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

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THE LINCOLNIAN 15 JAMES GRANGER B. W. — Aw, Heck! C. D. — Telling- jokes to Lil lian. A. L. — To be a comedian. RALSTINE ROBERTS B. W. — Don’t kid me now! C. D. — Talking. A. L. — To preside over Old Maid’s Convention. JOHN HUNLEY B. W. Aw Naw Now! C. D.— Stalling. A. L. — To reside in New York. LINCOLN HIGH GIFTS TO THE GREAT WAR. At the beginning of the world-wide con- flict no institution was more active in performing its duty than was our own Lincoln High. All realized that the cause for which America entered the war was just and honorable, and acting under this cause Lincoln played her part and ' held her own. Many sacrifices had to be made in or- der to bring victory to our arms. We had to give up four of our teachers and three of our students who are as follows: Profs. H. O. Cook, D. N. Crosthwait, T. Gaillard and C. S. Smith; the students are : Edward Fladger, Robert Farrell and William Jones. There were also many of our alumni who heard his country’s call. Each of these brave men volunteered and fulfilled his duty. Not only has Lincoln High school given several of her valuable sons but she has aided and supported all activities or or- ganizations which were for the relief of suffering among the soldiers. She stood 100 per cent in the purchase of War Sav- ings Stamps ; she aided the Red Cross So- ciety by taking out subscriptions and by rallying to the Old Clothes week; by pur- chasing Liberty Bonds as well as furnish- ing part of the music for the’ Liberty Bond parades. In fact Old Lincoln made a most favorable showing in all war activ- ities. The gifts that our school made will never be forgotten. The good results that come from these sacrifices will multiply as the years go by. The memory of the good deeds which were done by the men of Lincoln High will always be cherished. These men not only set the example for other men, but they also helped our race- by placing it in a more exalted position before the eyes of other races. According to reports from our soldiers,, the hardships and struggles which they had to endure were very trying. The question which naturally arises is, was the sacrifice worth the suffering? Did we gain anything by helping to set an ex- ample? In the first place these black heroes have proven their worth. No na- tion can rightly demand a high position until it has again and again proved its worth. All of us believe that that democracy for which these Colored boys fought in Europe will some day be a part of his heritage at home. They are not discour- aged for full well is it known that “Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.” Have faith, dear old Lincoln; the jus- tice, honor and freedom for which your sons fought and bled will ultimately tri- umph o’er all the land; the wrong shall fail, the right prevail with peace on earth,, good will to men !

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14 THE LINCOLNIAN LOLA SMITH B. W. — I’ll say it does! C. D. — Entertaining- the gc-nts. A. L. To wear lots of pretty clothes. JOSEPH JOHNSON B. W. — Now listen! C. D. — Wearing the expres- sion of a philosopher. A. L. — To meet an ideal mate. VERNETTA ALLEN B. W. — Now aint ’chu fun- ny! C. D. — Singing. A. L. — To capture an “Holt.” THE SORROW OF GOOD-BYE. Lola M. Smith, T9. Oh Lincoln, dear old Lincoln! Is it true that from you we must part? Oh. Lincoln, dear old Lincoln! If you but knew how it hurts our hearts. We came here in Nineteen Fifteen, To have left then wouldn’t have meant so much ; We had not learned to love you so, We had not felt your gentle touch. To realize we are going to leave you, You whom we love so well, Oh Lincoln, the sorrow it gives us We will never be able to tell. To leave our dear, dear principal, To leave our teachers, too; Oh Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln ! How much it hurts to leave you ! Nineteen sixteen was our second year here, And even then we could have left with- out sorrow; We had not yet learned to love you so dearly ; We had not yet thought of the ’morrow. But the time has come and we must go, We must leave and make room for the rest ; For if we are selfish and stay here, We wont learn of the world and its test. But when our third year here began Love for you we began to feel; It seemed as though we’ve vowed here to stay, And upon it have set our seal. So Lincoln, good-bye, not forever, though, For we will come back some day To visit our school and teachers, And it won’t be ’way next May. And now it seems the vow is breaking, For we are really preparing to go; And oh, how our hearts are aching! To know it really is so. Oh Lincoln, dear old Lincoln ! It is true that from you we must part; But Lincoln, dear, dear Lincoln, Remember it’s breaking our hearts.

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THE LINCOLNIAN 17 EUNICE BACOTE B. W.— Oh, child! C. D. — Talking - to Gaynelle. A. L. — To publish a book entitled, “Beware of Girls.” WILLIAM McHUDSON B. W. — I don’t know! C. D. — Hitting the girls. A. L.— To acquire some gray- matter. GEORGIA MOORE B. W. — I’d tell ’er about it! C. D. — Arguing. A. L. — To settle down. When the 92nd Division returned from foreign lands and the Negroes of this city were called upon to give the home- coming heroes a welcoming such as men richly deserved who had fought and bled that you and I might be free the parade would not have been complete if Lincoln High had not been there. Mr. T. J. Taylor, our military instructor, who completed a course in military train- ing in an Officers’ Reserve Training School before coming to us, has been of great assistance to us. Through his un- tiring efforts and most competent instruc- tion we have learned and accomplished much along the lines of military service. His amiable disposition and fondness for fair and clean sports has inspired the boys very much, consequently interest in military training has been greatly in- creased. Friday, May the 23rd, there was a regi- mental review for the purpose of demon- strating what we had learned in military tactics. Major Coulter of West Point and Lieut. Col. Miller of the U. S. A., were the directors of this review, which con- sisted of more than 800 cadets. The en- tire regiment was assembled at 39th and Gillham Road and was drawn up at ' 9 o’clock in regimental formation with the white cadets on the right and the Colored cadets on the left. Maj. E. B. Perry and Adi. John E. Smith commanded our bat- talion with Capt. Howard Miller com- manding Co. A, Capt. Charles E. Buford commanding Company B, and 1st Lieut. Nathaniel Griffin commanding the band. After the regiment had been formed it passed in review headed by our band, with Lieut. Col. Miller acting as review- ing officer. We were then taken through battalion and company drill, which con- sisted of close and extended order, bear- ing and taking care of the supposed wounded who fell in the sham battle. Just as we went over the top our band under Maj. Smith, struck up the tune “A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.” This mingled with our famous battle cry was highly accepted and reminded many army officers and men of the “real thing.” As soon as the battle was over our guard had to go on guard duty and relieve Man- uel High School. This was done just as the whistles were blowing for 12 o’clock and soon the buglers from the different companies were sounding the mess call which was joyful news to all. After lunch our boys seemed to be more en- thusiastic than the white cadets and wrestling and boxing matches were held. There was great rivalry among the com- panies and band each vieing in yells of en- couragement for their representatives. When the winners of these contests were finally declared, Maj. Smith formed our band in a hollow square and gave a con- cert. We soon had an audience, which included parts of Northeast, Central, Westport and Manual High school stu- dents, who at the finishing of the concert gave rousing cheers for Lincoln and its band. Directly after this the instructors, Majors and Captains were called together and given orders for the afternoon. The regiment was formed once more and the contests were on between the battalions, companies, signal corps and squads. While we were going through the grilling ma- neuvers in the hot dust and sun our band was rehearsing and the many beautiful strains that floated to us on the breeze heloed to enlighten our spirits and cheer