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

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22 CROWN POINT INKLINGS at the big ticker what I picked up once and seeing as how it was too early to put on the feed-bag I hung my hat and coat on the rail and walked down. I went downstairs and into a room. Evidently this was “Bugalogy”. And another blonde teacher. He was making a poor job of trying to keep order and no wonder, every time he turns one way someone talked. He turns the other way some other guy blabs. I was goin’ to offer to help him but after that last fightl had I didn’t want to, so I walks out and across the floor. When I opened the door I heard the click click of type¬ writer. Now I always wanted to run one of them things, but I was afraid I might have to fix one. That would be hard on the key-clicker. I leaves the lower stairs and goes up again. While I was trying to decide where to go there was a short ringing of the bell. Then another. I made myself as little as I could against the wall and watched the horde of faces as they went by, all seemin’ to go to one room. I caught snatches of sweet girlish voices about “assembly, Pepinella, pep meeting”. “Save me a seat; sit with me”, and others. It just natcherally don’t take much to arouse my cur- osity so I steps up to the door and gives myself a look. A young lady standing beside me looked at me distastefully and moved away. I thought quickly “B. 0.”. Surely not as I always use Lifebuoy. I was almost going when I heard a mighty burst of yelling. On the stage was a large group of young girls yelling loudly. They were led by a peppy red-haired leader. Them gals sure could yell, boy-o-boy! After hollering they all sang and could they sing! Then began a long winding around the seats. They all had red hankies around their necks with “Pep” on them. Then a short stout man wearing glasses got on the stage. After clearing his throat in a very business-like manner, he said that they could all go to their fourth hour class. I again hugged the wall as the kids surged past. Such a riot of colors, even in hair. After the doors were closed, I again started walking. I was sorely tempted to try my hand at a couple, of the pad¬ locks on the steel cabinets but re¬ frained by hurriedly walking past. I saw by my watch that it was getting late, so I left the building. -As I wended my way to town I wondered if I would ever have such an interesting time again. THINGS WE WOULD LIKE TO SEE Ammon Aken with long blode curls. Arthur Gibbs with knickers. Wilbur Blocker under weight. Alma Batterman getting into mis¬ chief. Virgie Baker without Clarence Klaas. Ick Horst enjoying a rousing game of Tiddle-de-winks. Flossie Helrich strolling along. Irma Rettig sent to the office for misconduct. Joyce Frame studying Economics in Economics class. Red Rosenthal playing a Jew’s harp. Edna Rauffman a blonde “cut-u p”. Kathryn Meyer not writing notes. Margaret Arnold wondering what Shorthand is. Helen Burroughs being asked for her first date. Tom Wise looking for a definition of women Adah Letz not on a committee. Blanche Gault asking the way to Gary. Blondie Suhs writing letters to only one boy. Dorothy Diddie as a lady doctor. Irene Jurs teaching kindergarten. Russell Pratt with a small black mustache. Hary Steinman as the crbel black¬ haired villian. Gordon Schultz as floor-walker in a lingerie department. Florence Herlitz as Director in Vas- sar. My first is in bear but not in hare. My second is in ding but not in dong. My third is in building but not in house. My fourth is in apple but not in pear. My fifth is in horse but not in cow. My sixth is in cow but not in pig. My, seventh is in sweater but not in coat. My eighth is in mist but not in fog. My ninth is in cat but not in dog. My whole is an athlete in the Senior Class. Who am I Sports (Continued from Page 19) R. Collins, forward. B. Ellis, forward. M. Stonex, center R. Madsen, guard T. Wise, guard B. Miller, guard. J. Bareman, mgr. — Senior. Little Seven All Conference W. Horst. Coach Hardy Songer is leaving this year and every one who knows him is sorry to hear of his leaving. BASEBALL April 12 Dyer (6); C. P. (10) there. April 16 Dyer (16); C. P. (3) here. April 19 Lowell (3) C. P. (4) here. April 29 Hammond Tech, here. May 3 Bloom (10) C. P. (7). May 6 Lew Wallace, here. May 10 Chicago Heights there. May 17 Hammond Tech there. May 20 Hebron there. Players B. Miller, c. C. Van Woerdon, p. K. Linton, lb. K. Haniiford, 2b W. Horst, If. R. Steiner, rf. R. Rosenthal, cf. B. Fateh, ss. J. Bareman, 3b. WHAT I KNOW ABOUT WOMEN By Tom Wise —And for those who can’t read—

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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

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 23 THE ALPHABET USED BY SOME land is not benefiting anyone. Isn’t - there some thing you can do. A — Aw, I forgot my books. B — Bells aren’t loud enough in the halls. C — Couldn’t get my locker open. D — Did you tell us to study that? E — English exam, so I couldn’t get my history. F — Forgot the answer. G — Grandmother died. H — How did you expect us to work all of them? I — I was sick so I couldn’t get the lesson. J — Just lost my paper. K — Know it but can’t explain it. L — Let me think. M — My watch was slow. N — No, I don’t understand the lesson. O — Oh, I forgot to do that one. P — Please, may I hand it in to¬ morrow Q — Quit, ‘cause I was tired. R — Repeat it, I didn’t get it. S — Study hall was too noisy. T — Thought we would have assembly. U — Uusually prepared but I left my book in the bus. V — Very long assignment, didn’t have time. W — Will you sign my tardy slip? X — ’Xcuse it please. Y—You gave me “D” last six weeks and I worked harder too, this time. Z — Zero! Why I studied that. — Dale Atkins. A — It has to be simple so that the faculty can understand it. Q — Can you tell me some way to keep the women away from me? No matter where I go there is always a mob of feminine admirers after me. A — Honestly, Russ, with your hand¬ some face and beautiful voice, I think that your problem is too great for me. Q—As the Hi-Y is one of our Chris¬ tian organizations I should think they would have some very strict rules for the members. Have they? — Harry Steinman. A — They certainly have. Here they are: 1. At dinner, never put both feet on the table. 2. Never swipe more than three meals per person. 3. Absolutely no smoking at meetings as the fire risk is too great. 4. When swearing, do not be too noisey as noisey people are unde¬ sirable. 5. In all games, never hit the op¬ posing player. The referee might see you. TITBITS WHAT THIS SCHOOL NEEDS 1. More water in the second floor fountain. • 2. More football players like John Zuckows. 3. More admirers for Harold Meeker (girls). 4. Better cooperation. (Example: Clarence Klass and Virginia Baker). 5. More vacations for all of us. 6. An elevator. 7. No Juniors at all. Kick ‘em out. 8. Bigger and better seniors. 9. More ditch days for teachers. Start the day with a promise to do the very best you can, where you are, with what you have. Tackle the hard or unpleasant things first each day. The easy ones are easy. Smile until ten o’clock and the rest of the day will take care of itself. A wise old owl lived in an oak, The more he saw, the less he spoke The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can’t we be like that old bird? ASK ME ANOTHER Q. — Why isn’t the Senior “Ink¬ lings” more intellectual ? It seems to me that the humor is too obvious The ladder of success may be full of splinters, but the pricks are the hardest if you’re slidin’ down. Wise is that man and bround to grow, Who knows he knows a thing or so; But who is not afraid to show The many things he doesn’t know. The reason the voters are so pa¬ tien t with congress is because they don’t know what to do either. Pessimist: “Thankful! What have I got to be thankful for? I can’t pay my bills—”. Optimist: “Then, man alive, be thankful you’re not one of your creditors.” HUMOR “Why is it that every girl that goes riding in Bob Ross” auto al¬ ways has to walk home?” “Don’t be so dumb—his father owns a shoe store. Bill Fateh was rather shy. When he handed his lady friends a gift box of candy she threw her arms around him and kissed him. Bill took his hat and started for the door. “I’m sorry if I offended you,” Alicia said. “Oh, that’s alright,” re¬ plied Bill, “I’m going out for more candy.” Janis: “Why was John Bareman so tight-lipped this evening?” Martha: “He cleaned his teeth in the dark and used the glue by mis¬ take.” Bob: “I heard that Gandhi was in bed a few days—what was the trouble?” Mary: “His sheet didn’t come back from the laundry.” Visitor (at Prison): “So it was the desire to steal that brought you here?” No. 77777: “Naw, what’s a guy gonna hook around this joint?” “What makes you so uneasy to¬ night, Gene, is your conscience troubling you?” “No, Jai)et, it’s my winter under- Miss Sowash: “Danny, what is it you look at after you wash your face to see if it is clean” ? Dan Oram: “The towel.”