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

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1920 Glass 5Ht$tor 1920 The Class of 1920 has a most interesting and inspiring history. On coming to Lincoln High in the fall of 1916, we were typical freshmen — green, puzzled and friendless. But our “greenness” didn’t last long, for in a few days we learned the customs of the school and because of its many lovable characters, the Freshman Class became the school’s pet class. Early in the fall, we organized our class club under the direction of one of our dearest and most helpful teachers, Mr. Pitt- man. The work of our club was well done under the direction of our advisor and presi- dents, Theresa Coleman and Roberta Chinn. Our work in the first physical training ex- hibition was a credit to the school. A spell- ing match between members of each class proved that a Freshman, Miss Beatrice Har- din, was the best speller in the school. On “Visitors’ Day” the Freshmen proved their interest and love for Lincoln by bringing the largest number of visitors. In the midst of our happiness, the Death Angel came and claimed one of our favorite companions, Henry Blanchard. The companion who ac- cidentally shot him little dreamed what a great loss was being inflicted on Lincoln High School. So, though many triumphs, joys and sor- rows came to us, we lived through the year successfully and the one hundred and sixty three who enrolled ended the year with the desire to make the next year better. Our Sophomore year started with the en- rollment of one hundred and fifty members. We had become watchful, alert and helpful Lincolnites, and all our efforts were spent in making new students comfortable. This year our advisor, Miss Venerable, strengthened our class pride, and, therefore, our school pride. Theresa Coleman and DePriest Wheeler were our class presidents during this year. The class kept up a better attendance than any other class; our class led in the amount of money deposited in the School Bank, and usually led in the percentage of depositors ; with the much loved Miss Jones, our class worked hard in the interest of the Y. W. C. A. work in Lincoln High School, and our class still held the record of having the best spellers in the school. Of course, Lincoln had a service flag and of the fifteen stars on the flag, one was for a Sophomore, Mr. William Jones. We were and are proud of our soldier boy. This year another classmate entered the Great Unknown. In losing this friend, Christina Cowden, the Class of ’20 feels that one of its most beautiful, dear and useful members has gone where she may ever rest. In June the class was much wiser and more thoughtful in consequence of its varied ex- periences during the year. September, 1918, saw seventy-six of us in Lincoln as Juniors. This year we lost the supervision of our former advisor, Miss Ven- erable. But it was her careful work with us as Sophomores that made us stick together.. Under Mr. Steward and Mr. Ellison, our ad- visors, and Marshal Love and Earl Clark, our presidents, the club became stronger. Our triumphs this year were as great as in former years. We had the most money in the SchooL Bank; we had the most workers in interest of the Y. W. ; we had excellent programs and we adapted ourselves to every situation that confronted us. Our Junior-Senior re- ception was a big success and all attended: left with the conclusion that receptions at Lincoln High School are as delightful as re- ceptions at Lyric Hall. All who attended the Junior play, “At the End of the Rainbow,” wondered at the remarkable talent of Misses Theresa Coleman, Mabel Grant, Ernestine Wade and Mr. Terrel Taylor; and they praised the patience and care of the trainers, Miss R. Cowden and Mr. Morrison. Our Junior year ended with each member fully qualified for Senior work. We organized a vacation club, but in spite- of its work we lost some of our most bril- liant members, including Beatrice Hardin Catherine Smith and Grant Venerable. At last the year came when we should be the leaders of dear old Lincoln. Oh! the joy of being a Senior and deserving to be a Senior! Our last year is unforgetable. To lead in attendance, to possess the Thrift Ban- ner, to excel in school activities, to be able to prepare food for more than six hundred pupils, to surpass other classes in dignity and poise, to be closer to the faculty and Mr. Lee, to possess Miss Brydie and Mr. Mars- den as private property, to do all these things is what being Seniors has meant to the sev- enty graduates of 1920. ANNA MAE GATES. The Lincolnian Page Five

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' ' ; .■ ' . • £ ;■ flllasjs nf Nitu’tmt (Unumtij WHO’S WHO B. W. — By Word. C. I). — Chief Delight. A. L. — Aim in Idfe. EARL CLARK C. D. — Being a leader. B. W. — Let’s have it. A. L. — To become second only to Dr. Barker. CLASS PROPHECY Goodness gracious, how time flies! Here it is 1930 and the Class of ’20 has been out one-tenth of a century. Hard to realize, isn’t it, but it’s so. Now read carefully and see what we have been doing during the past ten years. I am located in New York City working hard, so hard that my physician has ordered me to take a rest. I decided the best kind of rest would be a cross-country tour from New York to California in my high-powered Stutz motor car. So with my legal advisor and close friend Bob Monroe, l left New York Saturday, May 1, at 5:30 a. m. After riding for nearly eight hours we ar- rived in Buffalo at 1 o’clock Saturday after- noon. When we reached the court house we found a big crowd gathered around and upon inquiry found tha,t Lawyer Marshall Taylor had just won a victory in a sensational mur- der case. Marshall has pursued his profession out in life, arguing. We left the crowd and went to the hotel for lunch, and such a lunch Bob nor myself either had ever tasted, but I was not in the least surprised when I learned that Walter M. Porter, former cook on the Burlington, was the head chef. “Alec” told me that Mabel Winston was teaching, but had to resign, as they were to be married next week. Can you beat it? I can’t. We left Buffalo at 2:30 and arrived in Ro- chester at sundown Saturday evening. I ran the car into the Advance Electric Auto Stor- age Garage for supplies and discovered the proprietors to be Gerald J. Maxey and J. Eugene L. Oliver, known in the shop as “Lady Lou” and “Dago.” While I was in there talk- ing over old times, who do you suppose walked in? Not a soul other than Erna Parker Oliver, with the two twins, Jerome and Lithey. Both favored their Pa. As I came out of the garage and walked up the street my attention was attracted by a large crowd on the corner. Approaching nearer I found the cause of all the excitement to be Rev. E. G. Horsey, evangelist. When I arrived at the hotel I found Bob engaged in conversation with a Mr. I-Know-Everything- Gentleman. I touched the young man on the shoulder and when he turned around shook hands with Mr. Maceo Birch, architect and builder, up to his old tricks, trying to talk Bob into buying a lot so that he could get the carpentry contract for building. Can you imagine such a thing? Birch told me that our faithful class president for two years was practicing medicine there and had his offices not a block away. I hastened to the offices of Dr. E. E. Clarke, to find him per- forming a most difficult operation (removing a splinter from underneath the fingernail of one of his patients). Dr. Clarke has married Miss Vuelta Green, the prim little Miss of the class, who prior to her marriage was the bookkeeper for the Citizens National Bank of Rochester. Bob and I decided to stay over until Sunday, so we journeyed to the Commonwealth Theatre for colored and witnessed “The Man Who Came Back,” Miss Theresa Coleman as Marcelle played the leading feminine role. After a talk with Theresa we learned that four mem- Pajfe Six The Lincolnian