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

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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 )

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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 V. - IX. And in life’s ever warring field Their real full life begins, And panoplied with wisdom shield Their spurs deserve and win. VI. To others school days are not done, And time with love unrolled Has just with them in school begun His treasures to unfold. VII. The school is out and now we part And go our sev’ral ways, To mingle in life ' s busy mart And spend vacation days. VIII. But let all remember well The lessons we’ve been taught. And let cur lives their impress tell. We live them as we ought. The old school house will be revered And to our memories cling, The chart by which our bark was steered When life was in its spring. X. And teachers’ will the twigs enclined, And taught them how to grow. Oh, dear their memories are inshrined In days of long ago. XI. O Wisdom! sweet is thy address, Thy wooings never cease, Thy ways are ways of pleasantness And all thy paths are space. XII. Thrice happy they who at the fount Drink from thy crystal springs. As eagles, they shall upward morn Above all lowly things. ( 27 )