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

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Sophomores THE LINCOLNIAN T age 29 YE OLDE, OLDE STORYE, (L. G. Wright.) This is ye tale of ye Love of Johne Pryce. In that olde school known as Lincoln High there dwelt a merrie lad and lassie named Johne Pryce and Celestine Williams. And the lad was passing slim and very large of eye and eke he was very tall. Ye maid was small in stature and rather abbreviated of head covering. Now ye lad and ye maid met and fell for each other. Ye lad began to sling boquets at ye maid every which way she turned. Ye lad also “slung jack.” He become a first class fish, verye, verye large and fishy. Truly ye lad was very much smitten with that maid. He made violent love to her; told her that her eyes were moons and that he was insane about her. Truly, truly, ye lad was insane. Finally ye maid began to lighten ye lad’s pockets and ye lad thinking it would be cheaper to marry her made known his de- sire in this manner. “Be mine, O lovely flower! Without you I cannot live.” And she thinking to save his life, answered, “Colored man, I am going to marry you, but if you turns up once on Saturday with your check short, just prepare to die.’..’ Verily ye lad is sure of death one way or the other since he can’t live without her. It is rumored that ye lad will be married in June and that he intends to live happily ever after. Fare ye well. Goode night. A FRIGHTFUL BATTLE. Characters. Desperate Bill .Elmer Lee Deadly Hank Walter Page “Pay me my nickel, Negro !” cried Deadly Hank. “Well, Hank, I tol’ you I ain’ got it,” pleaded Desperate Bill. “Don’t make no difference. Pay my nickel ’fore I smash you.” “Well, Hank, what did I say?” “Pay my nickel, I said.” “I ain’t got it.” “Pay my nickel.” Just then Hank started to advance and Bill began to seek a rock large enough to anni- hilate him. Of course this was a pretty diffi- cult thing to do, since Hank’s size was some- what in the elephant class. “What you lookin’ for?” queried this large individual. “I am gona get me a rock,” answered Bill. “Better get a wagon load,” advised Hank. Just then Mr. Hunter came to the door and both parties began to make frantic efforts to kill each other. But they only succeeded in the office, where both became much pre- occupied in examining their shoes and their hands. What happened there we can only surmise, but suffice it to say each came away a sadder and wiser man. Never before was a second year pupil chosen for the interscholastic debate. This year two were selected. Among the accomplished musi- cians the second year class has a greater num- ber, the most accomplished filling the place as accompanist in the school orchestra. How other than good could a class of such scholars do as an organization? The work this class has done as a club is very commendable. Our debates and discussions have been problems that are of vital importance to the race, such as the “Segregation of the Negro,” “Should the Negro Salute the Flag,” and others as important. Theirs is a brave heart that responded to every call and a willing hand that labors until the task has been completed. HELEN CLASLAY, T8.

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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.

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‘Page 30 THE LINCOLNIAN Freshmen THE FRESHMEN FRESHMEN HISTORY. In September at the beginning of school the Freshmen started on their four years journey. It took a very long time to get used to our upper classmates as they teased us ail the time about being Freshies. Not understanding why we were tormented so, we decided to settle down and make the best that was pos- sible for our Freshmen class. On the 17th of October a club was organiz- ed of which Mr. A. B. Pittman was at the head. The following officers were elected: Miss Ethel Manos, President; Mr. Clinton Jackson, Vice-President; Miss Julia Glover, Secretary; Miss Bethel Moore, Ass’t. Secretary; Mr. A. B. Pittman, Treasurer; Miss Rose Everett, chairman of Program Committee and Miss Elizabeth Williams, Chairman of School Com- mittee. The club obtained the best possible results under the faithful officers and made very rapid progress. The first entertainment given by the club