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

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Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But he, with a chuckle, replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a ■ grin On his face. If he worried, he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that ; At least no one ever has done it.” But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, .A ! first thing we knew he’d begun it; With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit ; He started to sing as he tacked the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did. it. There are thousands to tel! you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure, There are thousands to point out to you. one by one, The dangers, that wait to assail you ; But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Then take off your coat, and go to it; Just start in to sing, as you tackle the thing, That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it. — Unidentified. THE AWAKENING. (Dedicated to my mother.) How dark. Old World, you seemed to me, 0 Light ! O Hope 1 I sighed for thee ; No calm of peace I had within, Because my’ life was steeped in sin. But now, I love the woods and fields , And I thank God for all life yields; Among its scenes 1 now find peace 1 pray to God, it shall not cease. The sun of faith in beams of light, Illumes my heart ; my hope is bright : And I am rich in tender deeds To all mankind in all their needs. Each day to be like Him I pray, His life was one bright perfect day, From Him I lear.i the truth of life. That only falseness causes strife. When I lay down my life to rest, I’ll live with God and e’er be blest, And in the land where Jesus reigns I’ll sing for aye, angelic strains. C. Russell Banks, ' IS. ( 25 )

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THE LINCOLNIAN A CLASS NIGHT PLAY. Princess Chrysanthemum. Princess Chrysanthemum, the Emperor’s daughter Mamie Lewis To-To Wilma Hampton Yum- Yum... Mildred Langums Maidens attendant on Princess. Do-Do Virginia Akers Tu-lys Gertrude Baker Fairy Moonbeam — the Princess’ Good Genius Melody Tomlin The Emperor What-for-Whi, a Merciful Monarch Samuel Winston Prince So-Tru Lester Hubbard Prince So-Shi Frank Calloway In love with Princess. Top-Not, Count Chamberlain William Williams Saucer Eyes, the Wizard Cat, William Young Sprites of Night, Courtiers, Populace, At- tendants, Fairies, etc. Scene I - Emperor’s Garden Scene II The Cave of Inky Night Scene III -...Same as Scene I Argument. Act I. A great fete is being held in honor of the coming of age of the- Emperor’s daughter, Princess Chrysanthemum. She is loved by Prince So-True and returns his affections, but he has a rival in the person of Prince So-Sli, who seeks the aid of the Wizard Cat, who catries off the Princess Chrysanthe- mum to the cave of Inky Night, leaving the Emperor and Prince So-Tru distracted at her strange disappearance. Act II. Princess Chrysanthemum, imprisoned in cav,. of Inky Night, with her magic ring summons the Fairy Moonbeam, who is about to help her when she drops ■ the ring and canriot find it. Fairy Moonbeam disappears at the loss of the ring, and the unhappy Princess is left to bewail her fate. Prince So-Tru manages to obtain entrance to the cave and finds the ring, which at once causes Fairy Moonbeam to return and aid him. At this moment the Emperor arrives with his attendants and takes Saucer Eyes prisoner, bearing him in triumph to his palace. Act III. Threatened with torture, Saucer Eyes con- fesses complicity of Prince So-Sli, whom the Emperor orders to instant execution. This is, however, frustrated by the appearance of Princess Chrysanthemum, accompanied by- Prince So-Tru and Fairy Moonbeam with her band. The Emperor Saucer Eyes and So-Sli at the Princess’ request, and gives her hand in marriage to Prince So-Tru, thus bringing everything to a happy con- clusion. Here is a New Recipe. Try It. How to ' Preserve a Husband— Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young and take only- such as have been reared in good, moral atmosphere. Some insist on keeping them in pickle, while others keep them in soft water. This only makes them sour, hard and sometimes bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender and good by gar- nishing them with patience, well sweetened with smiles and flavored with kisses to taste. Then wrap them in a mantle of charity, keep warm with a steady fire of domestic devo- tion and serve with peaches and cream. When thus prepared they will keep for years. —From the Nor’easter. The superintendent was examining the school. “Who wrote Hamlet?” he asked. A very frightened little boy rose and said, “Please, sir, I didn’t.” ( 24 )

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c TH E LINCOLNIAN THE GOLD AND BLUE. I. Our work is done, Our thread is spun In colors bright and true. Shout forth your praise ‘Till the heav’ns blaze, For our dear Gold and Blue. II. Like meteors bright, Thru’ starry light, The class of T4 flew. Cross Lincoln’s sky, And trailed on high, its emblem; Gold and Blue. III. The sun’s may rise And gild the skies, With purest gold serene Their brightness shows; ' Their color grows, The Gold of class T4. IV. O’er oceans deep, The white sails peep, Of ships of stately mien. On the ocean’s breast Lies fast the rest ; The Blue of class ’14. W. Robert Williams, T4. FAREWELL. (To the Seniors from the Juniors.) Oh, how can we that me word tell, To you we know so fond and well, In all your deeds both great and small, Loyal you were ; you cannot fall. Success is what we wish to you, For life ' s rough path to you is new, Press on with faith ; do not retreat, Struggle to gain the highest scat. But ah ! how can we say goodbye, Without a sigh and tear dimmed eye, Let not the stern world’s selfish strife, Blot out the nobler things in life. It is for you to do and dare, The road to fame is all but bare, Ambition’s flame keep ever bright, For it will lead to works of might. Do not forget old Lincoln High, But let our emblem ever fly, The hour is come and we must tell To you dear friends, Farewell, Farewell! C. Russell Banks, ’IS. THE CLOSE OF SCHOOL. Elsoneter F’owler, T4. The school is out ! the schftkpl is out ! Proclaim they one and all; The school is out ! The merry shout Resounds from room and hall. II. And bustling here and there they go, A joyous, happy band, With hearts and faces all aglow, They take each other’s hand. III. And gently murmur sweet adieu! With many wishes twined, That life may in their pathway strew Her flowers of sweetest kind. IV. Tha school is out ; to some perchance ’Tis out for ever more, And they must now take up the lance Or ply the lab’ring oar. ( 26 )