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

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Science and Physical Education Charles lol Grose. Oswald, Barbara Hollister, Alleen Hills, Otto Wulff, Harold W. Jones, Edmee Robert, Dr. Charles R. Gadaire. ABSEXT FROM PICTURE—Nancy Health Brings. Wealth — Scintillating. Discovenios. A laugh sounding like the tinkle of many high-pitched bells, a faintly crinkled mouth that invariably relates funny stories, and a favorite stance of folded arms and straddled legs: can’t you see our tall, blond physical education in- structor, Miss Barbara Hollister? . . . . Not only did a tree grow in Brooklyn, but also did our boys’ physical education instructor. As much as the twittering girls hoped he would live up to his name, our Otto Wulff remains true to one girl, his wife, a former Commerce graduate. .... Sampson’s strength lay in his hair, but such is not the case with our physical education instructor, Miss Edmee Robert. Although her black hair is clipped short, she possesses an unbounded reserve of energy and fortitude, which she uses to advantage in her gym. and First Aid classes... . . With her left eye- brow slightly raised, and her dancing green eyes peering impishly from a deeply tanned face, physical education instructor Nancy Grose can be seen sitting erectly on the corner of a front desk. Although one foot remains firmly on the floor, the other swings in an endless, pendulum-like motion suggestive of her energy that must constantly find an outlet. [13 ] Mr. Oswald, science teacher, often smooths his white hair in perplexity while trying to form a completely unbiased opinion. His tolerant nature shines in his friendly eyes and beams from his pleasant smile when he addresses his numer- ous classes. . . Automatically, the hand of Miss Alleen Hills reaches up to her hair, pulls out a smooth brown ‘curl, twists and twirls it idly; then allows it to snap back into place. This habit, together with twinkling eyes behind round-rimmed glasses, distinguishes our little biology pro- fessor. . . Although Hal Jones levels penetrating glances at tardy offenders, he more often flashes a broad smile at his ever-enlarging circle of friends, found in both 125 and in his biology classes. This infectious grin, indicative of a prankish nature, manifests itself in the many jokes and antics which he displays to any interested audience. Beneath Dr. Gadaire’s nose nestles a distinguished moustache, which compensates for the scarcity of hair on his crown. This outstanding decoration, combined with the inscrutable, dental grins that he flashes at his. delighted chemistry and biology students, renders his face unforgettable.

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Be th wr we Ee ge Our Nurse Miss Jean McNally Curator of the Jreaswuy Our recently acquired health counselor, Miss Jean McNally comes to us from the Armory across the way. Her eyebrows fastened by small frowning creases, this pleasant, brunette angel-of-mercy chews absent-mindedly on her pencil while she meditates. Clear eyes, exhibited beneath rimless glasses, welcome all those in need of competent advice to the friendly atmosphere of her office. Household. Jreasures Miss Judd’s unconscious habit of moistening her lips after each sentence arrests the interest of observ- ant students. Even more fascinating is her little hid- den smile that seems to be reflected by her benign VCS ay Lots New to us is Miss Harriet J. Hewitt, the clothing teacher who spends her mornings at Classical and her afternoons in Room 114. Miss Hewitt has impressed Commerce students by her gentle yet authoritative manner, and her impeccable good taste. .... The appearance of a carefully manicured hand, automatically reaching for an exquisite silver thimble case suspended about her neck, captures the attention of all newcomers to 115. Old-timers recognize this act as a fascinating habit typical of immaculate Miss White. eagerly observed by Commerce girls, should set the fashion standard for the school. An artistic hand- kerchief, carefully selected, harmonizes with each . Miss Janet Scott’s stylish costumes, ensemble. . . . Miss Bulkeley’s habit of constantly fin- gering her pince-nez gives her a truly sophisticated air. Her beautifully combed hair and meticulous apparel add to this notion. JEWEL OF SOUND As soon as Dr. Viggiano, our able maestro, hears a sour note, he wrinkles his nose, screws his eyes tight, and sadly shakes his head. On the other hand, a bright gleam in his eyes indicates he is completely satisfied. PERFECTION OF SIGHT Every art student remembers Miss Marsden’s glowing eyes as she emphasizes bold modern art, and pronounces her favor- ite expression, “No dinky lines, please!” With hands on her hips, she then analyzes the drawings of her hopeful students. Art, Music, and Home Economics Departments SiR WEILL piXiTt 16 Ato Stale) StTurs Light eet FIRE DRILL = XIT ey 10S T6 STATES TURN Be Martha B. Judd Janet E. Scott Edith F. Marsden Dr. F. Anthony Vigg ano Harriet J. Her itt Grace L. Bulkeley Bernice White

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Commerce Jraditions “Landmarks that we seniors never saw; people and tradi- tions quite unknown.” The traditions former graduates made and loved are those every Commerce student has lived with—not realizing their significance, nor knowing what they were. Yet we, our- selves, have been a living part of each—have, in fact, made them exist. STONY MIMICS High above our third-floor windows, the facial contortions of fifty-eight gargoyles reflect the amusement, disgust, and anger of the thousands of people who have passed the school. While some of these little figures drowsily close their eyes in sleep, Many alert students recall these masonry mimics. a few resemble wide-eyed vigilantes defending their bastions. Others remind passersby of the stony-faced teachers who grotesquely scowl over the edge of a book. The most pathetic faces are the melancholy gargoyles who seem to say, “What's the use?” ever-changing chronicle of life, Yet despite their proximity to this the gargoyles remain indom- itable, their expressions preserved in stone. THE FATHER OF COMMERCE To present-day Commerce pupils, Carlos B. Ellis is merely a traditional figure: a portrait displayed in the Assembly Hall; a name spoken often in Springfield. To those who knew him, Mr. Ellis is a vibrant, living personality. They have cherished incidents that reveal with poignant clarity his vast sympathy and understanding. They refer, for instance, to his open office door: “So that nothing can separate me from my students,” he would explain. They remember his very real grief whenever a student was suspended: “The pupil has not failed; we have failed.” The passage of time should not permit this beloved man to die: surely in Commerce he still lives!