Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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, gi . A100 THE MEDILLITE Six years had gone by and I returned to high school to continue my interrupted education. During these years I saved two thousand dollars. Mr. Carrell, my father, was well and my brother John went to college and worked during the day. I had to start from the first year and not where I left off. When one is older it is easier to apply one's self to the work and consequently I finished my four year course in two and a half years. You can act the same way I did, continued Mr. Carrell. Edu- cation is never too late to obtain especially where there is a will. Cer- tain friends will have nothing to do with you if you do not give your sisters any assistance. This sacrifice for your sisters will always be a deed that will win you great respect. Thank you, Mr. Carrell, for your advice, Herman replied. I will abide by it. It is foolish to think that one can never go back to school again. - They both arose from their chairs, shook hands and Herman walked out of the room with an expression of determination on his face. H A Descriptive Story or Happenings a JunknShop It was an ancient and dilapidated building thathad long been condemned, but the authorities let it stand because there' were no humans living in it. It tipped over to an angular degree and was on the verge of falling. Many of its tshingleswere either, offer clinging by a hair while its roof was cut to many narrow slits by the, ever in- cessant fall of rain and snowi The rafters had alreadyfiiieiiched a state where decay ws inevitable. The paint had longs been-K washed off this stern building and it represented a tall, brownishmsomewhat dismal, bending figure, re-enforced luckily, by a large brick house whose owner had no objection to its leaning against it for protection. ' When the wind blew, the house wailed in mournful and anguish- ing tones, shaking in its weak foundation. With shingles flapping back and forth, it represented some weird figure in a fantastic dance, while the whistling notes of music played to its accompaniment. Gray somber clouds darted across a blackish sky to escape the wrath of the sun god as he sent his messengers to earth to overcome his natural enemy. They swooped down with amazing rapidity upon theirintervening foe, and darkness gave way as the brigades of Pha- raoh in waters of the Red Sea. V ' f ' pg, . A few flitted in through the narrow slits on the roof of the an- cient and dilapidated building and immediately flooded a large rec- tangular room with sprinklings of sunlight. The room was fairly delugedewith the customary waste materials of a junk-shop. Hither and thither lay old rags and newspapers and every conceivable piece of junk which would later -be cast into the molten pot of the foundry to bemadeoveragain., -,. ,, - . 1. , ag.

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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.

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THE MEDILLITE '101 In a distant corner stood the baling press, its mighty cover pro- truded outwards and with steel chest and cogwheels it represented a majestic figure in a defying and challenging form. Directly in front stood a bale of paper, the wires entwined tightly about it and ready for shipment.. . V The sunlight suddenly disappeared and again grayness pre- vailed. Something was brooding in the heart of the press. The gray- ness left an ominous feeling in the air. The bale of paper also sensed a feeling of queerness as it stood there and tried to guess what would happen next. Suddenly, without- any warning, a grumbling sound like the roar of an earthquake broke the deathly silence of that cold morning. The bale of paper almost turned in its tracks and the ink on its paper faded away. The grumbling died away and the voice of the press, much to the surprise of all, became distinguishable and audible. No ejaculations were uttered as they were held gripless by their ter- rified fear. ' ' Islam the king of the Junk-Shop. I For two score years I have served my master faithfully and executed my work well. My wheels have never failedfme nor has my system which has pressed and en- tivened countless tons of paper. I have stood in this impregnable po- sition countless ,days afiixedf-gazing, gazing. g My first glimpse of sunlight came som-ei years ago 'when the hammering rain ,pierced the roof and allowedfsunlight -toicome in. That is as much- of theiworld as I have seen in this incessant vigilance. My wheels are now ceasing to function, my body is filled with rust. The day has come when my muscles ache at every interval -at this juncture, the press speech was suddenly-.stopped abruptly by a crackling' soundhand,-instantly a narrow split appeared lengthwise across its chest. Withaa, desperate effort it uprighted -itself. The strain was tremendousfbllgfthe strug- gling structure and finally it fell with a tremendous ,-ea thud which rocked the house, beam to beam, and reverberated throughout the entire street. The sunbeams again descended, intermingled with the rising dust and formed a hazy cloud. Againfit was still in the ancient and dilapidated building. at . .