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

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THE LINCOLNIAN ); ) L This loss brought much sorrow and loneli- ness to our young hearts. Yet we shall al- ways remember the happy hours and days we spent in school with these dear ones. We must turn from the dark days and record some of the light. The second year was the last year the girls were to spend in the sewing department and it seemed as though each one wished to do more in this department than anywhere else. I think this was done for two reasons. (1) Because we were working girls and loved to sew. (2) Because we had teachers that always tried to make things pleasant for us, and al- ways saw that the work to be done was fin- ished promptly and correctly. These teach- ers at that time were Miss Fredrica Sprague, now happily married to Dr. E. J. Perry of this city, and Miss Carrie Stratford, now a teacher in Texas. We do not mean to leave you to think that the girls did all the work. There are some boys in our class and they did beautiful work in the manual training department un- der the supervision of Mr. Charles West- moreland. We are proud to say that it w ' as at the end of this year that not only the faculty but the public agreed that the man- ual training and domestic science depart- ment had more work on exhibit than ever before in the history of these departments. It was this year that our classmate Willa Dixon left our class to attend Western Uni- versity. As we left the sophomore class, knowing that we had made a good record, we entered the junior class hoping to make a better one. We were very successful in our junior year, although we were very mischievous. There were some very bright scholars in our class and we were liked by most of the teachers. We had two very sad experiences in that year. We lost two of our very dear classmates, Carita Watson and Herbert Rhone. Their places can never be filled in our class, for both were gay and playful and loved by us all. The Junior year was the girls’ first year for cooking and we progressed nicely under the supervision of Miss Grace Hardy, who was domestic science teacher. The Junior year passed swiftly. Before we could clearly realize it, we were gliding into our fourth and last year. At the beginning of this year two of our members left us to attend other schools. They were Goldie Davis, who went to Topeka to attend the high school there, and Hucston Jackman, who went to Minneapolis, Minn. We also lost one girl through matrimony, Miss Ethel Miller. Our class has progressed well this year and we feci confident of leaving a good record behind us for dear old Lincoln High. We have prog- ressed wonderfully this year in cooking under the supervision of Miss Susie Russell, and some of our girls took millinery under the supervision of Miss Russell. We did beautiful work, some of which was on exhibit in with the other needlework. MINE OWN PEOPLE. Could I but sing the goodness of a people loved by God; Feared by those who hate a Race who firmly trod The ways that are right and just to all man- kind ; I would sing in clarion voice that shook the firmaments Praises of this beloved Race of mine. Could I but raise a monument that reached so high — That its apex seemed to pierce the very sky, ( would have writ across it this one lone line, (That all mankind could see all o’er the world) — God first, then this beloved Race of mine. — C„ Leslie Frazier. ( 14 )

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THE LINCOLNIAN He arose and having been left alone the conversation turned. They talked of their school days. “Do you remember the promise we made to help each other when we were in need?” asked Evelyn. “Ah well do I remem- ber it; but I — .” She let him get no farther, but reminded him not to regret anything. They talked of the wedding and when he left both were happy, because he said Evelyn would recover and they could have the wed- ding soon. The next day Mrs. White came and stayed all day with Evelyn. She won- dered how she ever hated such a dear girl. After Evelyn recovered she prepared for her wedding. It was indeed a wedding. The bride looked lovely in the charmuese gown and orange blossoms. She carried a bridal bouquet of lilies and roses. Miss Brown gave the bride away. The groom was equally as delightful to look upon as the bride, and after the wedding as the two started on their bridal tour every one declared the pair were well suited. Mrs. White was thankful that she was worthy of such a daughter. As for the Coles family they went to Europe and all trace of them was lost. A second joy came to Evelyn after she had recovered she found that her deceased uncle left his fortune to her. So when Harold led Evelyn to the altar he led an equal to him in fortune, but far superior to him in will power. Did you know the greatest difference be- tween man and woman is that a man cannot talk without a text, while a woman can talk without even a pretext. Barber (after a shave)— “Hair dyed, sir?” The Teacher — “Yes, it died about ten years ago.” HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 14. Mattie Revis and Wilmer Hampton. History as we have been taught is the knowledge of events. Herewith we give you a small sketch of our knowledge of events that have happened during our four years in Lincoln High school. If we should try to tell all of the important events v e are sure this Annual would be full of class history. This noble class of “freshies” which en- tered Lincoln High in the year 1910 num- bered one hundred and fifty. It has de- creased wonderfully in numbers since that time. In the second year we had decreased to 116. In the third year we mustered sev- enty in number. Various causes conspired to decin te our ranks, yet each year we car- ried the record of having the largest class that was ever known in the history of Lin- coln. At the beginning of our fourth year our enrollment was 44, a very large num- ber for a senior class in Lincoln. We spent a happy year when we were “freshies.” Only once did sadness over- whelm us and that was when death’s angel visited us and took one of our dearest classmates, Corine Ricketts. Two of our girls left to attend Lincoln Institute, Nellie Revis and Flossie Jones. As this waj our first year and we were just learning the ways of the school there were not many very important events. But we left the dear old “freshie” class with a determination in each one’s mind to do more in our sophomore year. We did do more for we made it one of the most important years in our class history. In this year we had one more death than we had in the freshman year. The Lord saw fit to take from us two of our boy class- mates, Lonney Green and Wendell Crews.

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THE LINCOLNIAN had lived in and about Kansas City these ten years. . I asked him about each one, but what was the most shocking of ali of his conversation was that Edith Douglas, the quietest of our class, had committed suicide over some love affair. For this reason Eugene Walker grieved so deeply that his parents urged him to go ‘to Arizona for his health. As the train pulled out from the station I settled myself comfortably in the plush seat and picked up a magazine to read. I had a long way to go and had only one change to make. But soon discovered that I had no interest in reading. So I dropped the maga- zine, and allowed my thoughts to wander as fancy might allure. In the midst of my reverie I became vaguely conscious of some one watching me. I looked up and saw that it was Henry Beach, an old classmate of mint ten years ago. I could hardly believe my own eyes. He ap- peared not to have changed much save to become a little more settled. For this he had a plausible reason, he was now married and was the father of seven children. He told me he was on his way home, which is still in Kansas City. I was delighted to converse with him as he was the only passenger on the train with whom I was acquainted. We talked about our old school friends since he When we reached Chicago I made my first change, thus bidding my old school chum adieu, but promising to renew our acquain- tance when I returned to Kansas City, as I had to stay over night in Chicago. I jumped into a taxicab and went to the quietest hotel in town. The machine stopped in front of a pretentious building. All marble and cut stone it towered nine stories in the air and its apartments well correspond with its exterior. Whom do you think were the owners of this elegant hostelry? Maud Hud- gins and Lester Hubbard, who, after marrying had had wonderful success. No one could have hoped for so much from Lester, the class “parrot.” The two young people seemed very happy in their work, being equally ambi- tious and industrious. They told me of many pleasant occurrences from them I learned with surprise that Olga Overall had married and was living out in the suburbs of the city in a beautiful bungalow.