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

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January, 193 2 The Ninelcen Tlrirfr-two Graduation Number SABINITE JUNIOR Page Thirteen ARTHUR RETCHIN I-IIS TI-IITS FAR. Al 1'0BIOGRAl'HY At the time that Russia signed a treaty with the four central powers fduring the War. March, 19181 for peace, I signed a treaty with the world for entrance. I do not remember of any had illnesses or ob- stacles to mar my happy childhood but I do remember the fine feeling I had when I entered the Wicker Park School at the age of five. In my first grade I met many friends wvlo LIIIKIIOWII to me then were to remain friends even until now. Principally among these were Janette and Stephanie Korecki who have been in my room throughout my short school career, a total of nine years. I secured most of my grammar schooling at the Wicker Park School although I at- tended many other schools for short periods of time. Most of my thirteen and one-half years were spent here in Chicago although I took frequent trips to neighboring coun- tries and states. One trip that I recall was to Indianapolis for a radio convention with my Dad. There I was personally introduced to James Hall, the movie star, who occupied the room next to us in the hotel where we were staying. In my sixth grade I grew very impatient to get to Sabin. I had many friends there who told me that there were seven periods a day and about three lunch periods, which was quite new to me, but what in- terested me most was the student govern- ment in which I was just itching to participate. On that eventful day when I entered Sabin my heart was mas many others! beating like a trip-hammer with questions such as: would I succeed? will I get used to the new type of school? will I be al- lowed to enter student politics? Now as I look back upon those questions I feel that they are answered and answered favorably. After much bustle and confu- sion I was allotted to Portable 4 with Miss Scherbarth as my teacher. After spend- ing 7B in P. 4 I was skipped to SB with Jeanette Korecki, Edward Lazar, Stephanie Korecki, and Edna Garfield. After help- ing to organize the Progressive Party I ran for and succeeded in winning the office of Municipal Judge. Also I received an honor band for being on the honor roll the required number of times. Serving my term as Judge I decided to try my hand at the State's Attorney job which I also succeeded in winning. I think that of the two ofhces I found the Judge's role more suitable and interesting. Then at the close of my 9B year I was induced to run for the office of Mayor but I was defeated in the final ballot by a most worthy opponent, Stephanie Korecki, who I think made a better mayor than I would have been. Finally to top my political career ln Sabin I was honored by the posi- tion of President of the Progressive Party. In my opinion tand this is not because I have chosen law as my career? Sabin gives its students a most wonderful opportunity for advancement in leadership, and self- expression in its Student Government pro- gram. In closing I wish to thank Miss Maher for giving me my inspiration and knowl- edge in my chosen profession: thank Miss Veatch for enlightening me on my second giving choice profession, Journalism, and me the opportunity to work on the Sabin- in ac- ite: others in Sabin for assistance complishment and for allowing me to en- joy the keen friendships that have been founded. THE LIVES OF LEADING SABIN STUDENTS BIOGRAPHY OF SAIIIUEL D. FRIEFELD I 1 1-9A Samuel D. Friefeld was born in Chicago, Illinois, on November 5, 1916. His early life was that of a normal healthy young- ster. Playing with the other boys of his neighborhood, he soon became recognized as leader. When the fellows wanted to play cops and robs Sammie was at the front, the leader of the daring band of criminals armed with shotguns tof clothes- pinsl and slingshots. Or perhaps he was the chief of the cops , rushing down the street on a coaster wagon in mad pursuit of the bad guys. He began school at the age of six, start- ing in the Schley school. There, his asso- ciates and teachers were constantly prais- ing him for his able leadership and quick wit. He then transferred to Lafayette school and then back again to Schley. While at Schley, in the sixth grade, he was told by his two dearest friends, Sol Bellcw and Ben Shapiro, also ex-Sabinitcs, that he would find it hard going at Sabin: that he would not be anyone of importairc in a big junior high like Sabin, even though he was one of the leading pupil: of Schley, being the Chief of Police Boy: and holding other high honors. Sam said nothing but silently resolved that he would get somewhere: that he would take his place among the great ones of the S'abin student body. And he has. Here is the amazing record of Sam Frie- feld's meteor-like rise to Sabin's Hall of Fame. Entering Sabin in 7B, he promptly be- came Alderman of his room, and even then he began to show signs of the great politi- cal career that is ahead of him. Harry Hartsman, another great Sabin student took Sam into his confidence, and that year, while Sam was only in 7B, he and Hartsman, and a few others, formed the much renowned Progressive. It was Sam's indomitable spirit and never-say-die atti- tude that finally brought the Progressive Party to the highest summit of political fame. Then, in TA, Sam Friefeld was tempo- rarily appointed President of the Progres- sive Party, after having served a success- ful appointment as Chief Campaign Man- ager during his 'IB year. Sam also served in the City Council that semester, bringing up many laws that now play an important part in the Sabin statute books. In SB Friefeld again served in the City Council, all the while assuming the Presidency of the Progressive Party which blossomed forth as Sabin's most powerful party machine. In his SA semester, Sam was elected State's Attorney by an overwhelming ma- jority. He broke all records in the court that year by convictions, establishing him- self as one of the cleverest, if not the clev- erest, State's Attorney Sabin has ever had. During his entire career as State's Attor- ney Sam Friefeld never lost a single case, which is a mighty record, one of which anyone has a right to be proud. Last year, while in 9B Sam Friefeld was again in the City Council, relinquish- ing the presidency of the Progressive Party to Arthur Retchin, another graduate. He was also the Chief of Detectives during his SA semester, and Chief Election Com- missioner during his 9B year, one of the executive bodies in Sabin. IConlinucd in Nerf Columnj A FLYING TRIP My wish had at last come true. Here was I up in an airplane enjoying and rev- clling in the power of the bird, that was my power at last. Here was I high up in the air, gliding through vast stretches of dark, empty space. How had it all come about? I attempted to think, to reason. What was I doing in this speedy craft? My mind was a blank: a veil seemed drawn across my past. I could recall nothing, remember nothing. I glanced around. There. a little dis- tance in front of me sat the guide. His shape was just dimly visible. Like a ghost. he sat, never moving. never turn- ing. staring straight ahead in the face of the gloom that glared at him. The craft seemed -strangely bereft of all motion. This however seemed natural, for, I had often heard that while a person is flying in at plane he feels no motion. I attempted to lean out the window to see the city below me, with its bea-tifully colored lights, the great electric signs, and the tall buildings. I wanted to see my city as others had pictured it to me, a great beautiful pan- aroma that slowly unfolds itself to the eager eyes. Yet here was another strange thing, for I could not exert the effort necessary to 'propel my head out of the plane. A feeling of fatigue had imbedded itself within my soul. My very thoughts were confused. I could not move, I could not think. There was yet something else qucer. Often standing in the street and looking up at a flying airplane. I had hear-d the thundering noise of the motor, coming through the distance. Yet here was I in an airplane, and silence reigned all around, pervaded all things. How could this be explained? A deadly fear began to seize me. What was this shadowy craft? Where was I? Why was I feeling nothing? Per- haps I had died, and this was my soul that was traveling with this ghost in front of me. I was not long left in doubt. The pilot suddenly awoke crying, SAVE yourself, the plane is doomed. I felt suddenly ri falling sensation. My imagination began to work. I was sinking, sinking, ever faster. I was falling to certain destruc- tion. My mind was paralized. I could not think: I could not act. I was doomed by gravity. Suddenly my body struck the ground!!!! My eyes blinked as the light streamed through their open lids. This will teach you a lesson, my mother cried, when you are sleepy go to bed, and you'll find that you will not be falling off sofas like a baby. By Frances Klein. SAM FRIEFELITS BIOGRA PHY- Q Font .J Now, in his 9A year Sam Friefeld is the Editor-in-Chief of the Sabinite Junior, the Sabin school paper and leading voice of opinion in the school. Sam Friefeld is a very excellent swim- mer, and we have had many a pleasant day carousing about in the water or lazing on the sands. Sam is also an ardent tennis fan, spends hours on the tennis courts with his racket and proverbial white ducks. whom he came in contact, he became es- teemed and loved by all. Sam Friefeld intends to go to Tuley after leaving Sabin, and from there to some college to take a pre-legal course in criminal law. Good luck, Sam!

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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?

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Page Fourteen The Ninrlren Thirty-f-wa Graduation Number SABINITE JUNIOR January, 193 2 VOICE OF SABIN CITY Purely polsonal pltfle: Miss Manton thinks I'm simple minded. She's probably righlt. . .She's probably right . . . Cleo- patra is back in the lunchroom the second lunch period . . . she was laid off a few days last month . . . she always has a cheery smile and a pleasant word for all . . . what her name is, nobody knows . . . at least I dldn't, so- I began calling her Cleopatra . . . she purrs with delight at mention of the much coveted name . . . Drag out the ice-skates and moth-muffler, here comes Old Man Winter . . . or am I wrong? Although my buddy lphooeyll is on the Sablnite staff, he is still active in politics, having won a few cases recently . . . he awes the jury with his majestic stalk and affected air of superiority . . . they cringe as he commands them to declare my defendant not guilty! It looks as if good old. curpulent Sam Gillis will have leading part in the grad play . . . and how that boy can warble . . . I can hear Miss Byrne calling to me that I'm off key and that this whole paragra-ph is flat, so I leave you, even as I left you last month: hastily . . . and dizzy. Ahalf-hour has passed and I'm sitting here in my room gazing at the typewriter. twiddling my thumbs, chewing my elbow, and wondering what next to write . . . sometimes my brain t?D is dormant . . . absolutely blank . . . go ahead, tell me that it's always that way! Embarrassing Moments Dept.: My most embarrassing moment came upon me last year,like a bolt out of the blue tonly I turned redl I was delivering a speech thehehehl on the Ethics of Journalism and somehow or other managed to rhyme a few words in a sentence. The crowd laughed. I remarked brilliantly: I'm a poet, and I don't know it. Some rube in back shouted out: Yeah, but your feet show it: they're long fellows. tLongfel- low sJ Was I embarrassed? Don't esk! Sabin Sights: Miss Pitt's green hat . . . Mr. S'anger's polite Oh, Yeah? Mr. Mc- Cormickcame back for one dtay last week to sub in Miss Maher's room . . . did he remember me! . . . and how! . . . incident- ly, Miss Maher is convalescing at her home . . . she has been quite sick the past few weeks . . . here's sincere hopes for a speedy recovery . . . That yellow line down the corridor in the third floor reminds me of a state highway . . . Mr. Boehme's silk tie . . . Miss Veatcl1's petite Ford . . . Well, another graduating class is about to pass into history . . . Remember any of the old grade? . . . Jake Levin . . . Bill Charm . . . Helen Lucas, .Simon Glick, Nat Buffenlstien, and way back when Mannie Lashower and Sol Bellow were the big shots . . . almost every one of the Avalons tnow extinctj went, or is going to Sabin . . . Lashower was an Avalon, Bellow, Ben Shapiro, Sammie Friefeld, Bernie Holtz, Hy Shubin, and yours truly, who ex- pects to gra-duate in June fhave mercy, ye teachersl . . . Some of the more famous who are grad- uating are: Stephanie Korecki, our cap- able mayor, unofficial and uncrowned queen of Sabin . . . right behind her comes her sister, Janet . . . then there's Dorothy Richter, Phyliss Harris fno, nol the girl who knew a man who's nephew's butler's mother-inlaw's chauf'fuer's wlfe's sister's child knew a beggar who collected mil- lion dollar bills. Among the boys grad- uatlng there's, of course, Sam Friefeld, fConfinued in Next Columnj ON THE AIR On December 10, Miss Cummings gave the literature lesson for grades 7, 8 and 9 over WMAQ. From this talk we learned that the por- trayal of character in the short story is just as important as plot: the characters must be real, must live and act, like human beings. The dramatic method, the one which uses speech and action is the most effective method. The writer who holds our attention is the o-ne who makes the speech and action the natural outcome of the char- acter. Mr. Booth Tarkington, a noted liv- ing American author, uses the dramatic method most successfully in the story Penrod's Busy Day, from his book Pen- rod and Sam. Miss Cummings read parts of that story which illustrated that method. She has received several messages of appreciation from the schools. 5 Rsmaivlsaa WHEN ' I 210 boys and girls were the 1 school's baseball champs? . Old 208 became 305? How mad I they were! QNow they're glad.j Q Remember when they had the I ' aeroplane show in Chicago, how many children saw it? Sabin was almost a hundred per- cent Sablnite subscriptions? i Miss Jenkins gave the best gradu- ation play Sabin ever had up to the present time? And what a play. Progressive and Self-Control Par- ties had a great iight before the election? l VOICE OF SABIN CITY-fflontinuedj who finally leaves us, after many heavy years of struggling with Latin homework: Art Retchin, the little big shot: Maurie Baygood, and scores of others of whom it would take up too much room to mention . . . Suffice to say, this is one of the best had for and most versatile classes we've quite a while .... excepting, of course, last June's grad class with Joe Luptak, Toby Venicor, last year's Queen, Ben Shapiro, last year's king, Evelyn Teitel- baum, Zelda Palmer, Chuck Mollerup, Mollie Greenstein, and hosts of others . . . I could ramble on for hours, but, gosh look at the time! Twenty after eleven. Oh, and school tomorrow. Now fo-r a bubbling Kentucky mint julep suh, and to bed, suh . . . finterval of fif- teen minutes during which I make the radio softer, grab the Man Who Knew Coolidge by Sinclair Lewis, and climb into bedl. . . Ah, these blankets feel good . . . nice and warm . . . Green Hoops and Holly Rollers! I forgot to do my Latin homework . . . Oh, well, maybe Miss Manton will forget to col- lect it . . . one black sheep jumping over a fence . . . two black sheep jumping . . . s-x-z- . . . And -the Dear, Dear Sandman carried off Mr. Bunny Rabbit to the S'weet Land of Dreams. Good-night, sleep tight, and rest your tootsies children . . . They hang wall paper and let that kind of radio announcer live . . . oh, well . . . See you in the morning . . . Adleu, Grads . . . Welcome, Freshies . . . This is your Uncle Sid speak- ing . . . Cheerio, old topper . . . ENJOYING YOUR VISIT T0 THE DE NTIST- Q Continued J seeing a dim light flicker in the distant darkness, while visiting the ruins of an abandoned house or when awakened by peculiar noises during the stillness of the night. The dread of the dental chair may be due to one of these child-fear com- plexes not yet eradicated or may be due to not understanding the nature of the work to be done. A careful explanation by the dentist as to just what he intends doing will greatly relieve this exaggerated fear. When we do not experience the anticipated pain which is caused by fear, we quickly become freed from dental fear as we become liberated from all fears. They are eliminated through constructive experiences, discrimination and increased understanding. These words of Plato bear a message valuable alike to child and adult, as truth- ful today as when he said: The best way of training the youth is to train yourself at the same time: not to admonlsh them, but to be always carry- ing out your principles in practice. Thus you realize that by dispelling fear you greatly benefit yourself and help the dentist. Your fearless mental attitude will shorten your time in the dental chair, dentist will be able without to work more quickly, with because the interruption greater ease and practically without pain. He will tell you how to maintain the health of your teeth and gums. Regular dental visits will locate a small cavity before the tooth aches. This tiny decayed spot can be quickly and palnlessly filled. Advanced gum inflammations and ab- scessed teeth will be largely prevented, thus greatly benefitting your appearance and health. Surely, with this broader understanding you will really enjoy your visit to the dentist. PLAYING FOOTBALL- 1 Continued j times out of five at a hundred feet. For- ward passing is an art, and to acquire this important ability you must practice and practice until the correct motions become mechanical. Here is the method upon which most of the football experts have agreed for correct forward passing: grasp the ball about three-fourths of the way from the front end with the fingers directly on the lacing. Take the ball back over the shoulder, close to your head, and the for- ward point turned slightly upward. Hold it there until you have sighted your man. Then throw lt with a quick snap of the wrist, pulling down the lacing with the fingers as the ball is released to give it a spiral motion. Keep the weight on the right foot as you throw and in -the act of throwing push off with this foot so as to get more power into the effort. Remember that practice will develop your throwing arm to a highly-perfected state. Look for an- other sport article lu the Sablnite next month. Sid Harris. Freddy returned from school and met a frowning mother. I've just been talking to Mrs. Smith, she said. She told me that you gave one of her little boys a black eye. He nodded. But haven't I told you not to fight? she scolded. Yes, mum, he said: but you see, it's like this. Those boys are twins and I wanted some way of telling them apart. The Blue and White. Herzl,