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

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20 - - -- Sabinite.-I unior. - PROPHECY OF PORTABLE 3 After an absence of about fifteen years my firm de- cided to send me back to Chicago to look after a business deal in which it was interested. Many changes can take place in fifteen years and I began to picture Chicago as I imagined it would be from what I had heard about its progress. Finally my mind drifted back to the school days at Sabin and especially to my class of 1930. My! but it seemed a long time ago! At last the day arrived when I was to start on this most interesting trip and having received my final in- structions I left the office with a fast-beating heart. The trip would take the greater part of four days and I knew that I should have plentyfof time to think about my old schoolmates and to picture them in their various posi- tions. I think I must have done a great deal of day dreaming for I was in Chicago before I realized it. From then on I s.cmed to be in a whirl of excitement. Having decided to go to a hotel and leave my bag- gage, I hailed a cab at the depot, and, as the driver brought the car to a stop with an awful jerk. I looked at him closely and whom should I see but Adam Zasino- wich. As we turned the corner I noticed a tailor shop with the name Paul Freedman, Exclusive Tailoring, across the window in gold letters. The new city hall next attracted my attention and remarking upon its beauty, Adam told me that it had been designed by Morris Arbet- man and was considered one of the finest examples of architecture in the country. My curiosity was aroused and I went in to look around. I was so busy looking that I collided with a young woman, none othrr than Bernice Marcus, who I soon learned, was happily married tf' Morris Arbetman, the architect. During tl1e short chat she told me about many of the other bcys and girls and I became so interested I decided to take time to see as many of them as possible. Bernice told me that Irvin Tvaroh had just het.. made mayor and that his olifices were on the fourth floor. Stepping into the elevator I heard a musical voice sing out. Call your floors, please. That voice struck me as being strangely familiar and glancing at the operator l recognized Leonard Sofo. Reaching the office I found the mayor with his wife. the former Bernice Mes'row, and his private secretary. Esther Bulovsky. in conversation with a young man whom they said I should know but whom I could not place until he drew from his pocket a package of gum and I-recognized Harold Hahn. now a report'r for the Tribune. They were ready to leave for the Aviation field where a demonstration was being held. They invited me to go with them. There I tuct two of the demonstrators, Chester Pinski and Teddy VVartalski. I learned that Fred VVayda optrated the peanut stand on the grounds. Driving back thru the loop we passed the New Chi- cago Theatre and there in large letters appeared the uames of Morris Geller and Sylvia Syncheff co-starred in at production directed by Mike Rampolo. Viie went in and pri-sfnted our tickets to Edward Lycardi. the head usher. The orchestra. directed by George liligg was playing a selection composed by Donald Bclofsky. In the orchestra I noticed Mitchell VVozny tooting a saxo- plume. The stage show came next. The first number was .in animal act: Abe Richman and Sol Rushal-:off imitat- ing train' d horses. Sol made a great hit with his horse's laugh. Next came a song and dance by the Miller twins. Sadie Sol sang the latest blues from Broadway and Ann Drecbfn appeared as a tap dancer. Then came Sidney Markowitz, a solo dancer. followed hy a chorus of beautifully dressed girls among whom I recognized Olga jurco, the leader, Evelyn Lazar and Alfreda Knch- arski. Their costumes were made and dcs'gncd by Helen Weiss. The scenery was arranged by Marcus Greenfield and his assistant, Stanlfy Zajac. As the news reel flashed upon the scrren we saw the face of R gina Bogdanowicv who had recently been elected head of the Red Cross Nurses. VVe saw Abe Levin. the famous basketball star. with his wife, Pearl Stockawitz. As we left the theatre I noticed an attractive candv shop owned by Helen Griger and Emilia Scrzypkowski. On reaching the corner we met Hyman Wlohl, the well known undertaker. who told us he had just conducted the fum-rvil of Mrs, -Xhrnhntu 7:vrn's fAuna Klan-A p--I imp 'ranir-n. Htr husband. the famous veterinary surgeon, had failed in an operation on this pet of hers and she was prostrated by the shock of its death. Passfug the Art Insttute we stopped in to see a new painting by Sylvia Levinson, a rising young portrait fainter. I learned also that Ruth Hollandcr and Edith Silber were bccrming well known in the field of paint- ing and sculpture. As Tvaroh had an appointment for the evenini and I was tired out after the strenuous day. we parttd and I set out for my hotel. I bought a paper at a ntws-stand and was surprised to see that Helen Kutyna hrd broken the wold's record in the high jump at the Olympic Games. I went to my room to freshen up for dinner and ff st a bit. I noticed that the hotel conducted a library for the :ccommcdaticn of its guests under the direction ff Ruth Bauzuly and Mac Kctler. I was so tired that I fell sound asl ep and never awoke until morning. I could scarcely believe that it had not all betn a dream. I soon realized, however. that my bus'ness must be at- t nd'd to and that I must return wth my report to the firm so I made ready to start on the day's business feel ing that I had had a wonderful v sit and a mind full of pleasant memories of that day in Chicago. Sylvfa Levinson. Irvin Tvaroh. Ben Pearlman. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE GRADUATING CLASS XX-'e. the undersigned. having been duly appointed and sel ctcd by the Grzduzrtiiig Class of NEC. do hereby pronounce this our last will and testamznt, having been made wh n wt were in full possession of all our senses and the faculty. CLAUSE I As the probationrr of this will. we. 'he class of '3.I. rtsp ctfnl y appoint Miss Mary Boughan. CLAUSE 2 To Miss Broderick, we h:qu.ath 5 rattles, said rat- 1'es to be given as pr zen to the wcrst cases of Iufautile Lotuplrxities and I'ropensities, CLAUSE 3 To Miss lfaut. ue bequeath a SMALL amount of nu n y: this money to he used as carfare for those pupils going to parental school as a result of the influence of Miss Faut. CLAUSE 4 'lin Mr. Mishkin. we give a red, Z0 passenger bus, irox-'d d he nr-ke the remaining twenty-five payments. as none of the installments have been met as yet, includ- ing the first. CLAUSE 5 As a lllClll0l'iZll of us for Miss Veatch, we honestly lnqu ath hcr with a parcel. said parcel to contain a new iztwspaptr staff. which will TRY to be better than us. CLAUSE 6 We honestly wish Miss Northgraves a full club of lint-Im-as and Gigolos fcr her Social Hour. CLAUSE 7 'I'-v Mrs Servatius, we grant her the pleasure of uritchiug future- 9.X's starve to death while she keeps thcm for half of their lunch prr'od. CLAUSE 8 To the future UA's, we leave plenty of home work and the fear of getting a trfnsffrxinstead of a diploma. CLAUSE 9 . To the snfffr-mores. we leave the pleasure OJ of holding office in th s wonderful school. I' ' CLAUSE I0 To the 7th graders, we leave the pleasant-and joyful hope of being 9A's sometime in the far future. , .CLASS OF '30. NVITNESSETH: Oscar Boxer ' Beatrice Freeman. This is to t st fv that this. the last wi'l :slid testament of the Class of '30, was wi-it'en and signed in my presence as Notary Public. Emanuel Lashover. tSEAl.l

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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.

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