Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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.. ,,,.. ww ,.-........... .. ..,, . ,J COMIVIAS! COMMAS! COIVIMAS! , HERBERT RAUCH-June, l9l7 is ONG have I been wishing to meet Kg the man who invented commas! It is through hi1'h'that I have suffered A much during all of 1ny school days, but on one in particular. For our lesson that day, the teacher had 'assigned the rules for the comma. The previous afternoon and early evening, I had gone out to play ball, partly because I would rather play than study, and partly because I did not want to learn the first few rules. If I did, then I would have to learn them all. There were so many of them that I did not have the heart to tackle them. I had said to myself that I would get up early and study. I guess every boy knows how it goes. That morning, as usual, I had been too sleepy to get up early, but I hurried off to study at school. NVhen I got there, I found a lot of my friends playing foot-and-a-half and marbles. They invited me to play, too. My, but that yard looked fine, but I knew I had to learn those rules, so I started to go down to the basement. I sat down on a bench there, and opened my grammar. After I had been there a little while, I caught sight of Eve heads peeping around a corner. lYhen they noticed that I had seen them, there was a grand rush toward me, a short skirmish, and then when everything was quiet again. I was lying on the bench with three kids sitting on me and two of them taking my grammar away from me. Of course, I couldn't study from then on till the bell rang. any more W'hen it did ring, I went up to my room as scared as I could be, for that teacher was inex- orable. I-Iappily, that day it was my turn, with another boy, to clean the erasers, so we went down into the yard with them, I with my grammar under my coat. VV hen we got down into the yard, I sat down on a bench and began to look over my rules. I'd told my friend not to work too fast. Un- luckily, we had left one eraser in the room. The teacher took it and went to the window with the intention of throwing it down to us. When she did so, she saw me studying my grammar, but I did not know it. VV'hen we got back to the room and had sat down, she called on me to recite. I rose very slowly, looking at my feet. Then she began to ask me rules. She wanted to know how many commas one should put at the beginning of a sentence. I told her two. She asked how many to put at the end. I told her that the question mark took up so much space that one was enough. She asked me why we did not use commas in our speech. I was at a loss how to answer this. so I did not say a word. Then she told me to sit down, and wrote a big round oval in her book for all my exertion. After school, I looked all through the grammar, but I couldn't End any such rules. Now, I know. Wiell, here's to the man who invented the comma! Fifty-five

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