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

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THIS IS THE WAY Hey, watch that waist line, Betty. Candy’s fattening: but we all seem to enjoy what little there is to be had, The favorite pastime at noon while many await that one o’clock bell is a general chit-chat in the study hall and a continual nibbling at a candy bar sold to the students on this particular day by Eleanor Irons. And now, Jonnie, since you’ve a candy bar—let’s go to the bookstore and buy a War Savings Stamp. The kids out of town really appre¬ ciate those busses in bad weather. While the town chilluns’ have to walk to their door steps, the country stud¬ ents are saving their shoe leather even though precious tires are being used. After the headaches of the day’s school work and activities are over and the studious crowd of young peo¬ ple are on their homeward journey, we find Joe encountering the largest task of the day, sweeping and cleaning up after such unthoughtful people. On Monday and Wednesday nights at seven o’clock we f.nd the student body a bit different thr.n that of the day. Here we find mothers, fathers and past graduates along with present students working overtime for war¬ time educational preparation. Some of the Victory courses which one might have taken were shop, engineer¬ ing drawing, shorthand, typing, Span¬ ish, and English composition.

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DAY TO DAY . . “Good Morning,—Is your cold bet¬ ter?” This is the friendly greeting Mrs. Miller extends to various tardy pupils at the attendance window. Those tardy this morning are Pat Neises, Jackie Mikuta, Martha Wei- land, Courtney Manders and Lavergne Smith. Only too often we forget that the consequences of tardiness are inefficiency, lack of responsibility, and unfairness to ourself, our lessons and our teachers. Wonder what latest reports would be if General Mac- Arthur’s men had been tardy? Mrs. Miller not only handles well the attendance each day, but she is also the student reminderer. (Announce¬ ments to you!) In the halls we hear the echoes of slamming locker doors, the giggles fol¬ lowing korny “little moron” jokes, the hum of the usual classroom recita¬ tions, and once in a while the steady clicking of the office typewriters so capably handled by Miss Eileen Neth- ery and Miss Ella Blackstone. By the way, Miss Nethery is a recent addition to our office force and a very welcomed one. Just ask Miss Blackstone, who has had a very good taste of being swamped in work. Uirmmm, mi hty appetizing when that third-period emptiness gets you. Make way when the bell rings for these hungry faces must be fed. Where l etter than the home economics cottage could you find a steaming, tasty lunch? Each day these Victory Vittles are prepared by Miss Albright’s home ec. classes. The classes are divided into groups which plan the menu, buy the needed foodstuffs, prepare the food, serve the lunch, and clean up. Many students respond well by filling the lunch room. Pictured with the tempt¬ in ' ; food are Bob Wockner and Helen Wornhoff.

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Holiday Highlights Our school year was not all work and no play. At Thanksgiving time the student body expressed well the spirit of giving. Food donated by the students was arranged in baskets ac¬ cording to the needs of the family to which it would later be delivered, and in this way we accomplished a great good. This project was sponsored by the Sunshine Club. Shown in the pic¬ ture are Jean Palmer and Libby Rawlings. Harry Lundgren is caught in a mo¬ ment of relaxation with his yo-yo. The renewal of this fad lasted a few short weeks. Other fads equally im¬ portant were gaudy plaid shirts and heavy work shoes. It is claimed that shoe rationing brought this on! A little later came the white junior class sweaters and the flashy red Commando Sweater girls ? Sure, why not when they’re in the senior royal blue and white. These sweaters have shown their colors for three years now and the wearers are indeed proud of them. This year we ' ve had to share the honor of colorful class sweaters with the white and black sweaters of the juniors and the customary red and white of our Lettermen. Those pic¬ tured are Wanda Mathews, Joan Hoff¬ man, and Iris Graper. “I’ll be down to get you in a taxi, Honey’’ are the strains often heard being played by Jim Parramore’s Dixieland Band. Their debut was successfully accepted at the Freshman Dance. Because of the scarcity of men three girls have assisted in mak¬ ing their band super-colossal. They specialize in everything from the latest symphonies to the jazziest swing. Those pictured are maestro Jim, Cecil Conquest, Everett Teagle, and Walter Eilts. Not pictured are Dorothy Falkiner, Joanne Cox and Mary Clark. Page Twenty Six