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

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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

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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 11 also. Her husband is minister of the Sixth Avenue church. She said that Elsie Karn was private secre¬ tary to the chief aide of the gover¬ nor. We drove out to the estate of Marcella Collins, who has an at¬ tractive place just outside the city, where she and her husband train their thoroughbred horses. The Circle Theatre is managed by Lor¬ etta Schlueter and is said to be one of the best playhouses in the city. Coming home, I stopped at La¬ fayette where Adalyn Kerr owns a quaint roadside inn. She informed me that Clarabell Guske who is court stenographer at Rensselaer, is very busy and happy, and Gladys Anderson, who lives in Muncie, is a valued contributer to the Parents’ Magazine and is noted for her sensible ideas on child training. On my trip, I saw num¬ erous Clark service stations with the famous Clark oils and gaolines that have made a fortune for our old friend, Malcolm. I understand he is now prospecting in Death Valley, which is underlaid with an almost pure form of petroleum, ac¬ cording to late scientific discover¬ ies. I am attending the Crown Point alumni banquet on June twentieth, so will have more to tell you soon. Your friend, Wilma. Chicago, Illinois June 28, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, Such loads of things that I have to tell you. My visit in Crown Point was the first one in years The alumni banquet was a “grand” reunion, of course, but the changes in the lives of our friends, and, also. the city were most interesting. Edward Glover is following in his father’s footsteps and is mayor of the city. He was the main speaker of the evening. Clarence Wachter, who is an efficient sheriff, guards well the peace of the community. John Banser is an alderman and prominent in political affairs of the First Ward, which has greatly in¬ creased its boundaries in the last ten years. Douglas Dickey is editor of the Crown Point Daily News and has a large printing plant on the corner of East and Joliet streets. Mar¬ garet Duve is editor of the society page. Harold Herlitz is president of the Crown Point Trust and Sav¬ ings Bank, an imposing building on the corner of Main and Joliet. New school buildings stand where the old North Ward was and where the Wendel greenhouse once .cas. They were built by Donald Wood, local contractor. Domestic science is taught by Bertha Kiefer and kindergarten, Florence Fisher. The elaborate play ground system is efficiently managed by Margaret Jacobs and Mary Dixon. Malcolm Parry, who has become a full fledged lawyer, is running for state representative. Luther Dance is a sales representative of the famous Brown Derby line of Hart. Schaffner Marx Company. One of the new factories located here is the Paarlberg Tomato Juice factory. Willard is president of the concern which is nationally cele¬ brated for its delicious drink. The County Fair Grounds, always a beautiful spot, is enlarged and known as the finest grounds in the state and, perhaps, in the entire country. Clifford and Harold Bar¬ tholomew have the management and are very successful in their work. John Louis grows onion seed on a large scale for several large seed houses. Following the teachings of his father, he makes “good ac¬ counting” of every seed sown. Her¬ bert Bremer has a big poultry farm, known for its splendid White Ply¬ mouth Rock line. Independence Hill, which has grown immensely in the last few years, has a very elaborate dine and dance hall run by Howard Meyers. Among the prominent guests at the banquet were Charlotte Wem- ple, who is becoming famous as a coloratura soprano, and Herman Scholl, comedian of radio land. I must be tiring you with this long letter. Au revoir, Wilma. New York City August 5, 1945 Dear Lady Ellen, Hurrah, I shall soon be seeing you again! I ‘was called here about three weeks ago to consult with physicians about the case of Prince David Mdivani’s youngest son, who was quite ill for awhile. The princess is none other than Dorothy Volk, who married the prince after his latest divorce and has made him into a model husand. They have three splendid young sons. The little one is recovering nicely. They are going to Vienna soon and have asked me to accompany them on the journey across. Robert Sellers is valet to the prince, so we shall be quite an old time group. Auf Wiedersehen, Wilma Stewart P. Toomey: I almost sold these shoes. W. Wagner: You did? P. Toomey: Yep, I had them half- soled. C. Knight: There is one queer thing about a ship. Kip Brown: What is it? C. Knight: Well, the time to tell how many knots she can make is when she isn’t tied up. Mrs. Allman: Can I get bean, coffee on this floor? Clerk: No, madam. You’ll get. that upstairs. This is the ground floor. Mr. Jones: I hear Einstein’s new theory is selling in pamphlet form for 25 cents. D. Andernacht: I’d sooner have the quarter. I can at least make I head or tail out of that. A. Place: I’ve made a great dis¬ covery. Duke Atkins: Well, what is it? A. Place: I’ve found out the heavy end of a match is the light end. Miss Taggart: What does the pre¬ fix “mag” mean? M. Parry: Large. Miss Taggart: Give an illustra¬ tion. M. Parry: I like magpies.