Horace Mann Lincoln High School - Lincolnian Yearbook (New York, NY)

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1t .l1. f X NOTIQE it f 'E pg J x, 1, is x f I N X , 0 'Si ,-gi, fx-ff X af 'a TP we s cg , mm 2 . f 'if ts 1 g .Qs -- gf, - .i st-9 II Oct. 1932 Dear Diary, I guess I sort of trailed off toward the end of last season. I got through my exams all right and here I am back after a short summer. Gollyl A lot of the fellows are wearing long pants-at least two or three of them, anyhow. I asked my Dad about it and he said nothing doing. I hate to go around like a sap. I must stick out like a sore thumb. There are quite a few new guys. They have a couple of games here at school, marbles and chestnuts. You take the chestnuts, and bore holes through them with a locker key. When you play, you slide a nut over your knotted hand- kerchief and your opponent does the same with his handkerchiefg then you take turns trying to smash each others' chestnuts. It's a great game. The marble game is run like a regular gambling con- cession. The operators fix up all sorts of compli- cated apparatus in the dirt in back of the old gym. The sucker comes around with his marbles and tries to get into the pot. He gets big odds-but then he always loses. Feb. 1933 Dear Diary, We just elected our class officers. Ed Beckwith got to be President. He felt so good he gave a party to celebrate. Two of the guests were sort of lonely. Arthur Bijur is Vice-President. and Jerry Freed is Secretary. Jerry has his job down to a system. He is probably the only living executive to read his minutes from a blank page-the way you would give a speech. Baumann takes care of our money again. The football season went off pretty well. Kubie, Lester, Davis, and a fellow named Sloman were part of a good team, but they got beaten finally by the Army outfit which contained Reisner, Gratz, and Steckler. The assembly speakers arenit so bad this year. There was one who really had something. He brought up a mess of charts showing why he could play the saxophone because there was something queer with his windpipe. Del Manzo is turning out to be quite a swim- mer. Bowers is a super-star in basketball, and Jaffee shoots over his head just to be different. The Library Committee, while prowling about, discovered Murray Haig, George Herman, and Larry Lader off in various corners reading books. They adopted them violently and now the forgotten three slave at the bulletin board. Compton is continuing to get terrific marks. I hope I scrape through my finals. III Oct. 1933 Dear Diary, It certainly feels funny when a fellow finally works up to the head of the Lower School to rule the roost. I never thought Iid look back on it like this, but-well, now that we are here at last. we're rather too old to enjoy it all. Almost everyone is wearing long trousers these days. Iim going to go to dancing school. A few of the boys have been there and they say itis not so bad. The football teams are shaping up rather well with Rimbault, Kubie, John Gifford and Pope. Bijur is definitely a soccer star. and Jacobi, Bownes and Graef are up and coming. Feb. 1934 Dear Diary, Class elections are over, and Kubie is both President and class representative to the G. A. Bijur is Vice-President, Lader is Secretary, and Baumann surprised nobody by becoming Treasurer. The intellectual life of the class is really throb- bing and pulsating. Poffenberger made the Library Committee. That blossoming master-mind Jaffee is presiding over a newly formed Good Government Club. The sacred and hallowed constitution of the G. A. has just been exhumed and operated upon for acute obsolescence of the electoral laws. And last and definitely least Lader and Lasker have been accepted by the Record Board.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY I Nov. 1931 Dear Diary, When a fellow gets to be my age. I guess he ought to keep a diary. A lot of important things happen to you in high school. The Boys School is some place. Instead of clubs we have a football league. We can play in Van Cortlandt Park four days a week now instead of waiting for those infrequent Saturdays when hikes were combined with football. The subway ride isn't really so long. Most of the old sixth grade gang is still together and we can find a lot of things to clo. Did you ever realize that almost every car has a whistle? Well, it does. That guard, O,Dea. says he'll break my neck if I don't quit kidding around. He says he knows V+!! well itls me. Maybe he's right. The teachers are a lot different up here. Miss Giles never made me run around Teachers Col- lege ten times. And when Mr. Cerow talks about Andivius Hedulio he seems to resent competi- tion. Miss Mclntosh is trying to make young gen- tlemen out of us. We never had a coach down at the 120th Street School. Up here we have Ump. Of course he doesn't really coach us-Acky and Schmitty do that-but Ump will when we weigh a little more. There are an awful lot of big guys up here. If they could all play football like Dan Comfort. Ump wouldn't ever lose a game. I wonder what makes them hang around the office all the time? I should think Miss Molloy would throw them out. She threw me out yesterday-or was it Mr. Neitz who did it? He was there, anyhow. Feb. 1932 Dear Diary. We held our class election the other day. Ulen tthatis Clay from down at the Lower School. Every- body gets called by his last name up herel well. Ulen is President, Lader is Vice-President, and Baumann fhe's newj is Secretary-Treasurer. You get to know more about your teachers up here. Take Mr. Baruth. If you talk in his study hall, you get stood up against the wall with your nose against a hot pipe. If you talk in Mr. Mar- tin's study hall.--ouch! Can you imagine us thinking that Mme. Rotach was queer? Say, Mr. Camenzind has it all over her. Madame never said a word about her boxing career. The Dumbell Fund is a real idea and Mr. Moore is a great guy. Mr. Metcalf has his Latin class right next to Miss lVIcIntosh's room and sometimes you can hear him. The older fellows say that Latin is an awful hard courseg I wonder if Illl take it. I'm getting sick and tired of some of this play- period stuff. This is the fifth time I've washed socks and things for that guy Ump and I wasn't doing hardly anything. But I don't care-I drank out of the fountain right after Comfort today and I can get credit at Andy's any time. We have a couple of bright boys in our class. Compton and Lader were asked to stand up before the whole school because they got all honors this month. I got an honor too, and I'd have had an- other if I hadnit had so much homework. Those two. Lader and Compton. appeared in a play called The Dictatorf' It was a big success. We had a pretty good time playing football this year. Kubie, Cratz. Lester, and Lader made the backfield in spite of all the competition from bigger boys. There's one in the second form named .lere Davis. He plays guard, but he's always kicking to get into the backfield. We have to play against a guy named Gunther, and when he gets Tishman for interference you just can't nail him. 0'Brien, Reeves, and Russell are trouble in blue jerseys. but they aren't half as bad as Bicky Beatman. Why did he have to switch from soccer? Cratz is prac- tically the only fellow who tackles him. March 1932 I just wanted to put something down about the snow and stuff. We're practically snowed in and every day there is some sort of fight. Boy! We had a real scrap the other day. I got thrown off the cliff and half the fellows got their pants torn. Dr. Tillinghast said something about the snow- fighting in assembly, and there was an article in the Record about it. Andy is awful sore about the way guys use his place as a sort of fort. Whenever there is a big bombardment a lot of hard wet snow- balls come busting in and mess up his candy. We tried awfully hard to elect a First Former as the Lower School representative to the C. A. It ran to four or five ballots, but Lader finally lost to Johnny Wleiss of the Second Form.

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April, 1934 Dear Diary, I wish I were a better baseball player. This is the third time I have been beaned by fireball Johnny Dow. Del Manzo is a much nicer pitcher- more control. Of course the stars are Avakian and Kubie. who have been taken for the ,Iayvee squad. This is the time of year when outdoor study halls are really a pleasure. I'm certainly glad to be out here, but I wonder how they happened to skip over that eighty-one in Math. Sin is rampant around this school. Some peo- ple I know are going home at an hour quite un- specified by Mr. Bruce. And do you know who brought that cigarette-case to school? I guess it's about now that Compton thinks his work is worth all that trouble. I wish I had done some work. I surely would hate to have to study this summer. IV Sept. 1934- Dear Diary, What a mustache! What a man! He is indeed handsomeg he probably teaches English. There is also another good-looking feller whom we don't know. but he doesn't count--no big red mustache. October, 1934 Dear Diary. The man with the weedy lip turned out to be Elbert Knapp Bailey. sole controller of a small Chevrolet and a Fouth Form American Lit course. One day we went into the study hall to elect Don Kubie Class Presidentg George Avakian, Vice- Presidentg Larry Lader. Secretaryg and Alan Blue- beard Jaffee. Treasurer. Mr. Briggs became ad- viser. Gosh, but the football team was good! What a big bunch of fellows. I bumped into ,lim Grandi in the hall this morning and he didn't even notice it. The team is undefeated and scored on only once. Iona is the only opponent left on the schedule. and Ump thinks we'll lose by a couple of touchdowns if we have a good day. The soccer team was fiendishly successful. too. The football Thirds didnit lose a game and they even beat Poly 7-61 I thought I got excited when Lefty Mandel ran seventy yards with a minute to 510. but you should have seen Mr. Nagle! They're giving out ,layvee letters soon. VI'onder if I'll get one? Mr. Metcalf let me play almost half a period in one game. It's been a swell sports season--even I got up to the second round in the Tennis Tournament. A whole bunch of fellows went out for the 'fRecord', but only a few got on. Avakian's been watching Kaufmann tear up his '4Sportlights', col- umn every week-guess the poor fellow won't ever get anywhere. March. 1935 Hello, Diary, Remember me? Gosh, I would have forgotten all about you if I hadn't been sick today. I've got a little cold and besides Mr. Kalligan is giving a Math test today. The Varsity basketball team won the E. P. S. L. championship againg the swimmers won eight and lost oneg the Jayvees took ten out of eleven. Say. what a classy dance we had. Old '37 is right up there with the smoothies. Every time I went over for a glass of punch Cwheeeelj that predatory male, Biow. was there with a different dolly. Cute brunette Compton brought up. She's smooth. They say she's almost fourteen. Social note: It's a funny thing. someone over at Fieldston kept calling up the ofiice and asking for Miller C. to come over and get his French book, which he left on the subway. May, 1935 Hi. Diary! The year is went. The Varsity baseball team won the league championship. Good track team, too. Oh. yesg there was a bit of class work here and there. The bright boys of the year were Alan Thorn- dike. There were a few First Formers with phe- nomenal averages. but everybody knows how easy things are in the Lower School. You've never worked till you've been in the Fourth Form. Comp- ton. as usual, broke out into a rash of good marks. ? .r d f l 4 i 5 I 1 . ,, ffii-' 'L - C 1 it ' W f f H- ri tfalff i 1 fm ,V . I 3 Q ggggg X!! 08020 1.3 55 V ' ?k rs bfi