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

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MY -BEST EXPERIENCE DURING MY YEARS IN LINCOLN It was in my Junior year when I had one of the greatest experiences of my four years in high school. I was invited to attend a conference at Westport High School. I thought I knew just what my life ' s ambition, Teaching, would be like. It was very shocking to find out that I knew but very little about it. But after going from one room and teacher to another, I had a pretty good idea what I would have to do to get to the top shelf of my Life ' s Ambition. I returned with a resolution to do all within the limits of my ability to prepare myself fully for my life ' s ambition — teaching. —Willie B. Mitchell. FINDING A PLACE Since school is almost out, temporarily for some, permanently for others, it is only fitting that we consider the future activities of those graduating. Many students will be going off to school in September, but others won ' t be able to make it. Let us speak of these less fortu- nate ones who cannot continue their education in the manner in which they wish. Many students leave school without the proper training for jobs calling for skill and an understanding of what they are attempting to do. Now that the National Defense program has been put into action it will give many students a great chance to fulfill their dreams. By going to school and learning a skill and getting a job because of their ability and not discriminated against because of color, this end can be accomplished. Color is one of the main hindrances at the present time, but it has been, and is being, gradually set aside. We are getting more chances than we had before. It is my belief that all of the students in the future will have a much greater opportunity to get jobs and be able to live instead of just existing, as in the past. — Wesley Ellington. MR. SENIOR ' S HEAD While visiting Dr. Monteau ' s laboratory the other day, I noticed a stack of papers and peculiar looking objects in bottles. I immediately became curious and went over to the table to in- vestigate. Upon my discovery I found that Dr. Monteau had been experimenting on a Senior ' s head and the stack of papers were his results. The first picture attracted my attention. It was the picture of the Senior. I asked Dr. Monteau to explain this experiment to me. He said that Senior ' s head consisted of the skull or cranium which contained the brain and the face. In the skull eight bones were connected together by sutures having tooth like serrated margins which fit into or overlap each other. The whole structure is marvelous for its lightness. At the very top of Senior ' s head, about three inches were vacant. I was surprised at this, but Dr. Monteau said that the space would be filled as it learned more. Then Dr. Monteau opened a bottle which contained Senior ' s brains. It seemed all tangled up with little gray particles scattered here and there. There were million of little scars, all over the brain. Too much thinking had caused these scars. Dr. Monteau emphasized the fact that all Seniors had the same amount of brains only some were a little more scattered than others. Being weak minded, I told Dr. Monteau that I didn ' t care to look any more at his experiments. We left the laboratory and went to his office. Laying on his desk were the conclusions of the same experiment. He read them to me. The gist of it all was — Senior had worked hard for eleven years in school. There had been much strain 1 on his head in the freshman and sophomore years, but he sort of declined in his work in the junior and senior years. On the whole he had worked very hard and deserved all the credit that was due him. I thanked Dr. Monteau for giving me his valuable time. I left the laboratory feeling very happy over what I had just learned about Senior ' s head. — Lois E. Payne. CLASS OF NINETEEN FORTY-ONE N is for the Nice things we have done. I is for the Ideals we are leaving behind. N is for our class Number one hundred. E is for the Eagerness with which we have accepted our work. T is how True we have been to dear Lincoln. E is for indicating that we have been Ever Ernest. E is for Energetic pursuit of our ideals. N is for the Neat way we have kept our building. F is for the Fun we have had. O is for the Obedience we have tried to give our teachers. R is for the Respect we have for the faculty. T is for every Thing we have been taught. Y is for the happy three Years we have spent at Lincoln. O is for the Onward path to success which we hope to follow. N is for the good Nature that every senior possesses. E is for the dearest and most precious Experience we have had. Put them all together and you are bound to get Nineteen Forty-one. — Carmen Robinson, Class of ' 41. LINCOLN DEFINITIONS Hitch Your Wagon to a Star Be a Senior It ' s a Blue World Report Card Day I Didn ' t Know What Time It Was Admits from the Office I Get Along Without You Very Well ,7th Hour Thanks for. the Memories Week Ends My Isle of Golden Dreams Lunch Counter Deep Purple Lockers on a Winter Morning Where De We Go From Here Sophomores Till We Meet Again September 9th For All We Know Cafeteria Just-rites The One You Saved for Me E in Chemistry Broken Records Track Team I ' ve Got My Eyes on You Miss Smothers The Little Man Who Wasn ' t There .’ Mayor Odell Sylvester When I Grow Up Kathleen Julius — Paul Gray, Class of ' 41. Page Twenty-seven

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QTUSQ ODE TO LINCOLN HIGH In short lament or dirge I say Four long years I have toiled for thee To approach the throng on promotion day A world of knowledge confronting me. I have borne you through thick and thin; ' Tis true I grew tired along the way, But knowing a reward was at the end I trod through the hours of each day. To you I came for a solid base To place me for a future bright, And as I stand here face to face I ' ll swear you ' ve done what ' s right. I must go now and get my robe, My board, and it awaits for me. This poem to some is a Morse Code But to the wise, it ' s thanks to Thee. — James Campbell. HATS OFF TO LINCOLN Hats off to Lincoln, Is the song we have sung And the memory of its melody Will last for years to come. Hats off to Lincoln, We seniors must go; Don ' t think we want to leave, But we really must, you know. Hats off to Lincoln, Seems the only thing to do, So take your opportunity now Juniors, For your time is coming, too. — Carmen Robinson. SO LONG L. H. S„ SO LONG So long L. H. S., so long, The time has come and we are gone, We ' ve had our thrill upon this hill, But the time has come, so long. So long, to those high school days, To those hours we have slaved To keep the stride to save our hide, So long L. H. S., so long. You ' ve made our life so gay, We ' ve had some time to play, Each day we prayed for this great day, So we could say, so long. So long to the ringing of bells, To the horrible Chemistry room smells; So long to the beautiful walls, To those long concrete halls. We say so long, and not goodbye, For if we did, we ' d almost die; We ' ll be lonesome when we ' re gone, But yet it ' s time to say so long. — Edward Carruth. GOODBYE Through days of joy or years of pain, To serve thee e ' er will be our aim; And when we say our last goodbye; We ' ll always love Dear Lincoln High. —Floyd Hill. FAREWELL DEAR -LINCOLN! ! Farewell, dear Lincoln, we are leaving you, It ' s due to your help that we so do, This class of ' 41 leaves you with a sigh But with memories of dear Lincoln High. In Memory of Mr. Cook, Among the finest type of gents; When you need lunch money, He ' ll lend you fifteen cents. In Memory of Mr. Ellison, A teacher very bright; Meant for what he stood for And stood for what is right. In Memory of Miss Brydie, As cheerful as a bird, Whenever she would greet you, She ' d say a cheerful word. In Memory of all our teachers Who struggle with us through pain To help us win this victory To develop a higher name. So Good Bye, dear old Lincoln Our eyes are full of tears, Our hearts are over burdened To have to part this year. — Irene Martin. SONG OF A DREAMER Oh, I love to lie in the shade of a tree With a rippling stream close by, And dream of the things I ' m going to be And do before I die. First a poem I ' ll write of nature sublime And in oils I ' ll paint this tree; Not today, of course, but in a short time When the urge will come to me. There ' s a symphony, now running through my mind, And a plot for a novel that ' s new, I ' ll be hailed as the century ' s greatest find. Yes, I ' ve plenty of work to do! But day after day I ' ll come and lie In the shade of this old Willow Tree, And I ' ll dream and I ' ll pl ow the hours by, While the stream just laughs at me. But years roll by, I ' ll be an old man. With none of my dreams come true, For it ' s so much nicer to lie and plan, Than to get up and ' go and do. — Paul Gray. STUDENTS I WARN YOU: Don ' t ditch school and be in fights; Don ' t participate in things that aren ' t right. Come to school and stay in sight, Learn to be a loyal Lincolnite. To go to school is a wonderful thing, For at promotion time you will have a class ring. And if you don ' t get a ring, it won ' t be a sin, For you will still have that old class pin. When you graduate, don ' t quit school, For you will only be some person ' s tool. Go to college and get further education, Then you will not be on the road of starvation. If you can ' t go to college, Then take up a trade;. If you don ' t, Out of this world you will gradually fade. — losie Silvers, Class of ' 41 Page Twenty-six

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