Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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48 THE MEDILLITE Class History A blissful tranquility rested upon the vast, wondrous city of Chicago on September 5, 1924. Old Sol casting his cheerful, sunny beams with all their splendour upon this gigantic citadel, the North Wind resting contentedly, the rustling of the brownish leaves, which had erst-while arrayed themselves in their autumn Hnery, as gentle breezes glided ever so smoothly between the halos of space which were so prominent in their realm-all these seemed to proclaim the fact that it was a great day in the annals of not only our splen- did Cicago, but of this whole wide world besides. And was it a great day? -. My children, you may bet your hyphenated theosophism it was. For on that day the most phenomenal aggregation of boys and girls that was ever compiled assembled at the threshold of Medill High School meekly seeking admission as students. . Yea, verily, they became students. But ohl the trials and struggles of that gruesome first year! Not enough that they were tagged 'with the despicable title of freshies, but over-bearing upper-classmen made mani- fest thbir contempt by casting sneering glances at them! Other perils loomed on the horizon, such as Algebra, Physiology, Language, etc. And Language? We recited it in class, we studied it at home, we ate it at our meals, we dreamed it when we slept. Voce, Vocas, Vocatg yo tengo, usted tiene, si tengo: katalti, katalta, I scream, you scream, we al scream. O Death! Where is thy sting? But not all was misery in that uneventful year. We gloated over the fact that soon w e would be upper-classmen. Then w e would sneer at the freshies. We'd be able to ditch with the ease of upper-classmen. We'd be big shots. We-oh! we'd be everything! And with these hopes and anticipations closes Chapter I of the adventures of the greatest class vm ever was. As suffer-mores there was more suffering in store for us. At first intimidated by the prospect of Geometry, Botany, and Civics, we resolved that we'd wade in, by gun, and tackle 'e1nl We looked at the new freshies with as much contempt as we could muster. But to our disappoint- ment we found it meant nothing to anybody but ourselves. The year

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THE MEDILLITE fi:- a .5 DAVID Tocom An excellent young man. Course: Three and onvhalf years. Activities: Chesterfieldiansg Ackley C. C.. '27Vz1 Civic YVorkers. '27: Latin C., l26lp61 Pharmacy C., '26V2: lsiiidgets. '26V3g Wrestling Team. '27g Inter. Basket., Ambition: Athletic Instructor. Isimoiuz RosBN He won because he worked faithfully and industrially. Course: Three years. Activities: Comparative C. C., 'ZSVIQ Band, 'MM-'27g Span. C,. 'HW-'27g Young Citizens C. C.. '26: Pres. Draftsman C., '1'.7g Bus. Mgr. and Make'Up Artist of Dramatic C.,- '27M, '28g Chesteriieldinn. Ambition: World known professor of Medicine and Sur' gery.

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,L THE MEDILLITE 49 J 1 passed by rapidly, very rapidly indeed. Before we knew it our boys had adorned longies, while as for our weaker sex-'nuff said. They found it necessary to come to school with a sample supply of cosmetics and what not. We made our debut in athletics, socials, and club affairs, and enjoyed it very much. Our hectic suffer-more days came to an end. Stanza three of our classlhistory commences to begin. Our lads and lassies at this stage of the history were ready to become big shots. We took a crack at sports with extraordinary success: there was not a team which did not have a Iunior on it., The socials were always treated to the rare honor of having some benign Iunior appear. For honor roll sharks, you had only to men- tion the word, Iunior. It meant intelligence itself. S Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! Ahem! How' dig- nified and sophisticated we are! We basked in the lime-light of the school as the mighty seniors. Athletics or social activities,the seniors were right there on the spot. The first semester was uneventful. But the second semester? Oh my, no! Class officers were elected, and soon the air was filled with pins, pictures, banquet, and prom. After months of intense ex- citement the great event came-Commencement Night. Garbed in cap and gown, we strode on the stage to receive the long coveted diplomas. Good-bye, Medill. We sure will miss you, and hope you'll miss us too. Good-bye. t ' PAUL GORIN CELIA KUSHNER -55-