High School Football Coach
Veenker started his coaching career at the Grand Prairie Seminary in Onarga, Illinois. He subsequently coached at a high school in Batavia, Illinois.
During World War I, Veenker entered the "air service" branch of the U.S. military and became a pilot. However, the war ended before Veenker saw action.
After World War I, Veenker was hired as a high school football coach in Hammond, Indiana. After coaching the Hammond team for 18 months, Veenker was hired as the head football coach at Emerson High School in Gary, Indiana. Veenker served six years as Emerson's head football coach from 1920 to 1925. He coached a total of eight years as a high school football coach in Indiana and won Indiana state championships in six of the eight years.
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