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

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OMMERCEYEARBUO GIVING PRIZE POEM WM. IVIARCO, IQI3 WOULD not be a selfishichild, For I Was early taught To give a part of all I have, As generous children ought, Not keeping anything myself, But sharing it with others, So, When I had the whooping cough, I gave it to my brothers. . Last winter I Was kept at home, The doctor Came each day., VVe had a card outside the door To Warn our friends away. No one might come to visit us, Yet, doing What I Could, I gave my scarlet fever y To half the neighborhood. And so it was with measles, And so with chicken-pox, I gave them to my little friends I Un three surrounding blocks. And now that We are Well again, 1 It makes me laugh-ha! hal To think that when I had the mumps, I gave them to papal ' oo

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CGMMERCE YEAR BOOK, 1912 It was Trenck-Sam Trenck! Don't recognize him, do you, Jim ? said the clerk. He's new to me, Jim replied. - Then both stared at me. ' W7ho might you be ? Jim demanded. And where did you come from? Dead broke,'! I said. Trying to beat my way to Chicago. We oughter run you in along with him,,' Jim declared, looking thought- fully from me to his fellow clerk. 'But you sure did us a good turn, even if you haven't any business in this car. r f'You'd better drop off at the next station kinder quiet like when we don't happen to be looking, the second mail clerk suggested. My heart sank. lldust I go without my wallet? Yet if I told them that I knew Trenck, their gratitude would at once change to suspicion, and they would turn both Trenck and me over to the police. 'fRight you are,,' Iuaddressed them. 'CI don't want to get you two into trouble. As I'm dead broke, and our friend here is going where' he won't need money, therels no harm, is there, in my rewarding myself out of his pockets ? I Both the clerks- grinned approval. A Sure!,' said Jim. '.'I reckon we owes you somethingall right for having spoiled his game!!! . Deftly I went through Trenck's-pockets. 4'This will do, I laughed, holding up my own wallet. The clerks grinned again. . Now beat it,H Jim ordered. We're slowing down and in another minute some one!s apt to see you. He opened the door and I swung off into the night. No sooner had I caught my balance and felt solid ground beneath me than I was down on my knees and with trembling 'fingers groping in my wallet. I It was empty! y ' Almost frenzied, I struck a match, and by its light examined every fold. But there was nothing! In utter despair, I let the wallet fall, and slapped my hands upon my breast. Beneath my right palm something crackled. Mechanically, I felt in my pocket. There was a rip that opened into the lining. I thrust my hand through. lyly Hngers touched something stiff, gripped it,.d drew it forth. Again I struck a match and-looked. 'Tye got them! Got them! I cried, and clutched my papers-papers that had been in my coat all the time-papers worth a million! 89

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FIRST TERM CLASSES