High School of Commerce - Caravel Yearbook (New York, NY)

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COMMERCE YEAR BOOK, 1911 Ulibe Qnlhen ge Long, long ago there was a Golden Age When all mankind lived happy and at peaceg There were no weapons and no battle-rage, And Earth, untilled, yet yielded her increase. Sweet milk and nectar in the rivers Howed, While tawny honey trickled from the treeg And woolly flocks oft heard their shepherd sing, On pastures green above the silver sea, The praises of the fields where Pan abode, Eternal flowers and eternal Spring. That dream has vanished, and the golden page VVhereon it slept forevermore is turned: Why fret our fancy with a fabled age Of innocence for which old poets yearned? How many, many thousand years ago Pandora's girlish curiosity Led her to lift the lid of that black chest, And loose the fatal animosity Of all those swarming ills that cause our woe: Yet winged Hope remained to be our guest! The child of morning, rosy-fingered dawn, Still blushes red when Heaven's gates unbar, And silver cob-webs glisten on the lawn NV hen crooning songsters greet Apollo's car. The hoarse voice of the ocean changeth not, But breaks in thunder on the waste of sandy Drawn by the mystic magnet of the moon The moaning tides encroach upon the land. A Golden Age is still the human lot, And Nature's gifts are still a golden boon. 70

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'WT' COMMERCE YEAR BOOK, 1911 in my own head, and that is why I have got you out here to-day: To buy that little dam and this excellent farm for the small and ridiculous price of one million dollars. Why, you crazy l0on, replied the President, losing his temper. What this side of Hades do I want with a rotten old farm and a dinky little dam? I' came out here thinking you could tell me something about the stoppage of the falls, and here you come and spring this crazy proposition on me. Oh, it's no use, I'm ruined -utterly ruined. The President of the Brattleboro Power Company wiped his heated face. W'ell, chuckled Di Vico, I suppose I've got to tell you. I did bring you out here in reference to the falls, and I can tell you in just seventeen words. This dam and similar dams are the sources of the Brattleboro Falls, and I own them all. For a moment the President looked puzzled. Then he nodded his head slowly, and a peculiar look stole over his face. Then he slowly said, lVell, I'll be damned. Say, young man, he continued, you're pretty good. You've got us cornered up here, and we can only accede to your demands, but say, if you'll send your man clown to the store, I'l1 sign the papers and touch off a charge of gun-cotton to that dam in two shakes oi a lamb's tail. FINIS X rt, Lu-if 59

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COMMERCE YEAR BOOK, 1911 7EiJe.1BrofessionaI Qlistort I GUY M, CARLETON ll ,U U R. LANSENV' gf Z, S The Head Usherls voice was peremptory, domineering. Philip stif- .1 ,VA fened. This business of escorting solitary ladies home at thesend of if the play was honest, if humble. The wearing of the theater uniform, and the standing in the lobby as an advertisement of the Managemenfs solicitude for tl1e comfort of its patrons, could be endured for the sake of the com- pensation-especially as that compensation made no inconsiderable addition to the meager salary whicl1 Messrs. Hackleton 81 Langway considered suliicient for a young engineer fresh from college. But no amount of money could keep a self-respecting man from resenting the Head Usher's manner in giving orders. The Head Usher snapped his thumb and finger together. Mr, Lansen ! he called again. Philip reddened. Suppose Clara Hackleton were at that moment entering the lobby! She would be present to-night .... Tom Langway was giving a box-party. And her father .... she had said he was coming. Philip advanced quickly, the desire to be inconspicuous overcoming his re- sentment. S Your services will be required to-night, Mr. Lansen, the Head Usher ohi- ciously informed him. 'iHere's the address. The lady's seat is N 26, Parquet. Philip took the card and returned to his post at the end of the lobby. He felt humiliated and angry. Some day, when he had convinced Messrs. Hackleton 8: Langway that he was as deserving as Tom Langway, the junior Partner, he would speak his mind to that Head Usher. Meanwhile he must bide his time. After all, his experiences as a professional cavalier would make a good story to tell Clara-when he had won fame and fortune as a civil engineer. The thought of Clara restored his equanimity. He had telephoned her only yesterday, asking if he might run up to Islington over Sunday. Clara's voice had sounded thrillingly gracious. She had told him of Tom Langway's theater party. That would keep l1er in town over to-night. But she would return to Islington on the two-fifty, Saturday afternoon, and she had suggested that Philip try to catch that train. It was a delightful prospect to contemplate. To begin with, he would have Clara to himself on the train for seventy minutes, and a good deal can be said even in that short time. At the end of the journey there would be her father's footman to take their bags and conduct them to her father's motor-car. It was very exhilarating to have a footman hand you into a luxurious Mercedes, while the people who were waiting for the trolley car gaped with envy. After the drive there would be the portly butler at the door, and Clara would tell him to show Mr. Lansen to the Red Room. And then Clara would turn and see Philip's box of roses on the hall table. It was a very large box, and Philip rather prided himself on his cleverness in arranging with Clara's maid to have it just there where Clara would be sure to see it. He could almost' see the Hush of pleasure in Clara's dark cheeks and hear her little cry of appreciation as the huge cluster of dewy blossoms was revealed beneath its paper wrappings. Most assuredly such a moment was worth any sacrifice-even the sacrifice of pride to a Head Usher in a theater lobby. So thought Philip-and the next instant 7I