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

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of parchment to store among the family archives, and now we are almost within reach of that parch- ment.a Unfortunately, research PHPGPSQ PY'0J9CtSa Achievement tests, and those all-important A's,B+'s, C-'s, and 'unspeakables' still lie between us and our goal. We frantically perform physics and chemistry experiments which come off successfully except in the science assembly, digest miles of Spanish and French vocabulary, hunt for the perfect topic sen- tence and the unsolvable equation. We skim madly through 'vitalizedn American histories and 'visualized internal technocracy', and firmally come up with four or five doubt- ful little letters as mid-year marks. Mr. Mirick still appears hopeful about college. Up in the gymnasium, we tem- porarily 'relax' under Miss Jones' tutelage. Co-educational modern' dancing is a new wrinkle and highh acceptable to the boys, though they suffer 'morning after' stiff- ness for the privilege of cav- orting on their toes with the ladies. Those who are less light of foot take such prosaic courses as tumbling, volleyball, basket- ball and swimming. Several months before the most important date in a 'Lincoln lady's calendar, the girls take a memorable gym period off in order to conduct a highly remunerative auction, the pro- ceeds of which go to the March of Dimes campaign. Offered for sale are rare and high-priced dates for the annual Girls' Drag. Senior boys fidget away the after- noon, wondering whose vegetable corsage they will be supporting at the dance. 'Page 'S1, sehbra Michelmore, pero es que '0u1, Madame Fbrtier, mais. N NT' 'W 8:36 In n :usbwn I V Q tw l 5 . vt ' N l . :Zi K -'QMTTQLSJA 1?1,f-'1'3, i ?:L.ey-, VV 1 ff , 'iff if I if wi gf 63 2 4 x ffl Miva HH H X

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an .l-T--1.1. P M' Mr. Schaefer, who quietly arrives in January to take over the social studies classes when the government claims Mr. Knight, has us all working hard in pre- paration for examinations and college. Long research papers loom close for science students and trips, movies, and all manner of other projects keep us in a perpetual whirl. The yearbook is rushed to press, Highlights is relinquished to capable eleventh grade hands, and the committee chairmen choose their fortu- nate successors. The school under Teachers College is definitely closing its doors behind our class, only to open again in new surroundings and with greater independence next year. We begin to feel our grasp on school life slipping as elections are held for new school officers and acceptances from colleges begin to filter in. The past few weeks have been hectic ones, with farewell parties, the field meet, Commencement plans, and a constant barrage of lower classmen who want their yearbooks autographed. We have hardly had time to think back over the years to that time long ago when we started to school. The first days of tears and scratches, the first struggles with reading and arithmetic are but a vague memory now, and soon Commencement, our classmates, and school itself will be but memories. We shall be the only class ever to go all the way through the Horace Mann-Lincoln High School under Teachers College, but history will not pay much attention to us for that. Only perhaps some of our grandchildren who come across this book when they are cleaning the closet on a rainy day will learn that the class of 1948 went to high school...once upon a time. fwf W WW Km! 4 n. W Zf:,QZw e, ff Ziggy Z ' UI? 'K Q W 'J ,Z ,Q all Y ZMNWX if Wx a SW my Page 64