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

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Miss Richards of the art depart¬ ment is one of our newly-acquired faculty members. Our high school artists whose murals decorate our halls show evidence of her be¬ hind-the-scenes coaching. The unusual is expect¬ ed and usually occurs in Miss Lauterbur’s English, journalism, and typing classes, for her journalistic arts extend far beyond her sponsorship of the INK¬ LINGS. Every year brings her back, we are happy to say, to the English Department and C. P. H. S. This year Mrs. Mracek teaches Fresh¬ man. Sophomore, and Junior English. I write no poem men’s hearts to thrill, No song I sing to lift men’s souls; To battle front, no soldiers lead; In halls of state I boast no skill; I just teach school. I just teach school. But poet’s thrill. And singer ' s joy, and soldier’s lire. And stateman ' s power—all—all are mine; For in this little group where still I just teach school Are poets, soldiers, statesmen—all; I see them in the speaking eye. In face aglow with purpose strong. In straightened bodies, tense and tall. When I teach school. And they, uplifted, gaze intent On cherished heights they soon shall reach. And mine the hands that led them on! And I inspired—therefore content, I still teach school. Mrs. Palmer, our cap¬ able girls’ gym and health teacher, also puts her time and talents into the G. A. A. If any occasion in C. P. H. S. called for food. Miss Porter, home economics teacher, would whisk it out of nowhere. She carefully plans our school lunches. PAGE ELEVEN

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The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome like, but still A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the rea¬ per in the shed; The hosses in they’r stalls below—the clover overhead!— O’ it sets my heart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock. “When the Frost Is on the Punkin”— James Whitsomb Riley At every football game you see him—top coat and all; in every club organized he takes an interest. Whether behind the scenes offering encouragement or in front as the most entertained spectator, Mr. Erwin at¬ tends the Senior Play. As an appreciative music lover, Mr. Erwin listens to the band concert; with an approving nod of the head he surveys the Thanksgiving baskets. The division of labor between juniors and seniors in running the concession stand at the football games is an example of Mr. Erwin’s plea for teamwork. PAGE THIRTEEN