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

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1 INCOLNITF, One of the most outstanding divisions of every busy high school is the progress it makes in the R. O. T. C. The Lincoln High School battalion is one that any organization could justly cherish, it has been outstanding in all affairs that it has engaged in. Under thel able instruction of Master Sergeant William L. Bryson, who has ably taken up the work of Instructor of Military Science and Tactics, formerly filled by the late Master Sergeant W. B. Williams, the unit has made a decided progress. During an annual inspection by Capt. Harry E. Mitchell, the spirit of sports- manship was especially high. Each com- pany was striving to out-do the other, but after it was all over and awards were being made, the great honor went to Com- pany B, commanded by Captain Oliver Bell. At the inspection, also two cadets were given special mention for neatness. They were Cadets Lloyd Haymes and James King. The battalion was gi ven special men- tion for its generally superb appearance in this inspection. The honor of battalion major went to Cadet Capt. Walter Day and that of Honorary Major to Cadet Capt. Oliver Bell. Other officers who have made an ex- ceptionally good appearance are: Cadet Adjutant. James Ramsey Cadet Captain James Anderson Cadet Captain Sherwood Harris Cadet Captain .Lee Chung Cadet 1st Lieut Chester Walker Cadet 1st Lieut .... .Cary Daniels Cadet 1st Lieiut Lilbon Clark Cadet 1st Lieut.. Prentis Tucker Cadet 1st Lieut Elbert Cole Cadet 1st Lieut Theodore Wyatt Cadet 2nd Lieut. ... Leon Bowman Cadet 2nd Lieut Gaither Johnson Cadet 2nd Lieut Eugene Glover Cadet 2nd Lieut. Foster Drew Cadet 2nd Lieut Roy Buckner Cadet 2nd Lieut.. Cecil Poston Cadet Warrant Officer. .Paris Harrington Seniors who are now commissioned of- ficers are: Lee Davis, Oscar Billups, J. D. Tyson, Samuel Watson and Votus Landers. Another promotion will be made before the year ends. Each year the battalion places special interest in the Sponsor and Honorary of- ficers, their presence seems to instill more interest and respect among the cadets than any other force. Oliver Bell Page Twenty

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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

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[ INCOLNIT F, Class Prophecy When I became the duly elected prophet for Lincoln High School for 1929, I real- ized at once that I would be incapable of visualizing the great heights which some members of this school will doubtless attain. With this in mind, I went in search of aid. One day I put on an old dress and my only pair of sandals. Being comfortable, i walked and walked and walked, 1-2-3-4- 5-6-7 blocks. The distance grew into miles, and still I walked until 1 supposed I had reached my journey’s end, and I was lost, but on I went until I heard a call from behind. I turned and was told to wait. I saw a car of peculiar looking- men. They asked to take me where I wanted to go. So I jumped in. Weil, 1 (just wondering) asked where was I, and, bless Pat, I was over in China. Why, i never dreamed, I, myself, Penny, was in China, but indeed I was. Well, I’ll be , in China. I thanked them and got out. I — a nut — started walking again and found myself surrounded by dull looking forest. Nothing but darkness, almost, but I troddled on. I had almost forgotten my mission, but no. At last, I met a so-called soothsayer, who invited me to his hut. The hut was l ike its owner, very curious looking. As we reached our destination I seated my- self. He fixed a mug of tea for me. The tea was an intoxicating one and all of a sudden, why, I fell down from my stool and went boom. Ker-splash I fell into a large pot, about the size of Wool worth building in New York, and as high as it is, too. Oh! The pot was filled to the brim w T ith dirt, oil, herbs, long slimy, black snakes. The black nasty stuff was getting into my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, snakes and all, so you wouldn’t wonder at the rest of my tale. The first stop I made I saw a school. I went inside and looked around, assisted by the Assistant Principal, Ralph Byrd. He started to introduce two or three teachers to me but I already knew. Why! Nollie Whitaker was an English teacher, and I saw two other ladies whom I judged to be gym teachers, for they were in middies, bloomers and tennis shoes. Their backs were turned, oh! Now they were Frances Ward and Fern Belt. Now, some- one else was coming towards me. Behold, it was Evelyn Searcy, who was the prin- cipal. She taught a class of public speak- ing also. Ouch! Oh! Down I went. I now seemed to be on Coney Island, and being hungry, I stopped at a coney island stand. The proprietor was Goff Young. Why, I didn’t know him, he was so small. I guess he had eaten too many conies. Another round I went and found my- self at a theatre listening to a program where I saw Marcelneil Dotson was a chorous girl. Then I heard the “Spanish Serenaders” from Spain. I saw some of my old buddies, Webster Rand and Lum- bia Raines. I now seemed to be on the fourth round and (bump) I went into France. I passed a Modiste Shoppe. There sat Misses Alice Ruff and Julia Williams, nothing to do but give orders. And in front of them stood their mannequins, Rosa Lee Jami- son and Beatrice Bell. On I walked and decided to take a bus to take me to the next city. But whom did I see driving the bus, why, Gaither Johnson, who now, I heard, was the president of the bus service. As I rode along, being the only passenger for this was a special bus, 1 asked to step across the street to buy an apple and there I saw a sign on the grocery wTndow, “Eddie Harris,” in large letters. No longer was Eddie an errand boy, but proprietor. Now I seemed to be driving on into Germany. He was persuaded to drive me around a while. He did not care what time he got back for he was with other drivers mostly his old buddies, Cur- tis Chatman and Thornton Smith. Driving along I passed a Bootee Shop owned by Erma Smith. Then we passed a large hospital and down the way we saw the stick together pair, Aileen Wood and Phocile Wilson. They were in their nurse’s uniform, but still together. We next went into a Home Convent and there I met the matrons. Their names were Louise Gardner, Hortense Jackson, Lau- renza Johnson and the head matron Jewell Burgett. Well I was at the station now and off on my train. Whoopee — down I went. Every time I start to do something, I fall down. A man hollered fifth round. Now I seemed to have hopped to Amer- ica and in the streets of New York. I went to the Metropolitan Opera House and thought I heard Marion Talley for the first time. I was so far back I could not see the artist. But, no to my surprise and yet happiness it was Ruth Redd. Marietta Evans then gave her recital and for each number Marjorie Gordon played. 1929i Page Tiventy-One