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

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Sophomores THE LINCOLNIAN Page 27 CLASS SONG. All hail our colors tried and true ! All hail the old gold and the blue Which none can e’er surpass. Then lift your voices loud and. sing, And let your praises loudly ring The glories of our class. Thy maids are fair, O Class T8, As any that have e’er been seen Within this classic hall. Thy lads are valor6us and strong, The flowers of Lincoln’s mighty throng, They wait thy call. O Class T8 a beauteous dream Thou driftest on life’s changing stream Through rain and shine. What matter if the storms roar on? What matter if the rains pour on? Our hearts are thine. L. G. WRIGHT. If the latest colors from Paris were : Opal White, Ruth Redd, Donald Green, Arland Brown and Earl Gray, would Goldie Price them? If Eunice fell down and broke her leg would Viola Payne? If Edna Hammet, Lil- lian Hensley would Helen Wheeler? If Corin- nes Bibb came off at the table would Oswald Bartlett Billy Smith pick it up? If Coburn Walden bit Isadore’s Chinn, would Louis Wright about it? If Thelma Watts ate dinner how much would Maceo? If Leroy Burns his lamp all night would Crawford Darden (dart in) ? If Helen’s Lamb got loose would Ora Standback? If Juanita’s Campbell got loose, would Leo Trimble? If all the world should turn to money, would Frederick Work? She: “Oh! Doctor won’t you give me some- thing for my heart?’..’ Doc : “Hardly. I wouldn’t accept it as a gift.” THE BLUE AND GOLD. Through the years of High School, ’Mid scenes we know so well, The mystic charm of faculty’s rule We vainly sought to spell; And our many pranks and frolics In our memories we hold, Yet we’ll work for dear old Lincoln And the Blue and the Gold. Other High Schools may be larger But they can’t with us compare, In the knowledge we acuire here And the honored name we bear; We may rove the wild world over In climate warm or cold, But we ne’er will find such colors As the Blue and the Gold. When the cares of life o’er take us Mingling fast our hair with gray, Should our fondest hopes betray us, While false fortune falls away, Still we’ll banish care and sadness As we turn to mem’ries old, And recall those days of gladness ’Neath the Blue and Gold. — Bernice Paige, ’18. CAN YOU NAME IT? The boy stood on the burning deck, His fleece was white as snow; He stuck a feather in his hat, John Anderson, my Jo; “Come back, come back, he cried in grief,” From India’s coral strands, The frost is on the pumpkin And the village smithy stands. The banks and braes of Bonnie Doon, Along the River Dae, Can you forget that night in June? My country ’tis of thee! RUTH M. REDD.

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Page 26 THE LINCOLNIAN Sophomores Why little Wallace Roy don’t join the army? Why does Monroe Hunter like doughnuts so well? Resolved: Coburn Waldon is a widely known character. He is well known in this most exclusive circle : Slewfoot Sal, Lizzie the Alley Rat, Tillie the Nightmare, Tin Can Carrie, Cutthroat Catherine, And others of like and amiable character. Leon Morton; Viola Payne? Overheard in a sophomore class room while the teacher was absent: “Chocalackamacoo- la?” “Oogoogigabloblob ?” “Aw, Thamun why don’t yawh hush up?” A debating club was organized by the sec- ond year English class under the direction of Mr. Steward. The stick committee deserves credit for the spirit shown in visiting the sick. There were a good many sophomores ill this year. The sophomore club has done fine under the leadership of our classmate Miss Helen Clasley. The assisting officers deserve credit. Several programs were rendered during the year, and also a social was given. We were greatly pained to learn of the death of our classmate, Miss Maggie Dulen. “JEST FOR FUN.” Bernice Paige, T8. She, looking in window at some delicious candy: “Doesn’t that candy look good?’..’ He: “Yes, let’s stand here and look at it.’..’ Teacher: “This is the worst recitation I ever heard. I recited three-fourths of it my- self.’..’ WHAT WE STAND FOR. S — Stands for sincerity; we’ve been tried and proved true O — Stands for oratory; I’ll bet we beat you. P — Stands for prudence and punctuality as well, H— Stands for our Helen, she surely is swell O — Stands for opportunities we never let go. M — Stands for magnanimity; good seeds we do sow. O— Stands for opposition; all barriers break down. R — Stands for ranks, the best in the town. E— Stands for the excellence so hard to gain. S — Stands for success we’re resolved to attain. When we grow and while growing We will strive to open the door Which holds down our race When brains and actions and not the pace Counts more and prejudice is unknown Then we’ll have a chance to show What our ancestors have shown. When our work is finished And all have done our best The class of T8 will lead the rest. WILLIAM SMITH, T8. A DESCRIPTION (GUESS WHO). Mr. X. Y. Z., a student of Lincoln High, is not pretty but so EXTREMEL CUTE. He is a dark boy and wears his hair roached. He is strictly English but his form does not compare with his suit. It is rumored that he is a great piano player. Very popular among the young ladies. He has such a noble appearance from the back, but PLEASE don t let him turn around. This is one of his habits, to watch Miss Ever Serious all through chapel. He is very smart— so he thinks. From his actions he would like to be the center of attraction but is not. He is studying to be a preacher, but studying his lessons is a thing of the past.

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‘Page 28 THE LINCOLNIAN Sophomores “THE UPS AND DOWNS OF LIFE ’ (Walter L. Eggleston, Second Year.) What do you think happened on an October morn ? Well, that was the time when I was born. I was caught up in the beak of a stork and carried away, And remain with you unto this day. When I was ushered into this world I had two brown eyes and lots of curls! I remember the time was when My mother thought I was an angel then. When I had abided with the age of one, In life for me there was no end of fun. You may believe my story to be homespun But just the same, the girls called me hon . When I came upon th age of two, There were lots of things that I knew. For although I could not run, I could walk. And even could not run, though I could taik. When I had reached the age of three, I thought I was in Eternity; It was no grand spectacle for myself to see My mother ' s hand coming down on me. When I had sojourned in the land of four, My mother thought I was an awful bore; For everything I got hold of I broke, And my poor father it made him croak. When I hastened on to the age of five, I was certainly some beehive! At everything which displeased me, how 1 did fuss And that was the time I learned to cuss. When I arrived at the age of six. Everybody thought I was a cute little trick I was just beginning the life of school, But many a time I thought teacher a big-head fool. I continued my trip to the age of seven. In life for me there was ' no heaven; One day while seeking to my soul enhance A bulldog grabbed me and tore my pants. When I had come to the age of eight, My father bought me a speller and a brand new slate ; One day I broke the slate over a: boy’s head, And when he had finished me I was nearly dead. When I thrust myself upon the age of nine, I got everything I thought was mine; When the desert was low and I began to frown, Believe me that desert passed to me, then around. I placed myself at the door of ten, My toils of life had just began; One day from a lady I stole a bottle of gin, And she laid in wait for me with a rollingpin. When I made my debut at ne age of eleven, In life for me still there was no heaven; You may talk about your dog being kicked around, But many a time I was knocked down. I was swept on to the age of twelve, I lived mostly on the pantry shelf; When at night the family had gone to bed, I waded in jam up to my head. I now arrived at the age of thirteen, I had just begun my flirtin’; One day as I was sitting on the lawn with her and wondering why, I was struck with a clothes-prop nearby. I now ascend to the age of fourteen; I had just commenced my courtin’; One time while with my sweetheart, a social chat, Her father smotemewith a baseball bat. And now I have reached my destination, After having been chased all over creation, And I hope you will remember, little boy and girl, That your hardest life is in this word.