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

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28 THE LINCOLNIAN Then down the rain in torrents did come, Chasing away the rays of the sun. Thus the typical April day Helps us enjoy the month of May. For April’s suns and April’s showers Help to make the bright May flowers. Night. Slowly o’er the weary city Steals the soothinf calm of night, While afar o’er western borders Fades the rosy blush of light. Gently as a loving mother Mendenhall. Folds her sleeping babe away, So does evening ' s soothing shadows, Scatter far the cares of day. Now- the sorrows that molest us Hide within the midnight air. And we kneel before the Giver In thankful, earnest prayer. O’er the sea of star ry beauty Slowly sails the pale faced green, Smiling down in golden splendor On the holy and the mean. May Crosby, ' vj. Wit and Humor. Wertie Blackwell, ' 09. The English teacher asked her class in grammar to give the feminine of the word ram. Miss I. F. responded: “Rameses.” The class was one day talking about giving a play. Mr. H. M. replied : “Let’s give a ‘turpentine dance.’ ” (Ser- pentine dance.) The chemistry teacher asked the class one day which way should two glasses or tubes be placed for a downward dis- placement. Mr. H. H. said : “Pro- fessor, the top glas should be converted (inverted) over the bottom glass.” Mr. F. W. had taken Miss M. W. in a restaurant for dinner. The waiter asked Miss M. W. what she wanted. Miss M. W. began by ordering chicken, etc., hut Mr. F. W., being financially embarrassed, whispered to the waiter : Liver will do.” Teacher — J. K., what is a zebra? J. K. — It’s a horse with a bathing suit on. Miss W. B. was one day telling in the chemistry class that a chip diamond was f:n invitation (imitation) of a real dia- mond. The grammar teacher asked for the masculine of the word corceress. Mr. J. W. replied, “Saucer.” (Sorcerer.) Oh, hush; Matthew did graduate. N. V. and G. B. had a falling out ; I will tell you what it was all about, N. V. had money, G. B. had none, So that’s the way the noise begun. Mr. A. T. is the lover of two fair damsels. Miss L. McF. and Miss L. K. We don’t know which holds the best hand. Miss N. R. and Mr. C. S. play quits every now and then. I wonder what sort of a game that is. Oh, yes, we all know that Mr. H. H. has big feet. We heard him -say one day in a shoe store, “I can wear 7s, but these are 11s I have one.” Miss R. H. was seen heading a letter to Mr. O. H. It began thus: “Dear Ollia — I love you as hard as a mule can kick a stump.” Teacher — F. W., why was Sir Francis Bacon’s uncle so prejudiced against Ba- con? F. W. — Because his uncle was a ham. New Discovery : Prof. Crosthwait — Cordell, if we look into the heavens and see the great dipper and then look at the handle of the dipper, what constella- tion do we see? Cordell — The great bucket. “Old Lyndon.” A Drama in 3 Acts and 5 Scenes. By James W illiams and Edward Baker, Jr. Produced by the Senior Class of Lincoln High School.

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THE LINCOLNIAN ’21 Class Address. Edward Baker, Jr., ' 09, It is not in mere compliance with cus- tom that, in behalf of my class, I bid you welcome to our closing exercises, but out of sincere gratitude for the help- ful and sympathetic relation in the years now closing. The friends before us to- night hold special claims upon our grat- itude. We thank you for the interest you have always manifested in the wel- fare of Lincoln High school and bid you a cordial, heartfelt welcome. Tonight — “A feeling of sadness comes o’er me That is not akin to pain, But resembles sorrow only, As the mist resembles rain. For after a cruise of four long years the clas of 1909 has been safely piloted into port — a port from which we must son start on another journey, indefinite in length, over strange waters, abound- ing in strange dangers. We have had many and varied experi- ences. At times we sailed serenely on the very top of the crested wave, ex- ultant and triumphant; and then, like a flash, the sky darkened, the thunder rolled, the lightning played across the heavens, and we were plunged into the very abyss of despair. “Before us not the ghost of shores, Before us only shoreless seas.” It was in hours like these that the sturdy hand of the captain, aided by his efficient officers, gently guided the bat- tling vessel until the storm subsided and the sea was tranquil. And now we have reached the land, we will pause but a day, then, like brave sailors, must em- bark from the now to the future, for the good mate shouts, “Sail on ! Sail on ! Sail on and on !” We must obey the command, for in this life we get noth- ing save by effort. We admire the man who embodies victorious effort, the man who has those qualities necessary to win the stern strife of actual life. “How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust, unburnish ' d, not to shine in use ; As tho’ to breathe were life.” We of this generation do not have to face a task such as that our fathers faced, but we have our tasks, and woe to us if we fail to perform them. If we are to be a great people we must strive in every way to play a great part in the world. We cannot avoid meeting great issues, but to meet successfully, treating them to their utmost, we must, as Tennyson says, “Follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.” We sincerely trust that our exercises tonight will cause . you to give us the benefit of your approval ; you will get a cursory glance at our past efforts and by using imagination you may predict or (anticipate, if you will) the success of our efforts in years to come. We hope that the interest you have shown our schol in the past wil increase as time goes by and that you will help the fac- ulty, students and alumni to make it an important factor in the development of our city, of our alma mater and of our race. Life’s cares with chilling years may come, Life’s duties bring us sorrow. Bright voices from nur far off home, Mav sound the call tomorrow; A waking dream of student’s hearts. Be thou, O Lincoln, Lincoln High, A waking dream of student’s hearts be thou High, O Lincoln High ! Chorus : O Lincoln High, O Lincoln High Tho’ far adown life’s path we stray, Thy memories will cheer the way O Lincoln High, O Lincoln High O Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln High In behalf of the Class of 1909; I welcome, yea thrice welcome you. An April Day. Marguerite Smith, TO. Two beautiful flowerettes basking in the sun Lifted up their haughty heads on one April morn. ’ It seemed the sun so brightly had never shone before, And many happy children we re playing by the door. Suddenly an angry cloud o’er their heads is forming, And a shadow falls across this beautious April morning.

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THE LINCOLNIAN 29 Act I. Dramatis Personae. “Old Lyndon.” Prof. Longfellow (Pres, of Lyndon College Herman Hockaday State Senator Sorghum (Uncle of Jack) Hugh Mulholland Jack Willis (poor boy)..Jas. E. Williams George Turner (rich boy) Edward S. Baker John Lawson (his chum) . . . Ollia Haney “Bub” Stevenson (quarter-back) Frank Afincent Capt. Bird (of Brown).. H. Mulholland Capt. Berry (of Lyndon) David N. Crosthwait “Thirsty” Jackson (right tackle) Frank Watkins “Silent Henry” Johnson (center rush) Linville Smith Coach Barbee (coach of the Lyndon squad) Mathew Proctor “Billy Possum” Taft (frat man) Ollia Hanly “Teddy Bear” Roosevelt (frat man) .. Mathew Proctor Fold Barker (frat man) D. N. Crostruart “Hunry Jim Bryant (frat man) .... Linville Smith Blanche West (the heroine) Mabel Coleman Dollie Gardener Amanda Leonard Grace Meade Netta Farley Thelma Williams Vivienne Lee Winfred Lawerence . .Laura McFadden Mildred Roberts Goldie Walker Amy Harford Lulu Shelby Rose Starks Neosha Venerable Edrrtonia Blanton Estellene Green Madge Longfellow . .Wertie Blackwell Olivia Black Lula Knox Clara Porter M. B. Smith Dorothy Gray Grace Newman Marie Bowler Nannie Richardson Mandy Harris Martha Washington Beecher Stowe Johnson . .Mary White New Discovery: Prof. Crothwait — DRAMATIC PERSONAL. Grace — Doll, I am so glad we reached school early. I don’t know a thing about psychology. Doll — Well, I don’t know a line of German. What were you doing last night ? Grace — Oh ! I sat up last night mak- ing my dress and when I finished sew- ing it was entirely too late for study. Doll — Well, how is your dress made, Grace ? Grace — Oh ! it is made with tucks and frills, with the Empire back, sheath ef- fect, with the directoire sah. Oh ! It is a dream. Doll — I know it must be fearfully and wonderfully made. I sent mine to the dressmaker and she is making it to her own taste and she has such remarkable taste. Grace — I must be studying my psychology. Doll — Gee, I am so hungry I can ' t study. Grace — Hungry ! Didn’t you have your breakfast? Doll — Well, I had nothing but pop- corn and milk. Grace — Popcorn. You mean corn flakes. Doll — Oh, well, that little old break- fast food. It is just the same as pop- corn. I would rather have popcorn. Grace — Oh ! here come Rose and the rest of the girls. Thelma — Hello, girls, what are you doing here so early? Grace and Doll — We didn’t have our lessons, so we came early to study. Thelma — Say, girls, I have something to ask you. Did you hear one of the boys say this morning they were not go- ing to let George play in the game? All Girls — Play in the game! No, no, who said so? Thelma — Why, this morning at breakfast I heard one of the boys say they were not going to let him play. Chorus of Girls — That’s too bad ; so sorry ; how sad. Edmonia — I can almost see old Lyn- den losing now, because George was such a good player. Madge — Oh ! don’t say that. They might have someone in his nlace that plays just as well or even better than George. Mildred — Yes, and wonder what Blanche will say. Thelma — Say, girls, is George in love with Blanche? I notice he pays her marked attention.