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

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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,

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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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January, 1 9 32 The Nincfccn Thirty-two Graduation Number SABINITE JUNIOR Page Fifteen A SCANDAL IN CATSBURG-tContlnuedJ for the Goldblatt Taxi Co. and Department Stores, deserted, and established a big taxi cab company and now is in competition with her old employers. Who in the world would ever think of a girl like Molly, building taxi cabs? Arriving at 5th Avenue, we entered the Korecki Style Shoppe. What ho! what a place! After passing through, room after room, we entered Miss Korecki's private office and were received by Stephanie her- self who was utterly surprised at the un- expected visit. But after a brief discus- sion, I learned that her sister Janette was giving a musical recital at the new Kop- czak Auditorium. She asked if I didn't remember Joe Kopczak, one of our old classmates who was designing audltorlums for the teachings of arts all over the world. In answer to that, I said, I could see where Kopczak would be building and designing auditoriums but as for the teachings of arts, I didn't quite understand. Well. you see, Janette and Joe are engaged and . . . but before Stephanie fin- ished with an explanation, I told her that I can quite understand the reason now. and Mary and I left immediately. Upon arriving at the pier. from which we were to leave, for Europe, we were ln- formed that Hirsch, Ufer and Bronstein. engineers, were just arriving from Europe upon a boat that is due in a few hours after we leave. We immediately set out for the Rlesche Aviation Field. While en route to the field I asked Mary if this was the George Riesche of Room 111 and 306. She informed me that she knew less about the matter than I did, so after a short dis- cussion, we decided that this must be George and we would be killing two birds with one stone if it were so. After reach- ing the field we were met by none other tba fur old mate. John Gondek who worked as an aviator in the field. He im- mediately informed us that William Tur- kiewicz, was his mechanic and was out working on the plane now, and good old George owned the field, but we had no time we asked them to to discuss matters so fly us over to the good ship PRESIDENT EDDIE CANTOR , the ship which Jerome Bronstein were on. Hirsch. Raymond and Upon the take-off, we saw two men in white running across the field with an ambulance in pursuit. William Turkie- wicz, the mechanic, who was with us, said that they were Doctors Alex Orelowltz and Joseph .Iordan, the doctors of the field. When we sighted the ship, we were given a hearty welcome by a few gas bombsuand the smoke stream. Then, we immediately landed on the derrick of the SIMD where we were told that Hirsch, the famous engineer, was in his stateroom. UDOH arriving, We were greeted by his private secretaries, Adeline Peca and Ste- nhanie Pytel, who gave us a hearty recep- tion and showed us into Mr. Hirsch who told us of his great success in connection with Ufer and Bronstein, but told ug that we could not see them as they were in private .conference with their secretaries, Emily Ziemba and Beatrice Jensen, so that settled that. He proceeded to tell us that Leo Borelll had married a famous teacher of English, which was none other than the little Doro- thy Riticher. Edward Stachnlk was in love with his stenographer, Bertha Sofa. Mor- ton Flngerhut was a professor of medicine at the University of Chicago and was mar- ried to a former student nurse at the Uni- versity, Edna Garfield. Helen Fleishman refused to marry Gerhardt Wallies because ffoufiuuca' in Ncxt Colnuiuj MR. EULENBERG STAGES ELECTRICAL EXHIBITION By Am: Through the efforts of Mr. Eulenberg, the instructor of the electric shop, it has been possible for Sabin to have something it has never had in the past, a miniature cottage exhibiting all electrical lighting appliances and conveniences. This exhibit was received through the courtesy of the General Electric Company and was put up by Mr. Eulenberg and some of his pupils. On the front of the exhibit are two porch lights usually found adorning the front doors and porches of homes. There also is an electric door bell. Upon enter- ing one will find in the different corners various switches and devices controlling the lighting appliances. In the back of the miniature there is a fuse box, control box, and electric meter. Every modern convenience can be in- stalled through the variety of plugs and outlets. There, in addition to the lights and chandeliers is a telephone box and some floor lamps which were made in the electric shop. This exhibition is probably one of the most interesting features in school today and every Sabinlte should take it upon himself to visit this novelty. PROGRESSIVE PARTY HOLDS CONVENTION On Tuesday, January 9, 1932. the Pro- gressive party held its convention under the leadership of Art Retchin, Sid Harris, Bernard Green and Sam Friefield, presi- dent, first vice-presideut, second vice-presi- dent and ex-president, respectively. Ex- president, Sam Frlefield and Sam Gillis. Sid Harris and a few others gave speeches. After lining up the candidates and filing their petitions the meeting was closed by Art Retchin. A SCANDAL IN CATSBURG-fflonfiiuuetlJ he was a minister and she had to devote her time to social work. so that's that. After a long discussion of old times. Hirsch, Mary and myself decided to have dinner aboard the ship. Upon leaving the stateroom I noticed on the ship directory: Selma Goldberg ............ Hair Dresser Olga Kudrewich ......... Cosmetic Expert Chester Chmielewski. . .. ........ Steward Ida Berkin .................... Nursery At dinner, Hirsch informed me that Sylvia Brown was a famous poetess. Mil- dred Moskowitz is teaching dramatic art in Europe and Marybeth Hlbbard is an ar- tist. Phvllis Harris is an acrohatic dancer in the Ziegfeld Follies and Elsie Sale is directing the ship's library. Upon leaving. we noticed a little dot in the sky which turned out to be an aero- plane that turned a few loons and landed on the deck. Out stepped Earl Le Blond who piloted the ship, followed by the famous physician, Hvman Surgal. Out of nowhere stepped a little shrimp, Attorney Retchin. with the famous veterinary ser- geant, Dr. Edward Lazar, who told me that he solved the great swindle that oc- curred in the little island of Catsburg be- fore I got there. So that's that. WVe returned. homeward bound and we are all thankful to the little scandal in Catsburg. MAKE THE SABINITE THE BEST IN BARNEY'S RUM BARREL By Puvnms HARRIS, oA, soo Dilly was perched on a fence post, her light hair flying about her face and her little hands clasped behind her back. The small toes that peeped through her ragged shoes were red also, for the day was cold, but Dilly was used to such trlfles. Toodles, the baby, who could not climb the fence, contented himself with looking through. He was bundled up in an old shawl, and, if the round face that peeped through the fence rails was roughened by the chill wind, he, like Dilly, had grown accustomed to such discomforts. It occurred to Freddy Burr, in the next yard. that their situation was scarcely agreeable. He looked up from the stick he was trying to split with his new hatchet, and asked: What makes you sit up there on such a day as this? Why don't you go into the house and keep warm? 'Cause I'd rather stay here and watch you, said Dllly. Taint no fun in the house. Well, I wouldn't think it would be fun out here unless I had my warm coat and scarf and these thick boots, remarked Freddy. Dilly looked at them and an odd wonder awoke, as she did so: it grew more dis- tinct, until presently it took shape in words: Why don't I like you, Freddy, she asked. father drinks 'em up, have nice warm clothes 'Cause your answered Freddy promptly. said Dilly. People No, he don't, can't drink things like that. Where do you get yours? My father buys them: and the reason yours don't is 'cause they all go into Bar- ney's rum barrels down at the corner. Just then a voice called from Freddy Burr's yard, and he went in promptly. Dilly turned away, and looked herself over and then sat down on a log. If what Freddy Burr had told her was true, some- thing ought to be done about it:'and the longer she pondered, the more she became convinced that she had heard the truth. 'Cause other folks has things and we don't, and it must be ours go somewhere. she reasoned. They can't be any good there either. I'm just sure they can't. Mebby I've got a hood, a nice red one, pretty and warm. Wish I had one now. Toodles, let's do it! she said, spring- ing up, excitedly. Let's go an' see if we can get some. Yah, answered Toodles contentedly: and, taking his hand, Dilly opened the creaklng gate and led the way down the street. There were a number of men in the store at the corner-a queer store, with a cur- tain across the lower half of the front window. She clasped Toodles hand tighter and walked up to the counter and asked the man behind the counter: Please, sir, have you got any thing of ours asoak here? There was an instan-t's silence. and then a shout of laughter from the men. . Well, now. that's a neat way of put- ting it. Hey. Keane, these youngsters of yours want to know if Barney has you in soak here. An old slouched hat behind the store was raised a little, but there was no other ffonfin-ued on Page 16, Col. .U