Lincoln High School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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Lincoln High School Base Ball Team.

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THE LINCOLNIAN 17 In the dawn of strife and battle, When hot lead like rain is falling, When in throats we hear Death ' s rattle, When the voice of God is calling, Hold! the voice of Jesus calls you To the path by others trod, Hold ! Death’s face comes into view, Prepare to meet your God. In the day when Pleasure leadeth Youth, in folly’s golden chain, When the ship no harbor needeth, Sailing proudly o’er the main ; In the hours of Life’s glad morning, Ere the pathways all are trod, Heed ! oh, careless soul, take warning. Prepare today to meet your God. Annie Swanson, TO. L stands for Lincoln, so grand and so tall, L stands for loyalty, for love pure and true. We love every space, every room, every hall. We love e’en our colors — the Gold and the Blue. H stands for High, for honor, tried and true; Thy praises we shall sing in days yet to come. All other schools may stand high, but you, Oh, Alma Mater, stand highest, as our home. S stands for School, oh, joy of our hearts, For scholars and science whose maxims we are taught. May success attend us as we play in life our parts. May success attend “Old Lincoln,” where knowledge true is sought. Spring. Willie May Parks, TO. The morn was beautiful and bright, The birds were singing with delight ; The flowers were peeping from the leaves, The wind was blowing through the trees. This was the day we washed to see, Because it filled our hearts with glee ; And only had the day before Been one of sorrow and of woe. And as the sun moved o’er the earth. Our thoughts w ' ere turned to joy and mirth, Sweet perfumes went through the air, And breezes blowing everywhere. The day wore on with glories fair, When a slight change came through the air ; The wind was turned from joy to pain, And down in torrents came the rain. Alumni Notes. Mr. Dorsey Brown of the class ’01 is spending a few days in the city and we are pleased to note that he is holding a fine position in New York city as an electrician. Mrs. Maggie Smith-Clay, class 1892, was elected principal of the Rosedale school. We are pleased to note that Dr. Ernest McCampbell, class, ’04, took unto him- self a bride. McCampbell and Houston are the only graduates of Lincoln High School that are engaged in the drug business in Kan- sas City and are doing a fine business. Of the 300 or more graduates of Lin- coln High School there has not been one that has ever been convicted of any crime in this or any other state in the United States. Does higher education for the Negro pay? This year’s tax books show that the graduates of Lincoln High School pay tax on an assessed valuation of $29,000. It now looks as if the alumni of old Lincoln High School have monopolized the medical, pharmaceutical and under- taking business in the Kaw Valley and are now able to take care of the sick and bury the dead. Say, boys, why not take the civil serv- ice examination this fall. We understand that Miss Ida Wash- ington, class 1892, gave up her job as teacher in the Philip School this winter and got married. (Just think of giving up that job in the winter time.) Miss Inez Woods, class ’06, is now teaching in Kansas City, Kans. Miss Emma Smith, class ’01, is still with the Blue Boon Opera Company. Mrs. Fannie McCampbell-Peck is now living in Kansas City and her husband, Rev. F. J. Peck, is one of the big men in the A. M. E. church. When is W. T. Washington going to take charge of Washington, D. C. ? The class of 1901 still holds the rec- ord. 31 members and all doing well. We understand that Miss Ida B. Railey is going to be married soon, and at this time we are not able to give the name of the man. Mr. Arthur Pullam is still managing the “Monarch ” base ball team, and it is said that he is the greatest catcher among the negro professional base ball players. The Lincoln High School Alumni As- sociation hopes to be permanently organ- ized next season. We are grieved to note the death of one of our very competent graduates, Mr. Arlington Wilson. Mr. Wilson was a teacher in the state of Texas.

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THE LINCOLNIAN 19 Wit and Humor. Teacher — Hockaday, how would you collect hydrogen ? Hackaday — In religious battles. Teacher — What do you mean by that? Hackaday — Converted (for inverted) battles. Professor — Haney, give the case of that noun. Haney— Neuter case, professor. L. Smith ( after making several mis- takes) — The books differ; that’s why I made that mistake. Miss Jones — Which mistake do you mean ? Teacher — What is your father’s occu- pation ? Small Boy — I must not tell. Teacher — But I must know. Small Boy — Do I have to tell? Teacher — Certainly. Small Boy (earfully) — He’s the beard- ed woman in the dime museum. Mother — I hope my little Tommy has taken to heart mama’s talk of last night about charity and usefulness. How many acts of. kindness has he done? How many hearts has he made cheerful and glad ? Tommy — I ' ve done a whole lot of good, ma. I gave your new hat to a beggar woman, the cook’s shoes to a beggar girl in busted rubbers, a lame shoestring seller pa’s black evening suit the one he don’t wear very much. Wit and Humor. Wertie Blackwell, ’09. The Principal’s Soliloquy. “Love is true, • But 1 must tarry Seventy years more Before I marry.” Prof. Cook — The clock isn ' t running- today, is it? Wise Boy — No, sir; it ' s hanging on the wall. Prof. Walden (explaining capital and labor) — Now, if you would lend me $25 that would be capital. “And to get it back would be labor,” interrupted I.inville. J. K.— Helena, if we should marry 1 would give you anything you wish. What would be the first thing you would ask? Miss H. C. — I would ask for a di- vorce and alimony. N. R. — Professor, since we are made ; of dust and dirt, why don’t we get muddy when it rains? Professor — Some of us do. Miss L. S. — Ma ! Ma ! There’s some- thing in my bed. Ma — For the Lawd sake, chile, what am it? Miss L. S. — Just me. Wonderful Astronomy. Mr. Crosthwait — Hazel, what is the shape of the sun? Miss H. M. — Why, it’s round, Mr. Crosthwait, like that clock. Mr. Crostwait — You say it’s round like the clock? “No, sir,” interrupted Miss M. B. S., “it’s oblong.” An Algebra Problem. Edw. Baker, ’09. If A is the maid of winning charm, And B is the snug encircling arm, How many times is A in B ? He questioned quite calcu ' atively, She flushed and answered with air se- date, “It’s not quite clear ; please demon- strate.” Lula Shelby. Wit and Humor. Miss Jones — Matthew, compare the adjective beautiful. Matthew — 1 Beautiful, beautifuler, beautifulest. Prof. Crosthwait — Eddie, where is phosphorus found ? Eddie — Phosporous is the constituent of all rocks. Miss Valena Holliman, the high school poet, calls molecule mole-i-cule, but I suppose it is for the sake of rythrne in her poetry. Miss Hernon says po-tash for potash.