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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, llUfmlW41fW'Ml9lj0lmj+6,hYiQiU f ,, H.. f , ' , r h , , ..-mill..mn.m1vLllIIll4!!rh5'1Eim .V mgQ56g,,35w,g,e5,,,,,.1llIlfi', ,1m,,,,, . -. m,,,,,,,,, , M'-'t.. M 'ea-7-1 , ' ' '- ..TZf',,i' A 7 A' -W f '- ZW - In response to a telephone call from one of my directors. I had to hurry to Sicily. Upon stepping out of the elevator in the hotel to which I'd been directed, I noted that a royal delegation from Sweden were busily at work in the lobby. This was interesting. A few Americans graced this royal assemblage. As I was wondering what they were doing there, I was greeted with a scream and then a surprisingly sudden and hard hug. Yes, it was the secretary to the charming royalty, Lillian Stelnberg, who had secured the services of two other Medillites to assist her, Celia Goodman and Mollie Friedman. The following week I boarded a one hoss shayi' to go to the village loop to do some shopping. Imagine my shock to meet in that one hoos shay Fay Karkovsky. She was there she told me, as a dancing instructor. She had just returned from Japan where she had seen Bessie Singer, Fannie Silverstein, and Elizabeth Mason, all aviators carrying U. S. mail. During their flights, they had rnet they told her, Tillie Hodes in the Hawaiian Islands, where she was an art instructor, at a famous Art Institute, also Selma Katz, who was a teacher in the city of Hongkong. While riding on through the village loop, we saw a sign Imported Silks from the Orient . That famous importer was none other than Shirley Orkin who, we learned, had gone into this business through the influence of Gertrude Stern, who had been left an enormous legacy, which she used in traveling over the world, making a collection of antiques and valuables of every country. That evening having nothing to do, I tuned in on the Radio only to have another surprise-to hear the voice of Edith Stolowitz, radio announcer for sta- tion-J-O-Y, announcing the scores for the Army-Navy football game played in the Chicago Stadium, the score being 36-o-in favor of the Navy, of course, be- cause the Navy coach was the famous Max Lebedinsky. Same old Max, thought I, who was so much interested in ath etics at Medill. Again came Edith's voice, We shall now tune in on Hollywood, and hear an address by the famous Helene Fina, a great Movie critic, The Movie before the Discovery of the Vitaphoneu. During her speech, Helene paid great tribute to their discoverers of the art of taking colored pictures-Bessie Bass, and Gold Fink. I ' It was not long after this never-to-be-forgotten incident that we started home- ward., On boat, we encountered many new faces. While in the dining room one day, we heard one of our fellow passengers talking about a new method of shorthand that was being taught. Of course we were interested and asked questions only to discover that the famous co-authors were Rose Bauman and Lillian Fried- man. What a bit of news! VVe arrived in New York harbor early one cold November morning. Before taking the train to Chicago, I went into Tiffany's to purchase a diamond scarf pin for my husband. Having a charge account, which I seldom used, I had to wait till my charge account was looked up. Soon the head of the file department came with an O. KI I recognized our classmate, Julia Ellis. Having purchased a number of other gifts for the folks at home, I decided that it was about time for me to to go the depot and get my train for Chicago. While at the depot, I went into the telegraph ofiice intending to send a message to let my family know of my arrival. VVhile writing my message, I felt the eyes of the operator giving me the once over . I wondered if there was anything wrong in my attire. I surely felt dirty and dusty. Picking up courage, I asked her why she was looking at me so intently, and she answered, I-Iaven't I met you before? You look so familiar. Yes, you too look familiar. VVhat is your name? said I. Pagf 74 . 8. -: ' N F fb' --Aiwa V7 ' .i,,k--L,..-t,N - r ullfffill Y 'lllfuhll Z K a 0,4lY 51n rif.1Axs.IlDA' . 2 .- . Y Jfi- ---1-'W f . .. A 311: 1 ii' W' --' -:- 'W gf ,:':i.--