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

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24 CROWN POINT I NKLINGS THE SCUM “Jinny” Benjamin has tough luck on her dales with Freddie the freahman. His father comes in Lamsons and drags him home be¬ fore he can escort his lady fair to the door. Do you remember the sigh Mary Anna used to heave when Bing came out on the floor in basketball? What can it be—you guess. Just who is Peg Boye’s choice? Is It Bill Fifield or Kenny Linton? She has been flitting from one throne to another—can it last? She may get stuck. Haniford, entering restaurant: Do you serve shrimps here? Waiter: Sure, sit right down; we serve everybody. Edith Burge: Do you think my mouth is pretty? Pat Patterson: Prettiest in the world, dear. I’d be willing to put mine against it anytime. Wilma Adank called up Dyer one night and informed Johnny that papa was polishing his trusy 45. Whoa! Look out, John! Mr. Malcom Parry—The latest answer to a maiden’s prayer. Eddie Glover dated Virginia Lane and Malcom took them in his own car—That is what I call a pal, E. Margison: I can’t accept your attentions, Dick. Dick Madsen: Well, the least you could do is to return them. How is the “Sweetest thing in the world” treating you, Dean, my boy? Love is a beautiful thing you told us once, but don’t let it get you down. Take the advice of the two old maestroes. It was once stated that Haniford was ready to drop his little ro¬ mance with the fair Miss Fisher— We are still waiting. It isn’t as easy as you say is it, Kenny? You should not be so free in your state¬ ments just because you took a little ride with one of the Holley twins. Just imagine all the gas consum¬ ed going to Chicago every week¬ end, in Geisen’s Buick. Vera surely is a lot of expense. Is she not, Vemie? I kissed her in the garden The moon was shining bright, She was a marble statue For I was drunk that nite. Who is the most jealous boy in school?—Bert Ellis. Is true love like that? Who is the man who can earn his stripes for lady slaying?—Plugger, how many do you wear? Louis Miller says the one good thing about a bum foot is that all the women have to come to him. What a man! Life is one fool thing after an¬ other Love is two fool things after each other. Imagine some people’s conceit, when the girls have a fault meeting, the boys clamor around demand¬ ing to know what they said about them, when they probably weren’t even mentioned. At last Stonex has come into his own. He is giving McLaughlin the same run around she has beeen giving him for years—Keep it up, Male, we’re glad to see it. In the parlor there were three Rube, a parlor lamp, and she Two is company, without a doubt, And so the parlor lamp went out. A bachelor is one who doesn’t make the same mistake once. It is rumored that a budding ro¬ mance is in progress betwen Janet Holley and Jack Fuerst. Rube Vo. ' k plus Griffith equal Lizzy. H ' ere is something we admire. The romance between D. Madsen and E. Margison. It has blossom¬ ed throughout their whole high school career. Good luck both of you. There are meters of accent And meters of tone But the best of all meters Is to meet her alone. Famous last words: 1. Elaine, you’re the one I adore, I only admire Garbo. 2. I’ll just pass out of the pic¬ ture whenever you say Sally. 3. Her mother named her Eliza¬ beth and I want you to call her that. 4. I’m Carol Root, just leave everything to me. Mart. Perry: You know Dick there are lots of couples who do not pet in parked cars? Dick Collins: Ya, the woods are full of them. Janis Holley was seen outside the Waldorf Astoria the other nite- -She has never been inside. Who is destined to be the belle of the school?-Our own Phillis Burroughs. What a break for the Freshmen and Sophomores. We understand that Billie Gilbey has been stepping out with a champion. Who can it be?—Why it is Primo Canero. What a girl! What was it the whole school was laughing about the other day? Oh, I recall. Janet Holley thought that Sex Education was a Co-ed | school.

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 23 «=®£) The Pepinellas organized at the beginning of the year and elected their officers. Clarmilta Kerr was elected president; Ann Johnson, vice-president; and Wilma Weber, secretary and treasurer. Mrs. Sea- monson continued to be our advisor. We made a brief schedule of the year’s activities which consisted of a date dance, candy and ticket sales at football games, and initiation of new members at the end of the year, and a little Pep at assembly meet¬ ings when it was needed. Thus the Pepinellas organized for ’32 and ’33. We sold candy at the Lowell game and also conducted the assembly program before the game. Do you remember when the girls wore the boy’s sweaters and each girl gave a little speech in place of some play¬ er? Didn’t they talk,—or rather attempt to talk, just like the boys. The big affair on December twen¬ ty-eighth, the date dance, went off in great style even if our basketball heroes weren’t there. Of course they were missed, especially by some of the girls. Well, anyway, every¬ body seemed to enjoy himself, so the date dance was marked a huge success. Next in line was initiation and what a time! Maybe you noticed around school about twenty-one sophomores and juniors who couldn’t be distinguished from lun¬ atics. Those were pledges. They wore odd shoes, no belts, and make¬ up on half of their faces. Sad too, for a whole week they couldn’t talk to boys during school hours or have dates. That was pretty tough on some of the girls, but they survived that. One of our regular members reported that a certain grocer up town wanted to know if some of the high school girls were going or had gone crazy. He was rather worried because he saw several girls skat¬ ing to school, and they were carry¬ ing umbrellas on a sunny day. Just a little more evidence that Pepin- ella was taking in new members. Did you happen to notice— Elaine Taylor trying to convince Dean that she couldn’t talk to him? Esther Harper biting off her fin¬ gernails because she couldn’t talk to anyone? Pauline Pratt carrying that big drawing to school for Wilma Frame? Edith Burge using the sign language when talking to Pat. (No talking to boys, you know.) Frances Kemp kissing the gym floor? Bertha Keifer carrying books and more books for the girls? Virginia McLaughlin trying to keep from talking? These are but a few of the little comedies that we were treated to during the week. Then came the big night of final initiation. It was a never-to-be for¬ gotten night as far as the pledges were concerned. Just ask them if you don’t believe it. Tears seem¬ ed to be in order, too, but we had to excuse them because it really was some initiation. Anyway most of the pledges showed themselves to be real sports and so another initia¬ tion has ended and all of the little pledges are now full pledged Pepin¬ ellas. Following is a list of the new members: Vada Pinter Esther Harper Lorraine Selkow Loretta Schlueter Margaret Duve Elaine Taylor Bertha Kiefer Frances Kemp Mary Dixon Adalyn Kerr Mary Hargrove Dorothy Volk Edith Burge Margaret Jacobs Eileen Seramur Pauline Pratt Lorene Ellis Dorothea Selkow Jane Kindberg Anna Mae Thompson Virginia McLaughlin The majority of the club, until the last initiation, consisted of Senior girls who will soon be alumni. Next year the club will or¬ ganize with, but a few exceptions, an entirely new group of members. It is the wish of the Senior out¬ going members, that the club con¬ tinue to co-operate with the school as they have in the past and exhibit the real Pep and sportsmanship for which the club stands. Signed: SENIOR PEP MEMBERS

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS 25 Perhaps In some distant day A traveler passing by this way Will read these epitaphs in the cemetery Of the good old class of ’33. A nice girl was Helen Sutton But she choked herself on a piece of mutton. Here lies old Bill Fateh He got “peppered” one night in a water-melon patch. Dean Harper got a fractured joint When he failed to go to Cedar Point Wilma Weber’s green mound is under the sky While she strums harp strings up on high. We next find Caroline Schmidt, just think, She fell in the cistern, kerplink. Next in line is Florence Underwood While on earth she did all she could. There’s Emery Adams not far away He and Florence were friends in their day. There’s the grave of Ethel Fitch She died scratching the seven-day itch. This marker says Beulah Lisius She passed out one nite when dry¬ ing dishes. Sad but true, here is Stella Liss To think the poor gal came to this! Dorothea Rushton was sure to get her man But he hit her on the head with a frying pan. Evelyn and Dick were a cute pair, Hope they’re enjoying themselves up there. Elsie Sulista, though so smart Met her finish by Cupid’s dart. Martha Peterson one day in Beecher Was at a game and fell off the bleacher. Here lies the Farquhar girl, Winnie She went on a diet and got too skinny. Ed Henderlong was a walking book of knowledge , So now he’s president of Heaven’s college. Joe Valdman started back to the old country But fell into the briny sea. The Hershman girls, Lois and Lucile Fell from their seat on the ferris wheel. Pat Patterson went the way of most men Till Judgment Day we won’t see him again. Ralph Marlatt too has joined the Harp Band Everyone up there thinks his music is grand. He was once a sailor, Walter Wei- land, He went on the sea but didn’t reach dry land. Peg Boye lived to an old age As an actress on the New York stage There is the tomb of Billie Gilbey She’s dead now and always will be. Bert Ellis was a hearty eater But now he’s lunching with St. Peter. Up there they teach mathematics And their teacher is Malcolm Stonex. While in Japan, Margaret Dovichi Drove in the ditch with her jinricki. Handy and Sally were happy, of course Until she went to Reno for a divorce If in Heaven there’s a Harem It belongs to Danny Oram. If the Holley girls had any luck One was “Nip” and the other “Tuck”. Tuffy Houk was always full of pep But on a tight rope she lost her step. This is the end of Ammon Aken He ate too much ham and bacon. Alice Luke is dead and gone She loved a man but not for long. Vernon and Lawrence, the Patz boys, Have tasted their fill of earthly joys. A healthy boy was Julian Moran But he got too much summer tan. A home-loving gal was Ethel Mur¬ ray But she brought on her death by too much worry.