Lincoln High School - Totem Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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JOHN MCKEEHAN Editor-in-C'l'1ief HELENE RHUDDY Associate Editor AMELIA MINEAR Girls' Organizations CAROL BEAMER Feature Editor ANNUAL STAFF EINAR LAINE Business Manager MILDRED LOKKEN Clubs Editor TOM McCORMICK Literary Editor HELEN GRISVARD Typist MISS CLEO BLAIR Sponsor JIM GEARHEARD Boys' Organizations PEARL ESCHWIG Girls' Organizations ARLENE PITCHE Typist R MR. EARL A. PFAFF Sponsor CHARLES CANNON Mimcographer CHARLES KAMBE Sports Editor PHYLLIS BOATE Artist

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JIM GEARHEARD JOHN McKEEHAN ROY OSTLING PETE PETTERSEN Historian Poet Prophet Will Writer MARIAN MORROW MILDRED LOKKEN Song Writer Chairman Class Day i 1.,,2 ., . k .k I . L2'f ' :' ,,. 1Ifmfifff'i: .V:' Z ' ' . ..,.P - i-?111-- Committee Class Day Pour years. l-low the time flew! Four years of Work and play. We played when we Worked: We worked as We played. Now We are leaving. ln a few years the school will have forgotten us and our accomplishments. Our class history, class poem, class will, class song, will all be forgotten. We have probably left little impression on the school, but it has left its ineffaceable mark on us. We leave With happy memories of pleasures, duties, and a few little heartaches. We have made friendships. Some seem so perfect as to last forever. We hope they will not die. During our short high school career they have meant very much to us. Our class history fades into obliviong it was never destined for the archives of history. Our class will has never been probated. Our song and poem have never become best sellers. 16