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

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[incolniaN I I I I I I I 1 I I I I Al E take unusual pride in presenting to v our readers the Lincolnian Queen for 1928 — Miss Vendetta Jones. The contestants this year, Miss Jones, representing Mr. Marsden’s group ; Miss Bertha Sims, representing Miss Baker’s group, and Miss Wilhelmina Harrison from Miss Brydie’s group, entered into the cam- paign with unusual enthusiasm, each de- termined to render a good account of her- self. It was not surprising, therefore, that the contest proved the closest of any yet held, with only a few votes difference be- tween Miss Jones and Miss Sims, who ran second. Miss Jones has impressed us all with her modesty and reserve, qualities which were evident throughout the contest. We are wishing for her continued success as she leaves old Lincoln. In whatever lines her lot may be cast, may she ever be — Queen. I I Page Twenty -nine

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IlNCOLNIAf Sj I I I Weekly Romance Our hero was a common one After all is said and done. He worked his head off and Was out to get the “Mon ’ The reason for all this was Commonplace, ’tis true. He tried to raise his salary so It would suffice for “Tue.” And maybe that’s the reason why One day he lost his head And in a tender voice, he cried, O maiden, wilt thou “Wed? ” She may have thought this sudden, But it made no difference to her; And in a quick acceptance Forcibly lisped “yeth ‘Thur’.” But when they went to keeping House, he feared that he would die, For, oh, that flapper maiden could Neither bake nor “Fri.” She could not run a bungalow, Nor even run a flat; So on many sad occasions in A restaurant they “Sat.” But he forgave her everything, as Man has always done, When she presented him one day A bouncing baby “Sun.” — Exchange. Can You Imagine Some of the Juniors as Seniors? Vernon Page making a noise? Boydie Ramsey possessing a pencil? Arneta Hogan controlling her tongue? Etta Love six feet tall? Jennie Lewis hating “Ralph?” Clarence Potts owning a book? John McThomas preaching? Monroe Burrows the proud owner of a Ph.D. degree ? Ruby Epps missing a Lincoln-Sumner game ? Floyd Aikens working a chemistry experi- ment ? Dorothy Hughes flunking ? Paul Gamble as quick as “Lightning?” Willa Dudley tellihg a falsehood? Lucile Bluford expressing gloom? lone Watson disliking gym? Bertha Sims and Bessie Watson losing friendship ? J. R. Lillard attending to his “private” affairs ? W ILHELMINA G. HARRISON, ’28. When, Oil When Will Grace Bibbs get to school on time? Will Miss Morrison not be busy? Will Mr. Love stop favoring his classes with tests? Will Earl Evans run out of wise-cracks? Will we have assembly every day? Will Grace Dotson cease to be a flapper? Will Miss Brydie be lenient with her ad- visory group? Will Mr. Morrison and Miss Arnold do a fairy dance in assembly? Will the annual be given away as souve- nirs ? Will Frances Sadberry bob her hair? NEVER! NEVER! Thelma Arnold, ’28. A Faculty Pun In a little White house set off from the Rhode Dwelt a little old lady And ’er son. One day this lad he met a girl And told his ma she was the Wright one. “No-Ian!” she cried, “you cannot Love This girl, for she can’t Cook, And every time you’re hungry, lad, She’ll have her head in a book. He heeded not hi’ Smother’s voice, For the lass was quite pretty; So with his Armstrong he bore her home And made her his Brydie. “All right, Ma’son,” his mother cried, “You shall be sorry yet, That you did not wed the Baker’s girl Instead of this young flapperette.” Lucile Bluford, ’28. C — is for commencement, the Seniors’ de- light. L — is for the lectures we hear on that night. A — is for announcements — we do it in style. S — is for sheepskins — there’s surely a pile. S — is (once more) for our spirit that wins by a mile! 0 — is for oration, a part of the plan, F — is for feeling, that now, one’s a man! 1 — is the number of classes like ours, 9 — are the muses controlling our powers. 2 — times twenty-four are the number of boys to complete. 8 — plus seventy are the number of girls so neat. Beatrice Ware, ’28. I I s m Page Thirty