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

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Page Twenty-six The Nineteen Thirty-three Graduation Number SABINITE ANNUAL june, i933 The Rise and Fall of Fools By BRUCE BARTON QFrom the Red Book magazine, June, 19313 Our stock-on-hand of prophets is too large. Charts and analyses darken the face of the sun. Predictions cover the earth as the waters cover the seag economists are as common as boll weevils. Amid all this babble and confusion I hear one clear voice. My friend William Feather of Cleveland has invented a sure method of predicting the ebb and flow of prosperity. Hereafter I shall pay no attention to car-loadings, bank-clearings, crops or com- modity prices, he says. I shall concen- trate on. just one indicator-the rise and fall of fools. When I look about me and see young men, half my age, driving high-priced cars, leaving their offices at three o'clock in the afternoon, boasting that they made twenty- five thousand dollars last year and exchang- ing tips good for a thousand dollars over the week-end, when I see boys rolling in money, boys whom I wouldn't hire to wash the rollers in my printing plant-when that day comes around again, I shall rush to my bank and sell every share of stock I own. Because, he continued, God never intended that fools should make a better living than honest workers. Whenever a situation arises in which they do, I know that it is contrary to the fundamental laws of the universe and cannot last. When the market cracked in 1929, I happened to be in a small city in the Mid- dle West. A business friend told me that at least a dozen young men in that town, college graduates of 1927 and 1928, had never gone to work at all. Sitting in brokers' offices, they had made twenty- five or forty thousand dollars a year and looked pityingly at people who were still old-fashioned enough to work. A few weeks previous, a man had come into my ofiice to ask us to handle the ad- vertising of an investment trust. I wouldn't have trusted him with a nickel, yet he was proposing to invite the Ameri- can people to turn over a half billion dol- lars of their glory in 1929. Verily, fools were in their glory in 1929. As I write this, it appears to me that they are now pretty well defiated. It must be about time to begin to buy. -Bruce Barton. Biography of Sanford Lipschultz Sanford Lipschultz was born August 19, 1917, on the West Side of Chicago. He attended the Lawson, LaFayette and Sabin Schools. In the LaFayette school he was made office boy and advisor of the LaFayette Loyal League. When he came to Sabin he ran for the office of Municipal Clerk but was defeated by his worthy opponent, Morton Jenkins. When he joined the newspaper club he was elected Editor-in-Chief of the Sabinite Staff. He spent most of his early life in the west. He is a great lover of boxing and won the silver medal at the Y. M. C. A. He expects to go to the Tuley High and from there to the Northwestern University where he has great ambitions to become a physician and surgeon. While at Sabin he established a fine rec- ord for himself and he is an Honor Roll Student. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF CHARLOTTE BADEMIAN, 9A, 306 I was born in Smyrna, Turkey on Nov- ember 4, 1917 of Armenian parents. When I was two, my father and one of my broth- ers came to America, intending to send for the rest of us later. A few months later a war broke out between the Turks and the Armenians. There followed long days and weeks of suffering, and fear that the Turks would attach our house as they had others in our neighborhood, killing the men and taking away with them the young girls. I shall always remember the sight of the terror- stricken people whose houses had been burned to the ground, roaming the streets looking for shelter and food. in the rivers floated the bodies of persons who had been drowned or killed by the Turks. Finally ships came from other countries to our rescue. An English boat took some of us to a little village in Greece. There the homeless refugees built rude long houses to protect us from the weather and the swampy grounds. Picture, if you can, the pitiful condition of our people without homes, money or food. My father, learning of our plight, im- mediately sent us money with which to go to Paris. I attended school there and acquired so many French comrades that I soon became very much like them. I learned to speak French fiuently and was very happy in my new home. I thought the French schools were wonderful. Girls and boys attended different schools and as a consequence I was very shy in the company of boys. I progressed nicely in school, although the discipline was very strict. We had home- work every night, and a whole page of history or geography to learn by heart, but we learned quickly then because we were young. Every semester at the end of a term, I received my French honor certifi- cates for having passed that grade with honor. I stood at the head of my class. I still have those honor certificates among my souvenirs. After we had lived in Paris for four years we received news from my father that he would become an American citizen, and thatrwe would soon be able to join him in America: Imagine my joy at the pros- Pect of seeing my father after seven years. And so on September 1, 1927 my mother and I landed in New York Harbor. fMy older brother stayed behind in France, but he came over a year later.J After a two months vacation I entered a public school in Chicago. In spite of my nine years I was put in first grade for I did not under- stand English. It was a new experience for me to be in a class with boys. The teachers took an interest in me and helped me with my English and other work. Now, five Years later I am graduating from 1- SPRING Elsie Colditz, Asst. Sec'y of the Write a Rhyme Club Spring is coming, spring is near 'Tis a season full of cheer Every thing is getting green And pretty flowers will soon be seen. Sarah Levine, 310, 7B Spring is here, spring is here Birds are singing loud and clear I saw a robin build it's nest And he's the bird I like the best. Elsie Colditz, 303, 8A Biography of Kordyan Lewandowski Assistant Editor of the uslbiniten By Joanna Lesinski, 106 Kordyan Lewandowski. He was born on April 6, 1919, in Chicago. When yet very young his father purchased a theatre in Milwaukee, Wis. After this, Kordyan,.to- gether with his mother, spent his time traveling between Wisconsin and Chicago. But the sudden death of young Kordyan's grandfather caused his father to sell the theatre and return to Chicago to live per- manently. He entered the Wicker Park elementary school at the age of seven. There he re- mained for a period of one year. He then transferred to the Schley, where he re- mained and finished the 6th grade. To finish 8th grade he came to Sabin in Feb- ruary, 1933. Being a bright student he skipped 6B, and later went to summer school for 7A. Miss Schubert. was his first teacher when he entered Sabin. He later spent three years with Mr. Boehm as his home room teacher. In 9B Kordyan was candidate for mayor, but was defeated by Harry Stein. In 9A he became assistant editor of the Sabin- ite. He was chosen president of several clubs of which he was a member during his stay in Sabin. Kordyan intends to proceed to North- western University after he finishes his four year course in high school. He hopes to be a journalist. He is the oldest of two childreng his sister is twelve years old. Achievements of Pupils from Zll Room 211 pupils feel that they have a fair list of accomplishments for the time they have spent in Sabin. Among other things all but two children are receiving a diploma. Pearl Welkowitz will receive the gold key for her scholarship record. Several have honorable mention, having been on the honor roll at least two semes- ters, they are: Walter Hyss, Elaine Rudy, Raymond Zlotek, Leona Pacin. Several also have been awarded the Silver Pin for exceptional work in typing: Elaine Rudy, Leona Pacin, Pearl Welko- witz. Harry Stein was elected Mayor of Sabin School: we also have the Chief of Detec- tives, Arthur Seidler, and the Assistant Fire Marshall, Raymond Sargent. Miss Northgraves needing an assistant for help with the assemblies chose Stanley Soja. Miss Winnifred McCormick wanting peo- nle who could and would follow orders and do efficient work chose Pearl Welko- witz and Elaine Rudy. When the baseball season came along Anthony Galauskas proved his worth by be- ing chosen for the school baseball team. Theodore Berss has distinguished him- self by playing the drums in the band and has a record of six semesters in that or- ganization. The color guard of Sabin, Frank Jure- wicz, Jack Jacobson and Harrv Stein, have been ready at all times to take over the ceremony of flag raising. Personally I feel that the greatest achievement has been the sense of respon- sibility and loyalty to their school, the room, and myself, which was felt by all mem- bers of 211. Best of luck 211, I'll miss you a lot. I. R. M.

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lunej l933 The Nineteen Thirty-three Graduation Number SABINITE ANNUAL Page Twenty-five Do You Remember Way Back When? One September day three years ago, was the first time 211 was combined as a group. Of course at that time it was the dear old I'. 5 which now is Mrs. Preskill's portable P.7. Gee, time sure does fly! I remember way back when the home room was or- ganized. For a few days we were all upset having substitutes and everything from soup to nuts. The group before having P. 5 as a home- room had 201. We happened to have Miss McCormick's portable for English the last period which incidently happened to be Miss McCormick's free period. We always wished we could have her for a teacher. As I sit down and think back I remember clearly that she wore a pretty alice blue dress with tiny white dots on it. She seemed to make the children laugh, popping her hat on her head any old way which she sometimes does today. Who would ever think of taking pains in put- ting on a hat? Well let's be getting back to the subject. However, the precious day came when we were put in Miss McCor- mick's homeroom. We stood up against the black board scared stiff when she popped her big blue eyes at us. Here is one saying I shall never forget that she told us before seat- ing us and that is as follows. I don't care how dumb you are as long as you are courteous and polite. The favor we did for Miss McCormick was that several of us took home some towels to wash. We got along fine. When we reached 7A we thought we would do something for the school and to promote our reputation. II almost forgot that in a few days we had to be transferred to 211 for some rea- son unknown to teacher, students, books and all.J In 7A, 211 formed a clean-up squad, of which I remember Stanley Soja was the captain. And boy were the grounds clean! No remarks, if you please, or else we'll say VAS YOU DERE SHARLEY? In 8B 211 decided to form a newspaper which was edited by the pupils of the home- room. 21l's Journal was the name of the newspaper. It was interesting and was part of a past time of the homeroom pe- riod. In 8A the pupils had the homeroom period as a time for French. Miss McCor- mick was the instructor, of course. We learned songs and some sayings that were of interest. After all the two years and 211 had won a superior reputation, Miss McCormick was taken ill with a nervous breakdown. We were all sorry and wished she would re- cover soon and be back with us. As Miss McCormick took ill we had sub- stitutes. Time passed and we reached 9A. Miss McCormick recovered and returned to 211 and we settled down to brass tacks. The class of 211 has enjoyed itself throughout its time in Sabin and has tried to keep the rules and regulations of the school. And so saying I endeth this: 211's history through our three years in Sabin. Elaine Rudy, 211. BIOGRAPHY OF ROSE ABELSON By Sanford Lipschultz Rose Abelson was born in Chicago, Illi- nois, March 7, 1919. In the early part of her life she lived on a farm in South Haven with her parents and relatives. Later she came to Chicago and attended Wicker Park elementary school and from there came to Sabin. She is a very energetic and athletic girl and competes in all branches of sports, but the sports she likes best are basket-ball and baseball. Opening the Exposition with Power of Forty Years Ago On any bright, starry night, near the first of June, go out-doors at about nine o'clock and look directly overhead. Immediately a bright star, a little to the south, will at- tract your attention. You will notice that it is in a line with the continuation of the handle of the Big Dipper, also in a line drawn from the North Star, through the end of the Handle of the Dipper and south- ward. Arcturus is the name of this Heavenly Giant, against which our sun is a pigmy. His light, and heat-giving power are many hundred times greater because of his size. The distance from us, however, is so great that our puny units of measure are too tiny to be of any use, for of what use is a mile, for measuring such stretches of space? There would be so many zeros that we would be frightened. Therefore such distances are measured in light years , that is the distance light, going at the rate of 186,300 miles per second travels in one year. We know that it takes the light from the sun, which is 93,000,000 miles away, about eight minutes to reach the earth, but Arcturus is so far away that its light re- quires a little more than forty years to reach us. That means that the light which started from Arcturus a century ago. when Chicago was being founded, is just reaching us now. What was more appro- priate than to use those same rays, which started on their earth-ward journey a cen- tury ago? It was doneg the great telescope at the Yerkes Observatory at Lake Geneva, Wis- consin, was focused on the star and its rays caught on a photo-electric cell where they generated an electric current which was re- layed to the fair-grounds and when the but- ton was pressed, thousands of wheels began lo turn, countless lamps were lighted, a fairy-land, such as had never been seen lfefore, unfolded before the eyes of a spell- bound world. Niagaras, rivers, geysers, oceans of dancing, quivering, scintillating light seemed to bathe the whole worlduln color. The Century of Progress Exposition was born. Moritz W. Boehm. The Biography of Martin Mirsky By Sanford Lipschultz Martin Mirsky was born in Chicago on February 3, 1919. The first part of his life was not very exciting until he entered the Lowell School. He later entered the LaFayette School where he became very popular. He was graduated from LaFay- ette with all S's on his report card for his last semester, was president of the Boys' L. L. L. Club, and gave a valedictory speech on graduation. When he entered Sabin he ran for mayor but was defeated by Harry Stein, one of his friends. Martin is also in the honor society where he was presented with a medal. His great ambition is to become a doctor. His one great weakness is girls. Martin is also a great little actor and is the hero of our graduation play Who Wouldn't Be Crazy. He intends to go to Tuley High School and then to Northwest- ern University. During three years at Sabin she has been an honor roll student. Her ambition is to go to the Chicago Normal school and become an English teacher. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF ROOM Zll We, the graduating class of 211 of Sabin J. H. S. of Chicago, Illinois, possessing happy and sane minds QI hopel do hereby solemnly and gravely declare this to be our last will and testament. We bequeath to our principal, Mr. Moyni- han: The pride and happiness of seeing the tirst graduating class under his direction and the satisfaction of knowing he need not sign any more autographs until January. To Miss Reynick: Fond recollection of Sabin's best and most famous graduating class. To Miss Northgraves: A better and more intelligent Social Hour class. To our Teachers: Our thanks and ap- preciation of their help and understanding. fWe'll forget the homework and bad marksj. To the future 9A: We leave the power of talking their teachers out of an impend- ing UD . To Miss Byman: The pride in knowing we all love her and will never forget her. To our best teacher: Miss McCormick: The knowledge that she did a good job of governing and teaching us and that though we might all live to four score and ten we shall never, never forget her. Class of 211. Witnesses- Perl Welowitz, Walter Hyss, Harry Stein. This is to testify that this, the last will and testament of Room 211, has been wit- nessed and duly signed in my presence as executor. Wanda Opalinski. TEN COMMANDMENTS THAT LEAD TO SUCCESS 1. Cultivate the habit of persistence which is the most necessary element to suc- cess. 2. Make up your mind to do the things you dream of doing. 3. Plan the first step to be taken. And begin. 5. Believe in yourself, believe in the thing you mean to do, and be proud of it. 6. Do not be turned from your purpose by your failures nor expect too much at first. Achievement is not a swift ride in an elevatorg it's a hot, hard climb up a long, steep hill. 7. School yourself to disregard discour- agements and opposition, and to get along, if need be, without praise or ap- proval. 8. Do not interfere with others, nor try to direct their lives. You'll find it all you can do to make a success of your own. 9. Cut the ill humors from your disposi- tion, and disabuse your mind of the thought that you are being slighted or overlooked. 10. Finally, be of cheerful countenance. More battles have been lost by frowns -more successes are won by narrow margin of a smile-than this old world dreams of. -The Em Quad. Successful men do the best they can with conditions as they find them and sel- dom wait for a better turn.

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june, V933 The Nineteen Thirty-three Graduation Number SABINITE ANNUAL Page Twenty-seven 7A Boy Writes Good Verse When the trees began showing their tiny buds, Miss McKinley suggested to her 'IA English class that they try to write a verse about them. Bernard Levy, a member of room 112, submitted the following which indicates original thought and expression: TREES Dear little trees that we plant today, What will you be when we're old and gray? The savings bank of the squirrel and mouse: For robin and wren-an apartment house. WRITE A RHYME CLUB COLUMN The Write a Rhyme Club has been work- ing on rhymes for the past few weeks on the topic of The Graduates . Here are a few of the rhymes that have been chosen as the best. Elsie Colditz Asst. Sec'y Hear Ye! graduates for you will go To a new school, so don't feel low. We all come and then pass by And leave our old school with a sigh. We don't like to leave our school And pass up the Golden Rule. We built so strong with cleverness And hate to leave it in distress. Fred Berss, 9B, 110 Graduation day is drawing near, And the graduates are all in fear. Because they really do not know If they are all going to go On to a new grade and school Where they can again abide by the Golden Rule. Elsie Colditz, 303, 8A The graduates will soon say good-bye And leave Sabin Junior High They'll leave us for a different school Wherfe they will try to keep the Golden Ru e. Irene Wozniak, 310, 7B The graduation play is near Which is given every year And in it the graduates will play For which they are practicing every day. Marie Evanko, 207, 7A INSECTS By Wilma Weiss QTo the Tune of Trees l I think that I shall never see An insect pesty as a flea A flea whose hungry mouth is pressed Against my puppy's hairy chest. A flea who tickles with his feet, And then chews off great hunks of meat. Repeated washing do not chase This parasite from his warm place He thinks its all a game of fun- The dirty little son-of-a-gun. Blessing on thee, oh little pest. If I get you you'll need them yet. If You Would Be Educated- Hnontisff By Wilma Weil: Don't kick it. It might be a text-book. Don't sass him. He might be a detective. Don't make faces at people in the as- sembly. One might be your future teacher. Don't doubt it. It might mean an exam. Don't leave your books in school. It might burn down. El illillillillillillil illilillililillillil EEUU ggi 'C O Q tri i-4 ri O vw 4 Dlillillil ? 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ZNmn Somyig-C35-vi -1 D- ui :Sm ca. -cm . e uaidiwf' fagg' 2 rf 'S-fi 'f g:g0mF1WU? 2:-Q.ggr'5 5',..g':: ES' 1? of E 1: ...:'goq3E.'gmfi5' 211-fgisii-25 fufn'F.'4m:.'fn. 'N-- .-.. GRADUATION DAY At last. old pal, we've come to take our leaving, It seems that all true friends some time must part: But let us smile and laugh-perhaps re- lieving Regret, relentless, rising in my heart. I say good-bye, but often in my dream- barque I'll cruise, and silver-sailed, sail recollec- tion's seas: Parting the waves, remembrance-fraught. that gleam-dark, Sounding the soundless depths of memories. The countless roads that countless time we've traveled, And in grim places met grim things. content That our adversity should be unraveled Together: deeming thus our lives well spent, But now, old pal, we go, apart. We've chosen To travel different trails: we'll meet no more: Our tapestry of mem'ry firmly woven: Good-by, old pal, or maybe, au revoir. lin UWESTWARD HO! I'm tired 0' that ol' schoolg It's just Fracshuns, histry, langwidge-Must Want me t' be a teacher, too: Well, I guess not, I'm going t' do Just what th' White Avenger done- I tell Y' when I pull my gun You will see Injuns bite th' dust: Blood on it instead o' rust! I'd like to meet an Injun now: I'd show that ol' Red Devil how To shoot-I would! Wild Bill was too Gentle with 'em--shot a few I'd bump 'em all off! Like that! Bang! l didn't aim at you, Joe Lang! That hole always was in your hat- I guess you'll watch out f'r my gat! Well, good-by, ev'rybody! Gee, This looks like th' west t' me: Must be where they hide th' loot. Golly, it's dark! W-what's that? I'll shoot! Here comes th' Injuns now, I bet! 'Fore they git me l'm going to let- Oh, Pop! It's mel Come home? Yes, sir- That's just where I was headin' f'r! ENVY When mother scrubs my face and hands lt's queer she never understands A fellow almost has to cry If she gets soapsuds in his eye. When pussy wants to wash her face, She just sits down 'most any place And licks her paws a little bit, Real easy-then she's through with it, I don't suppose it's very nice To live on horrid rats and miceg But, gee! I'd like to be a cat And wash as easily as that. SAINTS CA Tribute--J When I was a schoolboy of six or seven I thought that the saints were all in Heaven. I didn't know-still, children don't know- That some of the best ones live here below. Not only the mothers-yours and mine, With patience and tenderness so divine, Who led us over the first long mile, Paid in full by a baby's smile. Not only the mothers are saints on earth, Halo-crowned by their firstborn's birth, Crowned with thorns when he goes away, Crucified when he goes astray-. Sainthood theirs: but there are others,-- Hosts of forgotten teacher-mothers, Saints of vicarious motherhood, Shorn of the gifts of gratitude. Vestal virgins whose own desires Burn to ash in their altar fires: Devotees of Eternal Truth, Crushed to earth by the tread of Youth. So here's a toast to that humble host Who reap the least and who sow the most. Who wear no halo at all, till they Are crowned by an aureole of gray. Teacher-mothers! And may you know Some of us reap whereof you sow- Schoolboys, sinners, of seven times seven- Here's to the saints this side of Heaven! A Rain Drop A little drop of rain fell down From the clouds so far and steep Upon a little violet and there he fell asleep. And when he awakened, Now what was his surprise? To find he was a violet with dewdrops in his eyes. By Lillian Siegert, 9A, 104 My Bonnie My bonnie took up tap-dancing She weighed two hundred and three The floor was unusually oily- Oh, bring back my bonny to me. Mis Sutchers club in Portable Five Went to work like bees in a hive To put on a play Rehearsing each day. Much fun their guests did derive. Kala Naiman, Secretary