Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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- ..-,.....l. .-,lmur11auir1amHU r - e - 7 14i , 'ww 'w ----1 - --1 ---- -- -- ' 1 px X --T- - - -ft-Qilsm ' 7 f-,,..-.wx HISTORY OF JUNE CLASS As we, the Class Historians, glance upon the stage with all our classmates in front of us, we realize what we have gone through all these years to enter now in our various roads of ambition. Vlfith this in mind, we write the class history of June 327, so that we shall bring back to our classmates vivid memories of happy days gone by. It was on a sunny day in September, when we first entered our Alma Mater, dressed in our Sunday's best. As we entered the first things that attracted our attention were signs commanding us to go to Room 307. Imagine our disappoint- ment when after looking about we could not find the promised Lai lVith throb- bing hearts and heavy feet, we climbed the three flights of stairs. As we entered room 307, Mr. Hall, our principal spoke to us of the value of an education. After selecting our courses and receiving our program cards, we were prepared to start our careers at Medill. During our Freshman year the Big Sisters and Brothers helped us through our difficulties when we were still awkward and green , lead- ing us into the year where we were supposed to suffer-no-more . Our Sophomore year was the beginning of all of our activities at Medill. We indulged in the study of Physiography-with Mr. Williamson and traveled around the world with Mrs. Wilson's Geography Class. We also poured over our Geometry books trying to solve theorums . In this year our boys entered into all sorts of sports including Checkers and Chess, Soccer, Basketball, Baseball, etc. Our class then became the Great Juniorsn, of the school. We looked down upon the Freshman as The scum of humanity . The girls joined the Sorosis and could be seen walking down the corridors with their blue and gold shields. The boys joined the K. K. K. and did much for the benefit of the school. As we glanced into the Social room during lunch, who should we see, but our daring young juniors trying to overcome their shyness. Hail our Senior Year! Now we are The Supreme Rulers of our Alma Mater. Among the important activities of this year are the Chesterfieldans, Big Brothers, Big Sisters, and Sorosis, all sponsored by our able Dean, Miss Adams. To these clubs, we divert our time trying to make our school one of the foremost of the city. One of the most interesting classes that we had on our program was History taught by Mr. Chada, and Miss Adams. It was nearing graduation when we organized our Senior Club. After the election of ofiicers, we planned for the most important aifair of our career at Medill The Prom . For the first time in the history of Medill we held our Prom at the Drake Hotel. It was an affair that will live in the memories of all our classmates and now, as we gaze upon the happy faces of our classmates these memories came back to us as if we had lived them over again. Wegare happy to feel that though we leave Medill she will always be with us in our memories. ' IDA SIMON . REBECCA TATKIN Class Historians Paef 54 7- .41 y . I Q A-Q. ' LUIMAWI 'ff nl' ilbv-174 .1117 'ii ' ' f -' ll...'-- is-I 4-1 - -J...-' --

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