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

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walked away, and after Jones left I told father what I had done. Although he was angry, it amused him very much and Jones was never the wiser for the trick played upon him. Whenever I think of that ride, although it was forty years ago I recall what a funny position old Farmer Jones was in. STELLA BECK, 1910 eat The freshman There sits a young Freshman with paper and pen, Both talking and writing as fast as he can. No one in the school room has more to say Of the various things that have happened that day. The lesson's no sooner assigned to the class, Than up comes his hand, and the teacher he'1l ask, ' Please, teacher, the lesson I did not quite hear, I was thinking of what things might happen next year The teacher will answer, Page one and page two, When you are a Sophomore you'll watch what we do. At all the long questions he'll scornfully look, Then Find the short answer in his Algebra Book. And many a noon he has joyously passed, In telling the things he would do at the last. Good games of clean football I surely shall play, You'1l End me a hero in brave deeds some day. The time was approaching, the end of the year, The exams were fast coming, his one greatest fear. In his hand was forced something-he found it a note, One which a wise Junior in kindliness wrote. O Freshman, raw Freshman, d'you know where you're at? I hate to see people so full of their chat. 'Tis those who say little that do their work best, As you will soon learn when you come tothe test. JOSEPH BERNSTEIN, 1911 127

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Zllibe Zlnterprzter AM now fifty years of age, live in Cleveland and am a retired business man, I but as I sit before the fire at night I cannot help recalling my boyhood days. I was born in Shreve, Ohio, spent my early days there and knew all the people for ten miles around. I especially recall one funny incident when I was about ten years of age. I was sitting on the fence near the road eating a large piece of bread covered with jam, when Farmer Jones came along. He was an old friend of the family and whenever he drove by he would ask me to come with him. He was so very deaf as to be obliged to have some one to do the hearing for him. He visited our home so often and I rode with him so much that he understood everything I said by the movement of my lips. One day while driving with him we came to a farmer who was working in his garden. Farmer Jones yelled at the top of his voice Che never spoke quietlyj. Have you any chick- ens to sell? The farmer replied, I never owned chickens. But in order to derive some fun out of it I told jones that the farmer had chickens. The following conversation then ensued: jones- How many chickens have you? Farmer- I told you I have none. Interpreter- One hundred. Jones-- What do you sell them for? Farmer-e- I am not selling chickens. Interpreter- Ten cents a pound. Jones-- That's too high. I can get them at John Davis' for eight cents a pound. Interpreter- He says he wouldn't sell them to you. Farmer- Well, why don't you go there? jones-See here, sir, I want you to understand my credit is good the country around. Why man alive I've got ten thousand dollars in the bank. Interpreter- He says, 'You wouldn't pay for them any how.' Jones- I want you to know I am an honest man. Farmer-- When did that man get out of the asylum? Interpreter- He says, 'I know who you are and you can't fool me. You look like a bunco man., jones Cdriving off very angryj- I think you are a crazy old fool and I bet you never owned a chicken in your life. jones was so very angry that he did not say a word to me the entire Way but kept mumbling to himself. When we arrived at my home he saw my father and recited the entire conversation to him. It was impossible for me to stifle my laughter so I 126

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Songs Uhlpztmwate Put on your old grey bonnet .................,.... There's music in the air .......... Not because your hair is curly ..... Dreaming ......................,. My Irene is the village queen. . . Last rose of summer ......... I was just supposing ........... Has anybody here seen Kelly. . . There's nobody just like you. Nobody's little girl ............... It's a way they have in Chicago .... Where is my boy tonight ......... Life's a funny proposition ...... One word from you ....... Poor John ........... Still as the night ....................... Bright Eyes ............................. I'se a longing in my heart for you, Louise .... By the light of the silvery moon ........... My Meerschaum Pipe .................. Mamma's boy ............. Wait ....................... In the Garden of Dreams ..... Gee, I wish I had a girl ...... If I only had a sweetheart .... Blue Eyes .................. Every little bit helps ..... The Billiken Man ..... Answers ............. Volunteer Organist ..,. Who is Sylvia ....... Sympathy .......... Fiddle and I ......... Down on the farm ............. He was a prince ................. Longing for someone to love me .... Irish Molly ................................... Red Head ...................................... . . . . .Pearl Morris. . . . .Mildred Boltey. . . .Harold Romanis. . . . . .Bessie Martin. . . .Walter Madigan. . . .Laura Hawkins. . . . . . .Eva Huberty. . . . . .joseph Martin. . . . . .Herbert Sinek. Florence Holloway. . . . . . .Esther Foley. ........julia Creer. . . .Anton Karlovec. . . .Valeria Schacha. .... john Hasey. . . . . . . .Julia Zaynz. Bessie Hafemeister. . . .Louise Housego. . . . .Clyde Downing. . . . .James Cosgriff. . . . . .Fred Johnson. . .Mabel Hummell. . . . . .Edwin Krauss. . . .Raymond Joslin. . . . . . .Edmo Combs. . . . . .Anna Goldberg. .Richard De Forest. . . . . .Arthur Buzek . . . . . . .Stella Beck. . . . .Ethel Whipp. . . . .Sylvia Kirian. . . . . . . .Clara Viets. . . . . .Laddie Lustig. . . . . . .Carl Thumm. . . . .Leonard Hadde. . . . . . .Emma Emde. . . .Blanche Caldwell. . . . . . .Ora Lampus. When your golden head has turned to silver grey ............ Pearl Maxwell. Put on the soft, soft pedal ............................ . . . .Harold Nichols. NELLIE KING, 1910. 128