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

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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.

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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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Page Twelve The Nineteen Thirty-two Graduation Number SABINITE JUNIOR January, 1932 AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY STEP!-IANY KOREPKI After finishing the required years at Wicker Park I came as did my entire room to Sabin. Here we were pulled apart tfor there were many chums among usb by different teachers to different rooms, Luck- ily Janette and I were both called to go to P. 4 which at that time was ruled by Mis: Scherbarth. There we spent 7-B. I clearly recall how we hated coming out to thc portable from the school and vice verca ir the winter time. Jean and I joined the 312 Art Club, where we made many interesting things. One eventful day we were informed tthere were five of usl that we were to skip to 8-B. This was 2 weeks after we enterec 7-A. This meant that we were now to choose our electives. Both Jean and I as well as the rest Gcceptlng Edna took up Latin. We, the girls were in 306, the boys in 111. Mrs. Parret was kind to us helping uc when we lagged behind and encouraging ns to do more than ever. So 8-B passer and we with lt to S-A. I have always been interested in art and with Miss Clarke as an instructer I was more intensely interested than ever. I wa: playing the violin in the orchestra, but gavr lt up to sing in Mrs. Pattisons newly found club. My last summer time vacation was spent mostly in playing Jean's and my favoritf sport. tennis. I get a great kick out of swacking that ball smoothly just over th net into the service square to have it re turned seemingly out of my reach and run- ning wlth racket outstretched, but failing to get there ln time. It is fun. Then back to school and 9-B. 9-B WHS swiftly passing when one day Miss Maher asked to see Edna, Jean and me. We hur- ried wonderlngly to her room and all were astonished when she said she wanted one of us to run for mayor on the Self Control party. None of us was enthusiastic about it. Frankly no one wanted to run. Then the girls turned to me and pursuaded mc to consent. I knew I had only a slim chance of getting in, but I decided I would chance lt. Then the excitement of the cam- paign took hold of me and I drew some signs, gave one to Miss Maher and one to Miss McCormick. At this time I realized my most dan- gerous opponent was my friendly enemy- Arthur Retchln. I was sorry for I real- ized the fact that a majority was further away than ever. My decision to run cam'- only 3 days before primary election. All my friends plugged for me. especially Edna who did a lot of persuading in thc lunchroom. There were others who Wrote or printed the slips and whose work I appreciate. The primary election left me several votes behind Arthur and the elec- tion business became hotter than ever. Finally the finals, and believe me I was as surprised a-s any individual when I was informed I had won by a small margin and was Sabin's mayor. I certainly was thrilled. We were kept busy around this time by the graduation play then it was over and sr was school for two glorious months, two months of fun, of romping, of no schoo' worries. going to bed late and getting up later. Playing all the more tennis and spending week-ends away. Then mother went to Buffalo N. Y., the old home town. and we kept house. It was fun-yes--but we were certainly glad to see the mater back managing the household affairs. Then before I realized it September came and again school. ffanlinued in Column 32 ' C El. voice or ' -M Y Ori55ml5torie.s,Articles , Bodafleview: Sf Comments . BIOGRAPHY OF MAURVIFE BAYGOOD 305-IIA Maurice Baygood, or Morry as he is called by his friends. was born on April 24. 1917. in Chicago. Illinois. His early education was secured at Columbus School where Morry first began to show an ex- traordinary talent for music. He came to Sabin in 7B and joined the combined band and orchestra where he rapidly established himself as a horn player of no small ability. In 9B Morry ran for Mayor in the Pregressive primaries but was beaten by a slight margin by Ar- thur Retchin. Now in his 9A year Maurice Baygood is Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Progressive Party, a distinguished mem- ber of the Sabin band. and Assistant Chief of Police. Baygood was a prominent detective offi- 'ial in his eighth year, having served as a Lieutenant of Detectives. Morry Baygood intends to go to the Vlurrav F. Tuley H'gh School nfter leav- ing Sabin. He has no definite career in mind as yet, though it is thought he shall follow along musical lines. Baygood is one of Sabin's students that it has reason to be proud of, and will be 'proud of in future years. Good luck, Morry. SCROOGE A word picture of a charm-tcr in Dicken's Ulu-istmas Carol Scrooge was a spectacle of which the grown-ups as well as the children were afraid. His face was a reddish purple, his nose was pinched from the cold as was his soul, for warmth never reached it. Bushy eyebrows prctruded over bloodshot eyes in which a warm light never entered. A straight, grim line described his lips and they were never seen upturned in a smile. His cheeks were sunken and his skin was shriveled. A thin, gaunt. figure wa Scrooge and hc who made himself as he was. never tried to be otherwise. His actions were that of a mean, selfish individual. a type that has no regard for others and so ruthlessly treats them that he alone may benefit. Caring not for the company of folks he went his way alone, cruel. merciless. un- feeling, indeed, almost inhuman in his de- mands of his employees. And so he lived from day to day shun- nlng companionship, absorbed in gaining more wealth and trying to avoid every appearance of kindliness. After the coming of the three ghosts Scrooge was a changed creature. He be- came unselflsh and cheery, anxious to be charitable and seeking what he had been previously avoiding. companionship and happiness. Friendly with everyone, with whom he came in contact. He became esteemed and loved by all. f 4? gg rs t l LET'S WAIT FOR CAR TO STOP JVMPING ON OR. OFF MAY CAUSE AN . ACCIDENT . . We all know that jumping on or off street cars while they are in motion ls a dangerous thing to do, but it's a good thing to remember that it's most dangerous now -in the Winter. A great deal of the time during the Winter months the streets are wet or icy and it's hard to keep from slipping. That means we must be more careful than ever in the streets. If we're too late for the car, or if it goes by our stop, let's wait for the next one or wait until the car stops before try- ing to get off. Automobiles are nearly always coming along right behind street cars and it's hard for drivers to stop them in a hurry on slippery streets. Of course, we're in a hurry sometimes-but let's al- ways try to remember that it is better to be late than to get hurt in an accident. So let's promise not to jump on or off moving street cars. THE CHICAGO SAFETY COUNCIL. THE EMBARRASSING BROAD A A Chicago man visiting in London was invited to a ball where everybody except himself talked with an exceedingly broad A as people do in England-and Bos- ton. The accent was puzzling to his Chl- cago ears but he did his best. He danced with the wife of his host. The lady spoke with an especially broad accent: also she ran somewhat to flesh. When they had finished the round of the floor she was panting in a repressed and well-bred way. Shall we try another whirl? inquired the Chicago man. N0t now, she said: I'm darnced out. Oh, no, said the Chicago man. not darn stout-just nice and plump, ma'am. THE ORIGIN OF PAPER From a kind of rush growing in the swamps adiacent to the Nile the Egyptians detached the pellicle found between the flesh and the bark of the thick part of the stalk. and the strips so obtained were ar- tificially united till the required breadth of surface was secured. The sheets formed in this manner were pressed till perfectly flat, and then dried in the sun. A thin material of great toughness and tolerable whiteness, which could be writ- ten upon with ease and expedition, was thus produced. This substance was the well-known papyrus for ancient writing paperl. so called from the name of the reed or rush from which it was prepared. The Egyptian name of this plant was pa- pyr or papeer, to which the Greeks later added the euphonious termination papy- rus. A N A llTOBl0GR-APHY-tContinue1l I It's queer how you long to get away but once away you'd like to be back. 9-A--Still with Miss Clark in art and f'I1.l0ying myself in the drawing of Old Fort Dearborn. You never can imagine how swiftly 9-A passes, till you're there. Gosh -here it is three weeks from graduation and my dress not completed. I'1l have to hurry. As for the future-I am hoping to be- come a dress designer a:fter'taking up courses, etc.-will you wish me luck?