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

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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

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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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28 LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. better occupation, altho he might have been a good man- ager for the Springivile base ball team. I walked up the street a couple of blocks and met Mabel Anderson. I was still after information, and inquired her as to her success in life. She informed me that she owned the largest hotel in the city and was getting along fine, altho she said that she wished she had gone out west with Fail when he asked her to a few years ago. The next day I arrived in Rolling Prairie, and as I was somewhat lonely among so many strangers I decided to go to the theater. I found out that a show was playing there from a small boy. who told me that it was “She Stoops to Conquer. 1 entered the handsome edifice and purchased one of the best seats in the house. In a few minutes the curtain went up and I became greatly interested in the play. A charming young lady entered into the story of the play, and there was something about her voice that sounded familiar. I concluded that I must be mistaken, and yet every time she spoke, the high pitch and the winning way in which she spoke made me wonder where I had heard that voice before. I asked “Piedum” Bennethum (water carrier in the establishment) if he knew who the leading lady really was. After some time he returned to me with the information that it was Edith Runyan. I re- membered Edith when she went to High School, and I was greatly pleased when I saw she was making a success on the stage. The next day as I was viewing the sights of the city. I ran across B-B-Bo-Bob Hoelocker. He tried awfully hard to tell me what he was doing, and after a conversation of twenty minutes I was able to make out that he was giving lessons in elocution. In my estimation, it was indeed wonderful that a man with a flow of language like a Lake Erie train could suc- cessfully give lessons in elocution. I left Hoelocker and heard him trying to say “Goodbye” when I was over a block away. I entered a banking establishment in that locality and was introduced to Xeal Weaver, owner and president of the bank. He informed me of the fact that he was a suc- cessful business man, but that information was not needed.