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

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©Vi Girl Reserves Despite the fact that this has been a year of financial depression, the Senior Girl Reserves has passed through a very prosperous year. They have parti- cipated in many activities during the year. The most outstanding activity has been the inter-racial work at the Central Y. W. C. A. Our representatives ' to this council were Marianna Beck, Bernice Moore, Gertrude Whitley, and Viola Murphy. The following girls partici- pated in an inter-racial broadcast spon- sored by the council: Arlene Anderson, Gertrude Whitley, Marianna Beck, Max- ine Sparks, and Bernice Moore. This ' has been the largest Senior Girl Reserve club of which Lincoln High can boast. There are fifty-four members’. The officers are: Christine McDonald President Marianna Beck Secretary Eglantine McCarthy Treasurer Page Twenty-two

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0v= Senior Girls’ Glee Club Members Soprano — Arlene Anderson, Gertrude Whitley, Oree Thomas, Evelyn Collins. Mezzo Soprano — Mary E. Cole, Mar- guerite Pittman, Maxine Sparks, Jewel Milligan, Clarice Wood, Helen Blakely. Alto — Marianna Beck, Anna Jean Howell. The Senior Girls’ Glee Club is one among many of the foremost Senior groups. It consists of only girls who are hard and energetic workers and have taken an active part in the school acti- vities. Most of the girls have worked in the Lincoln High School Chorus or other music groups ' . The Club has been out- standing in all of its extra-curricular ac- tivities, including its well known suc- cessful achievements on various church and civic programs, under its most com- petent leader, Miss Blanche Morrison. ARLENE ANDERSON, ’33. CLASS HISTORY— (Continued) 1932-33 Senior Ah! Seniors! The most dignified and sedate class of them all. We had reached the zenith of our high school career. We intended to make this year the most successful of them all. We were one hun- dred and fifty-eight strong. James Moore was elected president of the Student Council. Others of our group were elected to important offices. Our class officers were: Gertrude Whitley, president; James Moore, vice- president; Ruth Redmond, secretary; Bonnie Thompson, assistant secretary; Geneva Sampson, treasurer; Byron Ellis, sergeant-at-arms; Mary E. Cole, Critic. A large number of our group received commissions in R. O. T. C. Louis Byrd jvas ' appointed major. Other honorary officers were Marianna Beck, Mary Cole, Arlene Anderson, and Gertrude Whitley. Our dramatic stars produced four one- act plays. These plays, “No Tips Ac- cepted,” “Men Not Wanted,” “You Know, I Know, Shake,” and “Polishing Hen- ery,” were very good. Five of our group entered the field of oratory. They were Jewel Milligan, Oree Thomas, James Moore, Alonzo Red- mond and Obster Parker. The hour of departure is drawing near. We are afraid words cannot ex- press our feeling of gratitude toward our advisors and teachers ' who have worked so faithfully along with us to make our school years more than successful. We regret very much in leaving — but we are needed elsewhere. So we say, “Farewell, dear old Lin- coln!” Page Twenty-one

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©v« Class 1 Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, I fell asleep and had a dream. I was in the land where things are not what they seem. I saw my classmates, every one, Who had some task well done; As I am endowed with the power to per- ceive What is to com£ in the future. I pray you d Sl- nes my dream believe, For I really cannot deceive you. As I was lying on my divan, I fell into a semi-conscious sleep. Later I was awakened by some one calling my name. I opened my eyes and was startled to find a person standing in front of me, garbed in white. I close d my eyes ' and shook away the drowsiness and when I opened my eyes, the person put an end to my anxious wonderment and said: “I am the future. I control every liv- ing object there is, the animate and the inanimate. Come with me and I will show you the future of your classmates.” Within the twinkle of an eye, I found myself in a dimly lighted room with dark velvet drapes and soft carpets. The room was long, like a corridor, which had at its end a small table, upon which was a large crystal ball. Behind this table, dressed in native costume, was none other than Madame Florine Gar- rett. I didn’t ask the future from whence the madame came. The next moment I found myself in front of an office marked “private,” bearing the name of Lawrence Blanken- ship. I soon learned that his private secretary was ' Levada Kennymore. By the way, Blankenship is running a Nutt Factory. The scene changed and I was in a radio studio. Byron Ellis was another Bing Crosby and Evelyn Collins was another Kate Smith. They seemed to have reached the height of their ambition in a big way. Gosh! I am in a Modiste Shoppe now. Blanche Wilson is proprietress and Edith Smith and Ruth Jones ' are her seam- stresses. Her chief models are Evelyn Hendricks, Armanda Kirkendall, Iris’ Potts, Anna Williams, Mayme Davis, Marguerite Pittman, Dorothea Grant, and Dorothy Wilkerson. My, what perfumery! I am in a beauty shop now. Lady Jewel Milligan is the manager. Her operators are Marianna Beck, Lucille Herriford, Emogene Wil- kerson, and Eglantine McCarthy. Mr. and Mrs. James Robinson are ob- serving the performance with a critical eye. By the way, Octavia Ruffin is the little wifey. After a while the scene changed and I was in front of a huge building, marked “Tenement House Babies,” with Mary E. Cole, Frances Williams, Juanita Smith, Carrie Fields and Wilma Palmer as nurses. I was soon in a printing office. On the business staff were Victor Norman, Obster Parker, James Moore and Mur- rel Lee, John McNeely was editor of the sports column and Alice Smith, Anna Jean Howell and Josephine Hurse wrote novels. Christine McDonald was the out- of-town reporter. Helen Blakely was also a reporter. Just across the street was a little shop, or a meeting house rather, which bore the name of “Amendment for Lonesome Lovers,” and I learned that Vivian Powell was head of this organization. Her chief workers were Callie Freeman, Mary Lucille Davis and Virginia Bra- shears. Just above this organization was a doctor’s office. He was a dentist and his name, I learned, was Doctor Charles Bruce. His name was engraved in gold print on the window. I was so aston- ished, I almost fainted. The future told me you never know what your good friends may come to. I recovered from the shock and found myself in an opera house where I saw Erma Twine playing a Walter Damrosch number. Maxine Sparks was the prima donna. Arlene Anderson was the leading lady in the opera called, “Martha!” What ho! I am all turned around again. This time I’m in front of a mansion of loveli- ness. I am told that it belongs to the late Mrs. McClendon, better known as Miss Gertrude Whitley. Ah! There she is whizzing up the drive in that limou- sine. What a life! Well, the scene has changed again. The future really works marvels. Here I am in Harlem. Henry Brown and Bertrand Neal are the hit of the show called “Dark Harlem.” They are doing a Laurel and Hardy act. Believe it or not, but there goes Magnolia Banes down Fifth Avenue with her Russian poodle. What a dog and what a woman! I am so tired now I can hardly stand up. The future tells me there are a lot more to see of my classmates, but I am weary now and have to stop. “But before I release you,” said the future, “I’ll tell you your future.” Oh, I was glad because after seeing the future of many of my classmates I was anxious to know about my own fu- ture. He said: “After all, the talents you possess may not help you in later life, because after all you are best suited for a housewife.” Oh, how that shocked me, but just the same I hope I will make good of that future. OREE THOMAS, ’33. Page Twenty-three