Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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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

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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

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“® )! 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