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

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Lincolnite King The royalty of Lincoln High School increases this year as we present to the reading public a king, in the person of Mr. Wendell Givan. This is the first time since 1930 that the boys have been in- terested enough in the selling of the Lin- colnite to appear with the queen. Mr. Givan worked untiringly and in the end emerged victoriously over his tree other opponents, Victor Travis, John Wesson, and Cecil Whitney. Mr. Givan is a mem- ber of Mrs. Goss’ advisory group. Along with the queen, the class of ’36 bows humbly to his majesty, the king. Class The day was hot, oh so hot! A wave of warm hot air overswept two lazy caterpillars just crawling around the front door of Lincoln High School. “Did you ever see such a day in your short life?” asked one solemnly. “It ' s terrible, I do admit, but this shad- ow from this splendid building is grand,” rejoined the other. “A friend of mine told me the doings of the class that is coming out of it this year; it’s a school, you know,” replied the first. “Shall I relate it to you as I heard it.” “Oh, well, it’s so cozy here, I guess you’d just as well. If it ' s not interest- ing I’ll go to sleep. If it is, ft will keep me awake.” Freshmen, 1932-1933 “As freshmen, they came to the dear old edifice, 649 strong, in September, 1932. There never was a jollier and more frivolous group. Yet, I remember they were a shy group and regarded up- perclassmen with great caution. They held their standards, though, for when the upperclassmen tried to tack green on them for a class color they protested. They waved the banner of school spirit for the freshmen class high and kept it there. Among their honor roll residents for that year were: Theo Nix, Ella Mathews, Eunice Weaver, Mae Della Alexander and Fryne Coleman. That first year was kind o’hard for some of them and with such excuses as T must work,’ ‘I’m too dumb to learn,’ ‘My health won’t stand it,’ ‘I’m tired of going to school,’ and so forth, they dropped to 506 that first year.” History Sophomores, 1933-1934 That second year they started with a bang! They knew more of the school customs now and tried harder to observe them. There were no more pranks played upon them by the fine upperclass- men. They were a wiser group by now. I saw the playful, frivolous little fresh- men of yesteryear begin to attain spe- cial likes in that second year. Some were battling with mathematics, others liked English, science played a part and many decisions concerning trades began to arise. It was real fun to see those little boys of a forgotten prankful day don their first R. 0. T. C. uniforms; see the shy- ness leave them and watch them, claim student council offices only to promote a growth of their dignity. They parti- cipated in everything worth while and everything they turned their hand to went over. Juniors, 1934-35 — How Many? A perfect junior class! They were just that. Now the positions they had longed for began to be a reality. They were very proud of Eunice Weaver and Fyrne Coleman as president and secre- tary of their student council. I often saw them at athletic activities, for there they often watched John Wesson and Andrew Ervin capture track honors, marveled at the spunk of Walter Day- ton and Charles Neaves on the football team and fairly gasped at the speed with which some of their classmates (Continued on page — ) [ 16 ]

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Lincolnite Queen Again, we are indeed happy to present to the patrons and friends of Lincoln High School the queen of the class of ’36 — Miss Virginia Price. She worked most diligently in this contest, trivial though it may seem, and em erged victorious over a large number of competitors. We feel certain that she will continue to lead in every task that she undertakes even more easily than she emerged victorious in this contest. There was no equal to Miss Price this year. Miss Price is a member of Mr. Mayberry’s advisory group. The class of ’36 bows down in humble reverence to her majesty, the queen, for she has set a record for Lincoln High School. [ 15 ]

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Class Prophecy A world renowned psychiartrist, Pro fessor F. F. Future, came to town and opened a consulting ro om for the unfit and the unsound of mind. Some of our earnest students went to see him. I am not implying that they were un- fit, unsound or un anything. They all went to be examined. Of course, no one ever found out what the professor said to the others. Last night I, too, had occasion to en- ter Professor Future’s office. Not be- cause of mental weakness; merely to get an examination. The professor wasn’t in and to kill time I gazed silently into his crystal ball, on the table in a very dark corner of the room,. In a very large city I saw a very neat- looking modiste shoppe. The owner was Mr. Walter Agins and his chief models were: Marion Foote, Irene Whitlev. Sudie Brooks, and Fayrene Richardson. The scene grew strange. An orches- tra was seated awaiting a signal from their leader, J ames Westbrook, to play. A switch was turned, and an announce- ment w ,s made, and the orchestra began to play a merry tune. A saxophone solo was introduced into the midst of the se- lection by James Miller. The scene shifted to the display room of a large gown establishment. The manikins marched about the platform. One of them was exceptionally graceful and wore her evening gown well. It was Bernice Saunders, chief manikin of the establishment. Buzzings and ringings filled the air, I saw a long room around the sides of which were seated many girls. It was a telephone office and the head operator was Margaret Jones. I saw the interior of a public building — the library. Seated at her desk was the reference librarian, but she was not doing research for anyone. She was reading the latest novel and letting those who searched for books, wait. She was our old friend, Theo Nix. Walking down the streets in Miami, Florida, I saw Thomas Wright, a noted philanthropist. With him walked his sec- retary, Hiawatha Davis. Frances Walker owned a very select shoppe in St. Louis, where she designed gowns for all the best dressed women in the country. How strange ! I saw a room in great disorder and a man down on all fours looking at the rug through a magnify- ing glass. He acted very peculiarly. It was John Maddox. He was a detective,, This was the result of the mystery stories he was always reading. The scene was dim but I saw a small shop or meeting house with a large sign, “Sedate Misses.” It was owned by Rob- erta Ann Huff. The members were : Evelyn Sublett, Christine Simfmons, Ruby Harris, Willa Fennell, Helen Walls, and Maudell Johnson. In this same city I saw a lovely build- ing. I was told it was an asylum. Mary- ann Tyrees was president; David Pierce, secretary, and Dora Whisonant, treas- urer. The nurses were: Hilda Beaty, Mary Louis, Ethel Mullins, Georgia Hol- lins and Bessie Mathis. Now that your anxieties are all at rest, it is only fair to tell you that I learned the crystal ball was a large door knob with pictures of my classmates. Of course, that will not affect the accuracy of its prophecy at all but I thought you might like to know. So there! They Also Ran The queen has two lovely attendants, in the persons of Miss Dora Whisonant and Miss Georgia Hollins, who took first and second place, respectively. Hiss Whisonant is a member of Miss Smothers’ advisory group while Miss Hollins is attached to Mr. Jeffress’ group. T171