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

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THE SENIOR CLASS WILL The State of Texas, County of Jefferson: iWi 2 Know all men by these presents, that we, the senior class of Lincoln High School on this 18th day of May, in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-three, calling to mind the frailty and uncertainty of life and being desirous of settling our high school affairs, being of sound and disposing mind, hereby do solemnly bequeath to the lower classmen, who will in turn endeavor to fill the vacancy which will be made when this class shall graduate the following, which will be of unlimited value to them in the completion of their high school career. I, Arzalia Deese, do bequeath my dislike for reading to Roba Goudeaul 1, Esther Gabriel, will my secret of preserving youth to Gladys Sims. I, Kermit Baker, will my uD's and uC's to Hamilton Joseph. 1, Lawrence De Blane, will my coy glances and ability to vamp to Hattie Williams. I, Helen Johnson, will my ability to tiget by, to Mable Neraud. I, Blanche Batiste, will my extraordinary height and ability to sing to Ollie Williams. I, Beatrice Guidry, will my interest in school gossip to Virgie Lee Allen. I, Woodrow Andrews, will my Ukelele, made of cigar boxes, to Herbert Harris. I, Marguerete Wesley, will my cut and dried line with the boys to El Wilhelmine Baker. R? us ; I, Dorothy Gilliam, will my love for handling money to Helen Jones. I, Melvin Arvie, will my crude manners and rough bearing to James Edmonsqn. I, Agatha Prevost, will my blank expression to Vivian Jones. I, Myrtle McNulty, will my good manners and pleasing personality to Mildred Fogins. g' I, Mattie Mitchell, will my dislike for singing the blues to Annie Mae 1' Williams. I, Alexander Lafayette, will my idle hours and hatred for study to Herbert Lancelin. I, Peter De Blane, will my popularity, as a Tenor Singer, to John Narcis. 1, Lawrence Baysmore, will my speed and inability to play football to James Lafayette.

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paintings of the masters of all Europe, I saw a beautiful picture painted by a famous woman painter, Ethel Thomas. My vacation had just about come to an end, so I sailed for home and arrived in New York safely where I remained far a few days before taking up my work in Hollywood. I was standing in the lobby of Hotel Buffalo when suddenly I noticed twa beauti- ful ladies elegantly dressed, approaching me. They stopped and I stared in amazement as I recognized Annie Mae Calhoun and Ollie Mae Olivier. After a brief conversation, I learned that they were the joint owners of a chain of hotels including Hotel Buffalo, where I was staying. Later, on the same afternoon they took me out tu their mansion on Riverside Drive. We spent a very pleasant evening there and it was from them that I learned that our class was going to have a reunion at their mansion, late in August. As I was thinking of the fun we would have I was rudely awakened by the alarm clock, bringing me back from dreamland to grim realities. It was a dream and I sin- cerely hope that this class of 1933 shall realize this dream. VVVVVVVV CLASS SONG OUR HIGH SCHOOL DAYS T , une Rosary The hours we spent with thee dear school, Are like a string of pearls to us. We count them over every one apart, Our high school days, Our high school days. Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer To still our hearts in parting wrung. We'll miss each classmate to the end. And then our hearts are sad. 0! memories that bless and burn! 0! fruitful gain but bitter loss. We bid each one to strive, at last to learn T0 face the world, dear classmates, To face the world. eBy Seniors

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3am.- I, Ethel Thomas, will my hair and haircut to Edna B. Harrison. 1, Annie Mae Calhoun, will my superfluous weight to Gertie Evans. 1, Ollie Mae Olivier, will my temper and general bad humor to Abell Thibedaux. I, Burness Broussard, will my surplus energy and ability to spell to Harvey Harrison. I, Ella Badget, will my iicome-hither-expression in singing to Mar- gurete Williams. 1, Joy Lyons, will my Chemistry note-book to Gilbert Thibeaux. Lower classmen, profit by this will for we are leaving you now. Even as we crossed the threshold that has remained opened during the happiest years of our lives, we stand at the entrance of another that has not yet been opened. It is the door of life. Beyond this dom the noblest that is in us will be called forth to help us fight our battles and the knowledge gained in Lincoln High will serve as a guiding star to direct tur every course. As we glance over the pages of memory, all is joy and happiness, for memory has the tendency to efface all that is not pleasant. The petty trials that meant so much at the time were but weight by the joy that followed and Shane so brightly that every- thing else sinks into oblivion. We do not think of the drudgery that we were forced to undergo in our diligent search for knowledge, but we think of the abundant rewards that crown our every effort. It is because each and every member of the class of 1933 has held the honor of the class above eveything that we are able to lay down our cars and say, chat a peace- ful voyage is over and we reached the promised land. WE FINISH TO BEGIN.