Lincoln High School - Totem Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

Page 20 text:

,X if ff D .f K 1 5 COMMENCEMENT SPEAKERS HAZEL TELQUIST, Valcdiclorian HOWARD ELLIS, Salufalorian Bon MCKINSTRY MARY JANE MUELLER GRACE CLARK MERw1N COLE CCDMMENCEME T E usually associate the word commencement with the completion of our school course, with the end of study and strife. But We are blinded by the glamour and excitement of youth at graduation, w are eager-eyed, expectant. Only too soon the w is pulled from our eyes, and We begin to glean the truth, that commencement marks the very beginning of life-struggle, survival, and finally success, or, as the case may be, failure. Commencement, in many of our lives, marks the turning point. We ultimately assume a greater self-reliance and confidence, no 'longer are we content to hang to somebody's apron strings, but we must feel that self-satisfying independence. However, we need not seek life, for it just is, it faces everywhere although we may not be aware of it. Gen- erally, it is after commencement when the festivities are over that we first meet life. Commencement is not an empty gesture but is expressive of something far greater, far more significant. It is our adieu to our Alma Mater-our greeting to life. Page 16

Page 19 text:

l 1 CLASS GFFICERS JACK KEENE, President MARGARET KENNEDY, Vice-Prrsiflrni MARY JANE MUELLER, Secretary JOE LONG, Treasurer Miss COLE, Adviser SENIOR CLASS MID clanging bells and thundering hoof beats in strode the five hundred-the nineteen hundred thirty- second division of the Lincoln Hi brigade. Ably marshalled by their great commanders, ably sponsored by their tried advisers. Came the first engagement- the memorable attack of October 30. Junior reinforcements-music, punch, and revelry. Forward march! 1931 retreats before the onslaught of 1932, and plans are laid for the final conquest. Senior week. Monday, the commissary department dispenses rationsg Tuesday, the class publication-Silver and Wine- burst like shrapnel on the battle front, Wednesday, is the call to arms, Thursday, the dance resplendent, and Friday, triumph supreme, the Senior Play. The turmoil subsides. Except for the flare of torch pins, all is quiet on the Western front. Diligence, study, exams-graduation. , 'l fl

Page 21 text:

CLASS DAY HE big game is over, all over now but the shouting, the hand clasps, and the good-byes. The class poet ignores the fumbles and lauds our touchdowns. The game is over, and we have won. Don't forget your goloshes and diplomas. But one can't take everything! Happy memories, skipped classes, hamburgers, and boy-friends, the fountain of knowledge, the under- standing of teachers, peanut shells, even your locker p:1rtner's comb-these we leave to be disposed of by the class will. And what will become of us-the players? A crystal ball, a few leaves in a teacup, the delicate lines of the hand--all these predict a glorious future for each and every one. May the signs be read aright. Hark! the band plays-sweet strains of music fill the air. It is our swan song, our farewell, the class song of 1932. PEGGY BROWNELL, Will Writer CLIFFORD KENNEDY, Povf CARL BRAREL, Prophet ART CHURCH, Historian KA1'HRYN KANTNER Son Wrmxn AILIEEN SKIRVING K ' Page 17 , l l