Lincoln High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Manitowoc, WI)

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‘“As seniors they assumed the business point of view. ‘I'hey asked themselves many questions: Are the four years of high school proving a good investment? Are we getting the very best? Are we working ‘side by side with those who go farthest and study deepest’? They found, in their senior year, that opportunities must be grasped in time or the influence gained will be lost. Hence responsibility was placed upon them in their senior year. It is this responsibility that makes the Senior sober and stately. ‘“The day dreams grew shorter and were more of reality. The foundations of the air-castles were made closer to Earth and they sometimes got as low as the physics laboratory. ‘““They found that the period of high school was a testing time, a proving of their ability and a drawing out of their tendencies in life. They have been given a choice of subjects which enabled them to follow their course with fewer conflicts. Electives were more than useful. (They took the place of ‘hard’ studies). ‘They also found manliness, and earnesiness and reality in life. ‘““They now cast aside their privileges and pleasures of high school life only to cherish them as they climb ever on from summit to summit to ‘ideals not attained’.’’ I rose only to find the fading twilight — the vision had disap- peared, | “The gathering orange stain Upon the edge of yonder western peak Reflects the sunset of a thousand ‘years.”’ H. W. 733. The Toast. Here’s to the school we love so well, Here’s to the M. H. 8. Here’s to the fellow who never flunks, And here’s to the Knight of the Guess. Here’s to the friendships of days gone by, Here’s to the teachers we’ve known, Here’s to the lessons that weren’t prepared, Here’s to the class from which we’ve flown. Here’s to the senior of solemn mien; Here’s to the senior who’s gay. Here’s to the Freshman and Junior and Soph, Whose chief occupation is play. Here’s to the class of the year 13; Here’s to the good times we’ve had; Here’s to the hope, that as time goes on, We'll seldom have cause to be gad. —21|—

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sider themselves the source of amusement for the seniors. O, how they envied the seniors — those wise men so ill-grounded in the rules of civility as to call the freshmen ‘green’! The next duty as Freshmen was to prove that they were not ‘green’. And if they could produce sufficient evidence in the line of examinations, they no longer were called freshmen but sophomores. ‘‘Their sophomore year was quite different from the former. They were very observant, — those from the land of the whisiling quail, and those from the land of the magnificent buildings; and they soon became adapted to the high school life, as the old Norse Vikings became adapted to the French language, custom and law. As a result, their culture wants multiplied rapidly. ‘““A ereat change took place in their second year. They no longer struggled in separate bands, but were united in one central high school. Old grievances and il!l-feelings were forgiven and for- gotten as they were endowed with higher inspirations and were given new hearts. They never, never neglected their studies and they soon became conscious of a feeling of equality toward the seniors. It was the juniors that they now learned to envy, for their joys and pleasures seemed to be a part of their daily toil. The sophomore year was a great help to their advancement. ““There never was a jollier junior class under the sun than that of 1913. Romance was the chief characteristic—study was secondary at times. The modest were distinguished from the gay; the strong from the weak; the timid from the bold. They played the jolly part of their high school life in this period. Athletics afforded a wide field for physical as well as mental development. The two faculties were combined in football, baseball, basketbail and on the track. Especially in football, team work was found to be an excellent quality of efficiency — harmony in the team was half of the game. “The junior year was the golden age of day-dreams. The junior girl dreamed of her noble knight, who would some day come riding on a snow white steed and carry her off to some distant land, where she would reign as queen. The junior boy likewise dreamed of the future: He would soon be holding an office of trust and profit and be taking active part in the busy whirl of the twentieth century. “The influence of their Junior year left a lasting impression upon their minds. It penetrated the inmost channels of expression; and freeing the light which lies hidden in every soul, it freed the deeper powers known as personality. It has become a guiding prin- ciple that will guard them through life. It has helped to mold their character and to form their destinies. —20—

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School Days. We came one morning in the fall, From haunts both far and nigh, To answer to the first roll-eall In dear old Manitowoe High. Just how we felt need not be told, Let it suffice to say We often shivered as with cold, On that important day. We briskly climbed the flights of stairs To reach our destination, And there we saw upon some chairs An awesome congregation. We registered and got our books, And proceeded to our classes, A mixture true of frightened looks, And troubled youths and lasses. Thus quickly passed that eventful year, Full of pranks and childish joys; And daily grew that school more dear To the mob of girls and boys . So three more happy years have passed, And the time is drawing near When we again, with hearts downeast, Must seek another sphere. We’ve studied grammar, history, And physies with its store Of law so full of mystery, That it makes us long for more. We’ve occasionally the truant played, Or disobeyed a rule; But we’ve also labored, undismayed, To attain success in school. Before we go to play our parts, Wherever fate shall call, We wish to say, with grateful hearts, We’re glad we’ve had it all. Sometimes we’ve failed in days gone past, Our duty to perform ; Rut the wish will linger to the last To triumph and reform. We'll ne’er forget our M. H. S., No matter where we roam; A memory, it will be, to bless, As we journey on toward Home. = 99. H. G. 13.