Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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THE SENIORS’ SECRET. RUMOR says that the “Senior Girls,” next September, are planning- to adopt a uniform dress, the exact style of which is kept a secret. But we understand it consists of a Balkan, or a Middy Blouse and a dark skirt. The Junior Girls will probably follow suit, and, perhaps, the Sophomores and Freshmen also. In that case, the classes should wear different colored ties to distinguish the year. They say the Seniors will choose black, for being very select, dignified and solemn, they will want a tie which represents all they feel. It has been suggested that the Freshmen wear green, as they are very young, and, also, that it may attract some attention from the Seniors, for the Freshmen are seldom seen, and never heard. ONE IN THE SECRET. MRS. CLIFFORD CATLIN. GOOD luck wishes by the score are sent from the school to Tucson, Arizona, where our former teacher, Miss Pearl Palmer, abides. Her name is no longer Palmer, but Mrs. Clifford Catlin. The marriage occurred on Christmas Day, in the year nineteen thirteen. The fondest wish of the entire school is that Health, Wealth and Happiness shall follow the path of our well-loved friend and teacher. CLARENCE B. GIBSON. POST GRADUATES, 1914. REPRESENTATIVES of the various High Schools in the city—namely, graduates from Central, East, Lincoln, Glenville, and South, and a small body of students from several towns in Ohio, entered Commerce this year, for the purpose of fitting ourselves for positions in the business world. Inured to hard work by the training of our respective Alma Maters, a rather imperative discipline, and close application to study, we found in the High School of Commerce a spirit so akin to that of former school days that we hailed it with joy. The Lecture Course and the musical programs afforded us a relaxation from the more material demands of the school curriculum, and we tackled our studies with a zest almost excelling that of former years. The manipulation of the typewriter keys fascinated us, inasmuch as it was essentially different from former work—such a chasm between the parsing of French verbs and Latin declensions and the practical typewriting. We feel with regret the approach of spring, and the end of our pleasant relations with this school. We sincerely hope that in years to come, each similar class may be as successful in its chosen work and as grateful to the High School of Commerce as are w e, the Post Graduate Class of 1914. BERTHA LAPONSKY, Central High School. ’13. Commerce P. G., ’14.

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CONVERSATION AT COMMERCE. GRADUATES of Commerce have always gone out well equipped in business methods. Those graduating in February, 1914, have secured a new line of advantage, which, with their other acquirements, they count as an asset in life. Practical lessons in conversation have given the February graduates points of view from the side of both host and guest. The pupils in groups entertained each other, entertained instructors or were entertained, as the order of the day dictated. Added power and purpose in conversation, ability to hold their own in discussing every-day topics, in introducing new questions for consideration, in drawing out others and in keeping interest alive, are a few of the advantages the pupils gain by Conversational Practice. An Eastern college is considering a course in conversation, but Commerce has outdone this; while the college was planning, our school was already giving practical lessons in conversation. 66

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EDNA M. HENNING, Winner of the School Championship Typewriter Contest. Writing for five minutes from new matter, deducting five words for each error, according to international rules, Miss Henning’s record is as follows: 311 Gross words, 2 Errors, 62 Net words per minute, 99.9% Accuracy. The fishlng-boato and the fishing, the nets and all the fishing work are a great ornament to Brighton. They are real; there Is something about them that forme a link with the faots of the sea, with the forcos of the tides and winds, and the sunlight gleaming on the white crests of the wares. They speak to thoughts lurking In the Dind; they float between life and death as with a billow on either hand; their anchors go down to the roots of existence. This la real work, real labor of man, to draw forth food from the deep as the plough draws It from the earth. It Is In utter contrast to the artificial work—the feathers, the Jewellery, the writing at desks of the town. The writings of a thousand clerks, the busy factory work, the trimming and feathors, and oounter-attendanoe do not touoh the real. They are all artificial. ?or food you must still go to the earth and to the sea, as in primeval days. Where would your thousand olerks, your trimmers, and countersalesmen be without a loaf of bread, without meat, without fish? The old brown sails and the nets, the anchors and tarry ropes, go straight to nature. You do not care for nature now? WellI all I can say is, you will have to go to nature one day--when you die; you will find nature very real then. I rede you to recognise the sunlight and the sea. the flowers and woods now. I like to go down on the beaoh among the fishing-boats, and to recline on the shingle by a smack when the wind comes gently from the west, and the low wave breaks but a few yards from my feet. I like the occasional passing scent of pitch; they are melting It close by. I confess I like tor: one's hands smell nice after touohlng 68