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

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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.

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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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Senior Class Will We, the Senior Class of ’26, being in our sane minds and sorrowful hearts, on de¬ parting from this so righteous building, do will and bequeath to the dumb bell under classmen the following: The gum under the assembly seats to the Freshmen, on the condition that said Freshmen will leave said gum to the unsaid Freshies of the following year. To the Junior Class we leave our brilliancy, good sportsmanship, wit, beauty, pep, fame, good scholarship, virtue, honesty, initiative, perseverance, geniality, ingenuity and originality. Howard Barr leaves his marcel to Claribel Ziese. To Herbert Barr, Walter Beister wills his five-year stay in High School. Thelma Bibler will give Howard to Anna Homier. Alice Bremer leaves her method of making home made blushes to Vernon Guske. Jennie Dietel bequeathes her love of oranges to Genevie Polston. To Margaret Klug, Irene Dietrich leaves her ability to talk loud. Max Feder wills his stock of roses to Ada Allman. To the school board La Vergne Enoch leaves her Hobart lumber jack. Thelma Hoffman wills her noisy manner to Dorothy Ruehl. To Della Westphal, Lester Dye leaves his short, fat figure. Henry Schau wills his weak physique to Cecil McColley. Clarabelle Westphal wills her daredevil collegiate Charleston dancing to Helen Spindler. Harold Hamann gives his nine-mile ride to Snyder, and a piece of pie to Marjory Pace. Robert Spindler leaves his “hickified” ways to Harvey Gibbs. Clarence Thomen bequeaths the right half of his Ford seat to Alfred Rushton. Neva Schnurlein gives her interest in Valpo to Helen McCaslin. To Evelyn Myers, Minnie Weinberg leaves her ability to imagine things. Irene Mracek wills her muscular form to Ruth Wise. Georgianna Sowash wills her soft, silvery laugh to Margaret Hayden. To Marion Trump, Patricia Davis leaves her golden locks. Edna McColley bequeaths her boyish bob to Mildred Kohler. Mac Kilbourne bequeaths her chemistry ability to Ruth Barrett. Mary Baldwin will receive Edith Sulista ' s ability to flirt. Violet Osborne gives all her books and pencils and her seat in the assembly to Evelyn Chaffee. Murray Schwucho leaves all his hotsy-totsy dates to Charles Hanson. To Verna McCarty, Paul Everett leaves his cheery smile. To Donald Turnquist, Meredith Taylor leaves his career in the ministry. Shirley Smith will leave to Helen Theil her ridiculously thin, black hair. Eleanor Reiser leaves, in all good faith, to the next copy editor, her black leather portfolio. Doris Jones wills her soulful eyes to Esther Hershman. Bell Wise wills her hatred of men to Bernice Hodge. Margaret Westphal leaves her serious nature to Mildred Lane. To the faculty, we. the entire Class of ' 26, leave a happy memory of the long assignments, hard lessons, vacations from class, etc., that you gave us. To the faculty we also leave a sincere wish for a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Glorious Easter, Red-hot Fourth of July, and most of all, a wish that some time, some where, you may again encounter a class as good as that of ' 26.