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

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The School Champion in Shorthand was selected as follows: Dictation was given by Mr. S. R. Hoover on straight new matter, selected by him at 90, 110, and 120 words. The highest rate transcribed in 1914 was 110 words. Miss Anna Herwald won with a percentage of 96M. Below is shown Miss Herwald's notes for the first minute of the 110-word take. fgfoli was ,f ww-i.ifw ?x'tsf'CXE5L!l7fj!LKQ3 I 1 vg,2gU5L 75 Lfuf-x UDLR, VGVL will in sux-Q ,K-N gilt vwufjy HI7 1 Much valuable time is wasted waiting to see the men who sit in private ofHces. While a great deal of this waiting is inevitable, a little more system on the part of the men who conduct the offices would prove a boon to callers. Not long ago, I waited half an hour to see a man, and when I made inquiry I found that my card had not been sent in. The boy was so afraid of the manager that he wouldn't go in until the other caller came out. The manager, not knowing that I was waiting, was having a sort of social visit with his caller. My business PENMANSI-IIP AT COMMERCE. T O show that the handwriting of the pupils in The High School of Commerce receives attention, and that more than ordinary interest is taken in this very necessary accomplishment, a specimen page selected from the work of the pupils throughout the school is herein presented. This page may be regarded as an illustration of the smooth and speedily Written commercial style that begets promotion to the writer and is con- sidered an essential to the well-rounded training of any office employee. 69

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EDNA M. HENNING, WINNER OF THE SCHOOL CHAMPIONSHIP TYPEWRITER CONTEST. Writing for five minutes from new matter, deducting five words for each error, according to international rules, Miss Henning's record is as follows: . 311 Gross words, 2 Errors, 62 Net words per minute, T 99.9',2?f Accuracy. The fishing-boats and the fishing, the nets and all the fishing work are a great ornament to SBrighton. They are real, there is some- thing about them that forms a link with the faots of the sea, with the forces of the tides and winds, and the sunlight gleaming on the white crests of the waves. They speak to thoughts lurking in the mindg they float between life and death as with a billow on either hand: their anchors go down to the roots of existence. This is real work, real labor of man, to draw forth food from the deep as the plough draws it from the earth. It is in utter contrast to the artificial work--the feathers, the jewellery, the writing at desks of the town. The writings of a thousand clerks, the busy factory work, the trimmingp and feathers, and counter-attendance do not touch the real. They are all artificial. For food you must still go to the earth and to the sea, as in primeval days. Where would your thousand clerks, your trimmers, and counter- salesmen be without a loaf of bread, without meat, without fish? The old brown sails and the nets, the anchors and tarry ropes, go straight to nature. You do not care for nature now? Well! all I can say is, you will have to go to nature one day--when you die: you will find na- ture very real then. I rede you to recognise the sunlight and the sea. the flowers and woods now. I like to go down on the beach among the fishing-boats, and to re- cline on the shingle by a smack when the wind comes gently from the west and the low wave breaks but a few yards from my feet. I like the occa- sional passing scent of pitch: they are melting it close by. I confess I like tar: one's hands smell nice after touching as

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