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

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LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. 29 as I knew he was the only person capable of making basket ball a success in ’07 when he was manager of the La Porte High School Boys' Basket Ball Team. Why shouldn’t a man make a success of the banking business when even in his youth he could meet expenses of visiting teams when they came to La Porte for contests with the High School of that city? Such a man deserves a leather medal That was tlie last old acquaintance 1 met, and as I was tired and weary after my long journey, 1 hoarded a four o’clock Lake Shore special en route for that far off metropolis of La- Porte, much the wiser for the trip I had taken. —R. J. P.} 07. IIALL OF FAME. Clement Meissner, ’10—Spent several hours in the wilder- ness without company. Prank Bohland. 07-08—“Father” of Graft in the High School. “Chick Martin. ’08—Served as target for students one morning. .-i. .1 . 0 tied I—Celebrated acrobat. Hex Frankenberger—Business manager of H. S. Review. . . W. McLennan—Celebrated orator and base ball coach. B. Gerdes—A disciple of Otwell. C. M. Luce—Girls’ basketball coach. Arthur Deamer—Disciplinarian of Freshmen. H. Carroll Fitzpatrick—Famous “South Paw.” Harold Alexander—T.he fattest ever.” Karl Swanson—Base ball manager. . R. Hook—Dust raiser. Ben Schultz—All day sleeper. V. W. Francis— Champeen” bluffer. George R. Huherson—Bull con merchant. Perry Way—Noted crook. Out of 215 students in the Assembly Room, 214 have fallen victims of spring fever. ()ne lonely Freshie refuses to give in.

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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.

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30 LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. The Proud Postmaster. By Samule George Washington Franklin Pearce Lincuti Grant Sherman Whitkum, Jr. Dear Idioter:—i got mi paper al rite i like the owt side of it better an i did tothcr,one. I’m glad tew see u printed mi other leter cauz now i can send yew one ov Sams stories hut hcfor i send it i want tew give yew the names ov a cople ov pepul i want yew tew send papers tew, Ezra Haw- kins, Marier Wayback. Ruben Hograser, Uncle Ben Smith, Fritz Godbrick. Josh Bilkins, Sam Flipp, Pete Bakasta. Molly Krawferd, an Jim Black. Thats al the names i can think ov now may bee next tim i can give yew sum more. Sam Black sed that if he liked the paper hed give hiz yung caff fer a yer ov it but hers Sams story ill rite it just lik hez got it if i can :— It was a cold day in Dec and the grond was covered with sno. In side the little stor gathered afound the stove where they had lied for refuge frum the cold out side, sat a groupe of rustics. It wus mail day but as nearly every one had all ready received and read all the mail that was coming to him they filled their pipes and began to talk with each other. Josh Bilkins the post master sat in his little offic reading the newspapers out of other peoples boxes. From this he was suddenly disturbed by the entry of an old farmer who walked up to the window and asked if there was “eny male for him.” With much grumbling the Post master laid down his paper and handed him his mail. “It seems tew me Josh how az yew cud wate on a feller onct in a while with- out growlin’ yew never ust to do it before yew wuz post master.” “No remarks,” said Josh. “I want yew fellers to understand that I’m employed by the guvment and yew got to respect me.” “Seems tew me yer perty much stuck up jest the same,” responded Ezra Hawkins. “I tell yew what boys I aint slept a sound nite since Josh Bilkins is post mas- ter.” “Whats the mater,” said Jim Black frum his cracker barrel, “nothin said Ezra taking a seat on a handy soap box near by and lighting his pipe. “Only one nite when I wuz tite tew sleep I gess it must ha been after midnite and