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

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Upon going into the principal’s magnifi- cent office whom should I find in there but Charles Caddy. I was very much surprised and was about to address him as principal, when, picking up his brushes and the wastebaskets, he walked out without rec- ognizing me. Very soon Charles Sonne- born came in and turned out to be the real principal. While passing through several corridors, I saw these names on some of the doors: Ruth Travis, Public Speaking; Anna Miller, Latin and Greek; Grace Stites, Instructor in Singing. Never again shall Esther Oakes’ (nee Janes) impassioned cry of “Where’s John?” ring out upon a heartless world. Marriage has made the cry unnecessary. Imagine my surprise to learn that they hadn’t danced in years, due, no doubt, to the fact, that, no matter how great the desire, it is impossible for two persons weighing over one hundred and seventy pounds each, to be light upon one another’s pedal extremities. Lloyd Harding turned his attentions to Gertrude Fenton after graduation and per- suaded her to give up a successful drama- tic career to become his better half. He is now better known as the perfector of those extremely small airplanes which make traveling such a nuisance for us an- gels. Chester Leliter is now a world famous coach at Centre college. He has turned out winning teams for three consecutive years. He is much sought by other col- leges, but Chet says he will always stick to his Alma Mater. Joseph Held, the saxophone wizard, for- sook the famous Arbee Artists when he organized an orchestra known as “Held’s Harmony Hounds.” This justly famous orchestra, now on the pinnacle of its suc- cess, holds the same position in musical circles that Paul Whiteman held years ago. Cable Manning, through some trick of fate, had his features so marred in an ac- cident, that he was enabled to take Ben Turpin’s place in the movies. That indi- vidual became so elated with his hand- some features when he was Cable, that he died of a swelled head. A huge sign in the Central theatre pro- claims a coming attraction. There in full view of the public eye was a brilliant pic- ture of Charles Kaska, clad in tiger skin, holding aloft on his stalwart shoulders Harriet Bunton. They were guaranteed to be unexcelled in superhuman gymnas- tics. I noticed that Donald Collins was on the bill as a magician. “Now you see it; now you don’t.” No more does Mathis Dring step out with the younger ladies. That famous toreador is now safely married to Grace Hildebrand. He now cooks the meals, and performs other domestic duties faithfully while Grace wears the slippers, smokes the pipe and reads the LaPorte evening paper, now owned and edited by Lawrence Blyk- er, who in connection with Harry Decker, completed a seven year course in six at L. P. H. S., by dint of much hard studying. It is said that these boys never left their homes after dinner in the evening, devot- ing the time other boys spent in calling upon their friends or hanging around the “Y” in studying, so that they might com- plete their course a year sooner than any- one thought they would. I saw Lucile Bueltzingsloewen coming down the street with a flock of children around her. I was wondering whether they all belonged to her but found out that she was a kindergarten teacher. Edgar G. Schumm, managing editor of the “Twenty-Three EL-PE”, discarded the idea of becoming editor of The Chicago Tribune in favor of becoming a saver of human lives. He is now president of the Lighthouse Keepers’ Union. Every night he holds solitary vigil in the lighthouse on Pine Lake island, keeping row boats off the rocks. And Sophie Hult, poor dear! On the refusal of Roger Hubner to give up his dangerous athletic career for one of con- nubial bliss and comparative safety, I learned that Sophie solemnly vowed never to marry. Shortly after, she accepted a position in the public library and now ex- ists there in the role of librarian. I was pleased to note that the two great minds of Roy Johnson, our class president, Page Twunty-flv©

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8. Edgar G. Schumm’s ability as a jour- nalist to Richard Savage. 9. Joe Held’s “saxophone wails” to young Fritz Sonnefcorn. 10. Mac Dring’s power of asking vexatious questions to Dwight Hupp. May he not set some teacher insane by them. 11. Norma Lindgren’s rotundity to Maxine Brownsey. 12. Edna Krause’s good manners to the biggest dumbbell in L. P. H. S., the heir to be chosen by a 99 44 100% majority vote of the faculty. 13. Our Senior cases to the Juniors who think they could do justice to the part. 14. Lorraine Schafer’s mean wielding of the tennis racket to Jo Bowman. 15. Cable Manning’s domineering disposi- tion, his debonair air, and his exclu- sive rights as sheik of the Senior class to Ross Ort. 16. Charles Caddy’s untroubled bachelor days to George Kingsley. 17. To Bernice Gring and Warren Stein- inger we leave a road map showing the way to St. Joe. 18. To Miss Sutton we leave our kindest remembrance for making our Junior and Senior plays successful. 19. Charles Taylor leaves this to be an- swered, “Why do I like cider?” An- swer, “Because I’m hard!” 20. Earl Larson leaves Jane Miller to the care of William Pusch. 21. The Seniors bequeath their roller skates to the on-coming Freshman class. 22. The Senior Class extends its thanks to Miss Brown for her help to its mem- bers as a class sponsor. 23. Mac Dring bequeaths his ability to evade work to “Abe” Smith. 24. Sophie Hult and Grace Stites leave their brilliant scholastic careers to those most in need of said requisites. (One at a time, please.) 25. The Class of ’23 leaves the joy it miss- ed by not graduating from the new high school to the remaining classes. 26. Lawrence Blyker leaves his bird-like agility, and position as class jester to Howie Abrams. 27. To Helen Davis and Russell Schenck we leave a boat to sail the sea of mat- rimony. With the greatest of solemnity and feel- ing of security do we herewith affix our signature to this document. THE SENIOR CLASS. —Lucile Bueltzingsloewen, 23. —Esther Janes, ’23. ----el-pb------ Senior Class Prophecy tT IS hard to realize that I’m dead—but ’tis the truth. In the short time that I have been here, I have explored Heaven from end to end. So the other day, wish- ing for something to do, I dropped over to the Pearly Gates to pay good old St. Peter a social call. During the course of our conversation, he informed me of the fact that we angels could go anywhere and see anything on earth by the simple expedient of wishing ourselves there. Remembering that over twenty years had elapsed since my graduation from L. P. H. S., I became possessed of the idea of seeing what sort of a life my old class- mates were leading. So I jumped on a passing sunbeam, and in less than no time I was in LaPorte again. The first thing that struck my eye was a beautiful new twenty story school build- ing. Upon visiting it I found several of my old schoolmates. Elsie Magnuson was physical director of the girls. The high school was very fortunate in getting Miss Magnuson’s services as she is well-known as one of the winners in the Olympic games recently held in England. Pago Twenty-four

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and Geneva Lutman were united in holy wedlock. Roy is now the most prominent lawyer in Michigan City. He is very pop- ular with the people, and they, taking into consideration his superlative argumenta- tive powers and common sense, will un- doubtedly place him at the head of their beach combing department in the near fu- ture. Roy and Geneva amuse each other in the long winter evenings instead of at- tending the theatre, Roy orates to Geneva, and Geneva gives some of the readings for which she was justly famous in school, to Roy. Elmer Bergquist, now known as Master Bergquist, the dancing instructor, has large classes at the new casino on the shores of Lily lake. He is ably assisted by his fiancee, Gertrude Bruhnke. Gertie told me that she had heard from Allan Chambers, who is a civil engineer in Mad- agascar. She also said he had just mar- ried one of the natives. Here’s to you Allan! The Bear twins proved another great surprise when they shunned the idea of following the footsteps of Billy Sunday. Instead they are at the head of a gigantic factory in Pinola where they have achieved fame as manufacturers of the Bear Brothers’ Cough Drops. By turning out millions of these little health destroy- ers daily they have become head of the Cough Drop trust. In all my travels I hadn’t heard a thing of Cornelia DraGoo until I saw her name in a list of late arrivals from Europe. La- ter I learned that Cornelia was an inte- rior decorator of no little fame with a studio in Paris. She had just come from Moscow where she had taken a post-grad- uate course in futurist-art. I heard the tinkling sound of a piano and found myself in the new Etropal the- atre in LaPorte. On the stage was a mu- sician who had risen from her instrument and was bowing in the spotlight to the thunderous applause of all two hundred and sixty-seven people who jammed the theatre. After the applause ceased I no- ticed the artist was Lorraine K. Schafer, who had won such renown by her own pe- culiar interpretation of “Kitten on the Keys.” —Cornelia M. DraGoo, ’23. —Lorraine K. Schafer, ’23. EL-PE Senior Class History If you stop and think, we were different from other classes from the very start. We were never timid, nor even fresh Freshmen, that other classes seem to boast about having been. We never had to bother teachers or Seniors to find out where the room that we were looking for was located. By pure instinct, we knew, I say we knew, everything that other Freshmen did not know. When Sopho- mores told us to close the assembly doors, we laughed at them, for we were the orig- inal class that knew we could not shut the doors. Those Sophomores were greener than we, to tell us that, I should say. We chose Floyd Pease for our leader that year. You know that Freshies aren’t allowed to attend many social affairs, but we did have one glorious time at Interlaken. In our second year we were not like other Sophomores had been. We did not have to “think” we knew it all, we KNEW we did. We never played harsher tricks on the Freshmen than to tell them to take the elevator to the basement room. Mathis Dring guided us through the mysteries of this year. Our good old high school song with the words “ready and steady, boast- ing for our old high” was without a doubt intended for our class. Ask any one of our members and they will say the same thing. The class of ’23 now entered upon its Junior year, and Edgar G. Schumm was elected president. That year surely was Page Twenty-six