Crown Point High School - Excalibur Yearbook (Crown Point, IN)

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Murray Schwucho was in that wreck, too. Ain’t it funny how some guys gets all the invites? Well, invites won’t do him no good no more. He got a piece cut out of his head. Only it didn’t spoil his looks any—it was too far back. Murray was champion heavyweight boxer—he licked Dempsey in the fourth round. Murray’s wife was there, too. She used to be Thelma Hoff¬ man. Thelma sure had lots of money. She was sellin’ talcum powder and gettin’ rich like everything. And here we was handlin’ picks and rails! Ain ' t life terrible? Do you remember Georgians Sowash ? She was in the wreck, too. “George” married a minister, but he died of ptomaine poisining. You know she was always fond of that canned stuff. The minister died and left her with triplets—by his first wife. She was goin’ out west to stake out a claim at a dollar and two bits an acre, but she never got that far ’cause she met Hank again. She used to know Hank pretty well in chemistry class in C. P. II. S. After the wreck was over we hit for the first farm house, and guess who we met at the door! Yes, it was Edna McColley livin’ on a farm. She was makin’ doenuts when we got there and the kids was cryin’ something awful so we took a couple (doenuts) and started out agin. There was a newspaper on the door to keep out the flies—we took it and read the ads. One of ’em said: Wanted—Two refined young ladies (that’s us, we says) to bug pota¬ toes.” Well, we went to get the job. Horshes!!! If it wasn’t old “Bibs.” Thelma Bibler, you know. Her and Thomas Edison, the guy which invented the white blackberry, was tryin’ to invent cross-eyed potatoes. They was havin’ a big party and “Bibs” interduced us to all the big rich guys. Hot dog and a biscuit! Shirley Smith was there all right. She said she was a jockey in the Kentucky Derby and she said she beat Earl Sande by a nose. She was eomin’ in last, but rounding the curve, cornin’ straight down the track, her ears laid back on a level with her nose, the horses saw “Red” coming. They thought the grand stand was on fire, so they all run off in the lake. Horshes!!! We say it was. “Red” came in first then and won $50,000! Just then the maid brought the food in. We thought there was some¬ thing familiar about her walk—and sure enough it was Violet Osborne haul¬ ing vittles. Irene Dietrich and Irene Mracek told us their life’s history. They bought Andy’s Lunch Room out and they was sellin’ hot dogs to beat every- Ihing. Just think they could eat all they wanted to!!

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Senior Prophecy After the war in 1937, we, meaning “Mag” Westphal and Bell Wise, got a job workin’ on the section. We got 37 cents a day and calloused hands. Last time we had our hands calloused was when we wrote twenty-page themes for Mrs. Jones. As we was sayin’, we got 30 cents a day—the other 7 cents they took away from us for all the ties we busted. About a week after we got the job in June, we laid down to take a snooze, but we woke up pretty quick when we heard the old train cornin’. We had forgot to put seven ties together and the train jumped the track and had a wreck. We decides to be heroes, and pick up the big pieces—you know we was going to be nurses once. The first thing we run on to was a woman chokin’ to death. We stuck our hands down her neck and pulled out her false teeth, and after she got her face back in position we see it was Jennie Dietel. My! My! How that girl had changed! She must have weighed 450 pounds at least. She was sellin’ tooth paste with “Dorry“Jones. Jennie Dietel sellin’ tooth paste! She’d just got over havin’ scarlet fever and all her hair had fell out. She had lots of money, though. We found “Dorry” under one of those ties. She’d changed, too. In her spare time she was a preacher who preached on “The Promotion of Sanitary Rat Traps in the Home.” About this lime we got sick and started a hike through the woods. We tripped and took a tail spin on a pile of dirt, only it wasn’t dirt! It was Clarence Thomen lookin ' for bugs. He was a Bugologv teacher in Leroy. He said he’d found a new bug that would put a bee in your bonnet. We left him talkin’—we didn’t care anything about his bugs. Next morning we went back to work—there was a new boss there. Gee, it was funny to see Harold Hamann trying to make the guys work. He for¬ got to put the ties together again, and we never did try to tell our instructors anything—so there was another wreck. They tried to blame ns for the wreck, but we shot the old guy in the leg and they let us go. This train was a coast 1 o coast flier, and it got wrecked pretty bad. So did some of the guys on that train. Henry Schau was host to a bunch of fellows and he got hurt pretty bad. That’ll be pretty hard on Hank—you know he’s runnin’ a ladies’ hat shop in Lowell. He got all the trade ’cause he used to play basket ball.

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a There was a wonderful orchestra there. They played all the old time songs, “Want a Little Lovin’, ’’ “Always,” and “Hey, Mister Have You Seen Rosie’s Sister.” They sure was good. The orchestra belonged to Meredith Taylor, who was runnin’ “Taylor Inn” in Chicago. Yeh, he was goin’ to be a minister once, but that just proves the old sayin’ “Music hath charms.” Meredith said he had a swell head waiter. All the ladies liked Howard Barr on account of his marcell; you see, he was the head waiter. We had some other entertainment at this party—a girl came out and done a Russian dance. Boy, she was good! She sure knew her stuff. Edith Sulista was all the rage in New York doin’ Russian dances and here we was buggin ’ cross-eyed potatoes. By golly!!! La Vergne Enoch was working in a paint factory—doin’ pictures of the Civil War. She got another job though, learnin’ to be an artist. She was stickin’ labels on the paint cans. Patricia Davis—she was there, too—showed us the new kind of taffy apples she knows how to make. Boy, we was sure excited listening to her talk. Just in the middle of her speech she had a stroke of aplle. Ha! Ha ! Ha ! We meant apple-plexie. For once in our life we was lucky—there was a doctor there and she dragged out her little black case and filled Pat full of pills till we thought she’d turn into a pillar—Alice Bremer made a pretty good lookin ' doctor if she hadn’t blushed all the time. While we was eatin’ a little monkey came out an gave us a dance. It belonged to Bob Spindler—the monkey, we meant. Bob made pretty good money standin’ on the street corners and turnin’ the grind organ. He looked awful funny with his beard, though. It hid the dimple in his chin and got in his soup. At the party we met the great philospher, Minnie Weinberg. She was tryin’ to build a bridge across the Atlantic Ocean. She had a swell plan. She had a flexible, steel spring hitched from Paris to New York and two of her workmen, little “Pauly-Wally” Everett and Max Feder, had to climb out in the middle of the spring and jump up and down so Walter Biester could lose his balance and drop cement in the water, that filled up a hole in the ocean and made a foundation. Minnie said it did. We didn’t believe it. There was a swell student there from Yale. Boy, this student knew every¬ thing, why this student even knew—everything!!! Who was it? Eleanor Reiser—teachin’ history by the Yale locks. Mae Kilbourne was there, too. She sure improved in health since she was in 0. P. H. S. She was the one in the circus who laid down and let ’em 2S