Lincoln High School - Bumblebee Yearbook (Port Arthur, TX)

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OFFICERS : Martin Jacquet resident Rosevelt i Vice President Alberta Ledett Janell Waters ............................................. Walter Pender . 1 Martin Isabella Thompson Hiutnrian M OTTO : K now Thyself FLOWER: ' White Rose HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF i26 Every loyal student feels a just pride in the achievements of his class. The class of '26 is characterized by its small but representative number and its master minds. We cannot, because of the limitations of space, give to you the principle events in the history of our class, but we hope sincerely to relate to you the synopsis of the story of the circumstances, endeavors, and achievements that mark the struggie and progress of the invincible class of '26. In 1922 we were ushered with honors and delight into the High School. This notorious freshmen class then had twentyeone members. In beginning our High School career, we found this first year a very strenuous one and yet we- were able to appreciate this because our very beings were animated with thirst for knowledge. We endured hardships and embarrassments of a freshman, and father time swiftly brought: us into our Sophomore year, more members came to us and some fell by the way. Since, we were Sophs our minds naturally followed the channels of Socrates, the wisest man that ever lived, therefore we decided to take his same admonition Know thyself , hence we have our motto. The third year we began as proud Juniors with but a short bridge between us and our seniority. In our Junior year more of our classmates left us our trials became very heavy but they only spurred us on to victory. Then came the crowning year, our Senior year. With eight members and finally seven, we determined to finish the cause, we had so earnestly begun. In this class the boys ontnumbers the girls 4 to 3 which is somewhat unusual. Under the leadership of our president, Martin Jacket, we have striven to accomplish all that our High School is expecting and demanding of us. In putting out our hrst annual we attempted to win honors of popularity but seem- ingly because our minds were so filled with the thrill of our first experience of wearing class rings, delivering orations and finally receiving our High School diplomas, we soon

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Walter Pender Janell J. Waters Rosevelt Henderson Isabella N. Thompson Martin J acket Reference Martin Albert: Ledett uLumn 1 HM, 1 uRosen uBellu Jack Rufus 7 uBenn

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found that we must unselfishly award this honor to the Freshies and Juniors. We as a class are eager to find ourbetter seWes ,hnd thereby become capable of taking our places in the world ofactivity. i That hope that springs eternal in the human breast urges us on and tells us, that tomorrow will be a better day. As we leave our cherished Alma Mater, we pause to give highest honor and express our sincere gratitude to those our beloved faculty members who have been instrumental in making us what we are, and who have encouraged us to raise higher the standards of civilization. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY As the class of 1926 was contemplating its coming commencement exercises, it fell to my lot to forecast the future of these fair damsels and gallant young men. I knew not what to do, for I was not born a prophet, just one of you. I had spent the day in hard study and deep thinking. Now worn and weary, I lay down to sleep. I had slumbered but a moment, when I arose refreshed and strengthened. I was in the lobby of Hotel Buffalo, suddenly I noticed a tall handsome young man, coming toward me. He smiled and I stood in awe, for it was none other than Martin Jacket, our class president. After a brief conversation I learned that he was the owner of a chain of hotels including Hotel Buffalo, in which I was stopping. We lunched together, and went for a ride in the afternoon. While driving through the city, my attention was attracted to a a large sign, The Henderson Plant. We stopped to visit the plant; I could scarcely believe my eyes, when we walked into the presidentis office, and I recognized the familiar face of our old classmate Roosevelt Hen- derson, the president of The Hendrson Plant. Later I visited New York City, where I met J anell Waters, who was now a designer in The Smart Shop on Fifth Avenue. On Sunday. morning I attended the morning service, at the St. Mark's Cathedral, 3 magnificent building, while pondering over this perfect work of man, my eyes beheld a stately Bishop in his robes of dignity, who poured forth words of inspired instruction, and to my surprise this devine was Walter Pender, who had thus entered into the work of the church. As I was leaving the Cathedral, some one touched me on the arm. I turned around, and looked into the face of Isabelle Thompson, who invited me to spend the day with her. I accepted her kind invitation, and we drove home in her fine new car. Isa- belle was a retired nurse, now living in the Thompson Mansion on Riverside Drive. It was from Isabelle that I learned, that the cathedral, in which we had worshipped, was the work of Reference Martin, who was a great architect in Paris. In the evening I thought that I would rest for an hour or two, for I was tired and sleepy. I slept long and very soundly. When I opened my eyes, to my surprise I found myself in my own home in the same old town.