Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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:Up 'WW lf07UH'Ilyg-6731380 4 L .. f l 'f'f' ' . - I1 . .+-.,f.f:nllfmzlrullllllllllllllflilahmtix iinwmm-dgfyyizfi yjwwpj, . t ' ,gL,,,,,,,,,, 5 ,,,,- Y Y .45 'f ew ---- +- 1 V f' ---- Af:- '7 'X T the place where we have spent two of the best years of our lives. Although we have thought at times that our teachers were responsible for our unnecessary troubles, work, and disappointments, we now realize that it was all for our own good. The future is unknown! The class of twenty-seven will separateg its mem- bers will pursue different lines of work. But no matter how successful we may become, we shall always look back with pleasure to the two happy years spent here. W'e know that we can never repay all our teachers for their efforts and the train- ing they have given us, but we do desire to express to them our hearty thanks and sincere appreciation. Adeline Goldberg Anna Slutsky PROPHECY FOR FEBRUARY CLASS It is the year of 1960-thirty-three years since Iwas graduated from the Medill High School. A I am the happy wife of a well-to-do financier. Having nothing particular to do, I devote my time to charity work. I have formed a number of societies in various parts of Europe, and spend much time traveling to these various head- quarters to superintend matters, and to see how things are advancing. Most of my trips are unexciting, but during this last one, I had so much excite- ment that I must put it in writing. It was a wonderful summer day when I boarded the Berengaria,'. The pier was crowded with all sorts of people, among whom were a number of my very dear friends to see me off. Finally the goodbyes were said, and the waving of hands was over. After setting things to right in my stateroom, I went out on deck to enjoy the breeze. Immediately I began observing my fellow passengers. They all looked very interesting, but I was soon especially attracted by a well-dressed, lovely looking woman. She glanced up and caught my eye. She was playing with a bright little youngster whom I judged from appearance was her grandchild. She seemed to study me too, and suddenly a flash of recognition came upon her. She walked over to where I was standing and said, I beg your pardon, but you remind me of a very clear classmate whom I have lost track of during the last thirty years. Her name was Mildred Meyers. She startled me for a moment for it was my maiden name. Wiho was this person! I studied her vaguely familiar face for a moment. She suddenly laughedg then I knew her-Freida Siegel, of course! Those same dark eyes and that laugh! Who could forget it! It awakened many memories of our dear old school days, and also a desire to know what had become of our dear old classmates. Spying two deck chairs, we sat down, and talked for a long time. Our conversation was largley of the different classmates we had come across occasionally. She told me that Esther Friedman and Rose Feltman were holding responsible positions at the McCormick Harvester Company, and were still good friends as in the old days. She had heard from various sources that Pearl Charsky and Celia Lerman were on the stage and that Rose Goldfein was in a circus doing midget stunts. She told me that she was taking a trip to Paris, to put her grandson in a famous musical conservatory. lVe spent many pleasant days on board, and at Paris went to the same hotel-the Hotel La Paix, in the famous Rue Scribe, which we Page 72 It , D P -,,-,.,, - - ..,,,1L6w 'mllllll W , f43M..1ff.s f ,F ' 4,.Q,,L:L-A ,..,. ,anis l,,...t,1., ' ..- 1.1 1 If -,li-t 1... 5

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,ni iff! , l , 'di . A i iq- . J.-. 'Mill Hllllllllllllllllldflhlhliyl s 1 iA.....vv1n.,f'm....i. - ,4!f y ,X la- qi' --1-T - 'Jvzla V ,f '-'- ax FANNIE SMOLENSKY A face fha! ir lovable, a .rmilr ilzat if rwcft, The kind of a maiden we loaf to meet. Activities: S. G. C. Favorite Saying: Don't be silly. Hobby: Piano playing. Q Ambition: To be a piano teacher. Motto: Sttive and conquer. MARY SOLOWAY She .vmiler and :miles And will not sigh. Activities: Pd. G. A. A.g M. G. C. Favorite Saying: Where's Johnny? Hobby: Playing ball. Ambition: To become a good stenographer. Nlotto: Be friendly. ESTHER STEINBERG A jolly maiden good and tru: On: you'd lik: to have with you. Favorite Saying: How cute. Hobby: Ballroom dancing and skating. Ambition: To become private secretary Mayor Thompson. Motto: Be good and you win good. PAUL WEINER Silent but alwayr active. Favorite Saying: Let's go. Hobby: Baseball and reading iiction. Motto: Trying is better than loahugf' CLARA WEISER '4Being a nice girl is wonderful, :lyk Clara. Activities: Sec. of S. G. C. 2654: M. G. A. A.: Yice-Pres. of S. G. C. ,27. Favorite Saying: Did yah see him? Hobby: Singing and dancing. Ambition: To be Mr. Coolidge's secretary. Motto: Do it to a finish! private BESSIE WVISZCHOLEK A .fweet one like Barrie if hard tofind. Activities: S. G. C. Favorite Saying: How is you? to Hobby: Gymnastics. Ambition: To be a good stenographer. Motto: Laugh and the world laughs with you. HISTORY OF JUNE CLASS It was on the twenty-eighth day of the month in the year 1925 that a group of youngsters entered the Joseph Medill High School. We still recall our mingled feelings of fear and joy when we were given the opportunity to choose our course of study. Of course we were immediately nicknamed Freshies,', a name which lasted for five months-a name which is now but a memory. After a few weeks of school we were invited by the big sisters to attend a Fresh- man Frolic , where each Freshy was given loads of fun and a lolly-pop. Time rolled on and soon we received our semester credits. We were no longer Freshies g we were advanced freshman. We organized a club which we called The Advanced Freshman Club g and didnlt we have fun at the meetings! We were invited to several programs given by the C. I. L., which we enjoyed very much. That semester went along much more smoothly and much more enjoyably. Alas! our freshman year was over and into the Sophomore year we went with all the knowledge of the first year behind us-yet with us. And oh, how proud we were to be called Sophomoresl, to drop our vowels in shorthand and go sixty words a minutel, to handle expensive machinesl, to get into complications in book- keeping! - We are now advanced Sophomores, and the proud possessors of graduation pins. VVe, as graduates, are contributing money to the Christmas milk fund: we are helping edit the school paper: we are champions in basketball: we are print- ing the graduation programs: we are managing the Medill Savings Bank: we are planning for graduation. In our hearts there is again both joy and sorrow. We are glad because we have reached the climax of our high school course, and sorry because we must leave Page 71 A I ALC. - ..-g1,,,,,,,Lqy, Q -milllln .. .asm iff? E- - ' ' Aff Y -i ---- f .Q A g-, .li '11 ' ... - l -1 -:- ir -f ,:--'-:- 5'

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may imlafwa ilwmfiyiqs --.. 14 W I I V .',l lI I ,Y l .Q-1 L S 1 0 ,bn K 0, , mllnln I. Jlllllllllllllllflfiulhs -' IIWMIII1 tA.....,mn,r V, ' 4. ,.,-..l-WW I -15ll2ilS ,L-A ' - soon found out was owned by Clarence Bauer, who had been left a fortune by a devoted employer. Our first trip in Paris was to the Musical Conservatory to get Freidals grandson registered. Whom should we find in the president's chair but our blue-eyed, dimpled classmate of old Medill, Rose Mulig. While in Paris,I made an appointment with Mademoiselle Du Bois at whose shop I was to get some traveling clothes. Upon entering, I was greeted by a tall woman who was none other than Jennie Banzuly. Such luck! Jennie took me into the model's room. There were a number of models displaying gorgeous gowns and wraps under the close scrutiny of prying Paris eyes. I was looking intently at a tall girl, whose figure looked strikingly familiar. I saw her turn and look at me. She hurried over to where I was standing and I exclaimed Julia Titafskylv What fun to see each other so far from home. The following week I continued my journey, to see how the society in London was progressing under Mrs. Leland, a new superintendent whom I had not seen, and when I did see her what a surprise to find her none other than Sylvia Wald- man. How much fun I was having! And who will it be next? was the thrilling question uppermost in my mind. Mrs. Leland then took me to visit a home for orphans, where we were met by a pleasingly plump, motherly looking woman. Surely enough, it was Rebecca Weinstein! She showed us all around her cherished home and gave us finally another surprise in the form of Rose Brandzel and Sylvia Bernstein, rich heiresses who were helping her. W'ell, well, what a day! From there I went to the lovely city of Venice, where I fell in love with the quaint and beautiful gondolas. While sitting in the lobby of the hotel busily engaged in reading a magazine, I heard something drop beside me. I looked up and found myself smiling into the face of Ida Oringel. i1Ve were indeed a happy pair. She had stopped in Paris enroute to Berlin to attend a beauty culture con- vention. The result of this meeting was that I went the rest of the journey with Ida. In Berlin, we went to a much advertised concert introducing to Berlin music lovers, the famous American accordionist, Amelia Di Fonso. We had a chance to speak to her after the concert and were indeed proud to know her. That evening we saw an English printed newspaper. Turning to the society columns, we read of the philanthropic work of three American women-Fannie Graff, Irene Herman, and Tillie Dorfman, who were among the city's most popular women. We got in touch with them and thereby met many noted personages, even Queen Marie and her family who were honoring Berlin with a royal visit. Among other great personages whom we met was Elsie Batjes, the great beauty specialist, who had the power of making ugliness into beauty, tall people short, fat people slim. She created more enthusiasm and gained more attention than Queen Marie. One of my organizations in Lithuania had sent me speciahrecjuest to be at a national celebration. Of course I felt obliged to go, so my old chum and I pro- ceeded to Lithuania. At the Railroad Station at Information , we found so familiar a face! Who was that tall, dark person directing people to the show places of Lithuania! VVhy, of course! W'e knew her voice the moment she began to speak and she knew us-Dora Turetsky. What wonders! As we were gasping for breath after this surprise, I felt a tug at my sleeve. I turned around and there stood Margaret Marsico. She had been married to an Italian count and was quite the most popular woman in Genoa. We remained in Lithuania about a month. ' Page 7 3 ' ' I- ff -1- ilf' f :-I .1 -1- T 1 I: ,, A-.-,J-cifsif , .Mill a 'U-1111111125 e f4m..1ff.7 L, ' . , - r , -1- --- -