Hibbard High School - Lantern Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE LANTERN '39 Slfroplzecy of Qian' of une, 1926 The Ultimate Reunion of '26 JULES DASHOW The island of the perfect Utopia, whereon were placed the deserving class of June, 1926, was a scene that exceeded even the golden day-dreams of the twenty-sixers, which were so common during the by-gone class recitations. Old President Bob Basche was watching over and trying to keep order among his reunited flock. Everywhere were scenes of peace and repose. Harold Peterson's basso could be heard booming in harmony with Virginia Aeppli's beautiful soprano voice to the accompaniment of Ella Goldberg's 'harpischordf But that was not the only music on this isle. VVinnie Tharp was recalling old memories with her golden voice by singing the class song. Now and then Sam Lesner would chime in as he had always done with VVinnie and Madame Mel- nick in the Grand Opera. Music was indeed the order of the hour. So Loretta Olson in her little house over at one end of the island commenced to compose her famous songs. These songs seemed to have inspired Aldean Gibboney and Dorothy Sparks, who were visiting Loretta just then, for they recited to the eager class some masterpieces of literature which they had written during their successful literary lives. These readings were interrupted suddenly by Florence Frey who had been diligently taking the minutes of this glorious meeting with Marjorie XValter's aid, Who is that approaching this isle in a canoe so late? It canlt be Frances Carlson or Sam Lesner late on account of the Kedzie Avenue car, for they are already here. It's Julie Dashow, yelled Al Rubin as the canoe landed. The ancient and white-whiskered prophet of the class of '26 approached and greeted every- one heartily. I am sorry I am so late, Jules said, but I was so busy at my law-office that I almost forgot the final meeting. But happily I remembered in time. Oh, that's all right, President Bob, but you needn't trouble yourself, I can go around looking over the island myself. You are kept busy, I know, making everybody happy. In his meanderings, Jules saw athletic equipment, dancing floors and little comfortable houses spread about the island, Cromer Nelson-or Zuk to the class-was keeping in training as catcher on the Sox by throwing a baseball to Bernie Chernohilsky, his battery mate. Harry Ehrensaft, mean- while, was modestly telling of his record-breaking track tour through Europe with his two shrewd managers, Harry Samson and Harry Kopinsky-oh yes, the Hibbard Harrys' had gone into business together. To lend a sort of local color to these track stories, Al Rubin and Al Finkl were practicing by running along the beach. The rheumatic old men were doing the hundred yards in as much as eight seconds. They were slowing up in their old age so that even the lightning could almost beat them. Kayo Klein at that moment came running up with the latest editions of the Daily Utopian, of which Elizabeth Golosinec was editor by virtue of her being the world's foremost editor. Of course she was greatly aided by the Super- Utopian radio built for her by Joe Weiss, the successor to Marconi. This radio,

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3 gpg, g THE LANTERN Feb. 28, 1925.-Did recently have a Cracker-Jack sale that our scanty treasury might be replenished, and that also our fondness for this confection might be gratified. March 17, 1925.-St. Patrick's day and the day of our Dancing Lesson Dance, where the too bashful Juniors learned how to trip the light fan- tastic, as the poet, john Milton, did say. This dance was in preparation for gay Senior frolics. March 19, 1925.-The boys of 305 have organized a Parliamentary Law Club. Hope thereby to learn much of the Rules of Order. Mr. Harry John- son, a lawyer, did therein assist them by his address and Miss Fick is ever at hand with her advice. A worthy club. March 29, 1925.-Did sell Spring Flowers of tissue paper, to-day, with the help of the class of '27. A most colorful sight at school. April 14, 1925.-To the junior dance given for the school to-day. Thence home, lest late hours cause tardiness at school next day. Room 305 waging mighty warfare against said evil habit. June 20, 1925.-VVe are now nearly Seniors and our Three VVeeks scholarship campaign is nearly over. By this campaign the Big Brother movement was instituted to help 305 people all to pass into 4B. An excellent semester closing. Therein did the juniors win the upper-class inter-room base- ball championship, and otherwise our interest in school activities has been shown. Sept 30, 1925.-New semester brings new officers: Robert Basche, president, C. O. Wilcox, vice-president, Hannah Werth, secretary, Milton Klein, treasurer. VVe do feel proud of our place as Seniors. Dec. 1, 1925.-The 4A's recently invited the 4B rooms, 310 and 305 Cfor we have been separatedj to a Hard Times party where many strange cos- tumes appeared, and a pleasant time enjoyed. Dec. 20, 1925.-Room 305 has won the five dollar prize for selling the largest number of semi-annual subscriptions. Dec. 11, 1925.-To the 4B Hippity-Hop to-night at the Myrtle Masonic Hall. A delightful evening and a great success. Dec. 18, 1925.-To see Anne-What's-Her-Name P to-night. A most mys- terious play of exceeding great humor, and well acted by the 4B's and 4A's. I did most shiver at the exciting parts and did laugh overlymuch. Dec. 20, 1925.-Again sent a gift of magazine subscriptions to the sol- diers' hospital to brighten their lives not only for the year following this Christ- mas, but for some time to come in future years that will follow. Feb. 1, 1926.-Recently we 4B's entertained the 4A's at a small dance, where indeed whistles, crickets, and snowballs did create a lively scene, with much enjoyment for all. March 20, 1926.-Much business in this last semester. Robert Basche, re- elected president, jules Dashow, vice-president, Florence Frey, secretary, and Lillian Johnson, treasurer. I have heard that a grade of 70 per cent in pen- manship must be reached before a diploma can be awarded any of us, which is most appalling news. Ordering rings and pins, and getting photographed holds our attention now. A most busy time. April 22, 1925.-A Senior Social to-day enjoyed greatly by all present. May 10, 1926.-Did adopt the motto, He can whothinks he can, and did elect Historian, Prophet, and Poet for our class. And now graduation time being so near, with its Prom, Class Day, and other sad occasions dear fto quote the poet, Miltonj I must close this diary, which I have kept for four years, and turn my thoughts to the approaching day when the class of '26 will leave Hibbard High School and likewise Hibbard teachers and the class- mate who have enjoyed with us these four most happiest years, Samuel Pepys alias .-lldean Gibboney

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Ziff PETE C THE LANTERN which could be heard pouring forth sweet music from the outside world, gave news to the '26ers from every part of the world. The little flurry of excitement brought on by the newspapers soon passed over and the story-telling continued. Florence Nightingale II, who to them had been known as Edna VVilson, related her experiences as-a nurse to a delightful audience. Lillian johnson, who to everybody's surprise had grown to six feet five, because all her worries as treasurer had disappeared, looked down into Len jacob's face as she spoke to him. The Gold Dust Twins, Lillian Benjamin and Helen VVineberg, together with the Inseparables, Dave Einhorn and Louis Schultz, told little amusing in- cidents of their lives in the outside world. All of a sudden a sweet familiar sound came to the ear of the classmates. Wllere had they heard that before? Jules looked to the place from whence the music seemed to come forth-behind a beautiful rose bush. Pushing aside the roses there was seen-little Rose Kwiat softly playing the piano. Everybody was delighted at this surprise especially when she began to play that old familiar Kitten on the Keys. The class of 1926 had heard of Rose's famous dramatic career and were glad to see her again. Long sleeping scenes were recalled by the entrance of the little dramatist, so Rose Cohen, Marie Micheloni, the grandmammies of the class, together with Hannah VVerth, and Kayo , the detective, and the entire cast of that famous drama Anne VVhat's Her Name reacted the entire play to the eager Utopians. Of course, the play couldn't have gone over so big had it not been for good old Anna Feldman, the prompter. Come on over and dance, cried Ella Goldberg from her piano where she was playing for Mary Hicks and Mary Rubin, Helen Baur, and golden-haired Gerty Hurley. Naomi Goldblatt soon joined the gay dance, for the muthic wath jutht irrethithtablef' What was everybody's surprise to see Babe Schwartz once more do the ancient Charleston in a way that only America's premiere danseuse could have given. Tears of recollection were about to trickle down the many cheeks had not President Bob commanded them to shut off the water power. And you, Ethel Anderson, don't laugh so much, no matter how much Max Ellis and Bobby VVunderlich are tickling you. Littul Bill Fischer, little no longer, had wearied of his vast philanthropic work in the outside world and was playing London-Bridge-Is-Falling-Down with cute little Eddie Krinsky and darling Sid Friedman and Florence Kraemer, the quiet little girl of yore. Stately Evelyn Paulson and Marion Lof- gren, who had also grown tired of teaching in the Universities, were smilingly watching the playing of Fischer and his playmates. The childish play suddenly was interrupted by a little scream from Dot Redler as she saw Al Rubin juggling a blond hair on his chin, while he related tales of his gigantic 'business deals. A playful hubbub was raised when Bob Erdmann laughingly cried to Hannah Werth and Fay Fair, Look here, Mes- dames solicitors, no use trying to sell bids for your Utopian Prom here, be- cause we, the Perfect of the Perfect, do not believe in money and do not wish to carry any with us. It was well for the peace of his blessed body that he was at a distance from the two girls or he would have been playfully torn limb from limb. They started to chase him but were called back by President Bob to have them in the group picture that Cecilia Aaron was about to take. Poor Cecilia was about exhausted from taking pictures all day of Rose Hayden's pretty profile. Ever since way back in 1926 when Rose had had a beautiful picture of her prolile made, all the pictures that she had taken since then were profiles and profiles and profiles!