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

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SOPHOMORE CLASS OF 1916. I C. Alfred, Clarence. Alf. Allen, Morris. Al. Bachy, Helen. Land, O Maseef' Barres, Dorothy. Sit down! you're rock- ing the boat. Bidle, Marie. Sure, that's all right. Blank, Helen. No, did you? Bletz, Samuel. Sammie. Bowles, Frank. Frankie Bunowitz, Bessie. How's the Weather up there? Charvat, Gertrude. Who'd ever thunk it! Chesses, Ruth. What d' you mean? Cohen, Jacob. Jakie. Cook, Marion. Yes, she may. Dolinsky, Mae. For the love of Davy Jones. Eisner, Sylvester. Ves. Federman, Belle. You're quite a charm. Feuer, Sadie. That's ni-i-ce. Fields, Greeta. Ish-ge-fish. Friedland, Amelia. Oh, for the love Pete! Goldsmith, Aaaron. Goldie Hanson, Doris. What a fool I'd be! Harkness, Ellis. Hark. Hartman, Myrtle. Oh, you're awful ' Hedin, Elvira. For the love of Mike. Heil, Frederick. Heilo. Hinske, John. John Alden. Hronek, Fred. Venus. Jarosh, Julia. Oh, I'm very apt to. Kelleher, Regena. The Queen. Kirby, Loretta. Say, that's great. of Koch, Mabelle. Heh, you, listen! Kolinsky, Mollie. Just like that. Krajicek, James. l Jimmie. Krivos, Frank. Frankie Lampe, Raymond. Ray. Long, Gladys. Hello, Spook. Luck, Marjorie. Heavens to Betsy. Meier, Irvin. Irvie. Meltzer, Bessie. Oh, she makes me sick. Mettel, Clyde. True as steel. Neugroschl, Mollie. t'No, I don't want to! Opper, Morse. Just listen. Orvis, Harvey. Good Work. Paige, Ralph. Wait a minute. Peterka, James. Jamie Pauers, Anna. Oh, for the love of goodness! Pumphrey, Harry. Genteel. Reiches, Isidore. On the job. Rice, William. Come, Willie. Rozman, Alexander. Brookside Sarnovitz, Sophie. 'Tm terrible sorry. Schreibman, Ida. Ish ga bibblef' Sebek, Ethel. You make me so mad. Shulman, Chas. Don't do it. Spaulding, Ethel. Oh, say! Swailfield, Harold. I am tired. Thomas, Celia. Now, girls! Tomko, Frank. Oh, yes. Volk, Lawrence. Why not? Wallington, Cyrus. Quite so. Warner, Nellie. Oh, mamma! Weidman, Elizabeth. Come with me. Zbornik, Chas. I will. lwm 'rl ill. il: , N li S 21 , , , . 'Q ' l,i'flllu li5 . ---W W 115 l

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CLASS OF 1917. O UR career in the High School of Commerce had only begun, indeed we were not a year old, before our upper class-mates asked for our history. Our history is short, and easily told. Within one single year, our class-members have graduated from grammar schools and have be- come industrious pupils of Commerce High. No other class in our build- ing has made a record so remarkable during that same time. We can also tell of a few things done at Commerce of which we are proud. Flats, as you all know, is the name by which we are called in our Freshman year, and it seems to us a name to be proud of. That name signifies that we have passed the elementary age and have entered upon our great High School career. Having so many new studies makes us carry our books home nights, but Algebra seems about the hardest of all our Freshman work, still we hope to conquer that, as well as any other subject, by careful thinking. Although we are only beginners, we are represented in the Orchestra and the Girls' Glee Club. In fact they could not get along without us. We may well say that a great measure of the growth of Commerce is due to having so many Flats come in every year, for if we didn't come in, our upper class-mates could surely not get along. We hope many more may come in next year. We shall be kind to the little boys and girls when they enter, for we know how they feel. We may call them Flats sometimes, for they would think it strange if we did not hand over to them our first-year pet name when we become Sophomores. EDNA BUESCH, '17. AC-COUNTING FOR FLATSQ OR FRESHMEN RHYMES. One, two, what can they do? Three, four, study more, Five, six, stop their tricks, Seven, eight, walk up straight, Nine, ten, begin again, Eleven, twelve, learn to delve 3 Thirteen, fourteen, give up sportin'g Fifteen, sixteen, quit fussin' and fixin'g Seventeen, eighteen, stop their pratingg Nineteen, twenty, work a-plenty. Should Freshies do this They'd not go amissg When to Seniors they grow, Things worth while they would know. 117