High School of Commerce - Annual Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Q 'ijatatiun Ulfliell Spent HE sounds of a violin rose sharp and shrill on the air, now telling a story of sorrow, now of hope. The playing suddenly stopped. Its the best we can do, said the musician, as he put the violin in the case. Yes, answered Gilbert, Mother will be glad if I can help her a little with the expense of my senior year. As they were good musicians, they had decided to visit the Tercentennial Exposition at Jamestown, Virginia, and try, by playing, to earn the money required. I wish we knew how our plan will succeed, said Fred, the elder. Oh, don't worry about it now but just let us enjoy our trip, Gilbert said, as the train pulled into the station of Chester, Pennsylvania. The boys bade their mothers farewell, and in hopeful spirits boarded the train. The coaches were fairly filled, but the boys were lucky enough to get a seat to- gether. Opposite them sat a lady with a canary bird in a cage. Soon the conductor passed through. Madam, I will have to take this bird to the baggage car. Indeed, you shall not take my little Tom away from me, said the lady. f'No birds, cats, dogs, or monkeys allowed in these coaches, said the con- ductor. Well, snapped the woman, They make a great mistake when they have you here. Everyone in the car had a smile as the conductor picked up the cage and, to the indignation of the lady, walked out. The train sped on and on. Cape Charles, called the conductor, All off for Cape Charles. Well, here we are, said Gilbert and the two boys left the train and fol- lowed the crowd to the boat and after a ride of three hours arrived in Nor- folk, Virginia. Its no use, we've tried everywhere and my funds are low but I won't ask mother for money, Fred said sadly, on the third day after their arrival. What do you intend to do, go home ? asked Gilbert. Yes, I think we will have to, but we will try once again, answered Fred. The next morning while at breakfast in a nearby restaurant, Fred, who was reading the paper,,almost upset his coffee as he brought his hand down on the table. Here is the very thing for us, he cried as he handed the paper to Gil- bert, showing him the following advertisement: Wanted-two violinists to play daily, except Sundays, on excursion steamer. In a short time the boys started out to apply for the position. The man- ager of the excursion steamer was a typical southerner. He said to them: 99

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She then got ready to go homeg Eleanor did likewise. As Eleanor passed through the office Mr. Robinson called her to his desk. He gave her two dollars to pay her for her day's work, and told her he hoped she would have better success in the future. WINIFRED HINCKLEY, 1910. at jaaturfs Zlutumn Banff S one wanders through the wildwood at Autumn time he sees her clothed in beauty. Robins and other birds are waiting for Nature's grand festival, then they will Hy south. The sturdy oak king with his red and brown leaves, the elm queen with her slender form drooping to the ground as if she had great sorrow, and the tall erect poplar are all waiting for father Wind to carry their children to the dance. In fact everyone in Autumnsville is getting ready for the annual festival. The robin was asked to sing a solo and of course he did not refuse. The frog orchestra played the accompaniment. The day finally arrived. jack Frost carpeted the earth in White velvet and touched the trees and Howers and made everything smile. The robin and blue birds had their places on the platform and the frogs were trying their instruments. The woodchuck was to play the drum. All was ready and great throngs of people came pouring in. There were little girls and boys dressed in their best dresses, then there were young couples dressed in crimson and yellow, and older members of the families dressed just as gayly as their children. The Hddler started to play, and couple after couple joined in the first dance. They wheeled around, and around and ended the first dance with a merry laugh. After dancing several times refreshments were served, consisting of Jack Frost's ices of various shapes, nuts and fruit. The final dance was started and everybody, young and old, joined in. After that the crowd scattered and Nature with all her splendor and beauty went to sleep for the Winter. MILDRED S. WOODMAN, '13. 96 Jiaume, Sweet Jlaume Mid summer and winter tho' we may roam, Those exams are ever coming. How we Wish to stay at home! A charm from the skies, then adorns the teacher's face, Which seek thro' the world, can be found no other place. Exams, oh exams, sweet exams, There's nothing so sweet to all as exams, b-u-r r exams. 98

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I want two capable and reliable men to play on the boat that runs between Norfolk and the Exposition grounds. We make four trips a day, commenc- ing at ten in the morning and returning from the last trip at seven in the evening. Do you think you can fill the bill? Yes, Sir, spoke up Fred, We are willing to accept the position and will do the best We can. Very well, said the manager, I will pay you fifty cents an hour for a start and if satisfactory will raise your wages. When would you want us to start ? inquired Gilbert. Why, said the man, at ten this morning, it is now nine and you will have ample time to get your instruments. All right, answered Fred, we will be back on time. Greatly elated they left the office and went back to their room for their violins, to start to work. One night, near the end of the summer, on the return trip, the boat was crowded with men, women, and children. The boys were playing and peeple were dancing. Oh, my child, cried a women's voice. She fell-. A young man had dived. All eyes were upon him. 6'Will he get the child! No: oh, yes, he has it and is swimming toward the boat? A line is thrown to him and, with the child in his arms, he reaches the boat and is helped up by willing hands. He gives the child to its thankful mother and avoiding the compliments and praises of the crowd, our friend, Gilbert soon resumes his place in the orchestra saying to Fred: I am so glad that I saw the accident in time to be able to save the child. The summer is over and the boys, after a short rest at home, returned to college, satisfied that their vacation had been a profitable as well as a pleasant one. MARY W. CALL, 1911. J' The QBIU Qhaken Zgutket f'l7or Seniorsl How dear to my heart are memories of my school days, Of teachers and pupils and studies not few. Oh Economics and Civics, the deep-tangled Shorthand, And ev'ry loved book of our English work toog The beautiful pond, that we crossed o'er to get there, The bridge that was doomed to go down with us all, The card of reports satisfying to no oneg And the dear thoughts of returning to that same class in fall. 100