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

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20 CROWN POINT INKLINGS STUPID SCRIBBLER SCRATCHES STORY ABOUT SENIORS Clifford West Walks Away From Field of Two Contestants To Take Honors Winning easily over a field of two contestants, Clifford West stands (or sits) as the “champeen” essay writer of the Freshman class. It is with pleasure that we present here¬ with his prize winning essey; to-wit: “Seniors are funny things. They walk around skool like they owned it. when in reality us freshmen does. When they speek to one of them they look the other way and pre¬ tend they didn’t see you. A certain sophmore said she thot they were awful stuck up because every time they see a sophmo e they will not talk to them but act like they were inferior to them, but they know that they are not so good as they think they are. They agree with us that they are not so good as they think they are. Sum peoples are said to have said that the seniors are freshmen with four years of experience but don’t let them fool you, we wouldn’t be disgraced by them. If they don’t stop purty soon, us freshmen wil rebel and drive them out of the cumpany, that’s what we will do. If we do that and then beat up on the juniors and sophmores then we can act like the seniors do now. Wouldn’t that be swell. Really i do not think they should be allowed to carry on in this man¬ ner. I think sumthing should be done about it, don’t you? Maybe we can apeel our case to the president of the cumpany and have him give us a square deele.” Walter! You a senior and allow you own little brother to write such stuff as this? Clean him up! The Seniors won’t mind even if we are good-natured. THE PERFECT GIRL-FRIEND Hair . Helen Burroughs Eyes . Kathryn Meyer Nose . Hildred Farquhar Teeth . Florence Helrich Lips . . Mae Haeck Complexion . Florence Suhs Hands . Alma Batterman Legs . Blanche Gault Figure . Irene Jurs Gift of Gab . Frances Steiner Style . Virginia Baker Personality . Lorraine Mounce Pep . Margaret Bixenman “It” . Eileen Nethery Dancing Ability .. Jennie Egelski Intellect . Adah Letz Disposition . Elinor Hopp THE IDEAL BOY-FRIEND Hair ....... Eyes . Lips . Teeth . Chin . Smile . Hands . Physique . Intellect . Best Dresser . Pep . Athletic Ability Dancing Ability Harold Meeker. . Boyd Howard. . Earl Buckley. Forrest Everett . Bob Ross . Arthur Gibbs . Tom Wise - Wilbur Blocker ... Russell Pratt ... Ammon Aken . Clarance Klass .. John Bareman . Bill Horst ... Gene Ingersol CAN YOU IMAGINE? Gertrude Eberspacker with long hair? Frances Steinner without her smile ? Esther Hall wininng a talking marathon ? Edna Roffman leading yells? Florence Herlitz ill-natured? Mildred Prochno without male ad¬ mirers ? Margaret Arnold staying at home in the evenings? Earl Buckley getting “F’s”? Forrest Everett bald-headed? Bob Ross being shunned by the girls? Gene Ingersol not bumping into someone on the dance floor? Ammon Aken unable to say what he means? Hai-old Hodges with curly hair? Mickey Hodges having his English lesson? Red Rosenthal at a party without his banjo? George Wemple flunking a typing test? Earl Dillie not chewing gum? Bob Steiner stuck-up ? Florence Suhs a bad bold brunette? Gordon Schultz being bored? Wilbur Blocker not sleeping in Economics class? Adah Letz a poor debater? Kathryn Meyer not writing notes to someone ? Hildred Farqubar not making eyes ? Alma Batterman needing help in a shorthand reading test? Margaret Bixenman unable to find a comeback?

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS We believe that there is no use in telling how the athletes performed in contests this year, nor telling what good players they were, but in letting the people, who saw them perform, judge for themselves how manly and skillful they were in their respective sports. For this reason we will give only the names of the players and the scores of the games. You have seen for yourselves how the teams never quit fighting nor trying. The real students in the school appreciate the work of the boys and coaches. In years to come we hope that all the boys who participated in sports in Crown Point High school will have fond memories of the littlte things that have happened in school, and on the athletic fields, and will have learned the lesson of good sportsmanship. The outgoing Seniors wish Crown Point athletics the best of luck in the seasons to come. FOOTBALL TRACK BASKET BALL C. P. 7 LaPorte 13 C. P. 79 Morrocco 0 C. P. 2 Valparaiso 0 C. P. 6 Hammond Tech 23 C. P. 7 Hobart 0 C. P. 0 Lew Wallace 6 C. P. 20 Lowell 27 C. P. 27 Mooseheart 27 Totals 121 Totals 96 Letter Men W. Horst, F. B. R. Madsen, Q. B. W. Fateh, H. B. W. Fifield, H. B. M. Stonex, C. J. Zukows, G. R. Ross, G. W. West, T. E. Henderlong, T. B. Ellis, E. R. Volk, E. K. Haniford, E. Little Seven All Conference K. Haniford, End. John Zukows, Guard. —Seniors. South Bend — W. Fifield, 440 Relay. Hobart — W. Horst, Sht. Froebel Reserves—E. Ingersoll, 880 Michigan City—R. Volk, 100—220 yard hurdles. Little Seven, Hobart, May 6th— B. Platt, mile; H. Collins, mile. C. P. 12 Chesterton 16 C. P. 13 Whiting 16 C. P. 15 Kankakee 25 C. P. 22 Lowell 24 C. P. 13 North Judson 21 C. P. 44 Kankakee 17 - C. P. 24 Valparaiso 39 C. P. 25 Hammond Tech 33 C. P. 24 Lew Wallace 39 C. P. 19 Chesterton 18 - C. P. 22 Bloom 40 C. P. 34 Hobart 31 - C. P. 14 Valparaiso 30 C. P. 21 Rensselaer 12 — C. P. 29 North Judson 14 — C. P. 24 Bloom 33 C. P. 29 Hobart 20- C. P. 27 Mooseheart 34 C. P. 23 Lowell 25 C. P. 9 Hammond Tech 38 Sectional Finals C. P. 11 Valparaiso 16 Totals 443 Totals 524 Letter Men W. Horst, foreward (Continued on Page 22)

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 21 DIARY OF DUSTIE RHODES Page 00009 In my journeying across the United States I came upon the state of Indiana. I had ridden from St. Louis in a box car with several hoboes or as they were pleased to call themselves, “Gentlemen of For¬ tune”. I did not care to acquaint myself with such unknown charac¬ ters as I believe boys can rise to the top of the ladder of success only by desirable friends. There was one in particular that was in¬ clined to be “pally” with me. He probably was celever enough to know that I was no ordinary gen¬ tleman of fortune but that I was traveling in order to enlarge my knowledge on the wonders of the country. I noticed that he loked at a paper frequently and the would either double up with laughter or else turn over and bury his head : «i the straw. I asked him for this pa¬ per and lo and behold if it wasn’t a copy of the Crown Point Inklings. I decided then and there to point my dogs in the direction of Crown Point, Indiana. I jumped off the car at a likely spot and after picking up a few vittles that I found in stores, I inquired of a flat-foot just where I was. He looked me up and down and turned his back. I helps myself to a pair of gloves he had in his pocket and ' proceeded to another corner. Here I was told I was in Gary, fifteen miles from Crown Point. I began my walk to Crown Point. For the first few miles I tried to thumb a ride. The cars mere¬ ly honked or the kids would yell at me. I saw then that I would have to make my way to Crown Point by another and more crafty method. I removed my arm from my coat sleeve and limped and soon a car stopped and asked me if I would like a ride. I refused as it was only a Ford and I was afraid some of my pals would see me in a Ford. The next vehicle I refused as it was only a Chevrolet but the next one I finally agreed to ride in. After arriving in Crown Point I “slicked” myself up a bit. I put on a false moustache I had with me. As a dude I made a nice looking man. Then I put on my spats. I strolled down Court street till at last my lamps were able to see, rising above the tree tops like a majestic sentry, a flag pole. The high school was a red brick building trimmed in white, surround¬ ed by well-kept lawns. Outside of a few cracked window panes it was in good shape. I knew in one glance that some of my pals from Cicero could get in so fast you’d think there were elevators. I excited many curious and not a few admiring glances as I walked along. I judged that school would begin soon as a number of “flaming youths” hurried past me. The boys were garbed in bright colors, the girls mincing along on high heels. As I neared the front exit I nearly stopped in my tracks from amazement. Coming up the front walk was a young man. Now there is nothing odd about this but he had on his head an odd sky-piece. A brown beaver hat. I hadn’t seen one of these since I began traveling. I followed him up the steps. He was greeted at the top by a bevy of girls chorusing “Good morning, Mr. Atkins.” If you ask me, times certainly have changed. I think that the school would stand a good chance as a second tower of babble. Perched on the railing like birds on a fence were boys. Boys, all shapes, sizes and kinds. I don’t know who they all were but one who looked like an All-American toumed out to be Bill Horst, star of several sports. Along beside him was a blonde chap. This one sure was a wow, just as I read about in “Knights of the Ahlong Footstool”. He was Mr. Bertrom Ellis. I had no trouble finding this out as I just asked one girl and about three dozen women answered me. Another kid that attracted my attention was a little white-headed boy. He had his hair cut short, just like the boys who get a free room and bath from the county. He was “Rossie”. Now I come to a big part of the school. I asked a big boy what his name was. He grinned kind of funny, put his hand in his pocket, pulled it out agai, ruffled his hair, and finally answered me sheepishly, ‘Well, my mother named me Wilbur, but the brutes around here call me,” his voice faltered and his blue eyes filled with tears as he continued, “they call me Bull”. Well, I couldn’t say anything to the poor kid, know¬ ing how he felt; I patted his head and shambled on. I stopped in front of a Bulletin bared. Here was a list of names. I glanced down them find¬ ing names like Holley, Parry, Wise, Hanniford, Letz, Rettig and a “hull” bunch more. I reckoned I had better look up some of these. I told one boy I’d like to see the Holley girl. “Which one” sez he. “Well”, I says, “Your guess is as good as mine.” “Do you want ‘is’ or ‘et’?” I sez, “Never mind, son, just rest your head. I’ll get me another woman.” I watched the stairs until I saw a ravishing blonde. I straightens my tie and my moustache and walks over to her. “Pardon me, my lady”, (I use my best manners) “what is your moniker?” She backed away in terror, let out one wail and yelled, “Oh Clarence”, and rushed across the floor to a young gentleman who was coming to meet her. I hastily darted into a room. All I could hear was giggles. I looked around and found my¬ self in a sewing room. The only thing I could do was make the best of it. I straightened my tie and walked toward the entrancing blonde at the desk. She rose to meet me and came forward extending a slim hand. I quickly wiped off my own mitt on my coat tail and grasped her hand. I shook it fervidly and was so dum- founded when she called me Mr. Johnson and said that they were not expecting me until later but it was just fine because they would like to sew. I could just lay my hat and coat on the table there and could commence work on the machine. Well, I looked over the machine and loosened whatever I could and tried to talk knowingly about the car- burator and gas line. Nearly every time I spoke the kids just shrieked. Well, I wiped off everything, oiled it again and turned it around but couldn ' t find a crank on it so I tured the big wheel. There was a sharp snap and I couldn’t turn it either way. I picked up my satchel and turned to the teacher. I informed her that I would have to get more tools from my car. So saying “adios” I hastily left her. I looked