Garrett High School - Aeolian Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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Athletics A LETTER TO THE 1942 SENIOR ATHLETES:— Part of any coach's reward is in reflection. You have heard me mention my former “greats”. In the years to come | will recall many new experiences from the 1941-42 season. I shall never forget you seniors of the basketball team—Bill Smurr, Jack Barnes, Louie Sapp, Philip VanDerbosch, Jack Black, Robert Wine- brenner, and Harold Fuller—as you listened silently during the minutes before our annual Auburn game while I told you that I had applied for enlistment in the U. S. Navy Air Corp Reserve and did not know if I would ever again coach for another Auburn-Garrett game; and then you boys went in there and decisively defeated the favored Red Devils. I recall the great second-half comeback against Butler, at Butler, ... the feeling that we were going to win the 1942 sectional tournament... the “unofficial’’ referees .. . and the unbelievable shock of losing... Captain Bill, your glasses ... and later your tooth... that Berne trip a couple of years back and the beau; tif{ul Christmas decorations .. . how you fellows took K'ville and then how they took us... defeating a cor- ner-conference championship Avilla team by fifteen points ... slim Jack (we want Black) toting around a tent uniform ... and late-for-practice Barnes, Sapp, Vandy, and Ike .. . and the trip to Indianapolis State Finals ... but not as “Champs of ‘42°. . . how Captain Smurr took personal charge of cheer leader, Betty Moses .. . Buelta and the Band .. . and how the whole class of sophomores helped to put over the Rail- roader tradition at the Auburn game by coming dressed as B O employees ... and how you defeated that highly touted alumnae team. I shall never forget Nick Sarpa, reporter deluxe ...the Senior Japs as volley ball champions .. . Wine- brenner’s team as league champions in 1941 with Sarpa and Harris as stars ... and one-man-team Kock of the 1942 league champions ... Getz and Irene Morris always at ping pong ... and Louie Sapp coaching “coach” on golf... and Louie’s state championship match at Indianapolis Speedway ... Jack Black as freshman in the cross-country meet... and “Do I have any check marks, Mr. Bateman?” . . . Roger Tuck's and Lowell Stuckman’s short debut as trackmen ...my talk to the whole senior class on “Spirit’’ and the fine comments about it by the Panorama... Black and Sarpa as Klingler free-throw champions. I shall live over again a season of no football victories (1940) followed by one with wins over Decatur and Portland ... then to have Huntington break our bones . . . and then our hearts ... Symon and Fuller both prostrate in one play ... and then our comeback when little Louie picked a Goshen pass out of the air and ran 90 yards to a touchdown .. . shooting the works to score a 7-0 fiirst quarter upset on Auburn, but lacking the reserves to hold off the infuriated Red Devils . . . Captain Vandy and those reverse runs and left-handed passes to Barnes of Sapp’s ... and Sapp’s lost drive against some big boy . . . and Barnes’ fleetness on 48 ... and Smurr’s drive on 46... and Symon’s pounding knees on 32... and Sapp’s punt re- turns ... and Barnes’ viscious tackles ... Symon’s knock-'em-out block-'em-out . . . Fuller's backing up the line .. . Muzzillo’s care-free kidding . . . Vanderbosch, as a sophomore, missing a letter by only one point . . . Joe Carlin dropping a touchdown pass in the North Side game... the holes we had to cut in Donald Putt’s size 12 shoes ... and the Harris that did not “fluke”. I shall remember, too, that I had tears in my eyes when I was presented with the award for the team championship at Kokomo in 1941 ... and the gold track shoe ... Bill Smurr’s :16.1 sec. low hurdles at Kokomo ... and how Eddie traded for a less favorable outside lane to start our 880-yard record breaking run... Jack Black's fourth place in the 1000 yards, giving us the running margin . . . and Jack Barnes’ fourth place in the broad jump and medley relay ... the Peru courthouse relics, when we stopped for meals (Thus did I start this Indian relic collecting or did you all?) . . . Symon and rub-downs and candy after practice with two former “greats”... Black's pulling up from behind to win the N.EJ.C. mile run champion- ship in Auburn in 1941 ... Smurr and Symon taking another double in hurdles at the N.EI.C. in 1941... Jack Black surprising and pleasing all of us in winning the N.E1.C. broad jump championship .. . how little the boys were as freshmen—Symon, Smurr, Black, Fuller, Barnes, Creager, Winebrenner, Branden- burg, and Muzzillo—and how .. . the first medals earned ... a second place in the Fort Wayne quadrangle meet when papers had us picked for fourth ... and Barnes’ 20-ft. ll-in. broad jump .. . five-steps Branden- burg on high hurdles . . . Earl Creager’s 43-ft. in shot put . . . that pass-a-man jogging exercise .. . Muncie relays ... Kokomo relays ... Northeastern Indiana Conference, Sectional, and State Track Meets of 1942 Jack Barnes, Eddy Symon, William Smurr, Louie Sapp and Philip Vanderbosch with their new honor award sweaters of royal blue... and finally the thrill and heartache of seeing you all march up for that diploma that broke the tie with you ... pleasant memories, boys . . . treasures that no one may take from me. Sincerely, COACH PARKS. Page 23

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Football Front row: Harold Fuller, James Schlosser, John Parvu, Roger Gelhausen, Harry Kelly, Wil- liam Smurr, Martin Muzzillo, Edward Symon, Jack Barnes, Louis Sapp. Second row: Coach Cameron Parks, Wilbur Simpson, LeRoy Pence, John Sarpa, Richard Lewis, Donald Putt, Alan Fitch, William Brandenburg, Loren Heinlen, Paul Bonnett, Robert Freeman, Dale Custer, Assistant Coach Paul Bateman. Back row: Clarence Powell, James Harris, Eugene Souder, Harold Custer, Richard Bond, Glee Ebersole, Darel Crooks, James Greenwalt, John Behler, Edwin Vaughn, Gerald Whirledge, Roger Leeson. FOOTBALL SCHEDULE Garrett 14—Decatur 7 Garrett O—Hicksville 0 Garrett 32—Portland 0 Garrett O—South Side 66 Garrett O—Huntington 60 Garrett 14—Goshen 39 Garrett 6—Columbia City 26 Garrett 7—Auburn 50 Names and figures on a printed page cannot tell the whole story. You've got to see the action, hear the yells—and groans, and experience that prickly feeling all up and down the spine to get the real picture of a football contest. When I look back over my senior year of football, 1 see more than games. I see my team in there fighting a good game, a clean game, and—game to the finish. I see that great hole torn in the Decatur line as Parvu cleared the way for the oncoming attack. Smurr’s all-round ability in the Portland game enabled the Railroaders to win decisively. I quiver as I recall the cracking of bones as Symon hit Gross- man to keep another touchdown from piling up the score in the Huntington battle. Jack Barnes’ all-round star performance in the Auburn duel is something I shall respect. My spine tingles as I think of little Louie Sapp, at the Goshen game, dashing, twisting, squirming, and fiinally outrunning the last man who could have stopped him from making a 100-yard touchdown run. Perhaps the Hicksville game would not have ended in a tie had it not been for the unusual tackling ability of Fuller. As my mind wanders back to the Columbia City slaughter, in which the participants’ bodies were smeared with that fluid composed of red and white corpuscles commonly known as blood, I see 225 pounds of man and muscle, Don Putt plugging up that big gap in the line. Big Martin Muzzillo, comedian of the squad and his brilliant defensive work in the Decatur game shall always have a place in my memory. I shall never forget seeing Fluke Harris in the Auburn game. His desperate tackles kept the opponents on several occasions from running up a larger score. When he stabbed them they knew they were stabbed. When all the rest of my football experiences shall have been forgotten I shall still remember the kind words of Coach Parks. There truly was never a better man who thought as much of his players. I shall al- ways love and respect him. Along with Coach Parks I want to pay tribute to another fine man, Assistant Coach Bateman. His smile and helping hand I shall never forget. Sincerely, PHIL VANDERBOSCH. Page 25