Lincoln High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Manitowoc, WI)

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But once more their footsteps falter, Only once they pause in silence, Stop to speak a word of comfort To the Juniors and the Freshmen In their rooms with gloomy faces, Where the teacher in her glory, Talks and laughs among their numbers, Scolds and chides whene’er they need it. To the Juniors leave they wisdom, To the Sophomores leave they knowledge, To the Freshmen leave they pity, To the school they leave their folly, Leave it all with keenest sorrow, From the glory of their studies, From the joy of skipping classes, Forth they go with downcast faces, Now to teachers, school, and students, To their favorite haunts of childhood, To their pleasures and their follies, To the friends they leave behind them, To the room so dear to many, They will say ‘‘Farewell” forever. Forth into the world—not halting All alone must walk the Seniors, Proudly, with their store of wisdom, Strong, enduring, conquering ever. Vx. RG, =99.—

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In Praise of “1912.” (Hiawatha). They, the Seniors, the great learners, They, the marv'lous story tellers, They, the friends of all the Freshies, They, the many knowledge seekers, Bid adieu to High School pleasures. Down the path of life and duty, Thru the world with wondrous wisdom, Walk they forth with ling’ring footsteps. From the country, from the city, Came these Seniors of all nations; Came the Germans and the Irish, Came the English and the Frenchmen; All of them were drawn together By their love for broader knowledge, To this city, calm and peaceful, To this place of rest and comfort. Out of childhood into manhood, Now have grown these many Seniors, Skilled in all the arts of singing, Skilled in all the lore of study, In all parts of ‘‘Buehler’s” Grammar, In all parts of ‘‘Millikan’s” Physics, In all names and works of writers— Filled with knowledge are these Seniors. Reaped from every branch some knowledge, Taught by all the teachers goodness, Learned their ways and all their habits, Talked with them whenever bidden, Called not seldom studious (?) Seniors. ““Bluffed” in class when nothing knew they, ‘‘Skipped”’ when weather was inviting, — ““Taughed” ’cause no one was the wiser. Forward now go all the Seniors, Pleasant are their words of parting, Sorrowful the faces ’round them, For the bitterness of parting Lingers in their downcast faces, Lingers in their looks and actions, In their minds are noble prospects, ’ In their hearts are high ambitions. -— 28—

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: aN ee (My, E — EOS, Wes) je Wl WE ( (= = sts IN i Candy Cues. Candy, as I always thot, was made for the purpose of eating. This was the only use I ever accorded to that delicacy until the other day when I had an opportunity of changing my opinion. The opportunity offered itself while I was visiting at Martha Nielsen’s home in Missouri. Martha was married to a lawyer down there and was still as fond of candy as she was at old M. H. S. ten years ago, in (912. One day during my visit, Martha and I whiled away several hours in making ‘‘divinity.” We talked of our happy, high school days and wondered how much the world had improved since it had received into its bosom the great and brilliant class of 1912. We soon found out the improvement, and our wonder grew, for we learned of our classmates in a very uncommon way. In testing the divinity, we poured several drops of the white syrup into a cup of water, to see whether they would form hard, brittle balls. Great was our astonishment when we beheld the small drops flatten, grow larger, and brightly colored pictures ap- pear on each. We eagerly scanned the largest picture. It represented a small, country village. The most conspicuous building was a grocery store, ornamented with a large, wooden sign bearing the inscription: ‘‘Holst Co., Dealers in Groceries, Mishicot, Wis.” — 30