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

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS Senior Class Will The Class of 1933 has decided to publish its own last will and testa¬ ment. We, being in our sane minds and with sorrowful hearts on de¬ parting from this righteous build¬ ing, do will and bequeath to the dumb bell underclassmen the fol¬ lowing: Accordingly, we, the Senior class, bequeath our good behavior in the lower halls to the Freshman class. To the “sleepy Sophomore” class we bequeath our pep, virtue, valid¬ ity, veracity, scholasticism, initia¬ tive, generosity, perseverance, gen¬ iality, ingenuity, and originality. To the Junior class we bequeath all our original ideas for talking to Mr. Pruitt; they’ll need them. To Mr. Pruitt, we bequeath many restful hours, since he will not long¬ er need to police the halls, corri¬ dors. and tennis courts for the members of the Senior class. To Mr. Busenburg we leave what consolation he can get when he thinks of trying to run the school next year with the present Junior class as the best they have. To those of you who assist in conducting our funeral services, we bequeath the opportunity of watch¬ ing a really good class in action. Emery Adams bequeaths his front row seats to Vincent Zurbriggen. Wilma Adank bequeaths her out- of-town date to Mary Hargrove. Jin Benjamin bequeaths her cur¬ rent crushes to the school in gen¬ eral. Florence Bisselberg bequeaths her vamping ways to Esther Harper. Peg Boye bequeaths her back¬ wardness with boys to Agatha Wacther. Mildred Burge bequeaths her in¬ terests on North Main Street to Wilma Stewart. Be good to the neighbors, Wilma. Harold Bremer bequeaths his abil¬ ity to dance with Florence Ziese to Willard Paarlberg. George Claussen bequeaths his A’s in civics to Robert Sellers. Dick Collins bequeaths his “Great Stone Face” possibilities to Doug. Dickey. Della Doty bequeaths her habit of raving on for hours about noth¬ ing to Eddie Glover. Nelda Doty bequeaths her hours of typing to some ambitious junior. Margaret Dovichi bequeaths her Irish wit to any Swede who wants it. Bert Ellis bequeaths Bill Fifield a towel for behind the ears only. “Winnie” Farquhar bequeaths her ability to charm Mr. Pruitt to the Jr. class. Bill Fateh bequeaths the club with which he beats the women off to Bud Parry. Sally Fisher bequeaths her quiet and reserved ways to Carol Root. Kenny Haniford bequeaths his strong right arm and ready wit to Frankie Berg. Ethel Fitch bequeaths her drag with the faculty to some unlucky junior. Wilma Frame bequeaths her abil¬ ity to keep “Happy” to herself. Vernie Geisen bequeaths his scholastic ability to someone who will appreciate it. Billie Gilbey bequeaths her abil¬ ity in Math to be divided equally among the Freshman class. Clement Guske bequeaths that elegant picture he keeps in his lock¬ er to Mr. Atkins for his “rogue- esses gallery.” Dean Harper bequeaths his cows and little bank to John Louis. Ed Henderlong bequeaths him¬ self as an example of class officers to coming generations. Lois and Lucille Hershman be¬ queath their wild behavior in the study hall to Willie MacKnight. Johnny Hill bequeaths his seat in the third period study hall to Harry Collins. Helen Hoffman bequeaths her drag in Economics to anyone who wants to work to get it. Dorothy Hodges bequeaths all her interest in the surrounding towns to Edith Burge. Harold and Milton Hodges be¬ queath their five (?) years training in C. P. H. S. to Joe Weinberg. Janet Holley bequeaths her sweet girlish characteristics to Dorothy Volk. Janis Holley bequeaths her silent loves to Jin McLaughlin - she needs a few silent ones. Virginia Holloway bequeaths her bangs to Harriett Kress. Art Hopp bequeaths his town car to Clifford West. Joe Horn bequeaths his ability to croon to “Plugger” Place. Janet Houk bequeaths her ex¬ treme ambition to Harry Thomen. Isabel Horst bequeaths her glam¬ orous and sophisticated airs to the gals in the Sophomore class. Clarmilta Kerr bequeaths her art of diplomacy to Atkins. Helen Kress bequeaths her athle¬ tic ability and hoydenish manner to Adalyn Kerr. Kathryn Kindberg bequeaths her sunny disposition to Eileen Sera- mur. Stella Liss bequeaths her ability to get kicked out of class to the students of biology. Bulah Lisius bequeaths her in¬ terests in Hammond to Anne John- Lela Lottes bequeaths her mouth to Bob Wilson — he really needs two to say all he wants to say. Alice Luke bequeaths her musical tendencies to Ginny Lane. Dick Madsen and Evelyn Margi- son bequeath their big cooperation act to whoever wants to learn. Come around and learn how it’s done. Ralph Marlott bequeaths his Durante possibilities to “Pinky” Klinefelter. “Bing” Miller bequeaths his alert¬ ness in classes to Jim Louis. Louis Miller bequeaths his knack of guiding toboggans to Johnny Hershman. Julian Moran bequeaths his super salesmanship to Don Wood.

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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

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12 CROWN POINT INKLINGS Ethel Murray bequeaths her gift of oratory to Irene Golden. Mildred Nielsen bequeaths her ability to get on with the fresh¬ man to Margaret Duve. Dan Oram bequeaths his Walter Winchillness to some scummy junior—if they grow them that bad. Martha Parry bequeaths her evenings of star-gazing to some love-sick junior. Vernon Patz bequeaths his beau¬ tiful white hair to some unhappy brunette. Lawrence Patz bequeaths his Lowell girl friend to some enter¬ prising junior. Pat Patterson bequeaths his heart, hand, body, soul, and ring to Edith to use as she sees fit. Martha Peterson bequeaths her correspondence list to Marcella Collins to keep for her while she goes to the World’s Fair. Mary Anna Place bequeaths her pleasing chuckle to Esther Harper. Marion Ross bequeaths her abil¬ ity to commute to “Malky” Clark. Dorothea Rushton bequeaths her journalistic tendencies to the Ink¬ lings staff for next year — there probably won’t be any. SONNET ON A SPRING DAY If I could paint in ink to last for aye If I could write in words that would not dim, I’d make a record of this fleeting day And tell of every joy, and tear, and whim. I’d take the picture of my world’s small rim And place its every color here in print Of clouds the lazy drifting and free swim; And of the sun its brilliant silver glint And through soft springtime, sum¬ mer’s subtle hint, The song of birds from journeys new returned, The sunshine on the green of moss and mint, A charred place where the old dead grass was burned, A tale of springtime that is never Robert Selkow bequeaths all his scholastic ambitions to “Jenny” Burton. Caroline Schmidt bequeaths her state of mind to Caroline Johnson. Malcolm Stonex bequeaths his girl friend to Erwin Purdy—take it easy, Purdy! Elsie Sulista bequeaths her hab¬ it of sleeping in the study hall to “Fritz” Heisterberg. Helen Sutton bequeaths her out- of-town “public” to three junior girls. Ina Thompson bequeaths her ability to tell jokes to Bill Brown. Florence Underwood bequeaths her “letters” for wrestling to Thel¬ ma Petit. Wilma Weber bequeaths her abil¬ ity to get perfect copies to Frances Kemp. Walter Weiland bequeaths his drag in Physics to some of the poor unfortunate Chemistry students. Edna Weiler bequeaths her Sat¬ urday nights to Jane Kindberg. Helen Winkler bequeaths her hat¬ red of men to Viola Holloway. Maxine Woods bequeaths her ex¬ treme interest in a certain junior boy to some smart junior girl. done, Until the year is all merged into one. —HELEN KRESS SPRING’S PROMISE Birds salute me with a song Violets, lift up your head! For the sorry winter’s gone And the sweet things you thought were dead Will live again In April rain For I am coming back. I am coming back And I will bring the sun; I will bring the flowers, I will make the rivers run; I will bring soft showers And rainbows in the sky, And through the happy hours You can watch the clouds sail by. —HELEN KRESS. Joe Valdman bequeaths his abil¬ ity to crack jokes in class to anyone who thinks he can use it. Bob Volk bequeaths his good com¬ mon sense and quiet chuckle to Luther Dance. Florence Ziese bequeaths her economic’s recitations to Bertha Kiefer. Catherine Zurbriggen bequeaths her library dates to Aimee Parry. John Zukows bequeaths his adept¬ ness at figures to Mr. Atkins. Miss Taggart bequeaths her par- limentarian preferences to Miss So- wash. Mrs. Kalen bequeaths her first period study hall to Mrs. Allman. Mr. Atkins bequeaths — ah, well, he needs all he has! In testimony whereof we hereby inscribe our names this 26th day of May, 1933. WITNESSES; MISS MARGARET TAGGART MRS. HELEN KALEN D. B. ATKINS. TO A LOCOMOTIVE When I hear the whistle of a loco¬ motive train My heart leaps up in answer And I feel a strange, wild pain; For the lure of all strange places I have ever known at all, I feel again when hearing a loco¬ motive call. Oh! Just to feel the thunder Of the rails beneath my tread, To fulfill my Gypsy longing That is like a cry for bread .... It‘s a longing that’s as strong as any great, primeval need And I feel it most when hearing that great screaming iron steed. —HELEN KRESS