Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE MEDILLITE Farewell Theltime has come when we must part, 1 Dear classmates tried and trueg No more this class role will we hear, It's time to say adieu. Remember when as Freshmen, thought How long a time would pass Until we'd reach the Senior year And then this day, alas. Commencement Day is here, dear friendsg The time We've all looked for. 'Tis not a day when studies cease, But when we meet no more. 'Tis true we all dislike to leave The friends that we have made. But there's one consolation, yea, Our memories will not fade. And so, dear friends, let this day be A reminder of days gone by The spirit which we have learned at Medill Is one that can never die.

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THE MEDILLITE 97 We owe our deepest appreciation to our parents and friends who have made it possible for us to sit here tonight. We thank the mem- bers of the faculty and our beloved dean for the sacrifices they have made for usp for the wonderful inspiration that has caused the lamps to become visible. If it be a joy to know that the Labors of love are not in vain g'if it be a pleasure to know that Seeds of kindness are bearing rich and abundant fruit, may that joy and pleasure be theirs in fullest portions. Classmates, the last words of farewell must be addressed to you. It really doesn't seem that the time to part has come, but here we are, our last night together. Whether we shall ever meet again is known only to fate. Throughout our lives let us strive to be guided by that lamp which first began to glow here and brighten our path. Classmates, the moment of parting has come. Goodbye, and from heart to heart, as We wait this moment, let there be breathed a silence, a last good-bye. Good-bye. ' The Parting of the Ways p Grace Dolciamore - Mr. Johnson, members of the faculty, honored parents, class- mates and friends. For us the graduates of 1929, this night is a sad one. For, is it not the night when severe all the bonds that bind us to our school life? We are now about to begin our life work. For some of us the domestic life calls, for others the call of the business world is upper- most. Whatever and wherever that work may be, we shall ever strive to attain the highest rung of the ladder of success, the foundation of which is firmly embedded in the soil of education-the education we have received at Medill. During the course of our lives, we shall earnestly endeavor to be ever faithful to the teachings of our devoted teachers, a blessing to our parents, and an honor to our school. We the graduates, take this opportunity to thank our parents and teachers for the patience they have taken with us. May God bless them a hundredfold for the happiness, they have for us, this day made possible. Classmates, it is my most earnest desire that you shall all taste the golden apple of success but that, above all your cup of happiness shall be full to overflowing. Classmates, we have reached the turn in the road-the parting of the ways. Let us resolve that we shall aluxvgyf, march upward and onward during this life as true citizens of e 1 . With the cherished desire that this parting shall be an Au Re- voir and not a. farewell, we take leave of our school, Medill, the school of our youth.

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THE MEDILLITE 99 The Advice of Experience , y By Sarah Dainas Mr. Albert Carrell was a man of fifty, with iron gray hair, a very long upper lip, and a gleam of humor in his eyes. He was a shrewd lawyer, but also a very kindly man. In a fine room which contained books in leather bindings, several pictures, a magnificent writing table and three deep leather arm chairs, Mr. Carrell was sitting. The clerk came in announcing that a lad named Herman Jackson was waiting to see him. The lawyer told her to send the boy in. Mr. Carrell had been a friend to this lad's parents, who recently had died, and knew all about their affairs. Accordingly, when Herman made his appearance, he gave him a pleasant welcome, and asked him to seat himself in the most comfortable chair the room possessed. And now, Mister Jackson, said Mr. Carrell, rubbing his hands as he spoke, what can I do for you? You look as if you wanted to say something very badly. I have come to see you, Mr. Carrell, began Herman, on very urgent business. You remember my two little sisters? Yes, I dog well, what about them? As you know my parents have recently passed away, and the money we obtained from the insurance is gone. I am thinking of sending my two sisters to an orphanage, whereby I could still con- tinue ,my education. This statement recalled to Mr. Carrell his own boyhood days when he was in somewhat the same situation. Herman, Mr. Carrell said, I will now relate to you the story of my life. You may, if you like, take the same course I took. In a little cottage, I lived with my parents and my brother John. My father was an honest, hard-laboring man, and my mother a kind and very sick looking woman. It was during a summer vacation, that, while working in a different town, I was summoned by telegram to my mother's dying bed. Her lastwords were, 'Albert, take care of John! After the death of my mother, my father was taken ill. I was left in a very diificult situation. Fall had come, with my father in the hospital, and my brother just entering high school. This added to the sorrifw of my motherfs death. I did not know whether my brother and Ifshould leave. school or whether only'my brother should continue. 'Mygsolution to this problem was to quit school and by working to put my brother through. Friends advised me not to do so, some of them remarked, 'You will always have a blind alley job,' another, 'Your brother will not appreciate your sacrifice, take the opportunity for yourself, or youlrwill. never have the chance to go back to school again! I did not heed these remarks, for my mother's words' were ringing in my ears. 'Albert take care of J ohn.' Wasn't this the right way to help my ,brother and could I not come back later and continue my education? were some of the thoughts that ran through my head. I was determined to carry out, my solution.