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

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Page Ten The Nincfeen Thirty-two Graduation Numbff SABINITE JUNIOR January, 1932 A VISIT IN THE DESERT By M. BOE!-IM Motoring across the continent is a good way to learn about the country traversed and if one is satisfied to take chances On little hardships and delays can-sed by fol- lowing less frequented routes, he Will be more than repaid by the unusual and nn- fxnected things encountered where tour- ists are few. Coming Eastwapd from the northern part of California last summer, we decided to try a less frequented route which we had missed on previous tI'iDS and 39 usual we were well repaid for the trouble. After crossing the western range of mountains our trail led through the desert and the desert is always interesting. Along the road we came to a couple of cabins. A small sign in front of one of them read Dad Lee, King of the Desert. There evidently was a character, a man different from those of the big herd. so we stopped. Next moment a man stood beside the car, tall. distinguished-looking. clean and neat. While he greeted us in the most hospitable manner he offered my sister a cup of cool water with a pleasant smile. I jumped out and greeted him with the words I suppose I have the honor of addressing Mr. Lee. His reply was At your service, sir, and may I ask whom I have the honor of bidding welcome? After mutual introductions he odered my sister his arm and with the manners of a cavalier escorted her to his living room cabin where she seated herself in a com- fortable chair, padded deep with skins of wild animals. We spent an interesting hour and a half with this lonely man of the desert discuss- ing art. history, science, medicine, psy- chology, mining and hi-story on all of which subjects he was well informed. He told us that he was eighty-six years old the would have been considered well preserved for a man of sixtyl. He attributes his good condition to his simple carefree life and to the influence of the sunlight. A large window in his sleeping cabin is glazed with beautiful violet glass. I ven- tured the statement that the glass was originally white but that the action of the sun of the desert had turned it violet. The man had been interesting all along but this statement made him an enthusiast. He told us that he had found old bottles and other glass articles which has lain in the desert sand for decades and the clear glass had turned to a deep violet. Among his specimens was an old fashioned glass lamp for burning kerosene which had entirely changed to a deep violet as were the sheets of glass in his cabin. The fact that such exposure in the desert will bring about this change has just been discovered by the scientists of the University of South- ern California but Dad Lee has known it for more than forty years and he told us that it takes from ten to fifteen years to make the change, ordinarily, though thin pieces, under favorable conditions, may be changed in seven years. A lady had heard about one glass lamp and she wanted to buy it but he told her I do not run a store so he odered it to her, she came again to call for it and made him a present of live hundred dol- lars. There probably is no other one like it any where and probably never will be. After looking over his interesting col- lection of skeletons, weapons, mining equipment, ores, etc., and playing with his tame coyote and his pet bear we were ft'nniinm'd on Pnyr 11, Col. 22 Elllllflllllhllll POETRY SECTION lL!gli'lllll'l'1'l r'I THE AUTUMN TREES JANE'1'1'E KORECKI, 306-9A l walked in the woods among the trees And saw what Jack Frost did to the leaves. Each the other in color vied And within my sad heart sighed For soon the cold would come on silver wings. But joy came back to me When I thought that in the spring I'd see The leaves agaln on each and every tree. DICKIE BROWN SYLVIA BROWN, 306-9A I have a little cousin, His name is Dickie Brown, He likes to jump and run Like a clown from circus town. In his playroom on the door, He has loads and loads of toys, But best of all he likes his drum To make a lot of noise. He says he wants to be a soldier, With a horsey and a gun, Gee! I love to go to his home For he shows me loads of fun. BOOKS Books, books, books, and the treasure they hold, The tales they tell and the songs they sing- Worth their weight in the finest gold That was ever given a king! One tells of gardens, and one of the sea, One's full of fairies all spaugly slim, Yours are for you and mine are for me. And the one about bears for him. Opening a book is like opening a door, Turning a leaf's like a bend in a lane, You never can know how far you'll go! To Kalamazoo or Spain. You may meet a bear, or a prince at a ball. Emperor, poet, you can't tell what. Books, books, books-they are just like that, You never can tell at all! Nancy Byrd Turner, Kelvyn Life. VOX DISCIPULI Perpetual Motion See how the cunning 9B miss Improves each passing hour In chewing sticks of spearmint gum With all her jawful power. How lovingly she wads it up, How deftly rolls it over, Relays it then from jaw to jaw Like a cow with a mouth of clover! Who taught the charming pupil The way to work her chin? Who showed her how to twist her face Such weird contortions in? Then let us all take warning From this poem so very true, And find another occupation For idle jaws to do. Edith Gray. 312, The Kelly Weekly. MOTHER ARTHUR RETCHIN. soc-on Whenever I don't feel so well, Am angry at the rain, I turn my thoughts to Mother, She drives away the pain. , Whenever my work doesn't seem just right, And I feel down and blue, I turn my thoughts to Mother, She tells me what to do. Or whenever I am tired and mean, And hate most everything in sight, I turn my thoughts to Mother, She makes me do what's right. ODE TO A ROBIN By SYDNEY JUSTIN lWrltten two years ago on a farm inl Michlganl 0 scarlet-breasted harbinger, What tidings do you bring? Of flowers, of trees, of bubbling brooks? O Messenger of Spring! When winter winds are howling, An-d snow is on the ground, When stormy gales are blowing, We hear your cheerful sound. You sing of joy and happiness, You bring us hope and cheer, Then you depart for southern climes, To return another year. THE YEAR BEAUTIFUL SPRING From the depths of the forest all nature revels, The woodthrush sings in the leafy trees, His voice as the tinkling of silver bells, Stirred by the joyous breeze. SUMMER The heat of the molten sun pours down without remorse, The shimmering blue of the sky is a boon, From the bane of the sun, that shrivels the gorse, And the rays of Old Sol play a merciless tune. AUTUMN The wind in mad capers stirs up the leaves. Of wondrous beauty, all golden and red. As the bushes and vines all mournfully grieve That their summer apparel is dead. WINTER The iclcles hang on grim skeletons on trees, And the wintry wind dolefully howls, Seek all Creation to shiver and freeze, Drops splatters of hall from her frigid jowls. S. J. H. A country school board was visiting a school and the school ma'am was putting her pupils through their paces. Who signed the Magna Charta, Os- wald? she demanded. Please, ma'am, 'twasn't me, whim- pered the boy. The teacher in disgust told him to take his seat but one of the farmers who ap- peared much interested rose and said, Ma'am, call that boy back. I don't like his manner. I b'lieve he did do it. Mrs. R.-311: Why don't you study pharmacy? Peter G.-206: I think I will. I was raised on a farm. Stockton Echoes.

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January, 1 932 The Nineteen Thirty-two Graduation Number SABINITE JUNIOR Page Nine IE.-'li U ll fi in li in '1 fi il 'I ii li 'I li li 'I 'I 'ILTIU B Junior Hzglz Exchanges 'H mL h fi li ll '1 li '1 fi li fl fi li in fl fi in in in UIQ' OUR OLD MAIDV' Her hair is henna. colored, But it didn't come from dyes: Her teeth are really quite her own. So also are her eyes. Her nose is rather pointed But it sort 0' fits her face, And, though she is bowlegged, It detracts not from her grace. She's crazy over candy, Will eat cookies by the scores, But she makes a bad bed-partner 'Cause when she sleeps she snores. Her tail is soft and plumy With a graceful wave and dip: Yes. she really has a tail- She's our own dog-Tip! Beatrice Jackson. Ninth Grade. Arrow, Chisholm, Minn. Riddle: Why is a dirty boy who does not like to be washed and a piece of flan- nel alike? Answer: Because they shrink from washing. , Kelvyn Life. SANTA CLAUS Up the house, Down the chimney, Santa comes, To each pickaninny. Books. for Johnny. Bobby. a sled, Clothes for Betty. And drum for Ned. Around the world The bells do ring, As Santa gives. The children sing. Reindeers' shadows Fall on the moon, As Santa says, I'll be back soon. K. Roberts, 106-SA. Wescott Booster. A WELCOME VISITOR On Tuesday, November 17th, we had the unexpected pleasure of meeting Mr. Dud- ley Craft Watson of the Art Institute. He is a very fine speaker and knows how to get boys and girls interested. It was very amusing to hear him describe the emo- tions of pupils on art day. I think I never had quite so many laughs before. He made us very happy by telling us that Italy gave to the world some of its finest artists and that one of the best liv- ing artlsts of today ls a Mexican. We surely appreciated the compliment. - Tony Mangelli, 311-SB. Jackson Junior High News. Hallowe'en is a time of fun, To dance. and sing, and also run: It's not the time for wicked pranks, Like breaking gates, and pulling planks. One dreads to think of Hal1owe'en, When pranks like that are done unseen: But laughing faces, and costumes gay Are outward signs of wholesome play. Black cats, and witches, are our hosts, With now and then some gruesome ghosts: Blowing beans, and making noise Are just some of the evening's joys. Let's get together, and dress up keen, For tomorrow night is Hallowe'en. Melvin Harmes, SB, Harper Scroll. Teacher: Willie, can you tell me why Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence? Willie: Because he couldn't afford a stenographer, I guess. Question: What's the difference be- tween a robber and a teacher? Answer: A robber says Hands up and a teacher says Hands down. The Wilburite. Lady: Sir, do you take pictures of children? Photographer: Yes. ma'am. Lady: How much do you charge? Photographer: Three dollars a dozen. Lady: I'll come back, I only have eleven children. Eunice: Who's got a wrist watch. Dorothy: I got a wonder wrist watch. Eunice: A wonder watch? Dorothy: Sure: every time I look at it I wonder what time it is. Westcott Junior High News. Pappa, vat is science? My how could you be so stupid? Sci- ence is dose tings vat says, 'Keep off the gra.ss'! Harper Scroll. DO YOU KNOW THAT- By KEITH MacR-AE The eating of earth by human beings still is practiced today in many countries, especially in India and Persia? Patents are granted by the United States Patent Office on Tuesday only? Four per cent of all physicians in the United States are women? Children inherit their grandparents' characteristics more closely than those of their parents? Japanese women attend beauty parlors regularly to have their ears cleaned? temperatures The highest and lowest that have been produced .by scientists are 45,000 degrees above zero tFahrenhel.tJ and 457 degrees below zero? The Franklin Almanac. Man to Tom: Tom, you are ten years old and your brother is flve years. Why is he bigger than you? Tom: Well, a nickel is bigger than a dime. Wilburlte. SAM'S SHORTSHOTS Well, boys, it's here . . . what's here, I don't know . . . but it's here anyway. There's been rumors that some kind of a graduation is going to be pulled off. What got me, is who is going to graduate? . . . well, teachers change their minds, too . . . that ls, sometime-s .... Our basketball sea- son is practically over . . . in fact it is over . . . but lt is still the talk of the town, and Sabin ended up where it did last year . . . it ended up. Now, getting down to busi- ness. I hear that everybody is saying: Looks like Fish is Milt Feldman's pub- licity manager . . . wrong again . . . Mike Levin offered me an ice cream sandwich more, so here it goes . . . Meyer Levin ended up at the sensation in the last few games, either making baskets by the dozen or missing a dozen by millimeters. Sam Block and Capt. Milt Feldman were riding neck and neck while Zimmerman and Na- than Feldman followed up with Chuckie and Jake Winoker and Meltzer among the last of the flrst. In an interview with Mr. Mlshkln he told me that volley ball will be a current sport next season, and there may be an inter school league ln which he hopes Sa- bin wlll take the lead. There is plenty of material for the team was what Mr. Mish- kin ended with , . . there may be good material, Mr. Mishkln . . . where, I don't know, but you're going to have a lot of fun looking for it . . fsarcasml fthree dotsl and if you find it, holler I SPY . . . well, don't mind me, I'm just a writer. Mr. Buska's gymkhana was a big success. Bravo . . . there was boxing, wrestling, gymnastics. and everything else under the sun . . . but the feature of the day was a comic boxing match which went over with a big crash, especially when Arthur Retch- in hit the big yegg ln the mouth, that was statistically the biggest crash of the eve- ning. Mr. Busca has earned a reputation of a teacher not in the sense of being fath- erly, but being a boy's real pal, someone who can talk and explain, and one who understands, what, I don't know, but they say he does. In conclusion, I will say Adleus to the readers of Sa.m's Shortshots and will in- troduce in my last article of the latter title my new pen name with which from now on, my articles will be signed . . . Fish Farefleld is the name . . . Well that isn't such a radical change from Sam Frei- feld . . . so that, my good children, will be a lesson to you, never cross in the middle of streets: learn the A B C's of safety. Always be careful and when you see me in the funny papers think of Fish as good old Sam . . . how good I don't know, but I'll pass in a crowd, and don't forget to wash behind your ears and be sure to go out for Sabin's team next year . . . fdribble, dribble, dribble Yea! Sabln.l Fish Farefleld. ARE YOU MISS-MANNERED? The Good Manners Club teaches Pupils the correct manners at home, school, and in public. Table manners are also taught. The club which is composed mostly of 7B's ls progressing rapidly. Sarah Rubin. Professor: People who drink too much coffee get a coffee-heart, and people who smoke too much tobacco get a tobacco- heart. Arthur: If a fellow eats a lot of sweets, will he get a sweetheart? The Medlllite.

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January, 193 2 Tin' .Yinrlcvn 'l'lrir'ly-Inu Graduutima .Ylu1lIu'l' SABINITE JUNIOR Page Eleven 9Al3N' - . Q 2. I, by I 1 SIDIQT Q... p ECKHART PARK WINS WEST PARK CHAMPIONSHIP Captain Lillian Zakolskl from Sabin. pulled her team through a series of indoor baseball games vlctoriously. Winning slx games and losing but one, they have re- ceived gold medals, and at banner for the park for taking first place. Six Sabin girls made the team. they are as follows: Cap- tain Lillian Zakolski, Evelyn Novak, Irene Bergmann. Mildred Yankewlch. Eleanor Kendra, and Sophie Zyla. By Mildred Ynnkewich, FELDMAN THE BASKET BALLER Milton Feldman. the outgoing captain of the Sabin team, started his basketball career at the age of ten. He started to play at the Y. M. C. A. where he was a member of the Tigers A. C., one of the best clubs there. After a year's playing at the Y. M. C. A. he joined the Associa- tion House, where he learned most of the fundamentals of the game. In the latter part of 1929 he captained the Phantoms A. C., one of the foremost clubs of the Association House. Last year Captain Feldman had a regular berth on the Sa'bin team scoring more points than any other member of the team. Besides basketball. Feldman can swim well. He plays baseball like a veteran and plays a good game of golf. Feldman will attempt to develop his prowess at Tuley. Harry Fox. SABIN HOLDS LARGE BOXING CARNIVAL The Sabin Boxing and Wrestling teams presented 't unique feature in the staging of a combined wrestling and boxing exhi- bltlon. called by Mr. Buska a Gymkhana. The tickets were ten and twenty-five cents and the money collected was given to the poor. Everything was a huge success due to the cooperation of Mr. Buska, Mr. Mish- kln, Mr. Kerschten and the boys. Harry Fox. PLAYING FOOTBALL lThls is the third of a series ol' sport articles appearing monthly in the Sabinite. It is suggested that you clip them out for future reference.-Sid Harris.l promised to tell you about second thought I decided so easy a task as it sounds, Last month I signals, but on not to. It lsn't so we'll leave lt for later and for the pres- ent take up the matter of forward passing. of more prominent foot- The majority ball men were excellent forward passers. Do you remember Brick Muellar of Cali- fornia, or Benny Friedman of Michigan, among others. Most of these All-American men were so good that they could hit a tiny target four fcqliilflllllfd nn Pugh' I-I. Col. 32 DRAMATIC CLUB PRESENTS RINGS IN THE SAWDUST fm S .J ,I I fl! ,, ,- f ag, td E ,a 'FT ' hm v as Ze 'S' . f 'xl si lil as ,gl up lwx ww 1 Q -1 Z of if Z If Il 1 ll l ll M 1 N lx iw I, tvigfrllh lliflsllsxxll llblxlltx , Nl w,. 'f ll Ilmil l Y' 117115 11 N Xxxtl! X ,MVN n X 92 A -15,2 Si- f--1 .Wi ,1 X if , A. ' I ' y , 4 '59 .lv I ,I l 25 , Z II .5 . -' A r 6 'lf 1 4 , A if . . E F 4 .Q l K ,'tf,,i Ill l,,.'lff' I - I f 1 251 ll IU If Ill W will ms-X --jg: 'ZA an I lt K 1 . ae 1' ffl l 0 x 'unix ' ,Y K The Senior Dramatic Club of Sabin pre- sented the caperetta, Rings ill the Sawdust' given at the Sabin Auditorium on the after- noon of Jan, 20 and the evening of the 21. under the supervision of Mrs. Catherine D. Pattison and other members of the faculty. The action of the play occurs in a small town on circus day. The flrst act takes place before the afternoon performance and the lust act before the evening per- formance of the same day. Alonzo Squeezem, a wealthy small town banker. holds a mortgage on a circus which Toby Dunn, the owner, is unable to pay because of a disastrous season. Toby Dunn, an estlmable young man, has previously become engaged to Sally Squeezem, the banker's only child. This so enrages the banker that he threatens to foreclose the mortgage unless Sally promises to give up all thought of Toby Dunn. This she re- fuses to do. Marybelle Jaybird. a fascinating widow. has set her cap for the banker, much to her old maid slster's fE1iza Slimmersl dis- gust. Inkey Snow tcoloredi and Dinky Moore ilrishl, helpers about the circus plan with Sally and Toby to abduct the banker and send him to the widow Jay- bird's house before he can foreclose the mortgage. The widow is overjoyed at the prospect of having the banker as a guest and readily enters into the plan. In the dark a mistake is made and Iney Snow is sent instead of the banker. When the banker goes to his home for the mortgage he flnds that lt has been stolen. I-Ie suspects Sally, but when the widow suggests Inky Snow, he has Inky arrested and sent to jail. At this point the mortgage is discovered in Wollie Jaybird's. lwidow Jaybirds spoil- ed son! pocket: and through an unexpected turn of anairs, Sally and Toby are forgiven by the bankers, Inky is freed from jail, Widow Jaybird captures her quarry and all ends happily. THE CAST Toby Dunn, owner of. circus ..., Sam Gillis Sally Squeezem ln love with Toby ...... ..................Loretta Mrozcko Alonzo Squeezem. Sally's father ...... ....................LarsAndersen Marybell Jaybird. a widow in love with Alonzo .............. Eleanor Amigo Willie Jaybird. Marybelle's spoiled son. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Seymour Goldstein Eliza Slimmer, Marybelle's old maid sister ......................BessleTalis Inky Snow, colored helper in the circus ...............,..John Richardson Dinky Moore, Irish helper in the circus ...................Syduey Kaplan Barker .................. Sam Freifeld Irish Paddy ...... ..... . .Arthur Retchln The play also consisted of one-half dozen male and female choruses. The play was a big success. Mrs Pattison and her musical dramatic club with the aid of the girls and boys glee and other clubs produced as fine a performance as has ever been done in Sabin. A VISIT IN THE llESER'l1-tfontinus-dl ready to continue on our journey. sorry to leave. but feeling as though we had known the man all our lives, sorry that we could not hear more of his interesting stories. I promised to go back and stay with him for a few weeks to hear more of his stories.