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

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RUTH PRICE C. D. — Fussing with M. B. L. B. W. — How you get that way. A. L. — To be an efficient teacher at Wilberforce. MACEO BIRCH C. D. -Going to Kansas. B. W. — For criminee sake. A. L. — To own and operate a sporting goods store. FANNIE REEVES C. D. — Sleeping. B. W. — Oh, shoot! A. L. — To be a seamstress and make shirts for Joe. tion concerns in the country. After spending the night in Colorado Springs we left Saturday morning for Salt Lake City and arrived there Sunday after- noon. After finding a place to stop we de- cided to visit a Mormon church, having never been in one — I mean a Mormon church. On arriving at the church we found the president to be Edward J. Perkins, the second member of the class engaged in ministerial work. After the services we shook hands with the president, and he knowing I especially was interested in members of the class pointed out to us a hotel building which was owned and constructed by Chatrick Haithman. The lot on which this building sits was sold to “Chat” through Porter Jones, who is in the real estate business in Salt Lake. The Salt Lake Register, a Negro paper, spoke very highly of the chain of grocery stores operated by Lucius Perty and Joel Holman. The editor of the Salt Lake paper had just returned from a trip to St. Louis about the time of our arrival. Our next stop was Ogden. There we found the Petty Business and Commercial College, whose head was Albert Petty. Misses Mabel Grant and Estella Glasgow are head of the typewriting and bookkeeping departments, respectively. At Carson City two days later we found the Howard Seminary. This school boasts of the fact that not a man has entered the door (or window, either) for twenty years. Octavia Rector is principal, Ella May Nelson matron. I was lucky in running across Clara Martin and Roberta Connor, who reside in Philadel- phia, but were out in Carson City with their husbands, who were working their claims. Their husbands claim that they have two of the best housekeepers — well, in the business. Wednesday morning we were sitting in the lobby of the Western Hotel, San Francisco, Cal., the end of our journey. When we went into the dining room for breakfast a real nice looking, brown skin young lady sat opposite us. She was in the act of putting some kind of food in her mouth and we couldn’t see her face, but when she raised her head the recog - nition was mutual. It was Ruth Washington, who was head of the English department at Wilberforce University and was in California on her vacation and also preparing her trous- seau for her marriage to W. B. Ruth had in her possession a letter from Ophelia Cun- ningham, who is married and living in Port- land, Oregon. Her husband is a wealthy mer- chant. At last, dear friends, I think I have been fortunate in seeing or hearing directly or indirectly from every member of the Class of ’20. My health is much improved, so Bob and I will leave for New York real soon. We in- tend to take a different route back, so if there are any of the classmates that we didn’t see going out, there is some probability of our seeing them on our way back. TERRELL TAYLOR. THE PRESIDENT’S FAREWELL MESSAGE Members of the Faculty, Classmates, Fellow Students and Friends : I, the president of the Class of ’20 of Lin- coln High School, having been honored by my class in being chosen to be their presi- dent. do take this occasion to say unto you in their behalf, these last few words of fare- well. Our association with the members of the The Lincolnian Pape Nine

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GEORGE BURGIN C. D. — Staying out of school. B. W. — O, come on. A. L. — To move a little faster. ARBRAZINDA HENDERSON C. D. — Talking in sewing. B. W. — Good night. A. L». — To become a nurse. CHATRICK HAITHMAN C. D.— Being with E. G. B. W.— Well, I declare. A. L. — To work for Single- ton. swivel chair to greet us; in spite of his gray- ness around the temples I recognized George Smith. Burt Singleton is the efficient sport- ing editor. On account of my wife’s illness we spent more time in Chicago than we had planned. So at the expiration of two w T eeks we left “Chi” for Omaha, Nebraska. We arrived in Omaha Friday afternoon, June 5, and went directly to Bob’s aunt’s house, where a week end mask party was going on. When the guests were asked to unmask I recognized James A. Johnson, who is now a lieutenant in the U. S. A., and is home on a furlough. Also William and Clif- ford Smith, who are now successful contract- ors, with 200 workmen under them. While Bob was showing me around the house we wandered upon Albert Ross sitting in the garden pouring out his heart to one of Omaha’s daintiest debutantes. Albert is en- gaged in Y. M. C. A. work . We did not spend but three days in Omaha, and during .that time we visited Anna M. Gates, who is a suc- cessful authoress, and has several good books to her credit. At this writing Miss Gates is unmarried. We left Omaha Monday morning at 5:30 and after driving all day and all night we arrived in Kansas City Tuesday morning at 9:45. After cleaning ourselves up we walked up Vine street and I endeavored to point out all the places of interest to Bob. At 24th and Vine was a new building with a sign which read, “Smith’s Home Bakery,” successor to C. E. Evans. On entering to purchase some cake I looked upon our old friend Chauncey Smith “Chancy” has had charge of the bak- ery, with the help of his wife, Connie, since Mr. Evans resigned. We left the bakery bound for L. H. S., our alma mater. On ar- riving at 19th and Tracy we found L. H. S. to be the colored Junior College and the building formerly occupied by the Manual T. H. S. is now occupied by Lincoln High. We left the Junior College for Lincoln, where we found several of our class teaching. Fannie Reeves and Edna Turner are in the Domestic Science department; Lillie Camp- bell, Victoria Simpson and Awbrazenda Hen- derson in the Domestic Art department. All of them are making good in their respective departments. After leaving the school we visited a dramatic school of art owned and operated by our wee little talkative class dramatist, Willa Dixon. One of the members of Willa’s school who knew Mozelle White, the star economics student of our class, said that she was teaching kindergarten work in Muskogee, Okla. Fine work for our “shining star.” We journeyed from Kansas City to Denver over fairly good roads and arrived at the E Z Garage at five points Friday afternoon. After putting the car up Bob and I walked up town to purchase a few necessary articles. On the corner of 17th and Champa streets was a large white front stone building. Bob’s attention was attracted by the large number of girls working inside. I glanced up at the window and saw written across, Miss Lelia G. Smith, Modiste ; for Ladies Only. The name being very familiar to me, I went in, followed by Bob, and sitting at one of the white marble tables was little Lelia Smith, who owns the shop. Lelia is assisted by Roberta Chinn, who was out at the time we were there. Roberta has been married five years but refuses to discontinue her partner- ship with Lelia. A few hours later found us in Colorado Springs, where we found Geo. Burgin, who is a guide for tourists from Manitou to Pike’s Peak. John Davidson is a civil engineer, be- ing employed by one of the largest construc- Page Eight The Eineolnian

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OCTAVIA RECTOR C. D. — Singing the blues. B. W. — Well, sir. A. L. — To teach Domestic Science at Tuskegee. CHAUNCEY SMITH C. D. — Being a star “Ath- lete.” B. W. — Mercy me! A. Li. — To be an athlete, second to none. ROBERTA CHINN C. D. — Making pretty clothes. B. W. — Say! Listen here. A. L. — To get enough sleep. Freshman, Sophomore and Junior Classes for the past brief years cannot reveal anything less than a spirit of loyalty, and sincere friendship. We stand now with sublime con- nections with the past and future. Although the one is irrevocable and the other is un- known to us, we hold the former by history; the latter by anticipation and hope. As we pause today upon the dividing ground be- tween two eras in our lives, to recall the varied experiences of our high school life, with its pleasures, its rivalries and ambitions, we cannot escape a feeling of sadness that comes with our parting. Nevertheless, we cannot afford to be melancholy when it is realized this occasion is truly an incentive to press on to the golden heights of oppor- tunity and achievement. The influence of inter-class association has left an impress upon our hearts which can never be effaced. It pervades the inmost recesses of our nature. It has been a guiding principle of our lives. It molds our character, and undoubtedly helps to shape our des- tinies. We, as Seniors, have kept ourselves mind- ful of the errors that have been committed, but we have ever been alert for the good deeds that have been wrought. Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fell. We feel assured that our successors, judging from their past achievements have no desire to be fondled and cajoled in the greater life to come, but they will be proud as we are to t e unfettered to join in the rough encounters of the world. Their stories as well as ours of pinched liveli- hood, untold sacrifices, frugalities, struggles and aspirations are indeed sufficient to make them, and us as well examples of the survival of the fittest. We have learned the lessons of small things and small beginnings. If our vis- ion is clear, and our will strong, we will use the very obstacles that often seem to beset us as stepping stones to a brighter and more useful life. Then it is well that we reflect with great gratitude upon the benefits we have derived from our work here, and upon the efforts that have been taken with our training by each and every one appointed to the task. To our dear Principal Lee and teachers, we have much to say in expressing our appre- ciation, but that curious bump arises in our throats and we are choked with unspoken thoughts that keep back the words. So we will remember each in turn, knowing we must leave them, and brush aside the tears that blur our vision— to repeat our last fare- well. Dear Faculty, you must all know how deeply we feel this, and can realize how much we meant by the only words we can find to say — “God Bless You!” You, too, dear par- ents and friends, must feel the same assur- ance, that we realize the large part you have played in making this a possibility; and that we are none the less grateful because our words seem so pitifully weak and few. Classmates, in conferring this honor upon me, you have made me your debtor, and I have striven in every detail to make adequate return for such a position of class trust. I felt as I took my place, something of the inspiration of Lord Nelson, “Nineteen Twenty today expects every member to do his duty.” And I realized how much more you would expect of me — your president — than any of the others. It was another illustration of the “obligation of nobility,” and the weight of responsibility resting upon even those great ones who had their “greatness thrust upon them.” We may recall that Frederick Douglass, al- though born a slave, hampered by all the de- rage Ten The Lincolnian