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

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Office Staff LEFT TO RIGHT, SITTING—Mrs. Adolphus N. King, Miss Alice F. Danforth Smith, Mr. Russell L. Williams. STANDING—Miss Dorothy M. Murphy, Mr. S. O. Prologue IN APPRECIATION For nineteen years, Mr. Stanley O. Smith, a model of efliciency, has been the motivating force in his Commerce family. That he has been the father-like guide of pro- gressive students undoubtedly can be proved. Many former Commerce men and women have aitained their respected positions in business and civic affairs because of his sage advice. Although he has always stressed the importance of hard work, he also has realized the value of relaxation. Consequently, he has encouraged partici- pation in many recreational activities, such as sports, clubs, and dances. OUR OFFICE Our office staff, Recording Angels of the High School of Commerce, meticulously write in big books not only a ll our grades, but, alas, also our tardy and absence records. They are, however, Cheerful Givers of Infor- mation to all inquiries. Always the office staff and principals have reflected the “Open Door Policy’, advo- caied in 1915 by the founder of the school, Mr. Carlos B. Ellis. Behind those doors, two Very Important Per- sons, Principal Smith and Assistant Principal Williams, render countless services willingly and excellently; hence, they usually are afforded obedience and respect. Questions Ahead! et

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Faculty THE NEW DEAL Reversing the traditional method of teachers’ interrogating studenis, the Caduceus editors decided to test their faculty by posing a few personal quesiions. Before read- ing their replies, can you guess the answers ? [6]

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Faculty STANDING, LEFT TO RIGHT—Mr. Oswald, Mr. Miller, Mr. Wilder, Mr. Walker, Mr. Melville, Miss Rankin... SEATED, LEFT TO RIGHT —Miss White, Miss Scott, Miss Hunt, Miss Flynn, Miss Walker, Miss McCleary, Miss Nelligan, Miss Dickerman, Miss Smith. CAN TEACHERS RELAX? Mr. Smith, in the center of the group, listened with r p q ay interest to an account of the poverty-stricken condition t apiains and senior lieutenants who ; ; page er eae es of Spain, as told by Miss Dowd, recently returned from checked programs in the main office on September fourth ee Bet tots é' that country. Beyond them, Mr. Walker scuffed over to fully realize how noisily jovial their faculty can be when . i sk tl why any students had caught out of context. Assembled for their first meeting the Patrol officers to ask them why any of the school year, the teachers’ greetings, hand clasp- been so anxious to return to school a day a wee ing, and laughter filled the formidable office that is so asked whether he had enjoyed his vacation, his mirth- dreaded by many Commerce boys and girls. fully stammered reply, “Obhh - - - yes!” brought a fresh Minglimecith the crowd (Viel one erence nt outburst of laughter from the group. In the distance fo) (o) r) 7 . O68 ; } sa : ould be heard Mr. Miller, explaining how he had been Dobbs’ very attractive visiting niece. Soon appeared Mr. i a : ae ig i ing ummer because Wilder, proudly sporting a new pair of eye goggles; he forced to dig up his cellar during the s smiled and nodded to acquaintances as of old. And who of an intrusive tree root. could be that excited small girl near the window? The Standing in the center of this confusion, the new art usually self-controlled Miss Lynch actually was jump- teacher, Mrs. Herter, obviously tried to suppress a look ing up and down before Mr. Williams and Miss Dan- of surprise. Could her expression have been caused by forth, as she shouted, “I’ve got algebra! I have to teach the clamor made by these new fellow-workers? Inde- algebra!” fatigable Mr. Rumpal, in sharp contrast to the others, Shortly after that, in strolled James-Retirement- appeared to be the only teacher accomplishing any real Clancey, all ablaze in sport shirt and don’t-you-envy-me work. Even he, however, interrupted his instructions to smile. Apparently, he had not been able to abstain from his old fort. Again the the door opened, this time to admit Miss Rankin. Looking much refreshed from a the Patrol officers long enough for jovial greetings to his faculty comrades. What later transpired behind closed doors at the lazy summer of entire idleness, she skipped gaily from faculty meeting could only be guessed by the Patrol one group of noise-makers to the next. Might she, even members. Perhaps friendly Miss Dickerman, aware, as so early in the year, have been collecting bits of data were the others, of the busy year ahead, may have for the 1952 Caduceus? Nearby, Miss Flynn charmingly whispered her favorite “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and greeted her friends by an inquiry concerning the health tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day.” of all relatives — known or unknown to her. Every sub- The patrol members, however, busily working on post ject except school seemed to be touched by the holiday- assignments, hoped that for at least one more day the minded faculty that day. festive teachers were remaining — out of context. [8]