Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU? If Carl is White is Margaret Brown T Although East Commerce doesn’t teach religion, it has a Bertha Chappell If Bettie C’nlad (clad) herself in peasant dress would she look funny I If Edna Downs the boys, does Richard Engel like the girls? If women get votes, would Katherine Dun-bar men's votes? If Cleveland’s Life Savers were wrecked, would William Gart-man a rescue boat with Harold Kennedy and Clement Kovarik? If Leona Ja-cobs are not good to eat, are corn cobs? If you put Arthur Kaigh-in a box, would he still be harmless? Supposing LaVerna Klingman wanted to rent a house, would Floyd Lease it? If Marion Engel smells it. Ruth Fay tastes it, and Hilda Friclce nibbles it, would Walter Peck it? Does Emily Reid? (read). If Diogenes was wise, is John Weizer? If the petroleum wells are in Southern Russia, where is Florence Wells? If an imbecile is foolish, is Perry A. Wise-man? If Hugh Jennings was a ball player, what is Ruth Jennings? If Columbus landed on San Salvador, where would Doris McFar-land? If Alverda was borti in spring, when was Ruth Spring-born? If Kenneth Kastor didn’t take Ruth Brock home, Alfred Wood. If beef is high, is Ellen Lowe? If Boss Cox and Joe Cannon were grafters, would Edythe Graft? If Mr. Zechar spoke harshly, would Ladimir Kus? 143

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the following week. When we had had a week’s vacation, we were able to come back to finish our sophomore year as happily as we had started it. In after years when we look back upon our high school life, I think every one of us will earnestly be able to say, “Oh! If I could only be an East Commerce Sophomore once more.” CLASS OF 1916. FRIENDS, classmates, and teachers, lend me your cars. I come not to praise East High School of Commerce, but to speak of the Freshman Class of nineteen hundred sixteen. It was a warm day in September that some of us came bustling down Moulton Avenue looking for our new school. We expected to find a large, handsome brick building. Inside we expected many large rooms, a splendid auditorium and many other drawing features. When we saw the small wooden building, we were greatly disappointed. As we already knew what kind of students this school turned out, this well-known quotation came to our minds, “The clothes do not make the man.” The first day was nothing but signing our names to about half a hundred very important documents. We also mode out some cards called programs, which were our constant companions for over a week. On the second day we invaded the mysteries of the lunch room. At eleven-thirty everybody started on an informal parade to the “Great Palace of Eats.” After an unseemly scramble for seats we began to fill ourselves, but empty our purses. Some of us started in to work with the hope of some day having a new building, others started because they wanted the course we have at Commerce and didn’t care what kind of a building it was taught in; while sonic poor souls, whose hearts must have reached their shoes, stayed only one day. As the days went on and we became better acquainted with our little “squad” of teachers and fellow students, we began to have a higher opinion of our little school and looked with kindlier eyes upon the “Old Shack” as some term it. One day the periods were shortened, and after inquiring we were told that we were going to have rlietoricals. What, pray tell, were rhctoricalsT WTe had to wait patiently to find out, but it sounded too much like rhetoric to be very entertaining. For rhetoric, as we all know, is the horror of the freshman year. At half-past two we were led to a room where Mr. Weimer greeted us and gave a short talk concerning the work of the High School of Commerce. At the end of the first month, however, those familiar bits of pasteboard called report cards were distributed. There was much sorrow and also much joy. Mauy new resolutions were formed and we became very ambitious (for a short time.) Naturally, we received our share of pet names, such as “freshies” and “flats.” But in February, when the new I D’s came, we had a chance to call some one else nicknames. The East High School of Commerce is a small school and almost hidden from view', but it is a school of work bounded on all sides by friendship and pleasure. 141

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If Myrtle should “Cain” Leonard for spinning a “Webb.” would Edna “Walker” out and would Hazel “Foote” him? Did it ever occur to you that Myrtle Behrend is a suffraget? If the Mormon Temple is beautiful, what is Wayne Temple? If you were peeling onions, would Winifred Teare? If the cars stopped running, would James Foote it to school? If a blacksmith is a worker in iron, what is Tom Smith? If a grey wolf is grey, what color is James Wolf ? We know what a grain bin is, but what is a John To-bin? If Kilbane licked Attell. who would Frank Smo-lick! If the May Co. sells almost everything, what does Clem Xus-sel If Gladys Foster got cold and couldn’t get warm, would Lucille Baker? Trying to tell the Hollies apart is like trying to tell the difference between two peas in a pod. If we know what a fish net and a hair net look like, what does a Blanche Ben-net look like? If we know there are moors in England, where is Alma Moore? If the King of Spain is weak in ruling, would Irene B. Strong? DON’TS FOR THE FLATS. Don’t call our school “Commercial High.” It’s the High School of Commerce. Girls, don’t flirt with the boys whatever you do. Don’t eat too much candy. Don’t use slang. The Sophs have a monopoly on it. Don't linger in the hall. There’s hardly room for the Sophs. Don't spill ink on the study room floor. The custodian will make you scrub it. (Perhaps) Don’t lend or borrow books. Don’t play the piano when the Sophs look black. It means they want it. Don’t say “I should worry.” It’s been killed long ago. Don’t contradict the mighty Sophs. They know everything. M. A., 1916. •Advice not to be given till after the candy sale We have three Myrtles. A. B, and C, Myrtle Anderson, Behrend and Cain, And these three girls, it’s as plain as can be. Are mixed up again and again. 143