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

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BURTON SINGLETON C. D. — Borrowing money. B. W. — Ladies and gents. A. L. — To be a first class building contractor. LILLIE CAMPBELL C. D. — Consulting the dic- tionary. B. W. — Uh, hum, that’s the way you do. A. L. — To teach sewing in L. H. S. WILLIAM LOVE C. D. — Clowning. B. W. — Oh! my. A. L. — To be bantam weight champion prizefighter. To Lucius Perty, I give this book on “Mili- tary Training and Masonry.” To Chatrick Haithman, I give the privilege to choose any girl he desires. To Awbrazenda Henderson, I give this book, entitled, “Tales, and When to Tell Them.” To James Johnson, I give this advice, “Mr. Marsd en knows you don’t know, so don’t stall.” To Ophelia Cunningham, I give this ingens box of chocolates, which will hardly last through the commencement program. To William Love, I give this book, entitled, “Military Training Makes One Grow Taller.” To Ellen Hoard, I give a season ticket for every Thursday afternoon dance at the Lyric. To Joel Holman, I give this book, “How to Get a Girl.” To Caroline Dudley, I give this “Vam- parine,” a powder which she will use con- stantly, because it vamps all the gents. To Maceo Birch, I present these rules on “How to Be a Vine Street Boss.” To Roberta Connor, I give this book, “The Art of Housekeeping, Mrs. Goss’ Way.” To John Davidson, I give this track suit, knowing he will use it during the next Inter- Scholastic Meet. To Ruth Price, I give this stack of letters, knowing they will remind her of the very many she receives from Marshall. To John Ross, I present a most fitting gift — this yellow, red and green clown suit. To Victoria Simpson, I give this barrel of apples, which we all hope will last one week at least. To Porter Jones, I present this poem, “Come to the Club Meeting Once in Awhile.” To Mabel Grant, I present this typewriter, which she says she will use constantly. To Theodore Bowler, I give this “life pro- ducer,” that he may get to class on time. To Wm. Smith, I give this advice, “Stick to Masonry, if you can earn $6 a day.” To George Smith, I give credit for being second only to Mr. Foster in Gas Engine. To Clifford Smith, I present this poem, “Bashful Boy with Cheeks of Rosy Hue.’ To Lillie Frederick, I give this gold medal for being champion typist. To Edna Turner, the critic, I give this book, “When to Talk, What to Say, and When to Hush.” To Helen Tolson, I give this trunk of “As- sorted Paints and Powders.” One of my classmates insists that I accept five dollars’ worth of “pig ears.” Although I would much prefer five dollars’ worth of something else, I receive this gift in the same good spirit and cheer in which I have presented one to each classmate. RUTH WASHINGTON. WHAT NEXT? In the fall of 1916, the Class of 1920 entered Lincoln High School, with an ambition to make good for four long years. During this time many have fallen by the wayside. Some have died, others have met with misfortune, while many have stuck by the wheel. We have spent our time in study, in pleasure and in school sports. We have tried to serve the school to our utmost capacity. The Lincolnian Fagre Fifteen

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MABEL, GRANT C. D. — Going to shows. B. W. — “Speak to me, Ouija.” A. L. — To be a first class stenographer. WILLIAM SMITH C. D. — Bricklaying. B. W. — Whatcha saying jock. A. L. — To secure contract for building of Junior High School. EDNA TURNER C. D. — Arguing and critL cising. B. W. — Now listen, honey, let me tell you. A. L. — To become a Prima Donna. j To Fay Ritchey, I give credit for springing fifty new jokes and sayings every day. To Edmund Lane, I give this poem, “How to Shoot Bull.” To Fremont Herman, I present this ear trumpet, so that he will not have to say “Ma’am” so many times to Mr. Marsden. To Fanny Reeves I give this alarm clock, that she may arise in time for school. To Terrell Taylor, I give this poem, entitled P’le’te (Pauleta). To Bernedia Lee, I give this advice, “Share your avoirdupois with a few unfortunate Seniors.” To Clarence Bradford, I give this “smelling salts,” so that by smelling it he may keep awake in the Assembly Hall. To Vuelta Green, I give this stack of music, knowing she will think it came from Edirish. To George Patterson, I give this advice, “Sleep in English Literature all you please, for it’s a cinch you can’t sleep next year.” To Erna Parker, I give this song, entitled, “Jene, My Jene.” To Walter Porter I give this “kiddie-kar,” so that after getting up late he may get to school on time. To Willie Dixon, I give this poem, “Experi- ence.” To Ulysses Arnold (Chick No. 2), I give the privilege to speed with Ola, whenever he sees E. I. (Chick No. 1) coming. To Edna Nix, I give this dummy, so she may pinch it, instead of meddling with her classmates. To Gerald Maxev, I present this trombone solo, “Lillie.” To Jennie Walker, I give this advice, “Study, don’t stall.” To Marshall B. Love, I give this advice, “Don’t think every girl is crazy about you.” To Mozelle White, I give the privilege to be alone forever. To Eugene Oliver, I give this advice, “Don’t think you know it all.” To Lelia Smith, I give this brass button, which says, “Come to school once in awhile.” To Marshall B. Taylor, I give this advice, “Don’t meddle, and don’t argue.” To Ernestine Wade, I give this wardrobe of finery, knowing she will frisk forever. To Edward Horsey, I give this book, “How to Be Popular With the Girls.” To Audray Curtis, I give the right to be with Helen forever. To Albert Petty, I present this “penny bank,” so that instead of spending his money at a carnival he may save it. To Mabel Winston. I give credit for being the most brilliant, yet comical joker in the Senior Class. To Edward Perkins, I give this advice, “Learn to look at the girls.” To Corever Wright, I give this “Crying Baby Doll,” so she may see which cries the more. To Burton Singleton, I give this “check book,” which will allow him to borrow money from any student in Lincoln High School. To Octavia Rector, I give this “snail,” so she may see which moves the slower. To Clara Martin, I give this book of “New Tokes and Funny Sayings,” which she will learn and remember forever. Pagre Fourteen The Lincolnian

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ROBERTA CONNOR C. D. — Talking to M. Taylor about D. R. B. W. — Let me tell you, honey. A. L. — To become an effi- cient housekeeper. JOHN DAVIDSON C. D. — Being still. B. W. — Great Scoth! A. L. — To teach civil engi- neering in L. H. S. HELEN TOLSON C. D. — Eating candy kisses. B. W.— Say, kitchie. A. L. — To be leading soprano in Tolson’s Jubilee Concert Co. Now comes the time when we are leaving dear old Lincoln for the outside world. Some will go to college, others will be engaged in useful occupation. Whatever we do we will do it well. A vast difference exists between the high school and the world. Outside of school few are willing to help, but everything must be done upon our own willingness. We must depend on our own resources. These years have been joyfully spent, and now the dear old class must leave. Probably, it will be years before we shall see each other again. But, wherever we are and whatever we do, we can keep those memorable days, spent at Lincoln, in our minds. No one knows where we shall be ten years from now, and we shall never again see the blissful school days we spent at Lincoln. So let each graduate of the Class ’20 strive to make him- self a useful tool in this great, wide, wonder- ful world. Let each Senior carry with him this motto : “Lives of great men all remind us ; We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ’ OUR FUTURE LIES BEFORE US! In Lincoln High, with pen and ink, Our happiest days we’ve spent. The teachers trained our minds to think And we were all content. In nineteen sixteen we entered here Our purpose plain to all. It was to leave a record clear In every stately hall. ’Tis true the path was often rough, And failures seemed the end, And some would fain have said “Enough” When cares with joys did blend. For though we oft our tasks would shirk. As youths we knew no better; But now as we begin life’s work To these tasks we’re the debtor. We shall go away to college, To a place of learning rare; To obtain a better knowledge From the courses offered there. For our future lies before us, May it be a pleasant one; One to make the world respect us, As our schoolmates here have done. EDNA L. TURNER. CLASS DAY EXERCISES. Lincoln High School Lawn, June 10, 1920, 7:00 P. M. March, singing “Auld Lang Syne” Senior Juniors Song, “Lincoln High” President’s address Earl E. Clark Piano Solo Vuelta Green Class History Aurbrazenda Henderson Vocal Solo , Edna Turner Essay Ruth Price Cornet Solo Edward Horsey Class Motto — Class Orator Joel Holman Vocal Solo Bernedia Lee Class Poem Ernestine Wade Class Will • John Ross Presentation of Class Gift James Johnson Class Song and Farewell Ulysses Arnold Clarence Bradford Page Sixteen The Lincolnian