Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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24 THE MEDILLITE Four-Year Prophecy FEB. CLASS of 1928 NLY A FEW MORE DAYS TO GRADUATION! How excit- ing it all is! Wonder what my classmates will be doing about twenty years from now. Such thoughts were running through my mind as I was getting off a street car on Washington and Dearborn Streets. The street was covered with ice. As l stepped down my foot slipped and I fell. Down, down, down, into a dark, empty, never-ending abyss I went till I landed with a bump that opened my eyes. At first I felt dizzy and weak. but soon I was able to make out a sign that said: WELCOME TO DEMILI... Evi- dently this was the outskirts of a town or a city, and being puzzled as to my whereabouts I decided to walk into it. The sight that met my eyes as I stood there on a hillock in a large plain stunned me for a moment. Never had I dreamed of so perfect a city! The plain seemed to be a landing and parking place for the air- planes of the citizens. To the southrwas a tunnel with a sign before it that read: TO SUBWAY. . This must be where all the business and transportation is carried on, I surmised, for I saw no streets, street-cars, or automobiles. The city itself was a great, green square on which tall, graceful sky- scrapers were artistically placed. These were the residences of the citizens, it seemed, and a very ultra-modern air they had. Though these wonders held my attention for a while, I heard a familiar voice. Turning my head, I saw a well-built young woman, her blonde hair almost down to her waist, climbing out of a snappy sport model airplane. Oh, Becky, is it really you? Please tell me where I am. Hello, Ethel: we were all expecting you today, for it is exactly twenty years since we received our diplomas. This is Demill, the model city of the world, Sidney Waller built it. Among the inhabitants are many of the Medill class of February, 1928. I just arrived from Europe, where I was voted the world's most graceful dancer. Now let's go home and celebrate. On our way to the city, Becky told me she had met with the highest society in Europe. Iean Korzen, Rose Mendelsohn, Anne Stein, Dorthye Askhanaz, and Bessy Saberman had each married into the nobility and were rulling the society world. A grand opera house had been established in Paris by Morris Monitz, Carmina Stumpo, Lewis, and Dorothye Cutler. Their productions were operatic gems. Although I was so engrossed in my chum's report, I noticed a commo- tion and a crowd gathering in the middle of the square. ' It can't be an accident. We don't have any here, said Becky. The center of attraction turned out to be two tall young men. They were having a playful quarrel in the square when a policeman interrupted them, I soon recognized them as Charles Abrams and Sidney Meyers. The policeman was Ben Moscovitz. After exchanging greetings, Ben invited us to go to the court-room with them, as many of our classmates would be there. ' The court-room was built in the style of a night club that I had seen before. We were shown to a table by a handsome waiter. Him I re- member as Ben Mazur, for he looked just as he had on Prom night in his tuxedo.

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THE MEDILLITE 23 History of Feb., Class EATED in a crowded hall of a famous hotel are eighty-eight men and women different from each other in many ways: one a doctor of fame and renown, another a chief justice of the Supreme Court: here a famous criminal lawyer, there a merchant of great wealth: yet they all go under the name of Medil1 Alumni Class, '28. As theysit talking and rehearsing the days gone by, an announcement is given stating thattthe play Four Years at Medill is to be performed. - As the curtain rises, the audience immediately recognize the scenery. as their old time study hall, 307. They see a group of lowly freshmen, staring widely as they receive excellent advice from their esteemed princi- pal, Mr. Hall, and their beloved dean, Miss Adams. The scene changes. The frosh are seen wandering through different classrooms, programs in their hands, bewilderment in their eyes. They become acquainted with the ferocious monsters, Algebra, Physiology and the like, and with various teachers who mean well but don't show it. In another scene is shown the freshie, half civilized and settled to the routine of school life. Slight inci- dents occur which make school life interesting, such as Freshman Frolic, Pig Tail Day, not mentioning ditching slips, and the bringing of parents to school. Act II finds the freshie with the greenish color worn off and a step advanced. He has lost that despicable title, freshman, and is now known as the honorable Mr. Sophomore. At last he has the privilege of bossing someone, and he abuses the privilege on the oncoming freshmen. Now he is flooded with new subjects, such as Geometry and Botany. He strug- gles hard to find why Brutus killed Caesar, and wonders why Shakespeare didn't die instead. Act III opens with a bang. The juniors now take part in school activities playing an important part in school life. They spend nights over subjects like Physics and General History. This year passes fast. Now comes the Senior year in Act IV. From the lowly frosh the class has advanced to the mighty senior. Who are so high, so proud, or so powerful as the seniors? They rule the school with a strong arm: and with the aid of Big Brothers, Chesterfieldians, and Big Sisters, they keep the undergraduate on the straight and narrow path. In this act many im- portant scenes are noted. Scene I is the Chesterfieldian Banquet, an affair greatly enjoyed by all who attend. In Scene II the lights grow dim as the glowing spectacle of the Medill Prom is shown. Eyes moisten in the audience, for the scene reminds them of that glorious occasion The Medill Prom. The last scene of the play is a stage on which are eighty-eight four- year graduates. This is the conclusion of four years of life, four years to be remembered by eighty-eight people as long as they live. ABE POLLACK

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THE MEDILLITE H zs I looked around the room and saw the inseparable tri-umvirate, Fern Bunnin, Frieda Enzer, and Annette Feldman, with their husbands, at a nearby table. They had married their bosses' sons and were here for the latest scandal. In one corner of the room a great many people were toast- ing a pretty woman. She was Sara Levy, I was informed, who was still very popular and was now divorcing her seventh husband. Represent- atives of the Press were there in the persons of Ben Kaplan, Robert Roth, Rae Spiegel, and Bernard Zhitnick. They were on the staff of the Demill Daily, an international newspaper of great fame. Abe Pollack was the Editor. On a plaform at the end of the room a jazz band led by Bert Lus- kin played a lively tune, and the attorneys took their seats. Charles New- man I recognized as the State's Prosecuting attorney. Delphin Kolin, Leon Kaufman, Roswell Perkins, and Gilbert Schatz, were pointed out to me as the foremost lawyers of the age. They were followed by the jury which consisted entirely of Medillites of 1928. There were Alex Deitch, Iudith Epstein, Bessie Geskins, Louis Golden, Aaron Mason, Irving Paul, Emma Weiner, Harry Baim, Edwin Bell, Sidney Dubofsky, Sylvia Marcovitz, and Louis Piragine. After them, amid tumultous applause, came the Iudge. He was none other than Simon Bauer. He bowed graciously and said. 'Court is adjourned. In honor of our guest we will all go to the theatre. At this, everyone started for the theatre. It was a beautiful structure and was called The Gerstein after the famous Gerstein brothers, its owners. I' got into our box and the programs were passed out. The greatest star cast, consisting of Claire Rosen, Maurice Chaletsky, and Chickie Starr, had been chosen to take part in this play, after a great world- wide search had been made for the actors. In the various boxes were the political and social notables of the city. Arthur Blitstein was with Eva Circle, while Max Blank had by his side a fair woman known as Annette Abramovitz. David Stalow and Betty Koubek were there too, but were too engrossed in each other to notice anyone. As a prologue, an act from the Follies of 1948 was shown, and such tired business men as Max Gagerman, Al Kaiser, Sam Liebovitz, Hymen Marvich, Sam Goodman, Ioe Zimberg, and Morris Schrote occupied front seats. There was little wonder in this, as the chorus girls were Val Drab- lowski, Rae Pershing, Netta Forkas, Evelyn Tabachnick, Evelyn Tatkin, Etta Goldufsky, and Flo S. Goldstein was the leading lady. We went back of the stage and congratulated all my friends. Did you show it to her yet? I heard one of the girls whisper to Beckie. No, but I am go- ing to right away, she said. What have you to tell me? I asked. But Becky silenced me and took me for a ride out of the city. We stopped before an immense building off to one side of the city that had a strangely familiar air about it. Now, said Beckey, Gaze upon the New Medill High School. And gaze I did! For there was a tall granite building with streaks of color running over it and giving it a lovely tone. Adjoining it were a golf course, a tennis court, a spacious campus, and an outdoor swimming pool that was a skating rink in winter. We went inside, where we saw beautiful statues placed around the spotlessly white marble halls. We took the elevator to the third floor and wended our way into a room which a diamond studded sign proclaimed to be 312. A strong clear voice was coming from within, Sh I Said Becky: that is the mayor addressing the Freshiesf'