Abraham Lincoln High School - Railsplitter Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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You who first started As a little rug-rat Traipsing about underfoot! You ' ve changed . . . Your first homework Assignment was Tie both your shoes ' You learned . . . ou majored in Recess when you first began! You learned how to stand in a line! Don t forget . . . Remember your first try At writing your name 9 You used eighteen sheets of paper 1 Cursive Cramp! . . . You sat in the cla ssroom Third row and first seat. By a skinny little fuzzy-haired kid Your friend . . . You learned all your Numbers, all the states, capitals; You learned to find your way home! . . . Knowledge! . . . One day you were told Where babies come from Who d a thought it 9 Didn t even know those storks could fly! Junior High, you were big time Wearing loafers and sweaters And talking to that other sex There s another? . . . Teachers were human, You almost found out Some of them even Could smile Braces, who . . . me? My goodness. I II die! So you kept your mouth closed For three years. Your first kiss. You re in Heaven What a Hunk! What a Babe! What s your name? . . . See a movie (Monster flick) Holding hands (Sweaty palms) Come home late (only two hours) Grounded . . . (for life) . . .

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Student Life 10- 55 Sports 56-101 Academics 102-125 Seniors 126-155 Underclass 156-197 Advertising 201-235 1985 Abraham Lincoln High School Railsplitter Volume 22

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incoln High choo Finally you ' re there! Two thousand people and more Got lost! . . . Found that you ' d changed, Even grew up somewhat. No longer a cute little kid- Well . . . still cflte! Developed school pride When they said You ' re a Rail! ' Go Lincoln! ou even passed classes By luck, hit or miss And somehow, you found that You ' d learned! . . . And to your surprise As seniors you were Quite tolerant of the rest Of the world . . . For some, your last year Trickled by at a crawl, For others there was never enough time! Job, School, Sports! . . . rned to drive, You SAT so you could ried to type; Be accepted so you Swing, sing, run, march, jump, or score Could start it all over Or debate . . . Again . . . . 1 isited campuses galore Where you might like to learn To prepare for the rest of Your life! And you graduated! Miracles do happen Your senior year has come To an end! . . . But- Remember those folks About whom you made jokes? When they saw you they ran, And you called them Freshmen? Well, . . . You ' re One Again! The more things change, The more they stay the same. ' ' bj Orvillc Siers 8»f JOLESCH PHOTOGRAPHY