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

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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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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

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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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Page Twenty-eight The Nineteen Thirty-three Graduation Number SABINITE ANNUAL june, i933 CANT By Jack Heller, 106, 9A Can't! Can't! the world is weary of the word- Sounds exactly like the croak of some ill omened bird- Better far to say I can! I can - But, better still, Let a fellow face the worst and say: I will ! I will ! Can'tl Can'tl Cant! I wish we'd never hear again That distressing syllable that spoils the plans of men, Steals the courage from their hearts be- fore the fights' begun, Makes them shirk the struggle that once in, they might have won. Can't! Can't! Can't! Oh, let us drop it from our speech. 'Tis a word that put the goal, success, beyond our reach: Let no thought of failure enter in our faith to kill, Let us can this Can't and use the words, I will! I will! THE COLOR SOUL Does not the beauteous rainbow hue Thy soul with love and strength embue As out upon the cloud-mist wall The sun-rays in etfulgence fall And blend all colors in a scroll, An emblem of the color soul? Who scans a crimson sun-set sky And purple clouds that linger nigh Without inbreathing from the view Some strength to soul and body too, As something drawn from out the whole Of Nature's charming color soul? Who looks upon the sun-lit sea In all its blue-green majesty And draws not nearer to the shore To watch the waves and hear the roar, And sense the colors as they roll Upon the water's color soul? Who looks upon the springtime bloom When flowers burst from winter's tomb Or out upon the hillside green And sees not through this mortal screen The thing divine he would extol, Knows not sweet Nature's Color Soul? Margaret Lambrecht, P2, 9B . Our Leader He's always well dressed, in the best of the bestg He is prominent in all social standing. He never is frowning, always happy and cheering, He's the leader of our school and a con- stant joy To our teachers, our parents and each girl and boy. By Wanda Zydorczak, 306, 9A Goofy Verses Little Miss Murphy, Sat on some turfy Writing her works and grades. Along came a M. Goldberg And frightened Miss Murphy Marks, grades, and all away. Sadly now and with a smirk On jig-saw puzzles still I work. One day the teacher's eye I metg Two weeks suspension did I get, But I haven't solved my puzzle yet. Andy Kashevos, 104, 9A A Little Boy Wonders I wonder is the jay Proud of his merry clothes: And does his nose turn up at those Who dress in feathers gray? And does a collie smile When he looks at a cur, And thinks such fur is fit for her, But isn't much for style? Or are they kind and wise, And can they plainly see For them to be of a high degree Is nothing in one's eyes? Fred Kautz, 104, 9A I heard a robin sing this morning The breath of spring was in his throat And spring was in a trill adoring Each liquid, roundly warbled note. Fred Kautz, 104, 9A The Night Will Never Stay The night will never stay, The night will still go by, Though with a million stars You pin it to the sky. Though you bind it with the blowing wind. And buckle it with the moon, The night will slip away Like sorrow of a tune. Eileen Harris, 310, 7B The Chicago World's Fair By Ursula Kalas, P. 4, SA A hundred years ago Chicago was a great area of. land with a very small population. Today, it is a large city with a population of about four million. Chicago will celebrate its one hundredth anniversary June the first, nineteen hundred and thirty-three. We are going to have a Century of Progress exhi- bition in honor of her birthday. First you will go to the administration building. Painted on the wall vou will see a large plan of the fair grounds. The Travel and Transportation Building is very famous for its sky hung dome. It is so called because it is not supported by pillars, but is upheld by very large cables. In the summer the dome will rise a few inches higher than its usual height. This is caused by the intense heat of the sun. In the fall when the sun is not so severe, the dome will again return to its former height. A replica of old Fort Dearborn may be seen at this exhibition. Here the cabins of the pioneers are exhibited, a few news- papers and books, the blockhouses, the am- munition chamber, the doctor's office and his few tools. The Abraham Lincoln exhibition is very interesting. His birthplace and cradle in which he was born are shown here. In an- other cabin, Abraham Lincoln is lying on the floor by the fireside and writing on a shovel. All the exhibitions are very interesting. but I think the Enchanted Island will ap- peal greatly to the little folks' fancy. They will be able to spend their time playing and enjoying all the sports which are being prepared for them, while their parents are enjoying the wonderful exhibits. Attend- ants will take charge of the children while the parents are absent. Many people will have the opportunity to take an airplane ride. Sam :- Miss Sherbarth I'm sure the problem can't be solved. Sherbarth:- Why not? Sam :-- Cause I can't do it! THE SHOW OF AN AGE-THE CENTURY OF PROGRESS The World's Fair which opens May 27, 1933, in Chicago promises to be the mar- vel of the century. So many wonderful exhibits are offered that it is impossible to described all of them and give each due praiseg therefore only a few of the exhi- bitions can be mentioned. The buildings themselves are of a most unique design and workmanship. Nothing has been spared to make them as inter- esting and colorful as possible. Each is a masterpiece in itself, blending the whole into one unmistakeable dream of beauty. No windows have been built into any of the buildings, regardless of what type it may be. Instead each is provided with perfect artificial light and perfect temper- ature that never varies. At the Hall of Science we will find the transparent mang chemical reactions going on before our eyesg a model of a twig and living germs. The transparent man prom- ises to be most interesting. By touching a button it will be possible to see the whole digestive system at work. Another button will make the blood flow through the heart and the tiniest veins. Chemical reactions will be those such as simple oil changing to paint, iron becoming steel and raw sap from a tree changing to rubber. There is no question in chemistry that could not be answered graphically here. The twig which we will see is a huge thing. In seventy-five seconds it will attain s. year's growth. An- other feature will be living germs shown under a powerful microscope, showing what great damage these little microbes can do. In the Transportation building will be shown locomotives of every type, whether large or small. The Royal Scott is being brought from England especially for the fair. All types of airplanes and automo- biles will be exhibited for the admiring eyes of the public. Every step to improve trans- portation facilities during the last one hun- Qed years will be portrayed. The Electrical Group will be one of the wonder places of the fair. Every effort has been put forth to demonstrate the rapid strides taken in perfecting electricity dur- ing the last century. A dynamo, generators of a hundred thousand horse power, the story of a percolator-the entire history of each will be given there. One of the greatest features will be a radio set at work. We will actually be able to see the current moving through the tubes. Imagine seeing electrical impulses changing to beautiful sound. There will be millions of exhibits and innumerable thrills at the great World's Fair. Any person who does not take ad- vantage of this great opportunity to see the marvels that have taken place during the last century will regret it much in years to come. Margaret Lambrecht, P2, 9B. Recipe for Good Humor Take twenty-four hours: mix thoroughly with the milk of human kindness, and spice of life to suit the taste: a little discretion, some common sense: knead with the hand of friendship and bake in the open hearth of loveg do not allow it to cool too quickly by trouble, or become sour by affliction: serve with generous sauce and a bright smile.