La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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26 LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. wanted to gather a little information before going around the city to see the sights so entered a printing house. George Raymond Hulverson with an important walk and a pen in hand stepped up to me and asked me if he could do any- thing for me. I told him he couldn’t do me for anything, but that he might be able to furnish me with some informa- tion as to the location of a number of other old chums. First of all I wanted to know where Alexander was. 1 was not in the least surprised when he told me Harold was “devil” in the establishment, and yet 1 was not able to figure out how such a fat man as Alexander could successfully hold down a job of that importance. George informed me that he was editor and part owner of the printing house, and 1 knew he was making a success of it as he was one time the editor of the LaI'orte High School Review. To give me an idea as to the nature of the paper printed by the firm, George sent the “devil” after a recent issue of the pa- per, and handed it to me. “Mill Creek Wind Shooter” was the name and I glanced up and down the columns in search of news that might be interesting to me. In staring head- lines I saw the words, “()range Grove Devasted by an Earthquake.” 1 was somewhat startled by that news and more so when I saw that Frank Bohland was the heaviest loser. Hulverson ventured to tell me that Frank and Rose had gone to California to live, and I concluded that Boh- land’s last resort now would be to start up his former oc- cupation of “grafting.” There was not a bit of doubt in my mind as to whether or not he would succeed in that un- dertaking. for I knew many a lad in the LaI'orte High School had suffered losses while he was around. I turned over to the sporting page and was looking over the basket ball results when 1 saw the names Y. Smith and M. Smith. The girls’ basket ball team of ’07 in the La- Porte High School was composed mostly of Smiths, and an idea struck me that these two girls might have been mem- bers of that team. I turned to Hulverson for light on the subject and he told me that Margorie and Vera Smith were playing basket hall in Chicago with the University of that little city. In reading the acount of the game they had played against North western. I saw that “Red” had dis-

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LA PORT Ii HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. 25 how he had easily captured the dashes at Notre Dame in 07 when the Northern Indiana Track Meet was held there, and how he won the gold medal by making sixteen points. I thought it was no more than right to ask Hoover how he was getting along, so inquired as to his success with the razor. He uttered a groan of despair, and with eyes turned upwards and with quivering lips said that the only person that would come to him was Lyn Barnes, and that as long as he had nothing to shave ( ?), he had not been there for a long time. I told Hoover to cheer up. that the worst was yet to come. I gave him a parting farewell and went out of the door with a heavy heart, as I was sorry that Harry was having such a struggle in life. I glanced across the road and saw a millinery store owned by Garwood and Schnurr. I wondered at first bow it happened that Lillian should be situated just across the road from Hoover. Then I thought of the old saying that “Love will find a way, and I was contented. I felt much happier now. as I knew Hoover would have some one to console him in his grief. At the same time I wondered where R. Parkhouse was. I walked a couple of blocks down the main thoroughfare when the word. “Chemists,’ took my eye. I resolved to find out who was owner of the estab- lishment and entered the place with a bold front. 1 left the door open when I entered and the first words that greeted me were, “Now see here; you ought to know better than to leave that door open.” I recognized the person as being A. M. Otwell, the man who could give out O. K. slips faster than the pupils could take them from him. Over to my left I saw a tall dark complexioned youth, and recognized him as being Claire Fail, when he said. “How are you. kid?” I enquired into their business and Claire said he and Otwell were in partnership, and had built up a thriving business. At the same time I wondered where B. S. Gerdes was, but was much consoled when he entered the room inquiring as to the location of some II. 2 S. attar of roses in disguise. When I heard that symbol, I said Good bye in a hurry and left the place before Prof. Otwell could offer me an O. K. slip. . . I had seen enough of Union Mills for this time, so jumped into an auto and took a ride over to Mill Creek. I

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LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. 27 tinguished herself in playing a great game at center, while Vera had made half the points for her team by throwing baskets in the free throws. I knew these girls were great players, for who wouldn't be after the training they receiv- ed under Coach Luce in 1907. My next stop was at Springville. and as I was about to enter the town I saw some boys playing base ball in a wheat field. Being a great lover of the American sport, I made up my mind to watch the game for a few minutes. The Springfield boys were at bat I was informed, md they were playing their annual series with Pinhook. The Pinhook twirler was throwing snakes of every description around the necks of the Springfield batters, and he had them com- pletely under his mercy. I was anxious to know who he was. and asked a little’ fellow who was standing near and watching the game with great interest. He said that it was Peglow, of Greater LaPorte, and after a while I recognized the fellow as the same one that used to throw the spit ball on the High School Campus, and who at one time was terribly ill with “Dementia Baseballia. 1 went thru the town taking in everything that I could see (and a few that 1 could not), when I met another friend who had been a prominent figure in the High School in the days of '07. It was no less a personage than Otto Zeigler, famous for anything from translating 12th grade German down to reading the Polish language. Without asking him what he was doing in such a big city, he informed me that he was giving German lessons to everybody (Miss Kohn included). I was about to continue on my journey when I saw what looked to me like an ice boat. I had ridden in one of these things myself when a boy and as I had plenty of time I crossed the road and examined the boat. The name of the boat was “Swede. and a very appropriate name I thought, too. when 1 saw Swanson coming out of a large shop. He had helped me to make one when he was only nineteen years old. so I stepped up to him and demanded to know what he was doing. He said that the shop just to our left was all his own and that he was making some of the speediest ice boats in the country. Swede could not have picked out a