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

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The Lincolnian Page Twenty-seven Calvin Young was elected president, while the Junior class defeated us for the student manager. But this was only for the first semester; for we won the student manager- ship for the second semester. Just as in the years before, we had in our class the captains of boys’ and girls’ basketball teams and the captain of football team; Kenneth Campbell and Zelma Taylor were the captains. Some of the leading play- ers as usual were from our class. Our class advisors must not be left un- mentioned for without them we could not be so successful. Miss Brydie and Mr. Marsden have consistently guided our steps and en- couraged us to prove worthy Lincolnites. We have grown used to dear old Lincoln High and cannot realize that it is time for us to go. We are just beginning to feel entire- ly at home and the longer we stay the long- er we wish to stay. There is no other place, I dare say, that we could spend a more joy- ful time. We, just as the previous classes, can say that we too had the school pianist. We have ranked above the previous classes in the Thrift Club deposits for we held first place in deposits all the year. Of course we were not perfect, for we made some mistakes. And we are now leav- ing, hoping that our fellow students will profit by them and become still more success- ful. To Principal Cook, faculty, and student body, we now bid farewell wishing you all “God speed and success.” C. C. Murphy. The Voyage To The Land of Knowledge The voyage of discovery for the Land of Knowledge has at last been successfully com- pleted; we, the Seniors of 1922, are return- ing victorious to our welcoming homes and friends. Would you care to hear our ad- ventures? In 1918 a brave company came together under the leadership of Captain Pittman. Our purpose was to discover and chart the Land of Knowledge, that we might help guide future explorers. First a good ship had to be found. After much care we finally decided on Lincoln High School. She was strong, sturdy and well equipped for our purpose. Each member had his tasks assigned him, and was expected to carry them out faithfully. At last all was made ready, the anchor drawn in, the sails hoisted and the brave class of 1922 sailed away, leaving home and friends. Hope was supreme; each breast was filled with a mighty resolve to succeed. Child- hood’s carefree days were passed; irrespon- sibility left behind. After days and nights of sailing we came to a snow-bound place called, “The Land of Experience.” Somewhere in this vicinity was the unexplored Land of Knowledge for which we sought. The company chose a snug harbor in the homes of the good people of Kansas City, wherein we dropped anchor. Here the ship rested, while sledge parties went out to make observations. There were many hardships, and the Snows of Ignorance made progress slow, but on we pushed over the ice and snow, with many hard falls, but we were soon up and on our feet again. We kept the company going with bruises all over the body but no broken bones. Our company was young and we did not always know how to plan so as to use ourselves and our equipment to the best ad- vantage; but each unsuccessful attempt taught its lesson. Sometimes our company nearly perished in the Blizzards of old Bad Habits, but we always managed to keep going, never once giving up the thought of exploring the Land of Knowledge. The rigorous climate made us strong and active; and only the slothful ones fell under the doctor’s care. Each sledge party discovered new Lands of Wisdom; and charts were carefully drawn and records faithfully made. There were, also, many good times scat- tered through our privations. We whiled away the long cold winter evenings with games, contests and amusements of various kinds. However, our work was uppermost in our thoughts, and by the close of the winter of 1921 we had a valuable collection of maps. Thus the Land of High School Knowledge was discovered and we prepared to return. We drew up the anchor and catching a good breeze we set sail, but we soon found that all our difficulties were not over. Many icebergs

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Page Twenty-six The Lincolnian OUR FOUR STEPS TO GRADUATION In the spring of 1918 the Grade Schools of Kansas City sent more than two hundred- forty-two students out to seek a higher edu- cation. It seemed that every one of these wanderers sought out Lincoln High School. In September, 1918, 242 students entered the doors of Lincoln High School. We were green, no doubt, and probably friendless, but in spite of this we were successful for we were eager to learn and to become acquaint- ed with the other students, faculty and to the rules and the regulations of the school. We used the higher classes as a model and soon organized a class club. Under the supervision of Mr. A. B. Pittman, Miss Baker and the president of our class, Miss Bertie Davis, we started to make a name and record for ourselves. We were interested in athletics and were successful. An officer of the Association was elected from our class. We competed with the Sophomore class for recording secretary, and won. When the time came for the bas- ketball season, the captain of the girls’ team, Zelma Taylor, was elected, while a number of our girls played on the team. The class also played an important part in an old clothes day and in the Y. W. C. A. Campaign. In June we happily and, for most of us, satisfactorily left school to spend a happy vacation. The majority of us still interested and anxious to complete our education, entered in September, ' 19. We were no longer gieen freshmen, but felt as high, as important and just as much at home as the Juniors and Seniors. We erganizeed our Sophomore Club earlier in the year. Under the guidance of the most enthusiastic advisors, Miss Venera- ble, Miss Jacob, Mr. Westmoreland, Mr. Thompson, and the faithful presidents, Paul- eta Smith, the first semester and Kenneth Campbell the second semester, we made a second daring start for a second successful year. We again won the captainship of the girls’ basketball team and also of the boys’ basket ball team. Willene Gooch and Ken- neth Campbell were our representatives. Again some of the best players were select- ed from our class. We held second place in the Thrift Club’s weekly deposits. There is very seldom, perhaps never a year of success and happiness without some misfortune. Two of our most loving and loyal classmates passed from this world into a peaceful one. We joined their parents in deep sympathy. In June, 1920 we left school for our vacation, 132 in number, hoping to enter into our Junior year 100% strong and we almost made it, for 127 of us came back. In September, 127 zealous students en- tered, for their third time, the doors of dear Old Lincoln High. Being so successful in our previous years and having seen the past Junior classes beaten in some activities, we decided that we could and we would conquer everything in which we took a part. With this great ambition we, enthusiastically start- ed. We won in the election for student man- ager both semesters. Kenneth Campbell, first semester, and Luther Hatcher, the second. Again the captain of the teams and some of the most active players on the various teams were Juniors. Willene Gooch was captain of the girls’ basketball team and Kenneth Camp- bell, captain of the boys’ football team. We lead second in the Thrift Club de- posit always, occasionally reaching first place. As all the other classes had a “Girls’ Reserve Corps” we too became interested and late in the year we organized a “Girls’ Reserve Corps.” We were ably encouraged to make this year a splendid progress under the care of Miss Cowden, Miss Lynden, Mr. Ellison, and Mr. Morrison as advisors and the faithful presidents, Virgie Warren and Ruth Dixon. The Junior Play and Junior Recep- tion were special successes of the end of this year. There was one death among our class, Katie Smith, who was certainly respected by all. The class as a whole lent its sympathy to her grandmother. In the fall of 1921, we entered 129 strong. Having won in so many activities in our Junior year, we tried to be just as successful in our last and best year. First, we organized our class club with Ruth Dixon, president and Clarence Wright, secretary for the first semester, and second also. As officers of the Athletic Association

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Page Twenty-eight The Lincolnian blocked our way and only by the most persis- tent efforts were we able to steer through them. Unchartered rocks were discovered barely in time to avoid an accident. At length we neared the home shore. In the far, dim distance a thin blue line of land was visible, when suddenly there came a start- ling cry of Fire! Alas, the good ship was on fire. It seemed that all our struggles had been in vain; we would never be able to carry our charts to the homeland. Just when despair was deepest, a speck was seen far off. As it came nearer, we saw a ship. Joy rose again in our hearts; the good people of Kansas City had seen our troubles and had sent a relief ship to succor. Thus we were able to arrive victorious after many strange adventures, some of which have not been mentioned. We found records, which we feared had been lost, stored safely in our mmeories. The great city of Kansas City has recog- nized our success and is now preparing a safer and better equipped ship for the exploring parties which are still to come. — Lawrence McCormick, ’22. Class Prophecy Look at that calendar!! Can you beat it!! Today is June 9, 1932. And to think I had forgotten the class of ’22 has been out ten years. Silly of me, isn’t it? Oh! I’ve got it! Tomorrow when I start on my tour over the continent in my latest model aeroplane, I will look up as many of my classmates as possible. I am now located at the Millinery Associa- tion’s Headquarters in Boston. I have been elected Chief Organizer of Colored Millinery Shops in the various districts of the country. This position gives me the opportunity to make a tour of this kind every year. Since I have made it a custom never to travel alone, I have invited one of my closest friends and former chums in school to accompany me. Miss Hermena Clay who is here also has at- tained the honor of being supervisor over the “Conservatory of Music.” We left Boston at 5:30 a. m., and after riding about eight hours we reached the city of New York and landed on top of the Grand Hotel St. Regis, which is owned by Clarence Toko Wright, and were greeted by thousands of spectators who cheered our arrival. We were escorted from the roof to the magnifi- cent lobby by the assistant manager, Dexter Miller. Whom do you think we saw at the registration desk, none other than Miss Lucille Bauknight, the registering clerk. She told us that we would surely enjoy our dinner for Mr. James Murphy was the chef assisted by Miss Edith Tandy, pastry cook. After a most appetizing meal we dress- ed for the evening banquet given in our hon- or. No wonder we enjoyed the music so in- tensely for it was rendered by the North Eastern Syncopated Orchestra of which Mr. Harry Cooper is sole manager and chief cor- netist. He is assisted by our famous Violin and Saxophone player, Mr. Eli Logan. Others of this orchestra are Miss Edith Greenlee, pianist; Calvin Young, clarinetist; (and what do you think? Calvin is still carrying out his chief delight, meddling with the ladies,) Le- roy Maxey, drummer and xylophonist and many other experienced musicians. After the orchestra had ceased playing one of its excellent numbers our attention was attract- ed by some new comers. We were astonish- ed to see Luther Hatcher and his recent bride, Mrs. Hatcher, our former Helen Taylor. Mr. Hatcher is one of New York’s noted contrac- tors. We learned from him that Kenneth Campbell was football and basketball coach at Howard University and the most astonish- ing thing was that he had given his hand to Miss Marie Wison about two weeks previous. Before her marriage she was the office clerk at Howard. The banquet soon ended and after Hermena and I had conversed over the news we had heard, we piled into bed. I was awakened early the next morning by the ringing of the telephone. I picked up the receiver and gave a lazy, “Hello.” At once I recognized the shrill voice of one of our dear friend, Mabel Crisp. She regretted very much that she was unable to attend the banquet and invited us to visit the “May- Bird” Shop owned by her and her sister Birdie. I immediately awoke Hermena and told her the news. After breakfast we were driven to the said shop. On our way back we became very interested in a classy sign which read, “Armstrong and Co., Clothing Manufacturers.” Thinking this might give us an opening for a Millinery Shop we enter- ed and to our great amazement; whom do you