Sabin Junior High School - Sabinite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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IS V Sabinite junior PROPHECY OF PORTABLE 6 A great throng was gathered about a billboard upon which the following announcement was written: GREAT CONVENTION OF CRIMINOLOGISTS TO BE HELD IN CHICAGO, DURING THE VVEEK OF FEB. 19-29. l939, UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO. Philosophy Dept.. PROF. FREEMAN, CHAIRMAN It alsogave a list of notables wlto were to attend and sp.ak. - As I was to preside at tlte banquet as well, and having'a great deal of accounting, which had to be hnishtd that evening. I called tip an old friend of mine, Tillie Kaufman. a C. P. A.. forntcr secretary of Harry Kelner. a prosperous physical director. and at tltat time his fntendtd wife. and made arrangements for its cont- pletion. . As tlte convention was thirty-six hourst off, and urgent busin ss called me to New York City, I decided to take the Mykosz air liner, in order to return on time. I arrived at tlte Korengolel K Pollack division of tlte airport atid was quite amazed at the enorntity of tlte held. After I was comfortably situated in a spacious compartment. I notietd the pilot watching me with a most quizzlcal txpression on hs face. At length he be- eamt: a bt more sociable, atid finally interrttpted tlte con- versaticn witlt ati impetuous. XYhy Bee Freeman, I lavsn't sten you for ages! It ttas not until then that I recognized ltittt, and in later eonversat on learned that he t'H'Lrry Korengoldl and Eleanor were engaged to be inarried in june. I arrived in New Yorl: ahead of sche- dule and found that I had quite a few hours to spare. I purchastd a paper as I was leaving tlte airport and gl:-need disiuterestedly at the hearllint-s. The name sounded familiar. aitd as I coittinued reaclng. it suddenly datttnetl tipoit ni - MANY INVOLVED IN RODI-IK CASE. NEXX' ANGLE DISCOVI-YRED HY IJI-ITlit l'IYli MITSKIQS1 ' jennie Redek, a Iiead nurse at onefof tlte w ll known l'tttII1it.S. had b en robbed of a S50,lT00 necklace. a be- trotlial gift of ,loc l.onclon. a wealthy ntotung picture dirt et l' XYItile looking through tlte news section. I was quite snrprist d to see a two column article on the cont'ng con- vention. ttritten by--who do you suppose-Eleanore Isa.ita, a wel! known reporter on tlte Daily Times! Front there I glanced at the pietttre of an unfinished -ky eraper, eighty-nine stories hi lt. be ng built by Sehnid r and Sntolak. architects. I notietd ainong tlte :.dt'ertisenttnts one which caught my eye. IUXRSON .-XND ROR.-YIYN, I.-XXYYI-IRS. NEIY OFFICES TO HIC Sl'I'L'.Yl I-YD .-XT 'IIMI-IS SQLPXRI-I. The ratnts sennded familiar. and I pondered ot-er tlt in as I reach d a crowded corner. .-Xs I was about t I eros-'. I heard a ttrrific crash. and running back to tlte curb. I was iti time to w'tness an awful accident. :X large touring ear collid.d with a street ear, c:tus'ng much dam- age :ntl injuring many people. One of the bystanders Iainted :ard :long t ith an uncrnseious woman. I was iushed ittto tlte drug store in front of which tlte accident lti k place. .Xs I hurried in I noticed the sign- I'. ANDRES, Ph. ti. IIt:rry5n itt'o the pharmacy, I co!l'dt-d with a good fool:i'tq t-,oinan for which I apologized hastily. and con- tinued on my way. whan I felt a hand r. st lightly on tny -lrouhler. The young wtman ercpla ned that she was Mi s Bliriant, C'-dkin, a pliartnacist. who was engauefl to Phil Anders. and introductd me to Clara Mandel. her assistant. As soon as tlte patient was well enough to lie moved. she was taken upstairs to tlte offces of Dr. l ink. where she was git-'an first aid. There I tttet Goldie lI'tnnenberg, h's secretary. I contplet.d tity work and returned to the airport that to my tl.-light and surprise my return piIot was Morris renin-'. Bly good fot'tt 'e sv ent-tl to lt' nlini ted. :tual Vi :ifsl-ty. the celebrated daredit'il of tlte air. The convention was a huge success, and the phil- osophy department was congratulated publicly. The day before adjeurnnient, a very valuable record of Esconion- ian philosophy, along with an important document oit the subject, worth millions to the University, disappeared front my offices. Criminologist Goldstein remained in Chicago to work on the case. After many hours of worry and despair on my part, he returned with a very remark- ab.e solution, which was marveled at throughout tlte United States: but William modestly denied his brilliancy, and returned to his music for which he was already famous. In tlte next edition of the S.-XBINITE SENIOR I read that Isadore Rotkin was given an assignment on tlte rebuilding of the Panama Canal, so I made arrangements with Harry Kelner's fiance, Tillie Kaufman, to take a trip to the canal. I decided to motor down and prep- arations were completed in a few ltours. NVe had just reached tlte heart of St. Louis. when my Cadillac de- ve.optd motor trouble. I walked to tlte nearest garage and asked for assistance. After about five tninutes, I was totd to locate Napady, the general manager, who would take care of me. As I was leaving tlte oflice I met an angry locking young inait-in dirty overalls-who assigntd three mechanics to my car. They were Harry Polteek, VValter Bieleck and Albert Mittskus. The man- ager was Steven Napady, I learited later. He made the eng.ne hunt steadi.y, and as we sped on our way, Miss ls..u1ina'it mentioned his new position. The reason for l.is anger was tltat his favorite brand of cigarettes was unattaaable at the time. I .. .ts we wtre passing a very busy thoroughfare, in the business district, I noticed a large modern building with an enormous electric sign, which read, . SIWETZ 8: CO. PRINTERS As we entered the build.ng I paused to glance at the store directory. It was a twenty story structure, owned by Martin t.ireenste.n, and offices in the hulding were t.ecupi.d by tlte VINI'I'SKt' SCHOOL CF MUSIC, a. branch of the Kti1.NliR ATHLETIC ASSOCIA- 'tluN, CSI-'ELTOR Sz KLIJLIMAN, Props.j and tlte Xtlbr. AND CO., ARCnt1tLL.1S. We visited these, and learned that Mary Skoll was Frank W'ise's secre- tary. ' XVe remained overnight at the STEARN hotel, one of tlte largest attd ittost exclusive in the United States. There by odd coincidence, we inet Harry Schrogiu, his secretary, Rose Segal, attd Ruth Weinstein. ,.anett St-arn had just returned front her Parisian trip, and entcrtain.d us all even itg with accounts of her travels. She told us she inet Mary Sorger, a fine de- signer of the best and most expensive women's apparel available in all Paris. How lucky for her! At that moment a page entered and announced a 'phone call for Kiss Stearn, wlto excused herself and hurried away. She r tttrned lat.r and told us that George Boratyn owned a .ease on a large drug store in the center of her build- ng. and that thty were the best of friends. She asked u if we would like to see something unusual, and naturally we assented. She took us up to the roof. and there oit one side was a'huge swimming pool, and cover- ing tlte rentaitder of the roof was a miniature landing li ld. Daredevil Kosowski was up -to his tricks again. :nd landed upon this, in the black of the night. The next morning I picked up the Daily Scandal zzud learn tl that Mrs, loc London CSylvia Libanofft would be in St. Louis the next Sunday for the great Maryniak ball. Both young women were socially rromfnent. it said. and gave a list of their accomplislt- III III . Miss Kaufman was troubled wfth a tooth-ache fthe result of a box of candy, the gift of Kelncrj so we went to a prominent dentist. As he was occupied. a very pretty young woinait bade us be seated, supplied us with reading ittatter and was just about to leave when I recognized her and calling her by name-f'Vera Ehlert. wait a minute, she stopped and we spent a very pleasant I-:ilf hour. at the end of which time, according .to 'Miss Kattfnuztfs story. the pain was gone. As we were leav-

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V Y junior Y 17 Class Propheozasf PROPHECY OF 106 I Th - dcor bell rang at 10:30 and the maid. with a pale face ran to answer it. VVe had been hearing queer stories of doorbell robberies, and naturally she was startled. To our intense relief, it was Melvin Harris. the patrol- man of the beat within which my home was situated. Inv ting him in I learntd tl1e reason for his late call, and to my surprise it was an order for subpeana. I had given my name as a witness in a recent murder. which took place at a week end party. a friend of mine, Eddie Dire, gave at one of his country homes, at New Years. The next morning. while breakfasting. I read the Morning N.ws to quiet my nerves. I learned that Superior judge Dienstag would preside, that the cele- brated Louis Barnett, would be defending attorney, and that States attorney. VVeichelsbaum, would be prosecut- ing attorney. The paper gave a very vivid account of the hz ppen ngs. I was present at the time. but my memory was quite blurred and the procgedings quite bewildering. 'the following announcement was written by-who do you suppcse? RUTH MILLER! GREAT MURDER MYSTERY TAKES PLACE AT HOME OF PROMINENT ATHLETIC! On January Ist, 1950. occurred one of the greatest murder mysteries known to Chicago pol'ce. The so-called N w Ytzr's Eve murder occurred under most peculiar circumstalnices. VVhile New Year's was being celebrated. at one of the country homes of Edward Dire. the mil- lZcnarc basket ball player. all of the help with the cxccption of three maids, a butler. and the livery men. left without notice. minus their baggage. A note with merely a figure 7.was found pinned to a sheet of music in the guest mns'c room and six others, in different colors were distributed throughout the house, Five more were found in tl1c servants' quarters. At about midnight thr air was r.nt with a piercing scream. The dancing :topped immediately, and a cause for the disturbance was sought, At about 3:30 A. M.. a body was brought in: that of a veiled woman in black. A quick check up was made. but none of the guests were missin-1. In the morning the servants returned, but would offer no ex- ' lf nation of thtir .unusual action. Among the guests were Mr and Mrs.. Berger tShirley Brusinl, Mr and Mrs. Levine lMi'dred Skcrosztwskal. and many others in the 1 cial l'm'ilight. Before their marriage. Shirley Brusin :nd Paul Berger w re the best professional dancers on Broadway. but they returned to Chicago for the wedding. Meanwhile Louis Lev'nc. had become one of the fore- mort basketball'-ccaches in the U. S. A.. while Mildred lad att'-ined fame through her vocal efforts. Detective Elv in Duda was working on the case. .. .-Xs I entered the court room. I was ushered to a side- l'0 lll. with tl-fee of my acquaintances: Clara Tessler, Dfirc-thy Tug nhaft. and Pearl Lichtcr. Clara had bc- c -me qu te wtIl.kncwn through her work in the field of business, and Pearl as well. Meanwhile Dorothy, had l't-cstne one of the for most teachers. at a fashionable tr vate school in Chicago. They told me that suspicion ' :ts thrust upon George Lucas. and Harold Marker. D:-rothy ti:rfu1'y informrd me that she and George were tngag d. and she ws to tzlze the stand in his defense Al! at once there was ,a commotion in the next room. Finally Iwas admittfgd to the court rcont, and, taken to tl e press table by Oscar Boxer. world famous, rpporter for the Tribunc. . He was acting in the capacity of Ccnnt R- potea, dur'ng the illness ofha friend, but was the regular South America corresponde,nt. Through his infiucnce, in spite of my being a witness. I was permitted I to hear the entire case. a part of which was beingbroad- cast over the raido-by Abe Miller. VVhen Dienstag entered the crowd raised a lusty cheer. but was soon quieted by bailitf Sidney Mesirow-after two hours of very effective pleading and surprising brilliancy. Barnett :uccetded in proving the innocence of the two suspects. When they wcre freed, the crowd seemed to agree with the verdict. and he became much more famous as a result. As we were leaving the court-room. I met Marie Steinke, a v.ry popular stenographer. in a large business concern, situated on Michigan Ave, That evening I decided to attend the Chicago Civic Shakesperian Society's presentation of The Tanning of the Shrew. A friend of mine. knowing my fondness for this sort of a drama secured tickets and at my interested inquiry answered lfVhy didn't you know-the great Madey is appearing tonight. ' The box office is always :old out we ks in advance for her presentations. The' name Madcy seemed so familiar I was simply bursting with curosity to see who ithis person could be. The play was a great success and'we' waited after it was over for zn ntrodncticn had been arranged. llvhen I finally did get a moment with her, I recognized her immediately. She l'ad not changed except to become prettier. and we ar- ranged to have dinner togttherthat evening. Wfe went to a prominent night club+the Rabin- owitzf' and we were. telcordially by Gertrude herself. It seein' d more like a lilream than reality. Very soon we mtt Mr. Paul Borgir and his friend. Abe Kluber, who was a renowned musical comrdy star, while Paul had attained fame through his printing. Suddenly the electricity failed. and in the confusion that followed much dan1age was done. Finally after at least thirty tninntes of darkness, electrician Emanual Lashover found the cause of' disturbance. and soon every- thing was going smoothly. After the evening's excitement we retired to Mis Madey's exclusive apartment in the Lobodinsky hotel. one of Chicago's most well known, and best patronized. The next morning we were told that the picture, Auld Lang Sync. was being played at the Abt Theater. The stars of this were Emily Kcuter. Eugenia Kuklevicz and Nathan. Goodman. This. being a talkie. was certainly :I howling success. The director was a woman, julia Shumorftz. who certainly did know her a b c's in direct- .ng. At that time of the year it was customary for thc employt rs to give vacations of one month and three days t-v their bfst stenographers. The lucky stenos were J nnie Farkas. Mi'drtd Miller. Ruth Miller, Jennie 0zo'v. Lillian Rome and Sarah Sager. They decided to spend th ir vacations in I-Europe, and as my Parisian trip was scheduled for that month. I agreed to accompany th in tl'ere. The th'rd day of the trip I was summoned to the c p':t'n's cabin on account ot' a difficulty concerning nn' iassport. I was nearly stunned, to see Raymond Larson rented in a comfortable deckrhair tilted in an angl-. smfkini a pipe! Vlfhcn the difference was adjusted. h- lD'C1ZlllC very friendly and invited me to din- -:'t th- t tiiic rs' table that evening, which I accepted. On !ook'n 1' o'er the passenger list. I was surprised to see that Flfr nc'- Abitz. Bessie Zitnick and Mildred Sclmeider were aboard also. ' In Prris I attended :t very well known ni'l-t club. for a thrill. and certainly received one whe't I heard Bt-rn'ce Deutsch playing with tl1e jazz orchestra. I returned to the United States well pleased with nty experiences and still marveling at the freak of fat - which caused my Zllllllllllg' reacquaintancc with former Sabiuite: Bee F:'.-enrm.

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Sabinite junior I9 ing we met Bessie Factorvitz, Ethel Kaplan and Mary Buffelino, who were engaged in secretarial work by a prominent firm and told us that Goldie Blumenberg was Morris Vinitsky's secretary. VVe reached Panama on schedule and ,there we met Isadore Rotkin and his secretary, Pauline Skarz. Mr. Rotkin had been doing some marvelous planning, and the methods he devised, if used, would save the United States governm.nt billions of dollars annually in repair- ing expenses. I was so impressed with his ingeniousness that I wrote a Philosophy for South America and re- ceived the title of the first woman philosopher in the Panama Canal zone, all because of a mere coincidence of BEATRICE FREEMAN. A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE As 1 reclined on a lounge in the gigantic projection room of the Theatre Lorelei, capacity 7,000',000, I was startled by the tinkling of a bell. I arose wrathfully to see who and what had interrupted my rest. I had been up all night, helping to install the wonderful apparatus at the Atlanta, a very large theatre which was equipped with everything a theater could possibly have. I went to the dcor and was greeted by Leon Cohen, a financier of very good standing in the business world, who was backing the Lorelei Theater. Behind him came Myron lNinograd. a technical and acoustical engineer. With him was his wife, Sylvia Annes. They had been ushered in by Edward Kusch, who stood behind them in the natty uniform of a member of the corps of ushers maintained at the Lorelei Theater for the convenience of its patrons. They had come to see me on some very important business. They could not find Oscar Roseman, the gen- tral manager. so they came to me instead. Banker Cohen drew an impressive looking document from his pocket and commenced to read. The paper was couched in legal phraseology and was difficult to understand, but the gist of it was that Sarah Rich, the acrobatic dancer who was featuring at the Lorelei Theater for the week start- ing November 6, 1950, was sueing the theater for the fum of 317.000.0140 for damage done to her ballet dress. I-Ier lawyer was Leonard Rotzoll, a well-known lawyer who had held several public offices and had gained a reputation for honesty. I looked over the paper and found it absolutely legal and above-board. I stepped to a ttlevision-phone and dialed for the wardrobe attendznt. She came to the phone and her face appeared in the television screen in front of my phone. I asked her to look through Miss Rich's dresses- and see if her jeweled dress was damaged. She disappeared and the screen was blank. A moment later she reappeared and said the dress was badly damaged. I thanked her and called up the firm of Horwich and Company, the jewelers who had sold Miss Rich her jewels for her dress. I asked thtm what they thought Miss Rich's jewels that they sold her for her dress were worth. Mr. Horwich told me they were worth about sixteen million dollars. Satisfied that the damage was real, I got in touch with Oscar Roseman and told him what I had discovered. He authorized me to pay the bill. I sat down immediately and wrote out a check for the neces- sary amount. After receiving the check and chatting a Zittle, Banker Cohen and the others left. I called Mr. Roseman again and asked him if he had :-ny instruetfons for me. He .told me to see that all was in readiness to play the picture, a television-talkie pic- zure. The name of it was The Love Nest, a picture :omething like the Dance of Life. which had played at long time ago when talkies were in their infancy and tltvision was practically unknown. The new picture had a ballet of ten perfect dancers. Their names were Iforence Quinn. Hilda Lipke, Mollie Zlotnik, Ruth Dalinko, Anne Kalescz, Lillian Buffenstein, Fannie Lew. fate! Ingaborg Riis, Rose Dokelsky and Celia Roseman, The leading man was Abe VViesman whose specialty was one big laugh. It consisted of a series of marvelous events narrated by Mr. Wiesman and thrown on the screen. The script was written by Evelyn Guthman who had several literary gems to her credit. I called a secretary, Sylvia Brin, into the booth and d'ctatcd a letter to Caulfield and Nissen, architects, ordering that work on the movable stage and the new tntrance was to be pushed ahead with all possible speed. The message left by air tube. I settled back in a chair and was just dozing off when a clamor arose outside that was so loud that I rose to see 'the trouble. I went to the window and saw a man being carried to an ambu- lance. He had p nched his arm in alighting from a plane. I took a pair of Field glases and looked through them. I was surprised to recognize the white, drawn face as that of Melvin Kuhlman. As the crowd surged toward the docr of the hospital, I saw a nurse, all in white, flit to the man's side. Looking closer, I saw it was Mildred Maniloff, the head nurse at the hospital. She called for some people to help her dress the n1an's wound. To my amazement, who should step from the crowd but Earl Cooperman and Ben Bernstein. I had not seen them since, oh. since 1930, when I graduated from Sabin. By adjusting the focus of the glasses, I was able to obtain a better view of the crowd. In it. I recognized Casimer F01 k, Lillian Beckerman, Noah Garmisa, Bernice Lan- dau and Mary Switkin. A Standing at the window, I looked down the street and in huge signs I saw the words, Julia Berner for President. She was a candidate for President on the Progressive ticket. Harry Shevick was her campaign manager, Inna Chesley was her advertising agent. Li'l Inna had made a name for herself as an artist and had turned to advertising to help her friend Julia in her cam- paign. Sol Dirmish had charge of all the printing work that was needed in the campaign. I sat down in a chair and lit a pipe. As I smoked, my weary brain formed pictures of old familiar faces and places. I harked back to my school days, to my nights of slow torture by homework, and smiled at my own childish woes. I saw once again the old, familiar IIIICS of Sabin, its rooms and corridors, its teachers and classes. Struck with a sudden flash of curiosity, I jumped out of my easy chair and rang for a secretary. I had become so used to surprises at finding old friends during the day, that I peered eagerly into the face of the young woman who now stood before me. Nor was my eager stare useltss. My searching gaze was re- warded by the sight of the face of Barbara Crook. I saw that she was uncomfortable and became aware of the fact that I was staring at her intently. I relaxed, feeling ashamtd and motioned her to take a seat. She :at down and I asked her to look up several people for me. I asked her for pen and paper and hastily scribbled a few names. They were all I could remtmber of Room 310 in 1930 except for those I came in Contact with in the course of the day. The secretary left and I composed my limbs for slumber. I fell asleep and was again awakened by a bell. I awrke. and there in the doorway was the secretary with a sheet of paper in her hand. She handed it to me and left the room. I read it and this is what it said: Frances Jass, singer and radio entertainer: Robert Levin. physical culture director: Anna Baumgarten, president of the Y. VV. C. A.: ,loe Leep, owner of string of naeat markets all over the world: Sam Zivin. famous brc ker: Clarence Barasch, successful lawyer and Olympic runnr for U. S. lVith this paper in my hand, I sank back into the depths of my chair and fell into a reverie from which I was delivered by Morpheus. the God of Sleep. Wiilliam Goldberg. THE END.