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

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS WARREN WAGNER’S LUCK His horse went dead and his mule went lame, And he’s lost six cows in a poker game; Then a hurricane came on a sum¬ mer day And blew the house where he lived away; And an earthquake came when that was gone And swallowed the land that the house stood on; Then the tax collector he came ’round And charged him up with a hole in the ground. ELAINE TAYLOR Said a bald headed man to a wait¬ ress bold: “See here’ young woman, my cocoa’s cold!” Said Elaine scornfully: “I can’t help that; If the blamed thing’s chilly, put on your hat”. JINNY MCLAUGHLIN Jinny could swing a six pound dumb bell, Jinny could fence and she could box; Jinny could row upon the river, Jinny could clamber ’mong the rocks; Jinny could golf from mom till evening, And play tennis all day long WANDERLUST Oh, I’m tired out of routine for the fever’s in my blood Once again the spring is calling to the Gypsies who are good; And the open road is calling, I can fairly hear it shout — While my heart but knows one long¬ ing — if I only could get out! On the far away horizon skies have turned to elfin blue And I want to rise and follow as all vagabonds should do When the morning sunshine beck¬ ons and the springtime breez¬ es goad Heart and soul into a longing to go down the open road! —HELEN KRESS But she couldn’t help her mother ’Cause she wasn’t very strong. Bot. V.—What would I have to give you for just one little kiss? Lorene E.—CHLOROFORM! This is what happens in the typ¬ ing class—by Edith Burge—to the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” My t y pust in on her vacation My trpist’s away fpr a week My tupudy us in hur sscarion While thse damn keps play hide an secj. Cjoras: Oy, bring boxk, bting bzck Brinj beck mub8Bnnie ti my, to mr: B)@ug bxj, b6ng biez Bjing boxk m.belnioVfe mix, OH, HELK When Eve brought woe to all man¬ kind, Adam called her Wo-man. But when she woo’d with love so kind, He then pronounced it woo-man But now with folly and with pride, Their husband’s pockets brim¬ ming, The ladies are so full of whims That people call them whim-men. Lucille M: “I’m going to milk the cat.” Joe H.: “Milk the cat?! Ya’ don’t milk cats!”’ TULIP SHADOWS The sidewalk was white in the sun¬ light For May morning sunlight is gay; The Tulips flashed red in the sun¬ light But the Tulip shadows were gray. The sidewalk was silver by moon¬ light Like the moon-chariot’s silver track; The Tulips rose pale in the moon¬ light But the Tulip shadows were black. —HELEN KRESS Life is still what you make it un¬ til somebody comes along and mak¬ es it worse. Lucille: “Well, what do ya’ do when a cow’s thirsty?” Joe: “Why, honey, ya, water a cow when she’s thirsty.” Lucille: “So, I’m going to milk the cat.” Duck S. (In Latin class): Vada, are you going to throw out your gum? Vada P. (chewing V 2 stick P. K.): I should say not, I want my money’s worth! Mrs. Seamonson: Who can tell me something about Nero? Clifford West: Is he the one men¬ tioned in “Nero, My God, to thee?” Helen Winkler (writing home): “How do you spell ’financially’?” Roommate: “FINANCIALLY, and there are two ‘R’s’ in embarrassed”. Miss Taggart: “What is the plural of man?” “Men”, answered Bobbie Wilson, “And the plural of child?” “Twins,” was the prompt reply. The saddest event of the year: How we regret the fact that boys like to go sporting with guns. This was the case which resulted in the death of Eddie Kramer, Thanksgiv¬ ing Day, Nov. 24, 1932. As Eddie was popular among his associates, his loss is keenly felt by the entire town as well as the school, and es¬ pecially the second team basket ball boys and girls in the operetta, SINCE YESTERDAY In a pale gray sky last night, The moon was a crescent of gold. But the moon was a bow of silver light When today grew old. Last night the breeze was warm; Tonight the wind blows cold, For there has been a storm Since yesterday grew old. —HELEN KRESS. Mary Ann (bored): Well, what shall we do this evening? Danny Andernacht: Let’s think hard— Mary Anna: No, let’s do some¬ thing you can do, too.

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 15 SOPHOMORE CLASS First Row, Left to Right Edith Burge, Pauline Pratt. Llovd Aken, Eileen Weber. Harriet Kress. Anna¬ bel Brown. Genevieve Burton, Lorraine Selkow, De ?tte Tilton. Agnes Breuckman. Eleanor Fateh Edna Holtz, Mildred Fisher, Edith Patz. Viola Holloway, Wilhelmina Neimeyer, Dorothy Golden. Agnes Penska Second Row—Lorraine Carlson, Dorothy Golding, Dorothy Patz. Fern Thompson, Alma Hopp Marjorie Stewart, Bernice Brooks, Eileen Seramur. Elaine Taylor, Mae Hofferber, Myrl Peterson Wanona Hartigan, Vada Pinter, Lucille Marlatt, Evelyn La Croix, Bernice Riley, Evelyn Doty Marguerite Seher. Agatha Wa.chter, Virginia McLaughlin, Frances Kemp. Third Row—Linda Kruger. Miss Mable Green, Jane Kindberg, Vernon Hoshaw, Norman Hack Boyd Seramur, Milford Steuer, Harry Tolan, Steve Sikorein. Irving Southworth, Ralph Biegel Erwin Purdy Anderson Burns. William Anderson, Arthur Fronek, Walter Swanson. Anthony Horst Vincent Zur- briggen. Miss Margaret Bollenbach. Fourth Row — Gilbert Wright. Paul Toomey, William Pfaff, Bryant Brown, Francis Klarkowski William Steeb, William Platt. Carol Root. Warren Wagner, Lawrence Nespital, Joe Fronek. Charles Miller, Joe Weinberg. Harry Collins. Clifford West, Thomas Howard, Ben Fronek, Fredrick Hutton Walter Yur- gilas, Robert Wilson, Mr. Poe. Sophomore Notes Who says the sophies don’t calcu¬ late? It takes crust to get along in Crown Point High School-that’s y hy we’re so prominent. If you dont like the way I say it, ask Edith Adell Doray Bermidence Dorothy Burge, the president. Did you notice the good time everyone had October 23, 1932? (Our Thanksgiving Dance.) We not only cleared $15.54, but Fredie the Freshman, Jr. learned how to dance. Well, Sophies, some one has to lead the school. The juniors and seniors have “attempted,” but have met with little success. So “up with the sophomores.” Don’t take us wrong. This is only a prophecy, but if Bobbie Wilson, like in Wood- row, is the prophecier, well hot cha! Sophomores!!! A couple of our boys are pretty good at basket ball. In fact Collins is elegance itself—and Joe Wein¬ berg — how he slays ’em. Do you know? If I had a dog, I’d name him Joe. If Hoshaw could leave the girls alone, And Collins stayed at his length Maybe Warren Wagner wouldn’t be blowing For a chance to show his strength. For if Wilson weren’t so handsome And hadn’t so much if Horst might have a chance at amatuering And Oh well, what’s the dif’? If Brown didn’t fall for Ellis Maybe Burge would try at it Thus, Fronek would become jealous And Klarkiowski’d go on a diet. We wish that Root would graduate from the cradle So Kemp would open her eyes to us. But as long as she hangs on Root We may as well rope our esopha¬ gus. When the land of brains go perch¬ ing, Call on Kruger if you will Cause Kindberg’s probl’y searching For one over-grown pill Like the one sne s Deen with lately Although West is rather stately in this spill.

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 17 FRESHMAN CLASS First Row, Left to Right—Mrs. Tracy Thomas, Lillian Fritch. Cleo Dance, Harriet Fritch. Helen Howe Kathryn Dietrich, Marjorie Muzzal. Betty Seberger, Viola Heick, Anna Kelsey, Georgia Hennin Lola Wallace. Mary Kouder, Wilma Trump, Ruth Schlueter, Lois Riley, Itha Dalton, Loretta Meicke, Sylvester Kors. Franklin Berg. Second Row—Mrs. Allman, Marie Mikuta. Edith Mattox, Carolyn Roffman, Victoria Wagonblast, Georgia Hoshaw, Mabel Buckley. Dorothy Anderson, Elizabeth Steinman, Elda Hofferber, Helen Patterson. Alys Frame. Carolyn Johnson, Thelma Pettit, Amiee Parry, Lorraine Margison, Marion Anderson, Forrest Layton. Third Row—Mr. Jones, Harley Bisselberg. James Louis. Lawrence Bodamer. Roland Lisius. Warren Houk, Stewart Connely. George Zurbriggen, Kenneth Herlitz, Billy Harper. James Watt, Arnold Henderlong, John Hershman, Morris Heldt, Robert Bunker, Albert Fiegle, Lawrence Franz. Harold Wendt, Robert Kolar, Irvin Easto. Bernard Wallace, Crowell Knight, Fred Krull, Walter Bowes Carley Bisselberg. George Klinefelter. Fourth Row—John Mecklenberg. Elmer Gard. Glen Christman. Sylvester Busse, Wilford Brown, John Borchert, Kenneth Hamilton, William Ford, John Wachter, George Laben. Joel Davis, Clyde Taylor, Jack Heide, Lawrence Toomey, Charles Hudson. Freshman Notes This year about 80 freshman en¬ rolled in C. P. H. S. One of the first things they did was to elect their class officers, who are as fol¬ lows: President, Lorraine Margison, Vice-President, Thelma Pettit; Sec¬ retary, Viola Heick; Treasurer, Bernard Wallace. The Student Council Committee representatives are: Lorraine Margison and Crow¬ ell Knight. The Booster Club Com¬ mittee representatives are Marion Anderson and Franklin Berg. The Class Sponsors are: Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Allman, Mr. Brady, and Mr. Jonas. After much discussion the class chose the colors of purple and white and the motto: “To the Stars through Difficulties.” A number of freshman boys were out for the football team. Although none of them played in any games, they showed good prospects for future years. We also had a fresh¬ man basketball team which suc¬ ceeded in beating the senior team. The senior girls gave the fresh¬ man girls a “Big Sister” party at which everyone enjoyed herself very much. There were several freshman boys and girls in the operetta, “Miss Cherry Blossom.” On February 10, after the Hobart game, we gave a dance in the club room of the Legion Building. The club room was decorated in purple and white paper, with many bal¬ loons hanging from the ceiling. Although the balloons didn’t last long, they were very pretty. Every one decided that the dance was a big success. The class was very sorry to learn of the withdrawal from school of Mary Alice Benjamin because of illness and of Russell Kramer be¬ cause of his moving to Gary. We all wonder what the Fresh¬ man boys will do next year after the senior girls are gone; but of course, there will be that sophomore girl.