Lincoln University - Lion Yearbook (Lincoln University, PA)

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WHO’S WHO IN THE CLASS OF 1945 Jlr. Lincoln............ Most Ffficient.......... Most Superficial........ Most Modest............. Best Dresser............ Most IV illy............ Most Business Like....... Jlost Nonchalant........ Most Radical............ Best Read............... Jlost Boring............ Best Athlete............. Class Orator............. Biggest Rabbler.......... Jlost Sophisticated..... Class Crumb.............. Jlost Frequent IVeek-ender Jlost Quiet.............. Jlost Sedate............. Class Poet............... Jlost Amusing............ ..................Carl Rollins ............Milton Galamison ..........Dudley Cobham .............Wilbur Douglass ................. Carl Rollins .............. William Bryant .............Wilbur Douglass .............Herndon W hite Osmond Brown, Edward Dixon .............James Persons .............Elmo Callaway .............Herndon White ............Milton Galamison ................Edward Dixon .............Dudley Cobham ...............Herndon White ............Milton Galamison ................George Riley .............Elmo Callaway .............Y illiam Bryant ................George Riley 22 Osmond Brown.

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REMEMBER. ... 7 That sickly look on the faces of a few youngsters who alighted from a Trail- way bus . . . Lincoln? When the pie man traveled with an armed escort, and the persecuted Fresh- men, who wanted to partake of his sundry delicacies, had to be satisfied with paddles and desk glasses? That memorable “Wood Week” of 1941 when the Czar, in the midst of one of his inspiring discourses to the hounds, found himself alone and surrounded by Ed Gentry, Jeff Jones, Francis Jackson, and a few others who effected a com- plete wash away ? When McNeill was hurt in the '41 Prep-Sophomore game, and Bill Hunter decided to lead the Freshmen and Seniors against the Juniors and Sophomores? Remember the vanishing Sophomores? When the upperclassmen decided to practice a few tonsorials, and Orington Hall threatened to and did shoot to protect his mop? The great Persons reached for his hip pocket a little late and lost one mustache in the ensuing fray! When the E. R. C. boys made their fateful march? Mingo, Rollins, and Yates were escorted to the bath a la pajama, Teddy Gordon was plucked in the head and Rendall Hall was laid waste in the process. When we used to pick the good ones from Savoy around midnight, and Mingo made Lincoln-Ashmun resound with Cootie Williams ? When the Glee Club Prom came up, you could always count on a good game of ball from the Dean? The Dean was batting low in those days, wasn't he, Bryant? The constant dwindling that was '43 and '44? When the rabble, assuming such titles as The Jester, The Penguin,' The Joker, and The Batman, started the perpetual epidemic of Room Washaways”1 The Championship Team in '44 sparked by our own Rudy Johnson? The hidden brew in Hainey's closet? The Pan-Hellenic Dance in '44 which made all the great lovers show their hands? The famous West Chester Incident” which culminated in a marathon walk by Rainer, McIntosh, Bowen and Blair when a certain party failed to materialize? Our somewhat disturbing nocturnal schedule? The Dramatis Personae of the Midwinter Frolic: Dixon, Hawkins, McIn- tosh and McNeill? Remember the theme song: Sweet Lorraine”? 21 Carl Rollins.

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CLASS PROPHECY The Annual Convention of the National Society of Engineers adjourned. A manifestly prosperous and portly individual strode across the New York street with his meticulously clad companion whose diminutiveness demanded that he almost run to keep apace. I tell you, Dougie, it would be more advantageous to run that beam straight through with rigid supports rather than with guide wires and a flexible layout, boomed the larger man as they mounted the far sidewalk. The immigrants from Pittsburgh rambled on with talk about alpha and beta, sine and cosine, logs and tangents. As the engrossed engineers started indifferently across the inter- section, the air was rent with the screeching of brakes, and a low-slung auto of recent design jerked to a stop with Vesuvian violence. Only the rocking body evidenced the fact that the car had once been in motion. Watch where you’re goin', mister, drawled an irritated voice from behind the wheel. That's right, watch yourself, echoed the comfortable looking rider. Looks of indignation and embarrassment were replaced by obvious pleasure and recognition as the two engineers simultaneously roared, Ed Dixon and ‘Daddy’ White. Confused conversation began. Oncoming drivers loudly tooted their indifference to the happy meeting. To avoid an approaching policeman, four Lincoln men drove away in a car in which two once rode. Dr. White and Reverend Dixon were taking Engineers Douglass and Callaway to lunch at Hotel Lincoln. In uptown New York Doctors Riley, Rollins and Bryant emerged from the hospital gates, climbed into a car and started toward Hotel Lincoln where they were to lunch with Father Cobham and his distinguished guests. Fathers Galamison and Brown. As the car pulled up before the hotel, the three occupants got out and greeted Persons a goatecd social worker, who stood chatting with the doorman on the canvas-covered walk. The four entered the building. All dignity was dropped when the two parties came together. Their high pitch of anxiety was quelled by the manager who quietly requested that the more violent moments of old home week be spent in the lounge. The group of seven paused stupified as they passed under the arch into the lounge room. There before them sat Dixon and White, Douglass and Callaway engaged in conversation. Bed- lam broke loose, and the ensuing commotion resembled a woman's fire sale. Raucous greet- ings and unprofessional language echoed throughout the building. It was the Class of 1945 in session again. Hour after hour sped by while the small group, huddled together, exchanged experiences in a manner reminiscent of the years gone by. As the twilight of evening set in, passersby heard the fading strains of Alma iMater coming from within. Like a choir of mighty angels the men sang, joined by the spirits and angelic voices of those whom destiny had deprived of the right to graduate with the Class of 1945. Trem- bling hands reached into pockets for handkerchiefs and thrust them skyward with a gesture of triumph and fortitude. “Haiti Hail! Lincoln. 11IVill Live I'ore’er in Memory.” 23