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

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JlNCOLNIAN fi Then the scene shifted again and this time I heard the humming of motors and the clicking of typewriters. I soon discov- ered that I was in a large newspaper house. Picking up a paper that was lying on a table I happened to glance at a news item which had the heading, “Colored Women ' s Federation to Meet Here Next Week.” Then followed an account of the purpose of the meeting. The names of the prominent women of various states who would be pres- ent were stated. I did not recognize any of the names here because they had been changed by marriage. But here is where mv guide came to my assistance by telling me the maiden names of those whom I knew as Vera Baber, Frieda Harrington, Mamie Harris, Vernessa Harris, Hattie Horn, Mabel Lange, Eurabelle Houston, Dorothy Westmoreland, Elizabeth Lewis, Anna Mae Lyons, Joyce Reedy, and Esther Clark. I remember my guide telling me that Esther Clark had long since become the bride of J. R. King, vice president of the Johnson Drug Co. Turning to the editorial page I read the name of the paper which was the Chicago Chronicle, Roland B. Scott, editor and owner; Miss Elizabeth Caldwell, city editor; Misses Fern Beck and Winona Booker, chief reporters; Steward Kincaid, advertising manager; Charles Gates, Sport Editor; and Jeanette Donaldson, society editor. Glancing up from the paper I caught a glimpse of Kincaid through the door try- ing to explain something to his wife who was formerly Alberta Martin. Turning to the sport section I saw the picture of Cortez Gordon who had been recently put in charge to coach the Howard University foot-ball squad. A mong other articles that I saw was that Anna Jean McCampbell had been engaged as a gym teacher at Tuskegee Institute to replace Miss Rosa Crawford, who had re- cently become engaged to Dr. Perry Jones. Mrs. Celestine Chandler had been granted a divorce from the noted actor Carl Chandler, and was given the custody of their four children. Just as I was folding the paper to lay it aside my eyes caught the head lines “Gen- eral Holmes Appointed Head of Colored Forces in China.” The following composed the General Staff: Major Gen. Emmanuel Aikens; Col. Samuel Brown; Lieut. Col. Hugo Fowler; Major Haskel Lewis; and Adjt. John Smith. Then my guide took me by the hand, and I felt myself once more being whirled through space. After a while sweet, soft notes of music reached me. Then as if from no where sweet melodious voices burst forth into song. Ah! such singing, as I heard, I fear, was never issued from human lips. Turning to my guide with tears in my eyes I asked him on which one of God’s planets we were. He informed me that we were in the Auditorium of the Boston Conservatory of Music, and that what I heard was a recital given by some of the most prominent musicians of the world. Looking around I discovered that I really was in an auditorium. I then looked down at the stage. Ye gods! what I saw there made me disbelieve my eyes. For among the persons singing in that most wonderful chorus were the Misses Lorene Bates, Win- nifred Kelley, Thelma Foster, and Anna Saunders. At the piano playing accompani- ment was Thelma Martin. After the close of the number the announcer announced that the next number would be the “Dance oi the Fairies,” by the Misses Maxine Billings, and Ethel Fisher. Just then some one called me. Thinking that it was Future I turned, only to discov- er that he had vanished and in his stead stood mother in the door way of my bed room telling me that it was time to get up. And I arose not only to meet the dawn of a new day but the dawn of new hopes and inspirations for the future of my class mates. Edward Sales, ’ 27 , Class Prophet Page Twenty-five

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JincolniaN Js The ’27 class has stars who have shone brightly in the various activities of the school. Mildred Kimbrough, Alberta Mar- tin, Cornelia Horn, Earlene Wright, Anna Jeanne McCampbell and Roland B. Scott have demonstrated their ability as scholars. Booker Wilson, Earl Evans, Cortez Gordon, Charles Gates and Claude Elliott were varsity athletes. Wilbert Berry proved an untiring worker in the role of Student Man- ager. From the tongues of Fern Beck, Wadsworth McGee and Elizabeth Caldwell has flown a golden stream of oratory. In dramatics Judd Swannegan, Alma Scott, Earlene Wright and Carl Chandler have neared perfection in their art. In the person of Anna Mae Lyons, the class held the distinction of presenting the first girl in Lincoln High School’s history as president of the Student Council. In- deed her election was a novel triumph for femininity. As cheer leaders, Mary Chris- tian and Steward Kincaid will long be re- membered for their classy work with the megaphones. And now the shades of night are falling fast. We have reached the station; our train is ready and we must depart. How- ever, the fond memories of Lincoln High School, its inspiring faculty and beloved principal will ever ring in our ears and linger in our hearts as our train rumbles down the uncertain roads of life. Roland B. Scott, ’27 Class Historian. i. r HILE lying upon my couch one night, thinking and contemplating upon the future of my classmates, I sank in- to a semi-unconscious slumber. I was awakened by the sound of a voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I saw in the middle of the room a soft glow of lip-ht. Startled and nervous, I shook off the drowsiness of sleep and looked up again. This time I saw the form and figure of a human being dressed in flowing robes of white. So frightened was I at the unearth- ly and ghostly appearance of my unan- nounced guest that I could not speak. My visitor must have understood the terrifying expression that was written on my face, for he put an end to the agoniz- ing suspense by saying, “Be not afraid, my boy, for I am the future. ’Tis I who con- trols the destiny of every object in the uni- verse, both animate and inanimate. Come with me and I will show you happiness and rich rewards that I bestow upon those who believe in me and serve me faithfully.” In a twinkling of an eye, instead of be- ing in my bed I found myself in a beauti- fully constructed theater with beautiful paintings on the walls. I was astonished when my guide told me that here was the Parthenon Theater, owned by Gordon Franklin, now an architect of no mean ability ; built by Kenneth Whitmore, the coming engineer of the times. The paint- ings were done by Alfred Johnson. “But Future,” I exclaimed, “I was with these boys only yesterday. How could they accomplish so much in such a length of time?” Before I could make a reply I caught sight of the members of the orches- tra, who were in the orchestra pit, rehears- ing the songs for the play, which was be- ing rehearsed on the stage. I was struck dumb with surprise to see that the leader of the orchestra was Wilbert Berry. I also recognized Daniel Andrews, who was play- ing the oboe. One of the violinists was Earl Woods, while Martin Mackey was playing the drums. When I turned to watch the rehearsal of the play I was again surprised to discover that the members of the cast were Judd Swannegan, Earlene Wright, Carl Chand- ler, Marjorie Lee, Katie Mullens, Thomas Bibbs, Luethel Cox, Charles Gates and William Lawrie. As I looked around to see if I could recognize any one else I found myself look- ing through a door marked “President”. Seeing no one I turned back again to watch the play, and to my amazement, I discov- ered that the stage, theater and all had dis- . appeared. On questioning my guide as to our whereabouts he informed me that we were in one of the largest banks in Chicago. He then took me through the door marked “President” and what I saw there forced me to grasp my guide by the arm for sup- port, for there in the President’s office oc- cupying the President’s chair was none other than Wade Jordan. When we entered the office he was dictating a letter to his private secretary (who, by the way, was Mary Christian). The letter was to be sent to the directors, notifying them to be present at a directors’ meeting the follow- ing evening. I heard him give names of the directors as follows: Sylvester Collins, William Bell, William Ross, Fred Jeffer- son, Wallace Saunders, George Donaldson and Theodore Reams. Suddenly the scene changed again and this time I found myself in a gay modiste shop. Models were parading around dem- onstrating the newest fads and fashions to the crowd of interested customers. I was told that the owners of the shop were Goldie Lillard, Rosetta Irvine, Mildred Kimbrough, Ethylbert McGee, Frances Moore and Elizabeth Merrill. Page Twenty-four 1927 l»

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KG f TincolniaK Since I am leaving with my Senior Class, I give to this dear lad and that dear lass, Some gifts, probably one, may be two, Just to prove that my heart runs true. To Lawrence Holmes, I give: Winnifred Kelley for his dear little bride, If he’ll promise that from her no secrets to hide. To Thelma Martin, I give: “A Maxim Silencer” to keep her tongue still, And prevent her from talking about whom- ever she will. To Charles Gates, I give: A little more height, a little more wit, A wee bit more “p-e-p” since he has such a little bit. To Mary Christian, I give: A bottle of “Bloat Quick” and some “Indian Batter” Which tends to make thin girls fatter and fatter. To William Lawrie, I give: All the dramatics and all the scenery, And a chance to buy his lunch in a first class “Beanery.” To Vemessa Harris, I give: D. S. although he is very short, With hopes that they’ll visit my summer resort. i 1 To Ethel Fisher, I give: C. G. who is to her, the only mar. And a gun to keep her “rivals” back and hold him — if she can. To Cortez Gordon, I give: A few more girls, a little more fun and folly, And if he’ll promise to be good — I’ll get ’im a rubber dolly. To Velma Hundley, I give: All I possess, every blessed penny, If she’ll say she’ll do all she can, toward getting skinny. To Raleigh King, I give: Esther Clark, together with pleasure and romance, If he will but pay me seven “bucks” in ad- vance. To Anna Jean McCampbell, I give: A warning that if her playfulness doesn’t stop, I think I’ll have to buy her a red lolly-pop. To Roland Scott, I give: A book on “Chemistry” with its scien- tific knowledge , So he will make a perfect chemist when he gets to college. To Alberta Martin, I give: A little more knowledge to put in her “cabeza” So she can honor dear old Lincoln with the Phi Beta Kappa. To Harold Gamble, I give: All the English including “English Lit” For if I had to keep it, I know I’d have a fit. To Earlene Wright, I give: A first class part in the “Dramatic Kingdom,” So she can win for herself a place in eternal stardom. Rosa Lee, ’ 27 , Giftonian. ill 5 — — 19 7 Page Twenty-six