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

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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

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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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put a cement block on her and then hit the cement with a hammer. She was also the guy what taught the other guys how to hit that thing that shows how strong you are, and a bell rings when you hit it hard enough. Neva Schnur- lein was her assistant. Clarabelle Westphal told us of her exciting business. Do you know what she is? A steeple jack. She painted the ball on the Crown Point court house, and she put ' 26 on it, too. Boy, wasn’t that swell? She says she got lots of thrills playing around in the air. Well, she can keep her job, but we prefer bugging potatoes. Lester Dye says it’s hard work to hold Clarabelle on his shoulders while she’s paintin’ court houses, but then it brings him money. Thelma was awful nice, she asked us to stay over the week end. We said we would, but Ihere wasn ' t any doubt in our minds that we’d stay a couple months. “Bibs” puts on swell meals and we went to bed that night to dream of ham and eggs for breakfast and a good time with that old gang of ours the next day.