Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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 £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

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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

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