Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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 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

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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

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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