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

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY. In the State of Indiana, In the school called “Crown Point High Scnool” Came the Class of Nineteen Seventeen, Came the finest of all classes. Forty strong, were we, and happy, In the Memories of onr Eighth Grade, Memories of our graduation. All that year were we much petted; We, the brightest of all Freshmen, With the comeliest of maidens And the manliest of laddies. Ours the joy of having teachers Who saw fit to grade Deportment, Making for us, each month sadder, As we carried to our parents Reports not so compliment ' ry. That year, dear Miss Bailey taught us, Mr. Blue, and wise Miss Curtiss; Mrs. Raber was then with us, And our good Friend Mr. Painter. In the arts of Home and Fireside, We were taught by Nora Morgan, And in music by Miss Viant. Such our wondrous corps of teachers; Such were they who labored with us, In the first year of our High School. In the sports, as well as studies, We were always represented. Count von Frederick was then honored With position on the first team. He was also our Class President, Guiding us thru dangerous waters Of our jolly High School parties. Masquerades that year were plenty, And we Freshmen missed few of them. Unto some, that year, came sorrow; Unto others, joy and sweetness. Some of us lost a dear loved one, Others gained dear friends and comrades. In our second year of High School We were older, and far wiser. Why! All Freshmen were but ‘ 1 greenies, ’ ’ And we felt as big as Seniors. Then were some of us important — We went to the Junior Banquet, And assisted as the waiters. Dear Old “Fitz” the friend of school-kids Taught in C. P. H. S. that year; C. B. Newlon, the school “prexy” And Miss Jones came to us also. That year, Sophomores, as usual, Took Geometry, the bug-bear; Some, indeed, so loved the study That they fondly still pursue it. In the sports and the athletics, “Bissels”, “Buck” and George played nobly. True, some boys from C. P. H. S. Were out-stripped in foot-ball practice, Yet in basket-ball we conquered. In the Declamation contests, Class of ‘ Seventeen was ‘ ‘ present ’ ’ Ours was not the joy of winning, Yet for two years had we honor. When Commencement came in May-time, Our Class tho’t they’d do the trimming; With much difficulty bringing, Ferns to decorate the rostrum. (Some were sorry they had done so.) When the third year of our High School Dawned upon the old brick building, Sev ’ral of our ranks had left us; Some to other cities going. Year by year our class grows smaller; Twenty-four is now our number. In our corps of teachers this year, Mr. Painter and Miss Bennet, Sweet Miss Jones and Mr. Snetzer, Mr. Hart, Miss Hanks, Miss Morgan, All have done their best to help us,

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CLASS OF 1917. President—Helen Koupal Secretary—Helen Newton Vice President—Gladys Arnott Treasurer—Harry Claussen

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And with all their fine instruction, Is it strange that we are brilliant? Foremost in the School, our class is; We the Season’s parties opened, Setting fashion for the others. In our class we have one genius, He’s the founder of the “G. F.’s”; Favorite of all the school-girls, Seven is his lucky number. Now at Literary meetings, Junior Officers presiding, Make the sessions very pleasant, For the guests and for the pupils. (’lass of ’Seventeen has members In the Orchestra and Chorus, Which, this year, show great improvement. Junior girls once served the supper, When the teachers gave a party. Ever since, have they been noted For their wondrous skill in cooking. Now you know that we are worthy Of your highest admiration; And as you have heard about us Would you look upon our faces? Turn the pages of this Annual ’Til you see our fine Class Picture! Eleanor Dinwiddie. “The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.’’—Elliot.