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

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SPONSOR MAJOR AND HONORARY CAPTAINS The Sponsor Major and Honorary Captains were elected from the senior class, February 14, 1929. They were elected from a group of the ten highest girls of the senior class. They were first voted on by the R. O. T. C. boys. The next vote was taken by the Faculty and the senior girls took the last vote. Each girl is an escort for the captain of a company. From left to right, sitting, they are: Edith Crews, captain of Com- pany B, and Fern Belt, captain of Com- pany A. Back row, from left to right: Leona Ware, captain of Company D; Mar- jorie Gordon, captain of Company C and Nollie Mae) Whitaker, Sponsor Major. Page Eighteen

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[ JNCOLNITF, SENIORS Webster Rand “We ” “The Prince of Music Makers ” TO FACULTY AND CLASSMEN Wei the class of ’29, wish to express our sincere thanks to the members of the faculty who have labored with us for four years, giving us high ideals. We wish them long lives, pleasant days, happy nights and a rest from the class of ’29. We hope our successors, the Juniors, will profit by our mistakes as well as the good things we have done. Also that each of them will receive his diploma in June, 1930. We wish the Sophomores to retain all the loyalty they have formally had and when they become Seniors they’ll be one hundred per cent Lincolnites. We wish the Freshmen to profit by their one year spent in dear old L. H. S., and return in the fall for consistent study, hard work, and with a determina- tion to succeed. Sammie Lampkins, ’29 PARTING There is something in the parting hour, That chills the warmest heart; For kindred, comrade, lover, friend, Are fated all to part. But this I’ve seen, with many a pang It has pressed upon my mind The one that goes is happier Than he who stays behind. Virginia Bryant. ’29 1929 Page Seventeen

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[ INCOLNIT F, Class History On a bright, balmy, September morn in 1925, three hundred and fifty-nine hearties boarded the “Old Ship Lincoln” bound for the Port Knowledge, found on the Isle of Preparedness. Ah! What a sad and frightened crew we were when hunting for our assigned cabins. We were even told to take the elevator when lo ! there was none there! But after a few days aboard, our strained feelings left us and we became one fam- ily. Our beloved faculty removed all signs of fear and sadness from our hearts. To prove- we were at ease we entertained the ship’s company that January, nine- teen hundred and twenty-six. By June, having been under the leadership of Daisy Mitchell we felt that we were as old, as the oldest on board and we played host to our brothers who were to join us the following September. We went ashore three months for the old ship to be repaired. On our return we found our number greatly decreased, but we still had the old fighting spirit and ambition to reach the goal on our second start. Evelyn Searcy and Clara Webb repre- sented us on the ship’s log for superior workmanship. In these later days every ship has an athletic squad. Our girls’ basketball team was the best of any aboard, Louise Lewis being our stealing leader. Our boys tore up the planks too, Carl Green and George Pennington being on the boys’ team while Charles Butler and Henry Graves starred on the foot- ball team. The ship was tossed about as we neared the Indian ocean. Some were swept over board by the rolling waves, better known as sewing, algebra and latin. The second leg of our journey, was about finished as we neared the wild coast of Australia. Our contribution to our parting program was Hazel Burton winning a place for us in the field of oratory. The officers who commanded us, Vera Wright, president; Daisy Na- varro, vice-president; Printes Tucker, secretary; Neil Webb, assistant secretary; Sherwood Harris, sergeant-at-arms; Ar- thur Woody, chaplain; Catherine Hood and Charlotte Flynn, reporters. The sun was setting as we went ashore for our second shore leave. But when we returned and looked around for many of our shipmates, it was in vain. Many were missing, lured away by the delights of the new lands they had visited. The third leg of our voyage began in a whirl. A typhoon soon struck the good ship and many fell over board. The sharks, better known as geometry, Eng- lish and history devoured many who fell overboard. Many others struggled on until pulled on board by their mates. Meanwhile Louise Lewis, George Penning- ton, Edward Nolan and Clifford Warren kept our banner floating in athletics. The girls too put themselves on the map by forming a new organization called “The Girl Reserves” with Essie Green as the foremost sponsor of the movement. And then the sun was setting, it seemed al- most before it had risen. Again our good ship had to be put in order, sails refitted, sides cleaned, decks washed down. The highest ranking workers’ names went down on the ship’s log. Among these were Leona Ware, Evelyn Searcy, Laurenza Johnson, Ralph Byrd, Virginia Bryant, Vera Wright, Sammie Lampkins, Fern Belt, Ruth Arnett and Hortense Jackson. To give a fine farewell we gave a dashing play “A Prince of Adventure”. We used in it those of who had dis- tinguished themselves in a new quest for honor. Oliver Bell, Ernestine Scott, Leon Bowman, Marietta Evans, Sherwood Harris, Edward Harris, Marcelneil Dot- son and Dorothy Thomas brought new fame to our standards. After a short but jolly stay on shore, we went aboard the old ship which ' seemed dearer than ever before. We won some of the highest places in governing our staunch old craft. Ruth Redd, became president of the N. A. A. C. P.; Oliver Bell, president of the Student Council, while many others fell to members’ of our crew. And now we dimly see the shores we have long struggled for, it seemed to some almost in vain. But waves, moun- tain high seemed to rise between us and the shore. “English Lit” dashed down upon us and washed away some of our greatly diminished number. Though fewer in number now we are still stern-hearted. With land in sight our courage rise, nor will we be satis- fied to stay on shore. There must be nelw seas to chart, new lands to discover. We will sail on to more glorious achieve- ments. Horten se J a ckson - 1929 - ny Page Nineteen