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

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COMMERCE Aided by two or three trusty Scouts, Fred Stone proved himself a friend of all present by preparing a dinner which was not only eaten, but enjoyed, by the members of the troop. Baseball was the next feature of the program. Suddenly the entire camp was startled by the ap- pearance of Sniff (Senneff, for the bene- fit of the uninitiated) who had supposed- ly been fishing since early dawn. It seemed that he had fallen asleep in a meadow by the brook, exposed to the full rays of the midday sun, and behold, what a spectacle. Sunburned! Yes, dear reader, but in what a way. West of a perpendicular line from forehead to chin, the features of Frances R. were burned a ruddy red, while east of that line not a ray of sunlight had penetrated. The cause—asleep with one side of the face only, exposed. Result—too, too awful to describe. The effects may still be seen upon the handsome countenance of the individual described. Wednesday dawned cold and dismal. Snow had fallen during the night, fine rain still fell as the disgusted campers made a pretense of “washing up” in the icy spring water. “Let’s beat it home.” suggested someone. “We can make the 8.56 if we hurry.” The suggestion took immediate hold, spreading like wildfire throughout the camp. By 8 o’clock lit- tle groups could be seen, struggling down the hillside under full packs, on their way to the station. Troop 35 disappear- ed in a body. Only the “Faithful Few” remained in the once happy camp upon the mountain. All day Wednesday the remaining scouts camped around the fire in Mr. Campbell’s kitchen, telling stories, read- ing, playing cards and checkers. Here, again. Scoutmaster Stone showed himself superior to the scouts under his com- mand by beating all comers at checkers. Senneff and Boedeker met ignominious defeat at the hands of that brilliant strat- egiam Need more be said of him as a checker champion? On Thursday, the scouts were reward- ed for their stay by good weather. A hike in the morning and a trip after ar- butus in the afternoon, filled the daylight hours. The evening was spent in ar- ranging the flowers gathered during the day. and many bunches of beautiful May flowers were the result of the day’s trip. S-cncff r cdrd, 3 1

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COMMERCE THAT SCOUT CAMP AT CHESTER Myron J. Boedeker. Troop 18, the Commerce unit of the Boy Scouts, was one of three troops in- vited by Mr. Campbell to camp on his farm in Chester during the Easter va- cation. Eight of the Troop 18 Scouts reported in Chester Monday morning, being joined there by others from Troop 9. Later in the day, representatives of Troop 35 appeared, having been led in a 27-mile bicycle ride by Scoutmaster C. T. Powers of the Commerce faculty. Finally a loud rattling and chugging was heard in the distance, smoke was seen upon the horizon, and beneath a huge moving pile of luggage (the equipment of Troops 9 and 18), triumphantly ap- peared Scoutmaster Fred Stone, and his redoubtable Ford. Monday was a beautiful day, and was spent in settling camp, admiring the scenery, and preparing for the week of fun to follow. Some scouts walked the three miles to town, where Frances R. Senneff achieved the record at the soda fountain. The first night was spent in perfect discomfort. “Hey! Take ya knees outa my back.” “Aw shut up.” “Gim- me half that blanket, or Pll land you in the eye, Youngie, old Sport.” These and similar remarks helped make the night horrible for those who wished to sleep. The climax was reached, however, when Fred Stone chugged merrily away to aid a party of distressed motorists on the hillside, returning in the wee, small hours when all was quiet with two new camp- ers, who managed, with admirable ease and nonchalance, to disturb the entire camp, recalling from the arms of Mor- pheus all those who had been lucky enough (and warm enough) to fall asleep. Finally, however, after hours and hours of shivering and kicking, sleeping and waking, the day dawned, and at 5 A. M., the camp was stirring. After breakfast, fishing was next upon the program of the day. Although pur- sued by a dozen or more enthusiastic fishermen ( ?) all but two of the trout in the streams near Chester succeeded in escaping the wiles of the tempting bait. Through superior knowledge or exces- sive good luck, Mr. Campbell and Mr. Stone each succeeded in attaching a trout to his hook and line. The remainder of the party, tired of drowning worms, re- turned to camp in the forenoon. 0

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COMMERCE Friday was spent in cleaning up camp and pack’ng; finally, about noon, the car ( ?) (the Stone Ford), was lifted out of the mud, loaded with packs, and sped upon its homeward journey. It was fol- lowed by the remaining campers, and at 10 the Boy Scouts of Commerce troop disappeared from the town of Chester, being borne to Springfield upon the tra;n. And so ended the camping trip at Campbell’s Farm. Chester. A TRUTH OF TODAY IN COLONIAL STYLE Honor Roll. Oh, Honor Roll! Thou grand and mystic thing! W hen I’m almost upon you ’Tis then that you take wing. Are you a bird of Paradise? Your plumage is most fine. Oh, would thou wert my very own. Then would my name be writ with thine. Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! W hy do you ily so high ? I have a salt shake in my hand, But thou dost not come nigh! How am I now to get thy tail. Upon it to spread salt, If. every time I venture near, You make a sudden vault? Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! Thou bird of outspread wing. I hear sweet music—afar off— Come closer pray, and sing. Why must you tantalize me so? Flying ever in the mist. I try so hard to gain you, but You’re gone, by some queer twist! Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! While still thou mayest, list! I would give all my worldly wealth, To hold thee in my fist. Oh! Whilst not linger ? Come, I pray! I crave you, that you know. I even leave my daily work To capture you, that I may go. Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! I will not longer plead; Stay, if thou wilt, aloof from me, Thy dazzling beauty I’ll not heed! What? Dost thou wander farther still? Fly farther, yet I say, I’ll tend my daily duties now No more in search of you I’ll stray. Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! Ts’t thou I see so near? Why dost thou perch beside me now? It seems to me most queer! What? May I claim you for my own? I hold you in my very grasp! Thou dost not flutter from me now, How do I thus you clasp? Honor Roll, Oh, Honor Roll! Is’t thy sweet voice which dost reply: “Because you did your daily task, “I needs to you must fly?” Why did I not this long before? Like Abbou Ben Adam have I Attempted to do the far things first, But to gain when I do the task most nigh. Alice Ray Louvan. S-h-h-h-A SECRET! Doris B. “Beatrice told me you told her that secret I told you not to tell her.” Esther C. “It’s beastly of her to have told you that! Why, I told her not to.” Doris B. “Well. I told her that I wouldn’t tell you she told me, so DON’T you tell her I did.” 3 2