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

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS and Junior’s Uncle Hector Spencer (Bernard Pressler) is put in a tight place by the kids. Junior’s older brother, Spencer (Douglas Dickey) is in love with Lenore and writes poems to her. Grandma Spencer (Margaret Baum) with Uncle Hec¬ tor, make a very funny comedy. Dr. Springer (Jack Fuerst) is a nice veterinary who cured the sick pigs. The play was a big “hit”. Much of the credit goes to Miss Bollen- back for her indefatigable energy, patient understanding and fine directing. (It was lots of fun, too.) If the depression ever hit any¬ body, it certainly did hit the juniors. They sold popcorn, peanuts, and candy. With money from these sales, the dances and the class play, we finally had enough to give the seniors a fitting banquet in May. This year as dignified seniors, we elected Edward Glover as president; Malcolm Clark, vide-president; Douglas Dickey, treasurer; and Anna Mae Thompson, secretary. Voting f or king and queen at the carnival was more exciting than it has ever been. (Did you see the seniors running around begging money for their candidates, and selling chances on animals?) Doug¬ las Dickey and Dorothy Volk were the senior candidates. After many pennies, dimes and dollars were put in the box, Dorothy Volk was elected queen. Edward Glover, William Fifield, Douglas Dickey, James Kubal, Will¬ ard Paarlberg, John Louis, Donald Woods, Andrew Place, Malcolm Parry were on the football team. For their fine playing all of them received nice red sweaters. The basketball team had the fol¬ lowing seniors on it: James Kubal, William Fifield, and Douglas Dickey. The operetta, “The Sunbonnet Girl” was given January 23. Vir¬ ginia Lane had the lead as Sun- bonnet Sue. Edward Glover was the hero, John Louis, Mary Hargrove, William Fifield, Ann Johnson, Bern¬ ard Pressler, Gladys Anderson, and Herman Scholl were seniors in the cast. The first senior dance was given after the North Judson basketball game. The seniors are looking forward to a spring dance, the annual and other school activities before they leave their Alma Mater. Mr. McMicheal: Just a month ago today my bride and I started in. We agreed that we would point out each others faults freely. Mr. Atkins: Are you still doing it? Mr. McMicheal: No, we haven t spoken to each other for 29 days. Fritz Heisterberg: Just one more question, uncle. Uncle: What is it this time, Bob? Fritz: If a boy is a lad and he has a step-father, is the boy a step- ladder? Wife: Here’s an advertisement of a new kind of shirt that hasn’t any buttons. Mr. Seamonson: That’s nothing new, I’ve been wearing that kind for years. Mrs. McMicheal: I suppose if I were to die to-morrow you’d marry, some other woman immediately? Mr. McMicheal: Not right away: I’d take a little rest first. Bill Harper: Aw, I don’t want to, doggone it! Esther Harper: What’s the mat¬ ter, Bill? Bill Harper: I don’t see why I can’t cover my face with paint and powder when it’s dirty, the same as you do instead of havin’ to wash it. Fred Krull: You look sweet enough to eat, Eleanor. Eleanor: I do eat. Where shall we go? Clothing Salesman: Here’s a nice feature in this suit—a change poc¬ ket provided with a patent snap to prevent losses. Mr. Jones: Haven’t you one with a combination lock? Snaps mean nothing to my wife. Joe Fronek: “Schnozzle” Yurgilas has a great scheme for getting out of school on nice days. P. Toomey: What’s that? Joe Fronek: He washes his face at noon and then the teacher thinks he’s sick and sends him home. “Did I step on your foot?” asked “Killer” K. after crowding into a seat at the movies. Edith Burge: It was either you or an elephant. Dan Andemacht: I don’t like these pictures you took of me—they make me look like a monkey. Mr. Sutton: I can’t help that. You should of thought of that be¬ fore you had ’em taken. Jane Kindberg: I wish to buy a fashionable dress. Clerk: Yes, madam, will you have it too tight or too long, or both? Grocer: What do you want, sonny? John Louis: I’m trying to remem¬ ber what I’m supposed to get in this jug. Grocer: What jug? John Louis: Oh, I forgot the jug. D. Dickey: Women are a riddle aren’t they? M. Clark: That’s right, they keep us constantly guessing and still we hate to give them up. P. Pratt: How much are those apples? Storekeeper: Fifteen cents a peck? P. Pratt: What do you think I am a bird? F. Berg: I dropped my watch in the river and it’s been running since. H. Collins: What, the same watch F. Berg: No, the river. E. Seramur: What is the bump you have on your forehead? M. Clark: Oh, that is where a thought struck me. D. Dickey: Great Scott! I’ve for¬ gotten who wrote “Ivanhoe.” D. Andemacht: I’ll tell if you tell me who the dickens wrote “A Tale of Two Cities.”

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS SENIOR CLASS Top Row: Willard Paarlberg, Donald Woods, Billy Fifield, Bob Heisterberg, Andrew Place, Malcolm Parry, Herbert Bremer, Clarence Wachter, John Louis, Harold Bartholomew, Harold Herlitz, Raymond Schmidt, Bernard Pressler, Luther Dance, Earle Dille. Second Row: Douglas Dickey, Dan Andemacht, John Banser, H. Malcolm Clark, Jimmy Kubal, Herman Scholl, Billy Davies, Clayton Steiner, Howard Meyer, Cornelius vanWoerden, Jack Fuerst, Ed. Glover, Mr. Jones, advisor. Third Row: Clarabella Guske, Virginia Lane, Mary Hargrove, Ann Johnson, Esther Harper, Wilma Stewart, Mary Dixon, Margaret Duve, Loretta Schleuter. Bottom Row: Lillian Mikuta, Florence Fischer, Adalyn Kerr, Dorothea Selkow, Elsie Karn, Mrs. McMichael advisor, Edna Mae Buckley, Margaret Jacobs, Gladys Anderson, Anna May Thompson, Dorathy Volk. Charlotte Wemple, Bertha Kiefer, Marcella Collins. Senior Class History In September 1930 eighty-five freshmen began the long grind through four years of high school. The following class officers were elected that fall: president, William Fifield; vice-president, Harold Tay¬ lor; and secretary-treasurer, Mal¬ colm Clark. Again after three months’ vaca¬ tion, we started our sophomore year by electing Douglas Dickey, president; Dorothy Volk, secretary- treasurer. Several boys showed fine ability i in athletics this year. William Fi¬ field was on the varsity, and Doug¬ las Dickey and James Kubal were on the football team. Malcolm Clark, John Louis, Clarence Wach¬ ter, Delbert Fisher, and Douglas Dickey were on the second team of basketball. In the high school operetta given during our sophomore year, Vir- gina Lane, with her unusual talent, had the lead as a charming gypsy maid. Edward Glover and Bernard j Pressler distinguished themselves also, in this operetta. The following four sophomore girls were taken into the Pepinella Club: Ann Johnson, Virginia Lane, Wilma Stewart, and Marcella Col¬ lins. The class had two students who won honors for themselves as well as the school. Virginia Lane wrote an essay on George Washington which won a medal from the D. A. R. Bernard Pressler, who plays a sliding trombone, won first place in the National Orchestra Contest in Detroit. In the fall of 1933 John Louis was elected president; Virginia Lane was elected vice-president; and Dorothy Volk, secretary-treasurer. William Fifield, Douglas Dickey, James Kubal, and Dan Andemacht were on the football varsity. Fine potential ability for football was shown by John Louis, Andrew Place, Malcolm Parry, and Edward Glover. In basketball Douglas Dickey, John Louis, and James Kubal did their bit as subs. The most thrilling time in the lives of some of the juniors was the class play, “Pigs,” by Anne Morri¬ son, which was presented November 15. Tommy Atkins, Jr. (John Louis) decided to help his father, Thomas Atkins, Sr. (Ed. Glover) financially, by buying some pigs, then selling them for profit. He is encouraged in more ways than one by his fian¬ cee, Mildred Cushing (Mary Har¬ grove). Besides buying sick pigs, which Junior pays for with his mother’s (Ann Johnson) ring, they blackmail Mildred’s cousin, Lenore Hastings, (Virginia Lane.) Who is spoiled by her wealthy father. Smith Hastings, (William Fifield)

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CROWN POINT INKLINGS Senior Class Prophecy New York City January 12, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, I arrived safely after a rather stormy voyage, and I am feeling- fine. I am surely glad to be in the dear old U. S. A. again after the years I spent in studying medicine on the other side. I want to thank you, again, for the hospitality I enjoyed in your beautiful London home. Just to think that you are now a member of a royal family, and especially such an adorable one as Lord Seamonson’s relatives seem¬ ed to indicate. Shall write more fully in a few days’ time, as I must report at the hospital at once. As ever, Wilma Stewart New York City January 16, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, You are waiting to hear, I know, of my experiences here in New York City. I promised to let you know about any of our mutual friends if I should happen to see or hear of any of them. To my surprise, the happenings came almost at once. The first person to greet me was Earl Dillie, who has been here for many years and has become an es¬ tablished New Yorker. He has mingled with the big men of the city for some time and recently has been appointed official greeter by the mayor. He certainly knows his job. Probably his training as yell leader, in old Crown Point High helped him. A ballistic expert was brought to the hospital a few days ago to have his shoulder probed for a bullet. Who should it be but Jimmy Kubal? You know, Jimmy was always fond of guns. He, evidently, has become so used to looking down gun muz¬ zles, that he is now a bit careless. I went with a party of friends to a famous night club not long ago and was greeted by Margaret Baum, the hostess. I was certainly glad to see her. She told me that Mary Hargrove was leading lady in “The Big, Bad Man” at the Knickerbock¬ er Theatre nearby. I must see her soon. She also said that Lillian Mikuta was becoming a well known artist in Greenwich Village and was a favorite in the colony. Who should come into the club, while I was there, but Danny Andernacht with a dazzling platinum blonde on his arm? (Is there anything that looks better than a blonde in blue?! I found that he is a manufacturer at Cleveland, Ohio. The King of Shaving Cream, he might be called, as his products are known all over the world. Shall write again. Give my love to your delightful family. As ever. Wilma Chicago, Illinois March 16, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, Here am I in Chicago at the Tray¬ lor Memorial Hospital, which has been established for several years on the South Shore. My journey by plane was especially enjoyable, be¬ cause Billy Davies was the pilot. He is now the chief pilot on one of the fastest air lines in the United States. Dr. Cornelius Van Woerden is head of the medical staff here and Virginia Lane is head nurse. Two of our friends are patients. Ray¬ mond Schmidt, who is city chemist, met with an accident in his labor¬ atory; and Robert Hargrove, who is well known as a cartoonist, has an affliction of the arm muscles. Both, however are doing nicely, i When I turned on the radio in their room the other day, Bernard Pressler’s voice greeted me. As an¬ nouncer, he is A Number One. His trombone playing in old days is responsible, I suppose, for his deep mellow voice. He brought a mess¬ age from Jack Fuerst, who is ex¬ ploring in Little America and study- | ing the effect of cosmic rays on the snow crystals of the Antartic region. I Last Friday. I had an appoint¬ ment at the beauty salon of Ma¬ dame Le Grand, and my operator was Esther Harper. As her deft fingers massaged and marceled, she . told me of Dorothea Selkow, who is ! a designer of costumes at the R. K. O. studios in Hollywood. Edna Mae Buckley, whose hair was al¬ ways an inspiration, poses for “ads” of the various hair preparations of the Hollywood Marvel Company Billy Fifield, she said, is coach at the University of Southern Cali¬ fornia. As I was reading the Chicago Daily News, I ran across the column devoted to “Alice to the Lovel orn”. It was edited by Anna Mae Thomp¬ son. I have a call at the hospital, to I must go. Wilma P. S. Clayton Steiner was the patient at the hospital. He is ele¬ phant trainer with the Wallacs- Hagenbeck circus. His favorite, ld Mary, accidentally squeezed him against a post. He is recovering; but Mary, they say, is so sorry and homesick for him, that she refuses to perform. Must get this off at once. As ever, Wilma Cnicago, Illinois June 2, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, I have been in Indianapolis, and I know you will want to hear of the marvelous elevated roadway over which I traveled. It is the only one of its kind in the United States and built by Andrew Place, now one of the leading contractors of the Middle West. It is of concrete, 100 feet wide, and for long distance travel only. Entrances are every 25 miles. Since no trucks or Aus¬ tins are allowed, it is a delightful boulevard for the speedier cars. I witnessed the Memorial Day races and saw Bob Heisterberg win the 500 mile race in his new Heis¬ terberg Special. I had a lovely visit with the former Ann Johnson