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

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Editorials WORK! WAIT! WIN! Seniors, we have made our choice of themes to guide us through the re- mainder of our school life, May our choice be just as wise throughout our entire period of existence and may this always be our theme. We have proven to ourselves and to others that we are made of good material. Now it is up to us to improve that which we already possess. Let us always remember that — -good deeds are a lighthouse whose beams are thrown for immeasurable distances. Be on the alert, classmates, and be ready to impress upon all with whom you come in contact our qualities of courage, faith, and love. When we find that we are letting ourselves slip, let us always keep in mind that there is a little good in everything and, make it our purpose to find that good. Thus, we must use all our hidden forces and put forth our best hands to the wheel. WORK — for achievement and happiness ; WAIT — in meekness and trust in God ; and WIN — the greatest and best that is in the world for us. Thus (using these principles), we, the Class of 1937 may be able to hold the highest goal we achieve and count no day — lost. Anna Barton, Editor-inrChief. o- The Senior Class of 37 has been waiting and hoping in the past four years for this most delightful time. The time to leave dear old Lincoln, that in many ways aided our class to be thus far on its way to success, has arrived. Since we have been in high school we have toiled laboriously try- ing not to give up. A few students who were easy to give up and not in- terested in reaching a higher goal dropped out of school. We, who have stayed in school and have done our work to the best of our ability, have accomplished many great achievements which we hope will not be forgotten. So we have come thus far. There are higher goals to reach. Let us toil and labor to reach some of these goals. We should not feel that we have done enough but feel that there is just a little more that we can do. So may I say to my classmates as Columbus said to his men, “Sail on, sail on, sail on.” Ozella Grissom, Feature Editor . JUST BE GLAD Just be glad ! Those who have helped a little, laughed a little, and paused a little, the world needs you. No one has any more right to go about unhappy than he has to go about ill-bred. How happy is he who has gained the respect of his fellow stu- dents and teachers ; and who is leaving the school better than he found it. The place to be happy was here. Just think of the little cares that fretted us. These we lost yesterday. Unhappy persons are always wrong. The very name and appearance of a happy man helps the rest of us to live. Mary Jane Greene.

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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.

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Girls’ Sports SASSER’S SPORT DAIRY FOR GIRLS Freshmen (’34-’35) : . September, nineteen hundred thirty-three, saw a group of about one hundred inexperienced, yet proud, young damsels enter the “world of spoorts” at dear old Lincoln High School, which was then situated at Nineteenth and Tracy. This year (’33-’34) must have frowned to see the rough and ready manner in which our classes attacked their favorites— volley ball, nine-court basketball and the ever popular pastime of American baseball. To have seen the classes sail into their work must have been a “sight for our eyes to anone who knew sports and liked humor. Nevertheless, the work of these classes which, by the way, were our classes, was commendable and the year closed with Nina Martin, Evelyn Wright, Cora Lee Price, Anna Wolf skill, Ernestine Brown, Imogene Lee, Jennie Diggs, Ear- line Coleman, Zora Franklin, Harriet Warfield, Roberta Carlock, Geraldine Ste- venson, and Tommie Sasser as the outstanding sport lassies. Sophomore (’34-’35) : . , , Nineteen hundred thirty five was the scene of an actual mob of sports-minded girls. Experience had dealt her blow to us and we were now ready to forge ahead to more organized playing. This was truly our “year of years” during which we experienced many new activities. In our great and glorious kick-ball tournament we, the “Sophs” (ahem), were outstanding. Our performances in basketball were judged “ace-high” and at the end of this season we hurled our hearts and souls into an exhibition at the old Convention Hall with amazing re- sults. Mr. Hartwell Cook was the supervisor and general backbone of this affair. A short time afterwards, we were invited to Sumner High School where we participated in their annual play day. Among the games and sports which we played were German kick-ball, volley ball, distance throws, horse shoe pitching, relay races and broad jumping. Many girls received sport awards. A noticeable number received numerals and “Ye Old Sports Editor,” Tommie Sasser, received the cup for being the best girl athlete. With these awards we lowered the curtain on a colorful second year of sports. Juniors (’35-’36) : During our third year of sports we allowed ourselves to become so filled with dignity and wisdom that we failed to limber up and bounce into our physical “ed” activities in our accustomed manner. At every interval we clashed with those lively fast-stepping Sophomores Tigers and as a rssult they pounced away with the bacon in such activities as baseball and kick-ball. They also struck their second blow by seizing top hand on award day. . After this we Juniors leaped off our show stools and at the last minute made a wonderful Annual Play Day which ended our third year activities. Seniors (’36 -’37) : The total number of Senior girl athletes was about thirty. In addition to be- ing supervised by Miss M. K. Rhodes, the girls were placed in a universe of in- numerable advantages. Among these we might mention — entirely new equipment, out-of-door athletic privileges, modernistic dressing rooms and a marvelous, crys- tal-watered swimming pool. Among the wide assortment of bathing beauties un- der the supervision of Mrs. Jones were: Elizabeth Pullam, Catherine Taylor, Evelyn Wright, Caro Lee Hill, Zora Franklin, Willa Wilson, Cora Lee Price, Nina Martin, Anna Tullis, Mason Saunders, Eva Mae Johnson, Mayetta Wilker- son and Tommie Sasser. Go to it, girls ! We can and will win if we work, and then wait for the results. Chances are bound to appear.