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

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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

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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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eventful! The first party we gave was a Thanksgiving dance and then we enter- tained at a St. Valentine dance. About this time we began to sport our class rings before the Seniors. Of course, everybody saw the play, “A Pair of Sixes”, so we needn't say anything about that. And last, but far from least, came the Junior Prom. We are drawing nearer to the end of four years of high school life, and are Seniors so mighty! After a fierce strug- gle we chose Roy W. Johnson for our last president. The initial social event for the year was the Senior Mixer. At the Mixer we played host to all the under classes and entertained them royally. Christmas could not be Christmas without the Sen- iors giving their annual Christmas pro- gram, and again Santa Claus remembered the good boys and girls of school. One of the merriest times ever had was enjoyed by the school at the Senior carni- val which has come to be an annual affair. Delicious sweets and frappe were served in prettily decorated booths which lined the hd.ll. Dancing was enjoyed by a large number of couples. The crowning social event of the year was presented when the Seniors gave a spring party, which also was a farewell party, at the Masonic Temple ball room. A beautifully canopied hall formed a pleas- ing stage for the evening’s festivities. Fa- vors and programs added to the attractive, ness of the affair. The class flag was un- furled on this evening. “The Charm School!” Ah, that stands for the dramatic triumph of the graduates. Directed by Miss Zourie Mell Sutton, who the year before had supervised the class play, “A Pair of Sixes,” “The Charm School” was successfully presented to a charmed audience. Roy W. Johnson play- ed the lead. In reviewing the road over which we have traveled, we find that we have gath- ered many choice roses from along the way, incidentally accompanied by a few thorns. But the chief charm associated with the days that have gone is the re- flection that the pathway is not all of roses nor yet all of thorns. As years pass by the thorns will be forgotten and the roses in their brightest hue will be ever remembered. Whatever the future may hold for us, let us always stand as representatives for all that is good! Let each of us, wherever our lot may be cast, strive to maintain po- sitions of honor, and may we all endeavor to reflect honor on the name of good old LaPorte High School. —Georgiana Bozovsky, '23. —Edna Krause, '23. ---------EL-PE- Pawns of Fate NO. 9475 stirred uneasily in his cell. He had been dreaming and lying in slum- ber on that crude bench which was his bed, he had dreamed of the times of long ago; times when he was free—out in the world God created for him and his fellow- men. For him—No. 9475 awakened—the irony of it all. Here he was pent up, like a wild animal, branded by the world a criminal; one who would cause little chil- dren to cringe when his name was men- tioned, an outcast! God! The man in the cell raised his eyes to the expressionless ceiling of his cell, and stared as he was wont to do when it seemed the eternities of time would never pass. Now he heard the tread of footsteps, and lengthening shadow on the wall at the end of the cell-lined walk meant that the visitor was coming his way. Probably a new prisoner, or grub for the sick man in the next cell, maybe a letter from Nellie. No. 9475 peered through the semidarken- ed cell. But no, the man had not stopped but was coming to his cell—the new com- er was a guard. The guard rasped, “No. Page Twenty Seven