him, nor how to get there but I do know where he is. Lend me your largest car and eight good men, and I think you will quickly see your son again.” Then, briefly Mr. Smythe explained how he came to have his information. Consent was quickly given, and in a short space of time, the party was on its way- As they approached Butte, a small place of about four hundred population, the chief hailed a farmer lad, and asked him if he knew of any old brick house in the vicinity. “Yes sir,” there is an old haunted house just up over that hill, but no one will go near it. Quickly tossing the astonished farmer lad a shining silver dollar, the chief started the machine for the top of the hill. Stopping the car a short distance from the house, the searchers circled around to the rear by aid of the friendly trees. Here they decided to have four of the men charge the house, and the remaining four stationed at places where they could watch. Mr. Smythe begged to be with the first party. So being provided with an automatic Colt, he followed the Chief. After a plucky struggle, the kidnapers were captured, and jailed, but as Kipling would say, “That is another story.” Suffice it to say, Harry was soon restored to his parents. The boy often reminded his father that his rescue was due to his knowledge of shorthand and the cleverness of the master in deciphering the apparently meaningless marks of a boy’s new pen. HOWARD KIRK, 1912. 123 Cf)e Junior Snformal SINCE the days of Adam and Eve many strange things have come to pass and, as one of these, is numbered that affair at the High School of Commerce, Thursday evening, February 16, in the year of our Lord 1911. Everything was motion and commotion from the time when the hands of the clock pointed out 7 :30 until those self same hands were wrung in anguish at the sign of ten and a half. In the first place—the Seniors were invited. Secondly they came—in vast numbers. Everyone and everything was dressed up “hull swell,” from that venerable old Gym, that had been arrayed in pennants galore, to those vain little ice cream bars with their pink and brown trimmings, which disappeared so soon after their arrival. Then there were those macaroons so crisp and fresh of which there were ten too few. Poor Mr. Ditmer. How he did suffer! Long may he remember his first attempt at dancing under the directions of the supercilious Miss Grosser and others: “Now take two short steps.” “1—2—3—5—4. “Mr. Ditmer and you’re a bookkeeping teacher! Try again. Now three glides. “7—3—9—’steen— ten—why bless me I must be doing this wrong. I can’t dance and count at the same time, and with that the poor man collapsed with laughter for everyone within range was trying hard to suppress that desire for a hearty “Ha! Ha!” This is but one instance of the spirit that prevailed. One distinguishing feature of this especially good time was the Serpentine Dance, in which many couples were entwined in the mystic and many colored bonds of Romance, only tissue paper romance. The President of the Senior Class, John Tobin, did justice to the occasion by delivering an after dinner speech, this, being served as dessert, of course followed the refreshments. Soon, too soon were heard the strains of the Home Waltz. Then very reluctantly the chaperones, Miss Bowie and Mr. Ditmer drove out their unwilling charges with the words—“School begins tomorrow, as always, at 8:30 A. M.” FRIEDA LUCHT. 1912. CJjtngS 3Ue flUoulb Hike to lUioto Why they call Julius Smith fat, why he does not take the terpsichorean art and why, in Senior meeting, he does not rise until recognized by the chair? Why they call Crebbin “Toughy”? Why Room 1 is so quiet the seventh hour? Who plays “Juliet to Romanis’s Romeo ? Why Clara Pfister went to all the football games? 124 JfootbaU jfeong Sing a song of foot-ball; Pockets full of salves! Two and twenty walkers All broken at the calves. Romanis in the hospital, Leopold in the soup. Katz’ and Jerry’s faces Both broken in the group. Sophomores and freshman Punched around the ring. When the war was over The boys began to sing: “Sure, they’re from Commerce, from Commerce, The gold and the white. You can tell them by their colors. Their scores and other plights. “There may be some others Who think they're just as good, But wc will show them Commerce Is the best, the best!’’ —THOMAS ALBERTSON, 1912. Culltb from a $ opf)omore pcUmg oofe The schools are possessed of much decorum. The serenity people are mostly fleshy. He has an effeminacy voice. After the lesson was done a potation was recited. The old women are in a weazened country. Bedizened people are found in cities. Prodigiously inclined persons are scarce. Maudlin persons are aften sleeping. Riots are often produced by instigation. He has a propensity for eating pics My great fortune is visionary. CLARA PFISTER, 1911. 125 “® )! gou (East iber” You leave the house at five to eight Determined that you won’t be late, So down the street you gayly trot Humming a song, but thinking not. You start to step aboard the car, When your poor head receives a jar, Recalling the dismal fact to your mind That all your books are left behind. So back you go, and on the run, To fetch those books, which weigh a ton, But when you get there you recall That—you brought home no books at all. Next when you wish to board the car Your eyes they wander near and far, Trying the best they can, to see If a car, on the track, might possibly be. And when your car does come along You hurry in, mix with the throng, And to yourself with triump say, “Surely I’ll not be late today.” You arrive down town sometime to the good Surely you’ll make it if anyone could. The car goes so fast it dances a jig, And now you have reached the viaduct big. Your mind goes back to the day before When—the thing was swung for an hour or more. This thought alone makes your heart beat high, From your lips escapes a long drawn sigh;— “IT’S SWUNG.” -ARTHUR THACKER, 1912. Co a (KMoulb ?8e Senior Respect your teacher, Mind your P’s and Q’s, Be pleasant when you can, And pay your senior dues. 126 JoferS The “Societies” design for this book had been handed in for credit. As is his habit, the instructor had picked up the paper to see if it had the name of the owner on it. And over that innocent, nameless drawing the following conversation took place. “This is too good a drawing to remain unclaimed. Furthermore its credit would certainly swell the monthly mark of its owner. I regret that it must pass unmarked.” (A look of concern spreads over the face of the girl in the front seat). “Oh, Amanda, is it yours? Well, never be ashamed to use your name. It may be the only one you’ll ever have. This was the reply: “Why I know it Mistah Griffith, that’s why Ise so savin’ of it.” Mr. Harsh was asked why a certain thing was so. He made thorough but vain search through his head, for an answer, and finally said hurriedly, “I really don’t know myself, but I know a man that thinks he knows.” Mr. Hoover: Where do we get the weather reports from? Ethel Krewson: We get them from the weather brewery. Report says that Andrew Carnegie may be a witness in a “Trust Company” investigation. That is nothing, Ferdinand Meier witnessed the basket ball game between the faculty of High School of Commerce and the Varsity team. He claims that neither side really won, but the Faculty gave the game away. The “ ‘sane’ Fourth” has so reduced its volume of trade as to cause a big fire-cracker firm in New York to go out of business. What would happen to the chewing gum factories in Cleveland if Tim Mahoney and Ross Wilson should stop chewing gum? John H. (meeting Mr. Zechar) : Mr. Zechar, will ycu please give me a permit to go to the library to look up some English work? Mr. Zechar: Certainly, my dear boy. Who is your English teacher? John H.: You arc. Mr Hoover: What is land? Madge Barrett: A place where a person puts his feet. Mr Gehring (to Senior girl): You may not know it, but you’re talking. Mr. Gehring: I could go days without opening my mouth. Anna Lucht: O Go-wan, you would starve. 128 If Harry Katz had been laid out in the Commerce-Glenville basket ball game, they would have taken him to Glenville hospital with other “cots.” Mr. H. in laboratory: And how do you know that the egg is at least five days old? Girl: Because it swam to the top. Comment (by Mr. H.): It must have been a duck’s egg. Mary Call (talking about a letter of recommendation): Tell anything you know about a person, but don’t tell anything you don’t know. Mr. McMyler to Sophomore girl in C III mathematics: Your voice is low and sweet but does not carry here. Mary Call: The two labor organizations in the United States are: The Knights of Brotherhood and the Federation of American Labor. Mr. Bonaparte: We will have some tomato bullion for dinner. Mabel: Mr. Gehring, I lost one of my buttons. Mr Gehring: No wonder you couldn’t get your spelling lessons. Obtained from Civics Papers on Examination: The House dissolves itself into a “committee of the whole.” A way of taking a vote is by ballad. The speaker gives a member permission to use the floor. The Bill of Rights is found in the first eight amendments of the Constituents. To how many people can you apply these: Some people are nothing more than a cipher with the rim knocked off. Leisure is a most beautiful garment which will not endure constant wear. Harry Hird in English: We haven’t killed Banquo in class yet, have we? When is a surplus undesirable? When it is invested in a double chin. A Sophomore: Fifteen hundred—No. One thousand five hundred. Mrs. Pardee: What have you in your mouth? Pupil: Nothing. Mrs. Pardee: Take it out. 120 What do you thing Mr. Gehring saw? A board walk. Speaking of Senses, Miss Bowie said: There is no sense in thinking. Mr. Z. in English: Boys, I oughtn’t to tell you this, but I'll tell you anyhow. Why can we not learn the deaf and dumb language phonetically? Why does every note-book come out when anything funnv happens in class? Mr. Heald: Open your books to where it says. Enter Lady Macbeth. In' comes Mr. Donberg through the door. Mr. Gehring: Those that can play any musical instruments at all please report to Mr. Hoover. George Leopold: I can play a fish-horn. Mr. Gehring: Are you planning to use that in your future business. Miss Anxious in Chemistry: Mr. Harsh, in English is an ox-hide an oxide? Miss Amidon: Lawrence, were you whispering? Lawrence: No ma’am. Miss Amidon: You were probably whispering and did not know it. Mr. Harrison: Please tell me what the speed sentence is? Pupil: Fifty dollars and ten days. Student: I don’t know how to do it. Mr. Evans: Well, if you don’t know anything why don’t you ask how to do it, that’s what the Lord gave you a mouth for. Mr. Johnson, talking about honey”: You fellows will have to learn to say that word better than that. Ray Kleinhart: Can you say it Mr. Johnson? Mr. Johnson: No, I never use the word Ray: What did you call your wife before you were married? Mr. Gordon, trying to explain discount in class: If I hire a horse and buggy to take a girl out riding and afterward return horse and buggy, what do I pay for? Martha: You pay for the girl. 130 Teacher: Tell us about the two tellers of a bank. George Groman: They may be combined in one. Mr. Harsh: What is a characteristic of a base? Pupil: Dissolved in water it has a blackish taste. Teacher: Why would you rather answer a question you were asked by letter than by interview? Pupil: To avoid getting into a scrap. If at first you don’t succeed, let George do it. A drowning man is sure to get wet. A friend in need is your friend till he gets what he needs. The engineer tied himself to the locomotive, and setting his teeth, said, “I must save that girl on yonder track ” The train neared the girl, the engineer leaned forward, and then the rope broke. Mr. McMyler: I wish I could give prizes for ability to forget. Miss Amidon: In the phrase “exemplary millionaire” what is the force of the adjective? Lillian Zak: Exemplary means “free from paying taxes.” Lawrence Mayer, in English: Is the plural of fracas fricassee? F G. explaining the thirty minute penalty: All who come absent must stay thirty minutes. Mr. Hoover: John, where does the United States get the money to carry on business? John Vobornic: They make it. John Tobin, at a Senior meeting: I wish to propose to the class. January, does February March? No, but April May till June. Mr. Manville: If you ever wake up at night and find your mouth open, get up and shut it. Edward Libel tried to introduce beauty into the rather dry subject of Commercial Law by speaking of the “Statue of Frauds,” instead of the “Statute of Frauds.” 131 Miss Palmer: What is the next battle of the Civil War, Margaret? Margaret: Battle of John Bull. (Bull Run.) Otto wondered why the pupils smiled when he asked Mr. Harsh what a “water bath” could be. In the first place Mr. Curry is bald. Who doubts it? Secondly, he tells us that when he wants to be a little stylish, he parts his hair in the middle, but—Who believes it? Mr. McMyler: “Mary, expand.” (He meant to expand an equation.) Mary started to breathe out. When the Senior chemistry class had finished making their cement pats for laboratory examination, Julius Smith was heard to exclaim: Mr. Harsh, John’s hurting my mud pies Mr. Johnston: If Commerce stopped in this country what would wc do? Pupil: Go to Tech. Anna, in Chemistry: Portland cement is made by a man in Portland. Katz’s favorite joke: Here’s that twenty-five cents I’m going to give you—after a while. Mr. Ditmer: Coes anyone know whether Miss Dolan is sick? Christman: Yes sir. Mr. Ditmer: The boys seem to know more about it than the girls do. Mr. Griffith (looking at Vernice’s work) : Well, what are you on, Ver-nice? Vernice: A chair. Mr. Evans (at basket ball practice, when one of the baskets had been broken): The first team will shoot for this basket and the second team will break it up. Miss Palmer to Anna Oberg: What was the second Declaration of the Monroe Doctrine? (referring to the Holy Alliance). Anna Oberg: An alliance was formed, hunting the Holy Grail. Pupil: Does a lion growl? Mr. Gehring: No, he roars. Frieda L.: Oh, Gee. Mr. Curry: Can you say that in shorthand? 132 fjpmeS Saturday night is my delight, And so is Sunday morning. Sunday noon comes all too soon, But blame that Monday morning! Poor little Freshman at Commerce Hi Thought that the end of his life was nigh When the first exam in Math he took From head to toe his body shook. F stands for Freshman, So tender and green; S is for Sophomore Who likes to be seen. J is the Junior So bright and so gay. And S stands for Seniors, Who’ll soon fly away. Shorthand’s the science of twists and curves, A study of Civics strengthens our nerves. Compensation makes us very wise And Chemistry teaches of Coal Tar Dyes. A freshman who went to a game, Who was glad we were winning the same, Said this sport is too slow, For no red blood does flow. Although some limbs it does maim. A pupil at Commerce I know, Whose usual phrase is, “I think so.” Now this pupil is witty, But oh! what a pity To think that she should have a foe. The dear little freshies of the H. S. C. Seem so utterly, utterly green to me. They make much disturbance in the school, And never mind the teachers’ rule; But nevertheless they will learn to be Good little people in the H. C. of C. 133 There was a brave senior named Hach His opponents he always kept back He captained our team An honor I deem For one who in growth was so slack. At Commerce High there was a flat, Who like a king in “twenty” sat. He looked and stared Until he scared The reverend seniors, that saucy flat. There was a debater named Groman, Who planned his campaigns like a Roman. He argued and talked At a word never balked. But he won every fight with his foeman. $oor Jfresfjie When a Freshie meets a soph, He’s forced to tip his hat. But when he sees a Junior His plight is worse than that. He must bow and make a grimace And “maybe” dance a jig. Until the Junior's Noble head Has swelled just twice as big. Then think of our poor Freshie When a Senior meets his eye! His face upturned to Heaven He knows not where to fly. Now the office door is opened And he is beckoned in. He’s sorely reprimanded For raising such a din. The scolding soon is ended, And Freshie with a sigh, Thinks how much kinder that was Than that proud SENIOR’S eye. —FRIEDA LUCHT, 1912. 134 £cremmoc JJetos FINES aggregating one knife, ten broken scarf pins, sixteen plugged nickels, and innumerable sticks of chewing gum were collected by the treasurer of the Ecremmoc Club. These were paid in by members for violating Robert’s Rules of Order during the transaction of unfinished business. The heaviest gum fines were paid by Clarence Porter and Malcolm Bollman. JSetus Stems Malcolm Bollman Studies! Fears that he might fail, and worry over the thought that he might be called on to recite in English caused Malcolm Bollman to consume the “midnight oil for two consecutive nights. No physicians were called in, but strong hopes are held out that he will survive the unusual ordeal. Tobin an Artist! John Tobin for two terms president of the Senior Class, star debater for the H. S. of C., and Speaker of the English Assembly, has finally succumbed to the attractions of the fine arts, and has learned to sing and to dance. Rivals Myra Billenstein. Frank Crebbin, after reading of the typewriting record of Myra Billenstein, has practiced continually on a machine only stopping for his meals and to utter his favorite expression of “1 11 beat her yet.” So far his greatest speed record has been forty words a minute. But he bids fair to become a speed writer if he perseveres for a year or two. ©Hfjat ©He CaU a ©roucf) He doesn’t like peace, and he doesn’t like noise. He doesn’t like girls, nor likes he the boys, He doesn’t like work, and doesn’t like play, He likes not to go, and likes not to stay. He likes not to live, and likes not to die, He’s not liked by anyone, I wonder why? Peter, Peter, Pumpkin-eater, Kept a tiny thermo-meter In the crown of his old hat, To see how heat affects a FLAT. Resolved: That women suffragettes should be recognized in Cleveland. That father’s old hat is more convenient than the latest hats women arc wearing now. 135 Htnbex to £ ur SbbfrtiSerS Firm. Page. 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