Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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0?occi CHARLES WASHBURN CROSBY Entered Blake in 1931 Charlie, Pickles Army Tis folly to be wise. —Gray When the seniors assemble after winter vacations, Charlie is usually seen with a large cast on some part of his anatomy and his face burned a deep brown. To all inquiries about his injuries, he casually replies that he skiied into a tree while schussing down a mountain. One of Blake’s l est skiers, Charlie has made innumerable treks to Skoki and Sun Valley to attempt their steep mountains, as Minnesota hills, says Pickles, arc just too small to bother with. When not skiing, Charlie is likely to be found cantering merrily through the woods around Minnetonka. He has entered many of the Minnetonka riding exhibitions and has carried off several trophies. Pickles entered our class way back in 1931. In the Fourth and Fifth Forms, he left us to venture out to Fountain Valley School in Colorado; however, he decided the old oak walls were best after all and returned to the fold last year. Charlie joined the ranks of the waiters this year; and so, whenever a nerve-rending crash of dishes is heard from the kitchen. Miss Berglund can usually be found soon after lecturing Charlie never to do that again. Pickles has been a tackle on the Junior Varsity for two years and a pitcher on the baseball team in the spring. In the winter he played defense on the hockey team. Charlie isn’t sure just what he’s going to do, but thinks he wants to enter business. He isn’t thinking too far ahead though, for in June he expects to lx called into the Army.

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 « 0 WALTER TANNER CLEVELAND Entered Blake in 1940 “Cleve” USNR (V-6) “Far from the gay cities and the ways of men.”—Homer CIcvc first entered these moldy walls back in the Fourth Form. Very quickly we perceived he had an uncanny ability to turn a simple statement into a tortuous mass of words. In fact any clarifying just made matters worse. Soon we made another discovery— Cleve lived in a different world, namely Excelsior. That this hamlet had less than a population of two million and wasn’t the capitol of at least three states, Cleve could never be made to admit. Any spare moments in the senior room always found Cleve buried in an enthralling issue of Hoy’s Life, from which he sometimes aroused himself to repeat a particularly timeworn joke. Aside from his literary pursuits, Cleve usually found the energy to drag himself out to the football field, wrap his arms around somebody’s legs and fall to the ground. He did this so well he won his letter last fall. For the last two winters Cleve has cut his way through the green j ea soup in the Minneapolis Club pool to win another letter. I le has been one of the Glee Club’s most popular singers and will long ! e remembered for his bass solos in such hits as “All flail the Power of jesus’ Name” and “Casey Jones.” Cleve is now in the Navy V-6 program taking radar, and we can lie almost certain that right now some one is listening to one of his odorific puns.

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 « @aCC O' ARTHUR HENDERSON DINSMOOR Entered Blake in 1938 “Dinny” Worcester Tech “So buxom, blithe, and debonair.”—Milton This little man with the big overcoat and “porkpic” hat has been very much in evidence ever since he came to Blake back in the Second Form. Dinny'’s favorite sport is driving—anything, anywhere. Many are the hair-raising experiences he can tell about “Junior.” the overworked station wagon, or the “Red Bullet.” his outboard—the terror of Minnetonka. Art has always kept his marks above average; and. if ever there is a moment of complete frustration in Mr. Lundholm s math class, one can be sure that Dinny will blurt out. “But sir. I have a much simpler way of doing that,” for Art has the remarkable ability to see the easiest way of doing a thing immediately. This ability helped greatly when Art was a waiter last year, since he soon figured out how to make the fewest trips to the kitchen at the slowest possible speed. This year Dinny received the coveted position of manager of the athletic store, where he was usually to Ik. found energetically pumping up footballs. Last fall Art l»ecame manager of the football team, spending most of his time running out on the field with a water can almost as big as himself. This winter he was manager of the “Water Wing” boys, and proved that he could float with the best of them. Art left in February to enter Worcester Tech so that he might have some engineering credits before reaching draft age. We know that Dinny will get along well no matter where he goes.