VOL. XIX, NO. 11
MAY 5, 1978
Maine West Students Thanked
Dear Editor:
On Saturday, Apr. 15, Maine West held a Dance‑a‑thon to benefit Northwest Suburban Aid for the Retarded. I would like to commend the students and faculty that were involved in putting this event together. The Dance‑a‑thon was a very successful event. It was well organized being a "first" in the short amount of time the students were given to organize it.
The comments I heard indicated that everyone enjoyed working on the project. Though there were a lot of winners at the Dance‑a‑thon, the real winners were the mentally retarded for which you must really care.
Thank you again for all your efforts. We look forward to another Dance‑a‑thon.
James Lipman Assistant Director
Northwest Suburban Aid for the Retarded
On Saturday, Apr. 15, Maine West held a Dance‑a‑thon to benefit Northwest Suburban Aid for the Retarded. I would like to commend the students and faculty that were involved in putting this event together. The Dance‑a‑thon was a very successful event. It was well organized being a "first" in the short amount of time the students were given to organize it.
The comments I heard indicated that everyone enjoyed working on the project. Though there were a lot of winners at the Dance‑a‑thon, the real winners were the mentally retarded for which you must really care.
Thank you again for all your efforts. We look forward to another Dance‑a‑thon.
James Lipman Assistant Director
Northwest Suburban Aid for the Retarded
Dear Editor:
On February 24, 1978, Friday night at 10:10, I was hit by an on‑coming car. It all began when I was leaving Maine West High School after the Friday performance of "Other Places, Other Times."
As I rode my bike down Dempster Street and passed under the bridge of the Tri‑state, everything went blank.
When I woke up, I wondered why I was lying on the side of the road. I noticed my foot was swinging back and forth. Then I screamed for help and waved to some cars, but they didn't stop. Then three girls and three guys saw me from across the street. One of the girls, Christine, said, "You go get the ambulance; I'll watch him.
After I arrived at the hospital, the doctor had to move the bone my my lower leg into place, but he didn't put me to sleep because of the cuts which gave me three stitches.
Saturday morning I was sent to intensive care on the teenage floor. I was placed flat on my back because I suffered a broken shoulder. I suffered headaches, but managed to get used to lying on my back. Sunday morning I was moved into the next room.
Monday night the cast from the winter play and the people of the radio station visited me.
The bone of the left leg will take about a year to mend. I won't be attending school until February of 1979.
I just want to say to my friends who called, sent me letters and cards, sent me flowers, and visited me, "Thank you."
Jim Mix
On February 24, 1978, Friday night at 10:10, I was hit by an on‑coming car. It all began when I was leaving Maine West High School after the Friday performance of "Other Places, Other Times."
As I rode my bike down Dempster Street and passed under the bridge of the Tri‑state, everything went blank.
When I woke up, I wondered why I was lying on the side of the road. I noticed my foot was swinging back and forth. Then I screamed for help and waved to some cars, but they didn't stop. Then three girls and three guys saw me from across the street. One of the girls, Christine, said, "You go get the ambulance; I'll watch him.
After I arrived at the hospital, the doctor had to move the bone my my lower leg into place, but he didn't put me to sleep because of the cuts which gave me three stitches.
Saturday morning I was sent to intensive care on the teenage floor. I was placed flat on my back because I suffered a broken shoulder. I suffered headaches, but managed to get used to lying on my back. Sunday morning I was moved into the next room.
Monday night the cast from the winter play and the people of the radio station visited me.
The bone of the left leg will take about a year to mend. I won't be attending school until February of 1979.
I just want to say to my friends who called, sent me letters and cards, sent me flowers, and visited me, "Thank you."
Jim Mix
