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

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Accomplishments Poetry Editorials Girls ' Sports Boys ' Sports Wit and Humor Organiza tions Junior College In Memoriam

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Student Council The Lincoln High School Student Council is composed of one member from each sophomore advisory and Junior advisory. There are two rep- resentatives from each senior advis- ory, making a total of thirty. This year the Seniors were successful in electing their candidate for president of the council. The Chairmen of six departments of the Council are appointed by the president and are as follows : The Department of Awards with Nathan Washington, chairman, and Miss Spur- lock, adviser. They are trying to obtain funds from the members for pins. The Department of Foreign Relations with Rosetta May as the chairman, and Mr. Bryant as adviser. They secured letters from different high schools of the city telling of their Council. The Department of Justice with Jeremiah Cam- eron as the chairman, and Mr. Griffin as adviser, has charge of the court. The Department of Safety with Howard Griffin as chairman, and Miss Smoth- ers as the adviser, has been active in placing safety blanks on the bulletin boards. The Department of Research with Marshall Love as chairman, and Mr. Mayberry as the adviser, revised the constitution. The Department of Recreation with Gladys Williams as the chairman, and Mr. Jeffress as the adviser, sponsored many worthwhile socials and conducted assemblies this year. OFFICERS OF THE COUNCIL Mary Jane Green President Gladys Williams Vice-President Lavenia Powell Secretary Roxie Alma Savage Assistant Secretary Jeremiah Cameron Sergeant-at-Arms Mr. J. A. Jeffress, Faculty Supervisor THANKS To you, dear Lincoln, we offer our thanks, For helping us be among highest ranks. For watching us daily, for guiding us through These long years of struggle for old gold and blue. You’ve been what we’ve asked for — A friend in need. You’ve done a good deed. Thy name we shall cherish and mem’ries so dear To keep always with us from year to year. — Grace Dennis.

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Poetry THE LINCOLN HIGH Four years are gone, And I am sad To leave behind The good times Eve had At Lincoln High. In years to come, I know ’tis true Ell always think With love of you Dear Lincoln High. And now I say, On my honor bright. You ' ve taught me to go. The wav that is right, Dear Lincoln High. NO REGRETS We’re graduating once again, We ' re leaving Lincoln High to win Fame and fortune that are so rare. Sought, hunted, everywhere. We are sorry, yet we are glad, We are happy, we are sad, Leaving Lincoln is hard to do, So we’re saving this to you : “Make the best of it while it lasts. For high school days are passing fast, Once out on your own, you’ll find it so. Many have wept for their by-gone days, Those that were wasted in so many ways, Those that were wasted in needless glee, Seek, conquer, you will see. For after all school is the very best place, There’s nothing like trying to keep up the pace. Once you’ve left your school and all your friends — Yes, you’ll know when life begins, So take the road that leads to success, Lincoln! Lincoln! The very best! — Christiana Carter. FOR FOUR LONG YEARS For four long years we have strived, Until we reached the goal But now we have planned to leave our school And keep the memory within our soul. I ' m sure we hate to leave dear Lincoln But I guess we have to go, To make a place for others Because we love them so. — Tommie Sasser. ODE TO A HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA Behold the Diploma, a student’s lib- erator, Thou immortal document of emanci- pation, Art thou not a messenger of the Crea- tor, Who designed freedom for every na- tion ? Why, then, didst thou tarry so long, While I must wither away in this peonage ? Hither, hither, written bird of song, Deliver me from this sickly, obscure cage. Schools are but miserable institutions ; There is so much else gleaned from life. Chemistry teaches but vague solutions, While the real solvent of the world is strife. Poetry is but a mild expression Of the deeper souls of men. History is nothing more than a di- gression From the drama of man and his sins. How I marvel at your semblance ! Your finely written letters, the acme of penmanship, Arouse in me a passion like a cadence From Wagner or a note from Teprsi- chore’s lip. Thou book of few lines, with worth unknown, I grasp thee now, I grasp thee for my own ! To thee who deem thv labor all in vain, The treasures of life are the harder to gain. — Jeremiah Cameron. LEST WE FORGET Lest we forget the tears we have shed Lest we forget the worry it has brought, Too often now we know we have said : “We’ll stop here.” But through strife and pains we have won the fight And we now are departing to seek the limelight. Let us never forget the work’s just begun and Until we are dead, the battle’s not won. — Vivian Harper.