Commercial High School - Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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balutatnriarfs message Fellow CIGSSIIIG-fC5.' Here we stand at the goal which four years ago seemed so distant, but which during this, our Senior year, has seemed all too near. Happy hours stand foremost in our memories of High School days. XVe owe a debt of gratitude to all who have had a share in the building up of the character and intelligence of us all. Now let us close the door of the past and turn our faces to the future. Per- haps no other graduating class has ever had more need of the qualities of Courage and Hope. We are facing an economic condition which demands not only the use of that which we have learned here in Commercial, but also Courage and Hope in its application. Let us not allow the structure which our teachers have molded to be ravaged by discouragement and despondency. Rather, let us remember: Our greatest good, and what we can least spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fearf' In spite of the fact that our school life has terminated, our true friendships, founded in Commercial, are eternal. Though we part now, I feel sure it is but a temporary parting, and our paths will cross again. So, until then, be of good hope, farewell. MILDRED MOWER. 23

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t If , . 1 N. X S E Z X F ,fghmaq if 'mlnr N September 4, 1929, we took up the torch which was to light our way on that great quest for knowledge. We came to Commercial with joy, as we were no longer just grammar school kids. We were quite grown up now, but once we got inside we began to think per- haps we should never have come. How were we ever to find our way through these halls? VV ould we ever be able to stroll nonchalantly around and point out the different rooms as did those upperclassmen? True, some of them sent us on long, distant trips to find the room which was just next door. Most of them, you see, were glad to show off their superior knowledge to the Scrubs, As our Hame Hickered unsteadily, we slowly settled down to the business of becoming real high school scholars. Then, to our horror, out came the Commercial N vw.: all arrayed in green and dedicated to us, in order that all might know what color we were. Evidently, we were Hwee green flickering flames called-Scrubs. The N ew.: certainly contained some fine information for the greenies -informa- tion, which, if we followed to the limit, would probably have turned the school upside down. One of the high lights of this year was the celebration of the decennial anni- versary of our school, when the scholastic and athletic victories were called to mind. After we had found out how to get all the books in our desks, and not to carry them all home every day, things began to look a little better. But then, just to take out the joy, which was beginning to creep in, there appeared on the scene- the dreadful Mid-Year Exams. We wondered who invented them, and certainly wished that they had never wandered into Commercial. On the whole, we survived them quite well, only a few of our lights going out. After Mid-Years, Mr. Tuckerman took some of his Civics classes to visit the jail, in order to brighten that institution to some extent. Imagine his surprise, when on trying to leave, he found that he had one more going out than he had going in. Of course, perhaps, someone should have been left in there, but, inas- much as no one volunteered to stay, the jailer finally allowed -the whole group to go. That was enough of the jail. Most of those who went decided to stay away in the future, because perhaps the next time they wouldn't get out so easily. On April ll, 1930, the Civics classes planted an American Elm Tree on the New Haven Green, in the rear of Trinity Church, in honor of Arbor Day. The planting was done with appropriate ceremonies. Some day, when this tree is great and tall, we shall remember the day that we planted it. The Final Exams came at the close of the school year but Exams were nothing to us now, for had we not passed through the dreadful Mid-Years? And so we passed on to be mighty Sophomores, looking down with haughtiness on the green antics of the new 'fScrubs. Our flames burned larger and brighter than ever as we finished the first quarter of our high school career. WILLIAM POMMER. 25