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

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©V r d The R. 0. T. C. unit, as in former years, has been very outstanding. It is considered one of the best departments of Lincoln High School. The training received by the boys is not only military but points of good citi- zenship, courtesy and obedience are also taught. The Lincoln High School Battalion has taken part in many of the city-wide func- tions. The honor of Cadet Major was be- stowed upon Lewis Byrd. Miss Margue- rite Pittman was elected as Sponsor Ma- jor of the Battalion. The Honorary Captains were appointed as follows: Company A., Marianna E. Beck; Company B., Gertrude Whitley; Company C., Mary E. Cole; Company D., Arlene M. Anderson. The other appointments were as fol- lows: Cadet Captains ' : Joseph Brown, Ho- mer Johnson. Cadet First Lieutenants: Herschell Cannon, Charles Brown. Cadet Second Lieutenants: Paul Byrd, Murrel Lee, Lawrence Blankenship, Eugene Hig- gins, Obster Parker, James Moore, Alonzo Redmond, Vernon Walker. Page Twenty-four

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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

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r Here I am stranded on Treasure Is- land! Just my luck. But since I’m here, I might as well search for a buried chest or something. H’m, noth- ing to the east or west. Things look barren in the north — but to the south. There is a sunken place in the earth. I’ll dig there. Ah! a trunk. Gee, but the locks are rusty. Now then a big pull and — oh! Gold! Here are other treas- ures, just the very things to give some of my ’33 classmates. While waiting for a ship to pass by, I’ll sort them out. Here’s a television set. I’ll give it to Ida Jones so that she may see Roscoe Perry even though she is married and living in Wichita. Here is just the thing for Shape, Form and Fashion, a book entitled “How to Have a Good Time at All Parties.” I’ll give this packet of 100-dollar bills to Gertrude Whitley, so that she can go to College to develop her latent “po- tentialities.” To Jeraldine and Edna Boggs I’ll give this gallon bucket of lip stick, though I know it will last only a few days. To the Four Queens, I’ll give this book on “How to Justly Criticize Clothes, Per- sonalities, and Other Girls’ Boy Friends’.” To Victor Norman, the loquacious, I’ll take this non-stopping Victrola. May it keep up with Victor. Ah, just the gift for the Dusky “13.” A book entitled, “Rules of Contract and Auction Bridge.” Heavens, what’s this sticky stuff? A bottle of glue! I’ll give it to the Four Leaf Clovers so that they may stick to- gether through thick and thin. Here’s a jug of air for Paul Byrd. Now he won’t have to “blow off” so much. A nice, long list of instructions for a new walk. This is just what Magnolia Baines needs. To the Four Shadows I’ll take enough money to buy them a furnished house so that they may give their parties with- out confusion. “Learn to Swim Without Straining Your Back.” What could be more useful to Christine McDonald and Arlene An- derson than this little booklet? To Oree Thomas, Clarice Woods, and Jewell Milligan, I’ll give this miniature beauty shop s’o they may spend the rest of their lives putting on make-up. A marriage license! An appropriate gift for Levada Kenneymore and Law- rence Blankenship. Llere are some rubber heels for Charles Marshall which will allow him to enter Miss Smothers’ room without disturbing the class. To Joe Brown, I’ll give this book, “I,” published by “Me Company.” Here are five certificates giving the right to teach in any university. Mar- guerite Pittman, Alice Smith, Frances’ Williams, Murrel Lee and Horace Mar- shall have these. What’s this bundle all tied up with pink ribbon? Ah! Two little girls, Mary E. Cole and Marianna Beck! I’ll give them to James Moore along with the copyright of the song, “Contented.” I’ll take this passport to Honolulu; to Miss Brydie, Mr. Ellison and Mr. Cook so that they may have a real vacation this year. To Josephine Hurs’e, I’ll give this vol- ume of books entitled “Toots,” by Haw- kins. Here is a list of instructions called, “How to Be a Musician.” I shall take it to Paul Jones and James Ross. Two passports ' — one to Spain and one to France! Miss Woods shall certainly have her greatest wish fulfilled. Here is another large bundle. I can hardly pull it out. Ah! At last. Mc- Kenzie Coleman. Just what Blanche Wilson can use. To Eugene Higgins I shall give this’ title, “The Best Dressed Boy in Lincoln High School.” I shall take this food budget to the Good Fellows, then they can spend as much lunch money as they wish. Here’s a book by William Jennings Bryan, which gives all the points of oratory. Alonzo Redmond can use it as no one else can. To Armanda Kirkendoll and Evelyn Hendricks, I shall take this permit allow- ing them to gossip about their Sunday night experiences. Ooh! Such a cumbersome package! Why, it’s Evelyn Lyons. I’ll give her to Bernice Moore and Hartwell Yeargens as a chapeoron since she has proved to be such a persistent one this last year. To Mr. Mayberry, I’ll take this alarm clock, then his senior boys can be sure that their hour after school is up. To Miss Baker, I shall give this certi- ficate denoting her as one of the nicest and most practically dressed women in Lincoln High. Here’s a neat little package. It smells of fish. By jove! Sardine and graham crackers. Miss Smothers’ favor- ite dish. I shall give them to her as soon as I reach L. H. S. What a nifty book. I will take it to Miss Barker, for it is called “Sweetness.” May she always be that way. Now the treasure trunk is empty. But wait — another small package. Ah, a bountiful supply of good luck, happiness and success! This I give to each one of my classmates’. What is that I see there? A ship! Yoohoo, captain! Oh, Captain! No, sir, no luggage, only my treasure chest. Ship ahoy! sir, on to the harbor of L. H. S ' . RUTH REDMOND, ’33. Giftorian. Page Twenty-five