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

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Lgwamf' az af fa! 4gew'fzfff jim? Qaacle On a bleak September day in 1947 the annual carnival wa 1 f , s n ull swing. In one of the bright booths a swami was seated before his crystal ball. A prominent science teacher sat across the table from him. NI see many progressive happenings in the seventh grade at H.M.-Lincoln this year, Mr. Sw1ft,W said the swami. nGreat Pithecanthropus Erectus!' ri d N c e Swifty. How did you know! taught1here?N nHere, look for yourself. It's all 1 I can see twenty-five students in your seventh grade.n ll n my gold-fish bo--er - my crystal ball. Let me 1ook...Why, I see it all clearly,W said the astonished Mr. Swift. 'There are the comm1ttees...there's the first group of class officers: President Hayes Lamont, and Cynthia Hill, Louise Burton, and Bob Barth...N nThere's the second group,W said the swami. 'Michelle Striker is president, and Louise has been replaced by Audrey Zabrinskie. Let's go on. Now I can see the teachers who are helping the seventh grade. There's Miss Woodburn, with the auburn hair, who is the social studies and language arts teacher. Look at your poor class sl 1 av ng over the Middle Ages. There's Sara Seifert struggling through Mark Twain. The library is being raided by the Sevens during their research periods. Look at t hem squirm over percents, geometry, and algebra. FXS J Page 27

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IQ f X ' J4 559 af' ' 4' 9' Q hs: 1'1::,ll. 0 fs fa I X f xx find, NNW' X X9 QL Qu E L4 RQX 0 , 5 fJx V 64.-. I -Q - gm' 'E - - I-J-' f3'X - - 9- Q f-+, at that class discussion. Miss Dahl is talking...David is ing- - - QUI-I-Y-E-T 'll Q 'May I see what they're doing in French?' asked Mr. Swift. 'The instructor is Mme. Costykian. The class will soon be able to speak French almost as well as the y do pig- Latin.' ' 'Why, look,' cried Mr. Swift. 'Miss Woodburn has disappeared.' 'Of course,' said the Swami, with a knowing smile. 'She has gone to the vast wastes of Canada, to the freez- ing cold near theArctic Circle. Miss Dahl has taken her place. Look talking...Joan's talk- wift. 'I wonder what's 'Doesn't the nurse's office look crowded?' mused Mr. S wrong. There are two seventh grade gir1s...three...Why, the place is full of them. It must be swimming day!' 'Do-re-mi! You see it's singing class now,' said the swami. 'Your tone quality is delightful, but I really should go,' said Swifty. 'I want to do some planning with the information you've given me.' 'Just a minute,' cried the swami. 'I can show you the rest of the year in ten seconds with my new atomic attachment. I see the Sevens tripping the light fantastic at the Tuesday afternoon socials. There are Gwen and Jesse, and there are Betsy and Frank on the dance floor. There are our Council representatives, Francis, Daniel,.Tom Legg, and Barbara Graham, working for seventh grade rights fa uv A !.f7 CWS Nxtx Qva! Page 28 4 S 4 I 5: Q' 'al C. CL!