Hibbard High School - Lantern Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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292' THE LANTERN Glass Zfroplzecy After a long and somewhat tedious voyage on the Atlantic, I reached my destination, the land of dreams and romance-Spain. I had planned this voyage for the sole purpose of attending an exhibition of miniature schools, among which our Alma Mater, Hibbard, was displayed. My plans were, however, interrupted, for one day after I had seen the wonderful exhibition and was making arrangements to return to America, I was accosted by an odd-looking old woman who said, My dear, you have not forgotten to cherish your Alma Mater, she has not forgotten you and has asked me to show you what will follow to illustrate her appreciation of your thoughts of her. Suddenly she passed from my vision and I awoke in a large, grass-carpeted field and once more I saw this creature before me. She said nothing but beckoned me to follow. After walking a short distance, I sighted two immense gates which glittered as the sun threw its rays upon them. Still my guardian did not speak, but as I entered the gates she blew a whistle fit sounded just like Miss Hollenbergefsj and the gates were Hung open by Esther Hoffen, the guard of the city. She smiled sweetly and introduced Raymond Fiegal, the guide, who took me to a very exclusive hotel owned by Albin VVieser. XVhile inspecting the hotel I noticed two heads fvery closely togethery just above the top of a davenport. These heads belonged to Dorothy Sull-ten and Thorwald Anderson, honey-moonersl I signed my name to the register where I noticed that of Violet Hanselman also inscribed. Our guide politely informed me that Violet had just arrived and Margaret Christensen had already started a dancing studio where she taught the Charleston. That evening I went to an opera where Anna Gerts led the casz. She was now Europe's greatest prima donna. After the opera I went to a fashionable restaurant where Grace Norely was the hostess. She received me warmly and insisted upon my spending the night with her. She showed me her elaborate home. NVhile I was in the library, I picked up a book entitled The Value of Mock Trials, written by Natalie Terlikowski. Next, she showed me her wardrobe which had 'been designed by Gladys Christiansen and Ellen Trein. I left Grace in the morning and went to the Art Institute where I saw a very wonderful painting by Ida Bollinger. On the afternoon of that day I attended a drama given by a company of renowned actors. The title of it was They Conquer Who Believe They Can. The cast of characters follows: Rifhard Gordon, a daring hero ........................ ............. F RANK FEDDAR Bgbpttc Hamilton, ll fascinating lzcroine .... ........ A DELINE WOEBER Gladys Brctone, a co-ed ...... . ..... ................... ........- R L TTH CARLSON Charles, a loyal sailor .... -----.--- Z ENG ZYWICIEL

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THE LALNTERN 75 June 25, 1925-Port junior. The voyage from Soph Port was exceptionally rough and many of the passengers would have succumbed to seasickness but for the encouragement and sympathy of the crew, who ministered to the discouraged passengers, thus helping them in their darkest hours. Yet, in spite of the wonderful help and co-operation of the crew, some of those on board had to be put off at Port Junior, while the rest of us continued on our journey. Some of the crew left the Bateman at junior to serve on the ships Mayfair and Hibbard. Good luck to them! ' December 1, 1925. Nothing but storms since leaving Port junior. Judging from the looks of things, the hardest part of the journey lies before us. We hope for the best, however, and, as we are by this time hardened to rough seas, we feel confldent of reaching Senior in good health and spirits. Feb. 1, 1926. At last! The Senior port is reached. One more last lap and our journey is ended. The trip from Junior was as predicted rough, but very eventful and educating. Many entertainments and dances helped to amuse the pas- sengers. A party was given for those passengers who had proved themselves capable of doing their share in the work of the world. These passengers are leaving us at this port, and it is the duty of those left on board to take their places. In six months we leave this ship and in those six months we must prove ourselves worthy of the Bateman. April 9, 1926. Had a wonderful party today. Everyone was in costume, and the whole ship was one mass of color. The passengers furnished the entertainment. June 1, 1926. Are nearing the port of Success. Terrible storms, high seas and sick passengers. June 18, 1926. VVeather very bad today. Storms in the evening. June 18, midnight. This is the last time I shall write anything in the Log. The ship is sink- ing! We ran aground about two miles from Success, near the reefs of Failure. The Effort boats were lowered and all the passengers have been removed. Now we, the captain and crew, may also leave the ship. The Bateman was a good, true, old ship and it is our hope that her passengers will remember her. No one said a word as Oscar finished speaking. How well we all remem- bered that night! There had been some who perished in the raging waters and did not reach the shores of Success, but they were few, very few. Most of us had tried to honor the name of Bateman and now, how happy we were that she had returned from the deep and brought us the treasured memories we had long missed.

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78 THE LANTERN I had received an invitation from Ruth Blotz to attend a banquet she was giving in honor of Raymond Wenikatys and Fred Fredericks, who were leaving on an exploration trip to the North Pole. Ruth was a successful business woman who was widely known. At the banquet were several notable personages, among them Louise Weidenhoeft, artist, Anna Fox, President of a Woman's Welfare Club, Grace Carlson, mayor of the fairy city, Bernice Kroger, owner of the city's only beauty shopg and Elizabeth Fischer, prominent in the social world. I returned home tired and glad to retire after my full day. On the ensuing morning my guide called for me again and we went for a stroll through a park. We found Francis johnson and Francis Gates in charge of a flower conservatory. On the way to our car we passed a lingerie shop, where we saw Lucille Schultz, Rose Kuzma and Lorraine Krause in charge of the sales. I visited the court house and found Ella Lauben, Anna Wichbrod and Roslyn Rose to he very successful police women. In the evening, wishing to see more of this interesting little city, I took a moonlight excursion. Strange to say, the boat was completely under the management of very competent women. Evelyn Dierdortf was captain, Barbara Kielezynski steward, Lucille Gold- enstein and Betty Jurica, and Lillian Johnson were other officers. 'llhe boat took me to a shore where there seemed to be great excitement. Harriet Dmoch had broken her finger while playing the piano for a group of enthusiastic dancers. From this scene of excitement, I went to a cafeteria to dine. I met Alice Steinberg, who told me of her success in the motion picture world. With her were Louise VVegner and Dorothy Smith, women of influence in the politica. field. Lucy Klein and Ethel Forbes entertained by singing two very beau- tiful duets. Aw l was afterward to learn, this day of recreation was my last, for although I retired in the hotel room that I occupied in that city, I awoke to find myself back in Spain. Perhaps it was just a dream. Who knows? But at any rate, it was surely a pleasant one. . Margaret Bowles.