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

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VICTOR SANDMAN Sandy There are ‘•miles that make you happy There are smiles that make you blue, But the smiles that calm life’s rough old sea Are the smiles that Sandy gives to you. ILLA SEE Beneath her smiling countenance A quiet mind is hid. We don’t believe she was sec lded once For ne’er a wrong deed she did. RUTH SHULTZ Lucinda Ne’er do we mention our Junior class play. But someone listening will rurely sav, “Oh! Ruth Shultz as Lucinda was funny, She alone was worth the money.” GABRIELLE SMITH Gabe Expressive face of Oabrielle Oh! but we do love it well. Now serious looks, now mischievous glances. All of these her charm enhances. WILLIAM SMITH Bill lie is the hero of our class. His basket-ball has made many a lass Just love him and then love him more Each time that he comes on the floor.

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LORNA RENNE Small of stature, tall of miml, Is our Lorna, surnamed Renne. Few intellects like hers you'll find. On that we’d bet our last lone penny. BEATRICE RICHARDS Baffie And here we see a dark-eyed maid, On teaching now her future’s laid But still we know there she’ll not stay, For soon a soldier’ll come her way. STELLA RICKMAN Stella Rickman, a maiden fair. With lovely eyes and rich dark hair. Editor-in-chief she is of this bo k, Her marks were high in all studies she took. CHARLES RILEY Charlie When duty whispers low, “Thon must” Then he replies, I can ’ ’. But still he likes to play and just Have all the fun he can. IMOGENE ROUSSEAU Gene Here at her feet we fall, This maiden who is tall. This maiden who is fair, She drives away all care. N

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MARIE SPL1ES As softly down the aisle she rushes, Marie’s face is red with Mushes. We all love her, Vi's, we do, If you knew her you wcnld too. IRENE SULLIVAN Pecky She’s so short and full of zest Her jokes she fire© in a rapid volley, Without her all our fun’s a jest But when she’s there we nil feel jolly. LLOYD TAYLOR Taylor He went through school’s four years In wondrous merry mood The failures ne’er he fears The goddess of Frolic he cheers. HELEN WEEKS Squeeks Fair Helen, that dost so comely grow Hid in that silent old fourth row, Thou art so fair, thou art eo sweet, With a shy smile you every one greet. PERCY WHITTINGHAM Pussy-foot Dark haired Percy, we do know Well up in the world will go, For he has ideals high Which fall not far from the sky.