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

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Twenty-five birds were hushed ; a cloud hung oppressively low, and somewhere in the distance a dog howled. Just as ’23 sank back on her pillow and drew her last breath, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and was followed by a peal of thunder that seemed to shake the very foundation of the earth. Then, as suddenly as it came out, the clouds be- gan to separate as if opening up the passageway to the Great Beyond. The moisture stored up in them, little by little, fell, as if the gods were weeping. The atmosphere was now one of ex- cessive grief as the spirit of ' 23 passed away. . H. Bluford, Attorney. C. E. Brydie and R. A. Marsden, Witnesses. Lest We Forget Keep the fighting spirit, class ; Keep it going till the last. Be ever patient, ever true, For that’s what Lincoln has taught you. Though on the battlefield of strife We may wander on through life, Keep up the courage all life through, Think of the Old Gold and the Blue. From our classmates we may stray, But do not forget the way, For we, the class of twenty-three, Must faithful and courageous be. If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost, For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow’s will — It is all in the state of mind. If you think you are outclassed, you are; You’ve got to think high to rise; You’ve got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize. Life’s battles don’t always go To the stronger or faster man; But soon or late the man who wins Is the one who thinks he can. Hortense Craddock ’23 My Ambition I want to live with myself, and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able, as days go by, Always to look myself straight in the eye. I don’t want to stand, at the setting sun, And hate myself for the things I’ve done. I want to go out with my head erect ; I want to deserve all men’s respect; But here in the struggle for fame and pelf I don’t want to look at myself and know That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show. I never can hide myself from me; I see what others may never see. I know what others may never know; I can never fool myself, and so, Whatever happens, I want to be Self-respecting and conscience free. Jessie Mae Howell ’23 Let not her teachings be in vain ; Let’s not only work for gain. Always keep the banner high ; Never let Old Lincoln die. Lift the standard high in air ; Always balance it with prayer. Trust in God and do the right; Then we’re sure to win the fight. Alberta V. Bean ’23 “If” If any little love of mine May make a life the sweeter, If any little care of mine May make a friend’s the fleeter, If any life of mine may ease The burden of another, God give me love and care and strength, To help my dearest friends. - If you think you are beaten, you are; If you think you dare not, you don’t; If you would like to win, but think you can’t It’s almost certain you won’t. O Lincoln High O Lincoln High, to you we’ll ever be true; We’ll always love and honor you. We hope your name will ever soar O’er land and sea for evermore. You are of the few in the noble class That cannot be equaled or surpassed. Your Principal and Faculty are so grand, And for the right they’ll always stand. O Lincoln High, to us you are so dear ! Inside your walls we’ve spent many a happy year. Though we go, we cherish your name; Your high ideals with us shall always remain. The time has come for our final “Goodbye.” We say it with a tearful sigh, For it makes us sad to think that me must leave, Because to you we seem to cleave. When we’re gone we’ll be mindful of your name, As if we were here just the same. Wherever we go we’ll retain in our hearts The name of the school where we received our start. Marie Daniel ’23

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Twenty-four To Alverda Henry I give the privilege of being with and dressing like M. D. forever. To Florence Holloway I give the privilege of advising and arguing with C. W. forever. To Jessie Howell I give this advice: “Try to make yourself better contented with college than you have been with high school.” To Helen Johnson I give the privilege of enter- taining the younger set of boys forever. To Jewel Johnson I give the p rivilege of being with M. Me. forever, which is the height of her ambition. To Marie Lillard I give this advice: “Boys and books don’t mix.” To Hazel McKenzie I give the privilege to gossip with her classmates forever. To Juanita Mills I give the privilege to go to the Gem Theatre to “meet” E. O. forever. To Mamie Maxey I give this advice: “Don’t meddle and don’t argue. Learn to face life squarely.” To Laura Merity I present this megaphone to enable her to yell her way through the world. To Carmelita Weaver I give the privilege to share some of avoirdupois with a few unfortunate Seniors. To Beatrice Miles I give this advice : “Learn to keep awake when company calls.” To Minerva Moore I give the privilege of get- ting enough candy for once. To Thelma Payne I give the privilege of being with W. H. forever. My classmates insist that since I have been so generous with them that I be given the privilege fo clown with and tease them forever. ESTHER JOHNSON, Class of ’23. Will and Death of Class of ’23 It was a cool, pleasant June evening. Birds twittered in the trees and the stars were twinkling brightly. Now and then the chirp of a cricket could be heard. It was an ideal night for some, but a sad one for the friends and relatives of the class of ’23. In a flower bedecked room, crowded with her parents, other relatives and friends, the class of ’23 lay calmly awaiting the end which she knew was very near. Now and then she stared in the corner as if looking into the land of their future destination. As brisk footsteps were heard on the walk, a deathlike sile nce gave way to whispers and murmurs. A few seconds later ’23’s attorney and Dr. H. O. Cook entered the death chamber. A quick but thorough examination by the doctor showed clearly that there was no hope and that it was only a matter of minutes before ’23 would pass into the great beyond. Aided by Miss Simpson, her nurse, who, though of untiring patience, often vexed the patient with her lofty medical vocabulary, ’23 sat up and be- tween gasps for breath drawled out the follow- ing: “ ’Tis good to have lived, but ’tis better to die. Surely one who has lived the noble intellectual life that I have, can go only to a higher plane. (This means college. Pretty clever, isn’t it?) My breath is going just so I must hurry. Take this down and put in your legal form. “I, as you plainly see, being extraordinarily bril- liant, do ordain this my last will and testament. “To my faithful slaves, the faculty, I give free- dom which means no more toil and trouble for my benefit. I leave also to the faculty pleasant memories of me and peaceful nights. “To the present outstanding Junior class, or my immediate successors, I bequeath the top round ok the ladder of success, knowing that they will be there when everyone else is only half way. To them I also give the privilege of being called a Senior for no less than one year, and no more than three years. To the class of ’24 I also give the opportunity of proving that it really has the best in the school by starring daily in English literature under R. A. Marsden. “The soon-to-be Juniors I give the right to keep the Seniors’ heads from swelling — a most valuable and needed gift. “To the Freshmen I will the thrift banner, knowing that this method is Their only hope. To them I also bequeath the permission for them to run wild every Saturday, hoping that they will neglect to do so on other days. “If I have omitted any of my property in this will it is to be used in founding a home for aged janitors.” During the process of making this will the weather had changed. The stars were gone ; the

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Twenty-six The Pilgrim CAST OF CHARACTERS Pilgrim Novel Cram Miss Dance Study Moving Picture Serial Story Teacher Dry Senior ACT I Place — Schoolroom Pilgrim: Woe is me! I must hie me. to the land of Graduation or I perish in this miserable land of the Flunks. . Enter Teacher: “Ah! Pilgrim, I am indeed glad to see thee, but I fear thou art sure dis- tressed. Pray— what is thy trouble? Pilgrim: Most worthy— I would fain enter the land of Graduation, but I am encumbered by this burden upon my back. I cannot rid myself of it. It contains many different studies which press hard upon me. Teacher: Ah! Thy trouble is indeed small. Choose as thy companion Study, and walk con- stantly by her side ; shun not the paths by which she leads you and all will indeed be well. Pilgrim : Oh, thank you, most gracious teacher ! Summon her hither that at once I may proceed upon my journey. Enter Study: Did someone call? Teacher: Someone, indeed! ’Tis Pilgrim be- seeching companionship to the land of Gradua- tion. Give him your unstinting and never failing support and leave him not. Out to you, Pilgrim ; forget not my advice unto you and I will add: Let nothing turn thee from thy companion. Pilgrim : Many thanks ! Come, Study ; let us be gone. (Exeunt.) ACT II Scene — Band of Temptations Pilgrim: We have journeyed hand in hand for ten full days. Oh, Study, and my burden is so lightened that I realize not that it is present. Enter Dance (to Pilgrim) : Oh, stranger, .where hast thou been? My friends and I have missed thee. (Turns to study) Ohhh ! So Study is now your companion. Pilgrim: Yes, and with her my burden has so lessened and grown light unto my shoulders. Dance: Come with me and you’ll forget your burden. Have I not often made you happy? Study: Come, Pilgrim! Come away! Away! Pilgrim : One moment, dear Study ! His rea- son is sound indeed. Fare you well. Wait not on me. (Exeunt Dance and Pilgrim, Study mourn- fully shaking her head.) Scene 1 — Slough of Exams . Pilgrim : Oh, woe is me. I shall surely sink and become a victim of the dreadful Flunks. Oh ! Such despair ! Such misery ! Enter Study : Oh, Pilgrim ! We meet again ! Why are not Dance and her companions aiding you? You have been with them constantly. Pilgrim : Oh, Study, taunt me not. Only pity me in my willfulness and suffering. Aid me, I pray thee ! Study : I cannot aid thee, oh, Pilgrim, but my cousin Cram shall extricate thee from this slough. (Exit with Cram.) Cram : Fear not, Pilgrim ; with my “Magic Midnight Oil” you shall be saved. ACT III Scene — Same Pilgrim : I am indeed grateful to thy cousin Cram, Study, for rescuing me, although my head aches and I am nervous and ill from the effects of his “Magic Midnight Oil.” Study : Oh, Pilgrim, if you will but keep close to me it shall not again happen. (Enter Moving Picture, Novel and Serial Story. Much laughter.) Moving Picture : Oh, our good friend Pilgrim. How art thou? You look sorely in need of pleas- ure. Pilgrim : I have had much trouble, but have been saved through my best friend, Study, with the aid of her worthy cousin, Cram. Moving Picture : Oh, but, Pilgrim, I have a balm that will cure thee of thy ill feeling; ’tis called Rudolph Valentino. Novel : And I, Pilgrim, have as my tonic the “Sheik” — will indeed thee well immediately. Serial Story: And my antidote, “The Woman Who Stood By,” gives instant relief. Pilgrim: No! I shall stick to Study. Chorus : Oh, come with us ! Do come ! Pilgrim: No! No! (Starts away.) Study: Oh, Pilgrim, it is indeed gratifying to see thee take that brave stand ! Now with the aid of Discretion you shall now be able to associate with thy companions and vet keep by my side. (Exit.) ACT IV Land of Final Exams. Pilgrim : Oh, Study, I cannot keep on ! I do fear me greatly. Study : Come ! Come ! Armed with encyclo- pedia and reference books, we will conquer the demons, True, False and Completion Tests, easily. Come ! Scene 2 — Land of Two Weeks ' Vacation. Pilgrim : Study, we have passed through with- out a scratch! My! What a beautiful land we have entered ! And, oh, Study, my burde n has vanished ! Study: And our journey is nearly completed. Final Scence — Land of Graduation (Pilgrim receives robe of graduation among many other rewards — his diploma). Curtain HAZEL BROWNE