High School of Commerce - Caduceus Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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COMMERCE I saw a charming poetess, sitting in her home; It was a classmate, Bessie Jarvis, and she was living alone. A clever little photographer just then caught my eye; It was no other than Ray Labine, of dear old Commerce High. Young Pete Profiglio was starring in a play, “He sure is the hit of the season,” you could hear everyone say. Two stocky looking professors had established a school of fame, It was called the Howlett Business School, and was surely worth its name. Now by this time, women were voting throughout the United States, And Alice Higgins and Miriam Muzzey were leading suffrage debates. Belle Young kept a boarding house, noted for fancy dishes, Everyone who ate there said it satisfied their wishes. Dorothy Conant and Margaret Andrews were teachers of Household Ad., And through their clever efforts, budget-keeping was a fad. A beauty shop was starting up on lower Worthington Street, And Milly McPartlin as the owner, and it sure was dainty and neat. I saw a manufacturing plant—the product was glycerine; It was run by our friend, Roy Nooney, of June Class, 1919. And among the bashful persons, it was thought would never wed, Were Agnes Murray and Ernest Mesick, and a happy life they’ve led. Next appeared a summer hotel, whose proprietor, I will tell, Was no other than Louise Kingsbury, and she had succeeded very well. Myrtle Lillis was still working with the Gas Company, as before, But she was now a private secretary, and receiving wages galore. Fritzie Morin was a clothier, in a little college town, And had the trade of classy chaps from colleges all around. Ida Bettigole and Esther Gerstein, two girls of the clever type, Had become two great stenographers, and certainly fitted in right. Sybil Cooley, well remembered as a ragger of the scales, Had charge of an excellent orchestra, which for dancing never failed. When I saw our President, Carl Sabin, as the Governor of the State, I knew his efforts of order had never gone to waste. Our little beauty, Madeline, with her eyes of sparkling brown, Had become a famous model, and was of world renown. rffjrp- • ' • •..ii- A Jappy Oriental play appeared upon the glass, Revealing Estelle True as in the play of the Senior Class. 22

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COMMERCE Leontine Hervieux was slowly appearing, writing a humorous story On: “What’s the Use In Studying,” and she sure was in her glory. And then I saw a classy chap; it was Kid Powers, the second Ty Cobb, And every time he was up to bat, each lady’s heart he robbed. Next I saw Mike Daly of athletic fame. In all the leading sporting news I discovered you’d find his name. What surprised me most was Cleary, with his brains, Holding a job of policeman, and guarding lovers’ lanes. And then I saw friend Coffey, with his smiling little face, Running a nobby aeroplane, of which he was an “Ace.” Our little blue-eyed Elva, I’m really sorry to say, Was married to a New Yorker, and to France was on her way. Gil Benoit was on a rope, and swinging up and down; He was acting in the circus as a heighty, flighty clown. Bernie Moynahan and Lou Harvey were wedded a few days before, And were out upon a skating rink, as in the days of yore. Ruth Neidel and Marion Cormack both lived in a cute little flat. And were now great high-classed milliners after their training at Pratt. Along came Helen Allen, with Catherine Duffy at her right, They were preaching woman suffrage to everyone in sight. Away out West in the land of wheat, Gladys Zoerb was seen; She was as busy as could be engaged with a tractor machine. I found that Gladys Smith had gone out west, too, And she was a telephone supervisor out in Kalamazoo. Soon I saw congested Wall Street, with its business so fine, With no other than Ed. O’Connell as a broker along that line. A glimpse of an elaborate hair-dressing parlor was brought to my attention; It was owned by Gussie Slavin, whom I haven’t mentioned. I saw a man named Hanson, who in school days was so shy, Chauffeuring for a wealthy woman, but I never found out why. Augusta Steinberg was the next, and she was planning out What she could do in the U. S. A., to bring new styles about. And then the two little Swiren girls were trotting arm in arm. They had invested all their money in a wealthy little farm. 2 1

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COMMERCE A Pierce Arrow agent at this time, came to my view, , It was no other than Don Christie, a salesman everyone knew. Mary Sullivan and Esther Dakin were working in the City Hall, And their occupation was, delinquent tax-payers to call. And I soon saw Dorothy Bassett, doing great welfare work. It really did seem funny, for I thought she’d be a clerk. Blanche Leard was the next little beauty that appeared before my eyes. I saw her in a little home on a mountain very high. Another one of our pretty girls, whom I found out had wed, Was dainty Sylvia Beardsley, with her cheeks of rosy red. When I saw Cecile Denault, writing household hints for the paper, I readily understood why no housewife would for-sake her. And then I saw a bright and attractive looking face, It was our schoolmate, Mildred Blair, selling imported lace. Soon I saw a coach of a world-known basketball team, And when I took a glimpse of her, it was Miss Lacouline. Ruth McCarthy, with her skates came next, and to my surprise, Was at a wonderful skating carnival, and was receiving a first prize. Next I saw Marion Kenney, who was training to be a nurse, And really that was good, for she certainly might do worse. For you know there’s always need for a loving heart and hand To cheer and care for those who constant care demand. One fact is surely true, that she has a loving heart; So I ended up in saying: “Yes, she’s fitted for the part.” Marion McCarthy, one of the youngest of the class, Was the next American beauty to appear in the magic glass. I found her a lady of leisure, in the center of social affairs, And she had a Mercer runabout to take her everywhere. And last, but not least, of the persons I saw that day, Was our little bride, named Flossie, and all that I could say Was: “Good luck to you, old girl, throughout your married life. We know you’re going to make yourself a loving little wife.” My attention was next called to the receiver, through which I heard the voice of Attorney Blance Moulton pleading her case with such eloquence be- fore the judge, that I little doubted a defeat or disagreement by the jury when the verdict was returned. Not far from the Court House was a large sign which read: PRACTICE COURTESY THIS IS THE GREAT WEEK And I could hear two great speakers, Helen Manning and Ruth Kane, drilling into the crowds surrounding them, the great value of courtesy. 23