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

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EDWARD HORSEY C. D. — Entertaining the Sophomore girls. B. W. — You said it. A. L. — To travel with Brad- ford’s band. OPHELIA CUNNINGHAM C. D. — Talking about E. F. B. B. W. — Wouldn’t that jar you. A. L. — To teach Domestic Science. TERRELL TAYLOR C. D. — Begging in the lunch room. B. W. — “Hooray.” A. L. — To become a first class Dentist and reside in Chicago. pressing influences of that institution; by in- domitable courage, energy and devotion, seizing with an avidity that knew no obstacle every opportunity, cultivated a mind and de- veloped a character that will be a luminous page in the history of noble and beneficent achievements. The outlook is then one of inspiration for us as a departing class. Therefore I express the sentiments of the Senior Class when I say it is our hope and cherished best wishes that we shall again all meet upon the vast sea of opportunity, to eventually arrive at the port of success. Feel- ing this in all its fullness, classmates, I can- not with any sincerity bid you “Farewell, Good-bye,” but will simply call to each a cheery and triumphant “Good Night!” evi- dently sure that there will be an ever pres- ent opportunity for each of you in “some brighter clime” to bid me “Good Morning!” EARL E. CLARK, President. GIFTONl AN The great war is over, but it has left be- hind old H. C. L., who causes all to tremble at his glance. He is partial to none, there- fore, knowing I was desirous of presenting my classmates a few tokens of remembrance, he has doubled the price, so I will have to give my tokens only in spirit. To Mr. Louis Arnette I present this book, “Other Folks Can Dance Besides You.” To Theresa Coleman I present this vocal solo, entitled, “Christopher.” To George Burgin, I present this “blue rib- bon” for being absent more than any other Senior. To Lillie Campbell, I give “Earl,” a violin solo which she will think most handsome. To Earl Clark, I give this “Ford” that he may ride after the Senior deposits during vacation. To Anna Mae Gates, I give the privilege to read every book in Kansas City. To Earl Drew, I give this advice, “Learn how to study.” To Roberta Chinn, I give the right to change fellows as often she likes (until Co- burn returns). To Chauncey Smith, I give these ten boxes of chewing gum, which will probably last during one football game. To Estelle Glasgow, I give this typewriter, knowing she will try to write as fast as she chews. To Nathaniel Griffin, I give this “sleep dis- turber,” so that he may get to school on time. To Ella Nelson, I give credit for being able to please all by telling Fay ' s jokes in a most comical way. The Lincolnian Page Eleven

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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

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HIGH SCHOOL BAND.