Lincoln High School - Ahdawagam Yearbook (Wisconsin Rapids, WI)

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 Blessings on you. Senior Girl, Blushing maid with bobbing curl! With your charm and grace discreet. And your dainty, well-shod feet. In your dress of crepe de chine— Prettier gown was never seen. Mother toiled from noon till eve Just to make one filmy sleeve; Gazes now with honest pride. Tries in vain her joy to hide— Father sits there—love confessed— Dressed up in his Sunday best; Well he knows his hard-earned cash ’S all tied up in that pink sash. Now your sweetheart’s coming in. On his face a happy grin As he sees the flowers he sent. Bought at Paul’s for fifty cents. Now you rise to say your ditty. Wonder if they think you’re pretty. Tommy’s nodding, thinks it fine. Likes to see his sister shine. Roll received, you homeward go. Walking by the faithful Joe; Give your promise, take his pearl— Happy, happy Senibr Girl! —HAZEL BLISS. 15

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 (lite Senior Jilan CT Blessings on thee. Senior Man, Stand up collar, shoes of tan. With thy bosom shirt of whito Glowing in the evening light; With thy red cheeks, redder still. Flushed by momentary thrill; With thy parents, genteel graces. Happy smiles upon their faces. Frcm my heart I wish thee joy. Wish I were a Senior Boy. “Oh, for Senior’s grand display! He hears the struggling Junicrs say. Duds that mock the doctor’s rule, Which he never wore in school. With the collar high and tight. And the scarlet tie so bright; With his watch—'twas father’s gift— (He was glad to make the shift); Cuff links from Aunt Mary Ann— Oh, you lucky Senior Man! Then he rises, grabs his “role ; Now he beats it from the knoll. As he passes through the door He’s a Senior Man no more. Congratulations come by scores And his head doth madly soar. People nearly die with mirth. Hear them say, “Come down to earth! He must learn to lower his head If he’s going to earn his bread. —S. BRAZEAU, 15. Liliiu-i-iiniii!

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 SKNIOK CLASS OFFICERS NN esley Nat wick Dolma Padgam George Gibson Verna Welch Senior (Class Histuru WARM day in September. 1911, was of great importance to us, the Senior Class of 1915, as it was our first day in High School. We were immediately designated as “emeralds” by the dignified and grown-up Seniors, because of our vivid shade of green. However, since we were one hundred and two strong we soon over- came this characteristic. The upper classmen vied with each other in giving us advice, kindly advice, as they called it. hut which was not cheerfully accepted by cur green minds. When the finals came we were so frightened that we could scarcely write. Consequently it was decided that penmanship must be taken through- out another year. The Freshman year is memorable to each and every one of us. When we think hack over the year, we remember the failures and disappointmnts, the aspirations and victories which ensued during those busy nine months of school. With proud and joyful hearts we bore home our cards promoting us to Sophomores. When as Sophomores we entered the assembly room very much depleted in numbers, but with swelled chests and a mighty high opinion of ourselves, we were greeted as “conceited Sophomores,” and no doubt we were. We were law-abiding citizens who never loitered in the halls: never laughed nor grouped on the stairs: always studied during school hours, and never whispered in classrooms. Most of us pressed on toward the top rung of the ladder, although we were very much grieved to leave a few behind, who either left school or remained to lend a guiding hand to the Freshmen.