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

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Thi' .N'im'Icr-n Tliirly-our Grmimrliim :Vnrulvrr JUNE SABINITE JUNIOR Pagezs BEING A FAN- The thing I enjoy most for recreation is being a spectator. Many people main- tain that they most enjoy playing base- ball, basketball, hockey, swimming, etc. But in most cases this is not true, Any real sport fan would enjoy watching a hockey or baseball game as much playing basketball or football. I, for one, cannot say I have any favor- itc sport for recreation although I prefer baseball to most others. A spectator gets as much out of a game as those that are playing if he is a real fan, whether he is at a basketball or baseball game. Sometimes he comes out of a doze of yelling, clapping hands or stamping feet after a homer , basket or goal and finds he is crushing somebody's hat or his own is out on the field. By doing this he is sometime called a hoodlum and idiot, but real fans know he is an honest to goodness, dyed in the wool fan, the kind that enjoys watching a game as much as if he were ln lt. Others have a different idea. They be- lieve that no sport is enjoyable for recrea- tion unless they're playing in it. But these people may not all be sport fans and in most cases they are not. Few people can claim having a favorite sport. although they seem to think they have. If you ask them they would prob- ably reply, Why baseball of course, or basketball to be sure. But when you go to a football or hockey game, there they are, rooting for the home team and yelling means of ex- termlnating the referees. These are people who enjoy being spec- tators, people who are real fans, people flbnfiniard in Column .U THE METAL SHOP The Metal shop under the supervision of Mr. R. T. Brown, in room 111, is onc of the busiest, one of the most rasping, one of the most attractive, and one of the most productive shops in our Sabin techni- cal division. The products of this place of tin and din range from articles for the school. through to the home. to the boy. After a hot and noisy process of cutting, ham- mering, heating, soldering, painting. such useful things as waste baskets, type boxes. rivet boxes emerge for the school: for the home the young metal workers turn out fancy shaped cooky cutters, whisk broom holders, dust pans, match boxes, flower boxes and various types of useful and dec- orative electrlc lamps. The metal shop does not limits its teach- ing to only the actual making of articles. but also familiarizes the boys with the reading of blue prints. By doing this the eyes and hands are trained to measure accurately. Soldering and riveting also encourages carefulness and deft use of hands. This training, however, does not neces- sarlly make them professional tlnners but gives some of the mechanical training every boy needs and enjoys. The boys enjoy especially the use of forming ma- chines, bar folders, bending brake. numer- ous stakes, square shears. and wire bead- ing and curving machines. Tile metals used in this shop are: C0111- mon tin, galvanized iron of different thick- nesses and sheet iron. The metal shop is an enjoyable and edu- cating course in the Junior High School Program. ' CLEAN-UP WEEK ASSEMBLY Irving Starr and David Rudolph pre- sented extra entertalnment with short talks telling of the need of Clean Up Week. A beautiful piano solo was played by An- geline Mucho. A trio ot' girls, Angeline Mucho, Margaret Lambrecht and Rose Pos- tell sang two clean up songs. We were treated to an address by Anthony Grabow- ski a former graduate of Sabin. He gave a benehclal Clean Up talk. Harriet Lowy recited in a very interesting way. Casmir Malinowskl announced. Mrs. McGurk who was in charge of the assembly was very much pleased with the reaction of the pupils and their conduct during the per- formance. Margaret Lambrecht, 2-4. 7B. GAS COMPANY GIVES LECTURE A member of the Chicago Gas Co. came to Sabin. April 28. and delivered an illus- trated lecture on gas and its uses. The slides showed how gas was made, what it was made of and the by-products of a ton of coal. These products were too numer- ous to be named but an idea was given ol' the many essential articles that were con- verted from a single ton of coal. Pictures were also shown of the first house which used gas, now a museum in Baltimore. Sarah Rubin. RB-P. 3. BEING A FAN-Cont. who would go the limit for the team they believe in, people who try to go to as many games as possible. These are the specta- tors who like all sports and enjoy them whether their team is in the lead or whether they're losing, they always have hopes of winning. ' Leonard Shanas, 305, SIA.

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The Ninctcen Thirty-one Graduation Number Page24 SABINITE JUNIOR JUNE ELSA AND HER WHITE WHAT I ENJOY MOST LET THE GOOD MOUSE FOR RECREATION WORK GO ON By Fannie Silverstein, 311-9A Room 3 of the Bailey School was over- joyed with their new teacher, Mlss.Bral1t. Since she was staying she wanted to solve one problem. I P Janet and Elsa were two of the great- est chums, but Janet was quick and clever whlle Elsa was slow and dull. Both ate lunch at school and so Miss Brant decided one day to eat,lunch with them. The two girls were overjoyed and when they opened their lunches, Miss Brant saw that Elsa's lunch contained all sweets and coffee- Janet envied Elsa for having such good tasty lunches and when Miss Brant looked at Janet's lunch, she saw milk, cheese sandwiches and nuts. The lunch hour passed happily and the next day Miss Brant came to school with a box. The children were eager to See what it contained and Miss Brant opened it and they saw two white mice peeping out. Oh's and Ah's were heard throughout the room and Miss Brant an- nounced that as long as Elsa and Janet wre eating their lunch at school they were to take care of the mlce, feed them with their own lunches, etc. Janet's mouse was named Rosie and put in a blue, cage and Elsa's mouse WHS named Josie and put in a yellow cage- Days went,by. Josie was fed Elsa's lunch and Rosie was fed Janet's lunch. One day'3Elsa came running to MISS Brant, Oh, Miss Brant. Josie is all cud. dled in a corner and won't eat. M-Iss Brant knew just why. She tool! Josle and fed hen with Janet's m0l1S1-IS lunchand Josle soon recovered. One day Elsa crept to Miss Brant and told her it was her fault that Josie was ill and she promised to cure her. The next day Miss Brant was having lunch with the two girls nd when she looked at Elsa's lunch she saw sandwiches. milk and very few sweets. A-The next month Miss Brant said She would give a prize to the one who ranked highest ln the monthly examination on food qualities. Miss Brant found that in- stead of having to buy one Dfile- She had to buy two, for Janet and Elsa ranked highest. ROAMER He was only a dog, this Roamer. A mongrel all tan and white, With a senious eye and a friendly mein, And an incessant love for a tight. He was known for blocks, this Roamer, Loved by every child, And the grumplest man in all the town, Had looked at the dog and smiled. He died on the morn of Christmas, And all was hushed and still. As they buried this dog, this Roamer, In a grave, on the top of the hill. And on top of the hill, on the tomb- stone, ls carved an inscription bold: Was this a dog? No, a comrade So true, with a heart of gold. By Sid Harris. THE SABINITE STAFF wants Original Stories, Articles, Jokes, Drawings, etc. ,,, , What I enjoy more than anything is to see a baseball game between the Chicago Cubs and the New York Giants, Brooklyn Robins or Pittsburgh Pirates. I like especially to go on Ladles' Day , because then there's sure to and lots of fun. I remember on Ladies' Day, and heard remarks. A woman sitting shouted out: Just look at that man on second trying to run when the pitcher's back is turned! Isn't he a coward? And one ln front of me ther favorite player must have been Hack Wilson, the Cub's center flelderl said: C-ome on Hack hit a homer when one of the Robin's was up at the bat and the Cubs were out in the fleld. And another lady somewhere from bo- hind fafter Hartnett hit a three baggerl: Oh. look at the man running around the pillows. He's past the second one now. That's two we've got. Now he's past the third one. That makes three! And now he's golng to make one more, Cas Hart- nett slides for the plate and is called out on a close decisionl. How much does he get for that? The Cubs had to go ln for extra innings because the score was a tie. In the eleventh inning with Cub runners on second and third, two outs, one woman suddenly got up and said to another who was with her: My word! It's after six o'clock, I've got to run along. The lady who was with her said: What, yon're not going now, my dear, just when it's most exciting? The other lady: I can't help lt. I've got to go. My hushand's getting dinner tonight. And If I get in after it gets cold, I won't get any at all. Stephanie Zakolskl, 311. WINNING CLEAN-UP LETTERS-Cont. best towards spring. We Sablnites, with the help of Mr. Cermak have set aside two weeks to clean-up, paint-up, plant-up and most of all keep it up. We shall try our best hut we also ask our parents to do their best to help the city of Chrlcago real- lze the true beauty of spring and cleanll. ness. Yours lovingly, Agnes Kluka, 306-9B. be a crowd once I went many funny behind me Dear Parents: Cleanliness is next to Godllnessf' Our newly-elected Mayor, Anton J. Cer- mak, officially proposed April 20th to May 2nd as a Clean-Up, Padnt-Up, Plant-Up Time. Clean.-Up. Dirty window don't allow sunshine to come through. Dirt is not healthy and dust is injurious to the lungs. Dirty clothes and a dirty appearance will not win a prize in a beauty show. Paint-Up. Beautiful houses sell easier. Paint freshens things up. When you get up in the morning and evrything is dull about you, you feel like your surround- ings. But lf everything ls bright you ought to feel cheerful. Plant-Up. Vegetables are healthful and they give a nice appearance to your back- yard. Instead of a fence, hedges will serve the same purpose and they will look better. Your loving daughter, Le Rose Goldberg, 106, SA. Yes, we have a Chicago Beautiful of which all in our city were justly proud when welcoming the many guests who on May 11 shared with us in the celebration of the Chicago Day of Jubilee. If one is to judge by its improved ap- pearance, it is plainly evident that Chl- cago has had a facial, Credit for this. in a very large measure, is due to the efforts of the army of boys and girls in our schools who, aided by their school principals, teachers and home folk, readny responded to the call of the Clean-up. Paint-up, Plant-up Managers as they as- sailed the enemy Uncleanlllness in our midst with the necessary arm movement and a lusty, but characteristic, Chicago I WILL. The Department of Health is truly grateful to each and every recruit enlisted in this great army striving for civic lm- provcment for all that has been accom- plished, says Dr. Hugh 0. Jones, acting commissioner of health, and if this same standard of cleanliness can be maintained throughout the entire year, the improved condition will, in a great measure, aid us ln maintaining Chlcago's record as the healthiest large city in the World, so lot us LET THE GOOD WORK G0 ON. ROOM 203-Cont. MARTIN STEIN I love the name of honors more than I fear death. JOE TOLMACH I am not gamesome of that quick spirit that as in Anthony. JERRY UNGERLEIDER Now mark him, he begins again to speak. HARRY WHITMAN A prize no less in worth: Keep this man safe. HENRY ZAKOWSKI I have a man's mind. Teacher: What is Boston noted for? Dave: Boots and shoes. Teacher: Correct, and Chicago? Dave: Shoots and Booze. ROOM 303-Cont. ARTHUR KUZNIEWICH The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. LAWRENCE MENCONI He is well paid that is well satlslled. WARREN MILLER The best conditioned and unwearled spirit, In doing courtesles. JOHN PAWULA Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea. ARMIN ROSEMAN Young in limbs, in judgment old. WALTER SKULSKI Oh, wise young judge, how I do honor thee. JOE STAKOLSKI I wish you well, so I take my leave. JULIUS TROJAN Let music sound while he doth make his choice. ALEX WEINSTEIN I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning. THEODORE A. ZAJAC O, excellent young man.

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Page 26 The lVim-fren Thirty-one Grddxmfiou Number SABINITE JUNIOR JUNE SPRING IN CHICAGO By Hanna Weiu There comes once every year, A time we'll ne'er forget, The blossoms bloom ln clusters, The birds sing everywhere, On bush and tree, and leaflet Fheir glad songs swell the alr, Surely you have guessed lt, Phe spring is everywhere. The earth has shed its bareness, For them on everyone, I The Buttercup and Daisy are nodding in the sun, The grass has changed Its colors, The birds above us soar, Surely you have guessed lt, The spring ls here once more. Merrymaking and fun begins, Just as soon as spring allows. Again to parks we'll go, Surely you have guessed it, It's spring in Chicago. SPRING IN CHICAGO By Fannie Gold Flowers blooming here and there, Birds are singing every where: The dreary bareness that has DHSSGCI. Has given nature a chance at last. II Nature has done her best, Now we must do the rest, To the parks we'll all go, Now Sprlng's in Chicago. THE ROSEBUSI-I By Harold Pokru, 107-BB There lived a man by the river side. He was poor and his wife had died. And when he was going to join his wife, He was happy to leave this world of strife. 2 He called to his side his daughter. Mary. For she was his pride over hill and prairie. and he said. When I am dead, do not mourn, But the hill you will adorn, With a rosebush, and so he died. 3 Mary, her father's wishes did carry, And so she tramped over hill and prairie. Tlll she came to the spot where the rose- bush should stand, And there she planted it in the sand. ililil- MY SPRING VACATION By Edward McEvoy, 88, P. 6 During my spring vacation, I went to Hollywood Where I saw the actors and actresses From the corner on which I stood. 2 There was Mary P-lckford and Llla Lee, John Gilbert and Rudy Vallee They were talking about the picture Which they were going to display. 3 I was very tired and weary, And wanted to go to bed, Soon I was off to falryland With a pillow under my head. 4 And coming back to Chicago I thought of Hollywood And remembered the actors and actresses From the corner on which I stood. El' I' Il Il Il Il Il II iq' POETRY SECTION ILI' Il I1 Il Il I1 Il Il UQ' THE TELEPHONE By Shirley Kulvlin Isn't lt a funny thing? A telephone with its rjng, ring, ring: It has a mouth-piece and a receiver, too, Through which you hear me and I hear you. 2 I say, Hello, who is speaking please? And you reply, It is I, Louise, Then after we talk for a little while, We both hang up in the regular style. 3 It strikes me funny what this thing can do, It is quite small but important, too, Because it tells us all about, The things that go on in and out. APPLE PIES By Sid fDuIxel Harris 'Twas a dark and stormy evening, Not a star was in the sky, As I trudged the sloppy pavements, And I heaved an awful sigh. No, my brother wasn't dying, And our taxes weren't due, But I'll confide to you the reason, That I felt so Eosh.darn blue. Yesterday was Friday, And as I hurried home at three, I beheld fin dreams! the apple pie, My mother'd baked for me. I rang our rusty doorbell, Ma met me at the door, She said, Your lovely apple ple Was, but is no more. Your Aunty Sue and Uncle James Came to our house today, They've eaten up your apple ple, Tbey've both come here to stay. Now you know my sorrow, And life jest ain't no fun, 'Cause my apple pies all vanish, Like snowballs in the sun. FROLIC OF THE ELFS By Sid Herrin, P. 2-BA A summer bneeze is blowing, Over the broad expanse, In the mid of the green covered meadow, The tiny elflns dance. The drone of the bee ls their music, And happiness reigns supreme, And watching them from my hiding place, It seems like a wonderful dream. The moon is a crescent of silver, The stars are twinkling bright. As I watch those sprites, all gamboling, On this balmy summer night. At the first faint blush of day break, With remorse, they scamper away, Leaving myself and the meadow, To witness the newborn day. SMILING MOONS By Bruno Schlaelzetkn, P6-BA The sky is dark The stars are bright And, Oh, the Moon! Ever so much the brighter than the rest, Looks at me as if he were my guardian. Who knows what is behind his face? I do, for when I slumber peacefully, I see an earth filled with everlasting joy, But not so when I return, For no natural eyes, see in the daylight your smiling face But one of the things I will remember Is the smiling face of the moon. CHICAGO By Morris Goldberg, 105-88 l c-at my peanuts on the lake shore, The pigeons above me lightly soar, lt makes me so happy, refreshed and gay. To see my Chicago so lovely today. Its talll, straight buildings reach to the S YC The largest steamers saunter by, Its bcautlful trees and blooming flowers, The many parks and extending towers. WILL YOU TAKE A TRIP WITH ME? By Evelyn Kenner, 311-9A Will you take a trip with me? Where the great hot desert rules over all, Where the echoes of the jungles call, Where little brown children live at ease And lie lazily dreaming 'neath tall palm trees. Where all is a world of paradise Will you take a trip with me? The birds call to us from the skies Let us answer to their plea. We'll borrow Lindy's aeroplane And go flying over the serge blue main. The birds will follow after, too To cheer the way for me and you. When we hear the hungry tlger's roar As we descend from the air We'll know there's adventure in store And for each an equal share. We'll creep beneath the bushes with guns And catch the tiger: before he runs: And we'll prove to you that it is true When you see him pacing in the zoo. We'll watch the beautiful sun go down When our hunting is all done. We'll forget all our troubles and forget to frown For our sorrows will disappear with the sun. To a land of bananas and coconuts. And queer brown people in little straw huts! To an adventurous land across the sea, In dreamland hour, will you go with me? Silence, Silence Silence, Silence SILENCE By Ijllian Davison, 305 from out the deep wood, to shatter lf one could, and no sound comes to the ear, as before the word of a sere. Wherefore this quiet of the leaves? Wherefore no rustle from the corn sheaves? Wherefore the langulsh of the breeze? Wherefore the silence from the bees? Look out from the window, foolish one, See'st thou there the sun? It is even and still and dark, And night has placed her mark.