It was only years later that I fully realized what an excellent education we received at that time. While there were, even here, some poor teachers, there was a remarkable number of outstanding ones. I recall Mr Becker (World History), Mrs Coleman (Biology), Mrs McNamara (English), Miss Breslin (English), Mrs Long (Music Appreciation), and others who were quite gifted.
In my first year of high school, I delivered newspapers on streets near the school, Chicago Tribunes in the early morning. What a job, up at 5 AM to be picked up for the agency on 75th Street.
There you unbundled your newspapers, rolled as many as you had time for, and then headed out to your route with a big yellow wooden wagon on bicycle tires filled with papers, your big ring of address “tags” banging against the cart handle – seven days a week, every day, even Christmas morning, for the Tribune. But the pay was exceptional for a young person, and the Christmas tips could be amazing.
See my short story, at the bottom, “The Cold Chill of Darkness,” which gives a vivid impression of delivering those papers on a winter morning.