Lincoln High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Manitowoc, WI)

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THE FLAMBEAU A Legend of Learning By Marion Hudders On the shores of the Great Water, Near a gently winding river, Stood of brick, a massive building; Massive, yet quite unforbidding, | With its trees and shrubs so graceful, Near it lay a bit of woodland; In this wooded spot, a fountain Brightly gleamed among the branches; Gleamed and glanced its sprays so silv’ry. To this building came the maidens, Came the youths so eager, happy, On a smiling day in summer. Came they at the cal! of Learning, Of the mighty spirit, Wisdom; To her Temple came they hopeful, To the words of knowledge listened. Through the vale the call resounded, Far and near, the students heard it. Many shy ones came that morning, Others, with a hope that vanished After many futile searches (Prompted by the upper classmen) For the freshmen’s main assembly. When the students had assembled, Learning’s Temple was o’er-crowded. Used was ev’ry nook and cranny. Many were the trials met with By those students in their efforts To obtain the gifts of Wisdom. Found the customs and traditions, In that mighty spirit’s Temple, Strange to understand and follow. Wandr’ing through that bit of woodland, Awed, they stopped before the fountain, Gazing at its shimm’ring beauty, Pondering what their fate, if students Older, should perchance, be passing. Thus was passed their year as freshmen. Years that number four have glided Onward since that call of Wisdom. -

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THE FUAMBEAU Our Class Ship By Margaret Jorgensen Our class ship we have launched on life's ocean’ to-day, And we wave our bright banners of rose and of gray. In our hearts, there’s a prayer; on our lips, there’s a song, As we start on our journey uncertain and long. Through four short happy years, we’ve attended this school; We have worked and have played and obeyed every rule. But our ship has embarked on the ocean of life, To endure sin and sorrow, and all the world’s strife. Happy thoughts of our school days from care bring relief; For we know that life's pleasures are many but brief. But the four happy years seem as four golden hours, That are faded and gone as the fair summer flowers. On the ocean of life, our brave captain is Truth And his shipmates are Freedom, Faith, Purity, Youth. Our class ship boldly sails through the storm and the tide, O’er the wild rushing waves of life’s ocean so wide. In the heaven, we see for a moment the dawn; But alas! its bright ray now is vanished and gone. And the dark storm of life overwhelms us with fear; But our brave captain Truth speaks to us words of cheer. ‘Tn the life that you seek is the Father divine, And His kind, loving mercy on mortals doth shine. O’er life’s ocean so wide, He will watch from above, lf you trust Him alone, who is mercy and love.” So we pray that our ship inay sail bravely along, And the prayer in our hearts finds expression in song; ‘‘May our colors sw glorious, the rose and the gray, Wave majestic in triumph on this our life’s way.”

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THE FLAMBEAU Thrice again the youths and maidens Have responded to that summons. Yet each time a few returned not, Beckoned on by other pleasures. Two and seventy remaining Elave o’ercome each difficulty; Have obtained the gifts of Wisdom; Foremost were the youths in trackwork; In.athletics, fame and honor, Prominent they were in gaining. Orators can ne’er excel them; So 'tis said by those who’ve heard them. Maidens, too, have done their duty, Sharing all the Temple’s burdens; Active in each undertaking. Oft the music of their voices Sweetly through the halls has echoed. Schooled they were in all the phases Of that science called Domestic; In the serving of those luncheons None could e’er excel these maidens. Fragrant odors oft were wafted From these culinary efforts. Victory again attained they— Having mastered Wisdom’s lessons, Highest honors were they given. Rightly may we feel most happy Of this class to be a number. Tis to few the honor given. Bravely have they striven onward, Toward the goal of their ambition; From the Temple soon are going To return no more as students. For these two and seventy seniors, ‘Passed have high school's privileges; All its pleasures gone forever. Life’s realities await them, As they leave this school of Knowledge Near the gently winding river, By the shores of the Great Water,