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

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS fered from too much homesickness on the first trip). There were a few new members, though, to take the place of those who were left behind. Each student took his place in the rocket, and away they went for another year on the planet, High School. Arriving there, they decided that Martha Parry should have the job of chiei advisor; so they gave it to her. Joe Horn was appointed h er assistant. This year it was Bob Sullivan’s turn to take charge of the financial and historical end of the visit. That year at the Hallowe’en Car¬ nival, that famous football player of the Sophomore Class, Dick Mad¬ sen, was made King of High School. The Sophomores decided that they would entertain the rest of the planet, so they gave a dance, just like those given down on Earth. It was attended by a large crowd. The rest of the year passed rather uneventfully for the Sophomores although there were a few mishaps; soon their time was up for that year, and it was time to go home. On September 6, 1931, when they were again assembled, it was no¬ ticed that there were only about 80 members (these trips were proving too strenuous for some). This time, when the class landed on the planet, Joe Horn was selected as the one who was to be the advisor; and Edward Henderlong was Joe’s assist¬ ant. Because there was going to be a lot of work and history making that year, the class decided to make two jobs out of one. Winifred Farquhar was the one who was given the job of writing up the history the class was making. Bert Ellis had the job that Bob Sullivan held the year before. That year at the Hallowe’en Carnival Winifred Farquhar ruled the planet for one evening. The Junior Class made a name for itself. It gave two dances in close succession, and shortly after¬ wards a play entitled “It Never Rains”. How well that represented High School! Everything was quiet for the Juniors for a time. Nothing to do but study. And then it was time to entertain the Seniors. There¬ fore, there was a lot of preparation made by the Juniors for the event; and the Seniors were given a ban- o.uet and prom. Then, of all things to come right after a banquet, came the final exams. Of course, after that every¬ body made plans to go home for a vacation from studying. When the students returned for the last year on the planet, they had several new members, just about enough to make up for those who had not come back with them. Upon arriving at the planet, the group settled down to business like the dignified Seniors they were and chose Edward Henderlong as their advisor during their last year at school. Ethel Fitch was appointed as his assistant. Elsie Sulista had the job of recording history, and Malcolm Stonex was to pay the bills. The Seniors had been planning to put a new king on the throne of the planet, but alas! there was no throne to be had. The classes had formed a democracy. The Booster Club was formed this year and one of the memoers of the Senior Class, Winifred Farquhar was chosen President. Early in the year Florence Under¬ wood was sent back to Earth for an operation. Emery had a terri¬ ble time of it. Nobody to talk to at noons “or nothin’.” Later. Louis Miller spent a long time on Earth. He leaned over too far to look earthward and slipped. When he landed, he broke his ankle. The Student Council was reor¬ ganized this year and two members of the Senior Class are in it, Wilma Adank. of the Senior Class is the president of it, and Ed. Henderlong is vice-president. The Seniors are all looking for¬ ward to Graduation and the festiv¬ ities that go with it. And after all that they will return to Earth for a permanent reunion with friend and folk. Mr. Atkins: Your grade’s very low in fact you hardly passed. Helen Winkler: Oh! I’m so glad Mr. Atkins: Why? Helen: I do so love a tight squeeze Haniford: I don’t like this photo. My hair is fuzzy. Photographer: You should have thought of that before you had it taken. Root: My girl is horticulturally inclined. She is a peach and the apple of my eye, so we make a fine pear. Bill: Yes, but when I saw you out together you acted like a couple of nuts to me. Mrs. Seamonson: If Columbus were alive today, wouldn’t he be looked upon as a remarkable man? Jim Stife: I’ll tell the world. He would be 500 years old. Mrs. Seamonson: What king was prominent in the French revolu¬ tion? Clifford West: Louis the cross¬ eyed. (Louis XI). He: How come you go steady with Esther? Bert: She’s different from the other girls. He: How’s that? Bert: She’s the only girl that’ll go with me. Sally Fisher: It took eight sit¬ tings. Miss Knudson: What are you having, your portrait painted? Sally: No, learning to skate. Russel Pratt: Darling, will you marry me? Dorothy Rush ton: Have you seen mother? Russel Pratt: Yes-but I still love you. “Well, what do you think of my game?” said the enthusiastic golfer to his girl friend. “Oh it’s all right”, replied the little darling, — “but I still prefer golf.”

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS SENIOR CLASS 1933 First Row, Left to Right—Mrs. Kalen, Florence Bisselberg, Helen Kress, Florence Underwood, Lela Lottes. Alice Luke. Elsie Sulista. Virginia Holloway, Lois Hershman, Maxine Wood, Lucille Hershman, Helen Sutton, Isabel Horst, Beulah Lisius, Margaret Dovichi, Ethel Murray, Wilma Frame, Ethel Fitch, Winifred Farquhar, Dorothy Hodges. Second Row—Miss Taggart. Catherine Zurbriggen, Caroline Schmidt, Helen Hoffman. Kathryn Kind- berg. Edna Weiler. Ina Thompson, Kenneth Haniford, Sarah Fisher, Janet Holley, Janis Holley. Mary Anna Place. Martha Parry, Virginia Benjamin, Margarete Boye, Wilma Adank, Billie Gilby, Clarmilta Kerr. Thir d Row—George Claussen. Mr. Atkins, John Bramberg, Edward Henderlong, William Fateh, Wilma Weber. Dorothea Rushton. Martha Peterson, Mildred Nielson, Mildred Burge. Marian Ross, Florence Ziese, Stella Liss. Janet Houk, Evelyn Margison, Helen Winkler. Harold Hodges. Fourth Row — Clement Gustke, Joseph Valdman, Malcolm Stonex, Ammon Aken, Walter Weiland, Vernon Geisen, Louis Miller, Dan Oram, John Hill. Julian Moran, Robert Volk, Dean Harper, Emery Adams, Burton Ellis. Joseph Horn, Robert Selkow, Ralph Marlatt, Richard Collins, Clarence Miller, Richard Madsen, Lawrence Patz, Vernon Patz, Harold Bremer. Milton Hodges, Eugene Patterson. Senior Class History On September 2, 1929, a group of students, kinda’ green but awfully confident, decided to go to the planet called High School for a certain length of time each year for four years. The end and aim was to be the city of Graduation, which could be attained only by a long and tedious journey. When everybody w as rounded up and noses were counted it was dis¬ covered that 110 students wanted to go on this trip. With some hesi¬ tation on the part of those who thought they might get homesick, the gang bade goodbye to Earth, got into the big rocket, and were off with a “whiz” and a “bang”; and. almost before they knew it, they had landed on the planet, High School. Fourteen members of this large group had come to this planet a half-year before as a sort of pre¬ liminary to the real sojourn. It was decided that if a few of those who had been on the planet before were given charge of the whole class, the class as a whole would profit by it; so Dorothy Hodges was chosen as chief advisor, George Claussen was appointed to help her when she needed it, and Evelyn Margison was given the job of look¬ ing after the financial side of that year’s visit and of recording any¬ thing that was done that would look good as history. The Freshmen, as they were call¬ ed, were getting used to living on the planet and were settling down to work with a real vim and vigor when they received word from the other sojourners that a Hallowe’en Carnival was to be given and that a Kin? and Queen of the planet were to be chosen. Their own Evelyn Margison was chosen to be Queen of High School for that evening. For the rest of that year the green Freshies, now not so green, devoted their time to study to make up for the time it took to get aca.uainted with conditions on the planet. The last of May the com¬ pany disbanded; and with many hopes and aspirations for the com¬ ing year, left for home. On September 7, 1930, the group again assembled; and it was dis¬ closed that some of the members were missing (probably they suf-

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10 CROWN POINT INKLINGS Senior Class Prophecy Something that was fed to the seniors at the Junior-Senior Ban¬ quet in the year of Our Lord, 1933, sent the entire class (barring none) to the bug-house a week later. Since my bugginess has not affected my writing, I will tell you how our class looks before me as I see them assembled in the bull-pen at Lo- gansport in 1943. You see we could not be separated. As I see them at present, they are playing leap-frog, the favorite game of the intellectual nit-wits. The fame of the leap frogers has reached the entire na¬ tion. We will now enlighten you as to the individual pastimes of the in¬ mates. We are sorry to relate that poor demented Oram is seeking material for his scum column, fell from his upper berth and sprained his eyebrow on the pavement. His condition is very critical as he cannot peek through keyholes. We find the Doty sisters and Carolyn Schmidt jumping the rope. George Claussen, the shiek of the outfit, is over there with a group of girls, among whom are Florence Ziese, Florence Underwood, and Florence Bisselberg. As you see he goes in for Florences. What is this, An Apache Dance? Oh no, it’s only Sally Fisher and Kenny Haniford. Mildred Nielsen and Mildred Burge are having hysterics because the first four letters of their first names are MILD and the last three are RED. Our athletic Bill Fateh has taken a fancy to ballet dancing, if you please, and is now doing the dance of the seven veils under the WE’D LIKE TO KNOW Who made you, fairest of the fair? Who put the sunlight in your hair? Who made those lips? That per¬ fect nose? That skin that shames the budding rose? admiring scrutiny of Joe Horn and Bob Selkow, also ballet enthusiasts. We must not neglect our symphony orchestra with the illustrous Clem¬ ent Gustke as leader. Edna Wieler we find has two pie tins for cymbals and Maxine Woods is blowing the jug. Beulah Lisius pounds two tin cups for kettle drums. Lucille and Lois Hershman, we find, are play¬ ing the xylophone on the bars of their cell. Alice Luke shows great prospect as a mouth harpist (wind jammer). Last but not least we find Helen Kress playing the comb. Dean Harper is frantically trying to open his penny bank; he hasn’t the key. Surely he hasn’t lost it? The guards have a terrible time keeping Eddie Henderlong from breaking through the walls. He keeps murmuring, “Take me to Kankakee; Take me to Kankakee”. Lela Lottes, the shy little girl of the good old days, is now a vamp. Amon g her victims are Ralph Mar- lott, Harold Bremer, and Verny Geisen. Arthur Hopp rides frant¬ ically around on his tricycle with Margaret Dovichi, Ethel Fitch, and Wilma Frame in the rumble seat. Martha Parry and Dick Collins are peeling onions. Kathryn Kindberg, Helen Hoffman, and Stella Liss arc working on a jigsaw puzzle. Bert Ellis thinks he is Mark Antony and goes around shouting, “Ladies and Gentlemen”, occasionally choking on his false teeth. Billie Gilbey is shouting across the room to Wilma Adank to get her French. They are just putting poor Virginia Holloway in a straight jacket. Winifred Farquhar is boosting Emery Adams, Dorothy Hodges, and Ethel Murray to be more enthusiastic in the leap frog game. Virginia Benjamin is so bashful that she has taken to biting her finger nails. Janis Holley is watching for the street car. Vernon Patz, Walter Wieland, and Elsie Sulista, from dear old dra¬ matics class, are doing an act for Ina Thompson, Wilma Weber, and Catherine Zubriggen, who are ali watching with big round eyes and open mouths. Mary Anna Place is redecorating the cells. Dorothea Rushton thinks she is an Egyptian Princess and borrows everyone’s jewelry. Malcolm Stonex is taking apart a motorcycle with Eugene Patterson helping him. Bob Volk is telling Martha Peterson about the time he blew a smoke ring on a girls finger and never did get it off. Helen Winkler and Louis Miller are playing marbles. Julian Moran is beating his head against the bars ' in this little Indiana town. Clar- milta Kerr, Isabelle Horst, and Janet Houk are in solitary confine¬ ment. Joe Valdman is giving a lec¬ ture on Cholera Morbus (to which no one is listening). Clarence Miller is showing Helen Sutton how to tap dance. Who do we have over there? Evelyn Margison and Dick Madsen. What are they doing? Doctor says, “They haven’t chang¬ ed since High School Days.” Marian Ross walked out on us. The reason for the unanswered questions is 1 can think of nothing else to say. The writers of this column had a brain wave and are now in a padded cell. Adios. Who made those eyes of blue? And lassie, Who designed that 4issom chassis? Surely not the one who hung Between those lips that babbling tongue? —G. A. Aman We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that Tell of saddest tho’t. —Copied