Lincoln High School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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MR. ROGERS

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in ximipal parker You haven't a position here at Lincoln-far be it from such-you have a job. Any man that undertakes to direct the destinies of eighteen hundred boys and girls that are just in their Springtime of life, has a job on his hands, not a position. 4 - I have wondered-yes, often wandered-how you do it. An endless procession goes into your office day by day: questions asked you that would have made fob turn about face and head for the woods: still you always seem to have both the patience and the time to give out friendly advice to each one, even 'though it -be a meelf little Freshman or a dignified Senior. Bill has been playing uhoolfeyn and must bring his parents along with him before he can get back in school: Mary has failed in two subjects and you hold a conference with her to see which is the best founda- tion for after life, jazz music and dancing or midnight oil: Freddie has been caught smoking cigarets, generally the one-eleven variety, and your explain to him that the one- eleven means that the chances are eleven to one that they kill him: all of these things and hundreds of others too numerous to mention come before you daily. Parent- Teacher Associations to the right of you: school boards to the left of you: faculty, janitors and public in front of you, and eighteen hundred future citizens baclf of you-you surely have a man-sized job.

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in Gillis Qllngers Friend Rogers, so you are going to leave us and the Tacoma schools for which you have toiled so faithfully- lo! these many years. We, the faculty and student body of Lincoln High, take this opportunity to thank you for the splendid example of character that you have set before us from day to day. Some of us on the inside know, friend Rogers, that the smile on your face at times was only a mask: that beneath that smile was deep sorrow that only time 'can erase: we know that your great big heart was al- most bursting at times in grief over your boy that gave his life for his country and is lying under the poppies in France. When your other boy was stricken with a strange malady we knew that your crown of thoms was too great to bear: yet your smile, friend Rogers, was always there and your courtesy and kindness never faltered. Through it all you were the same splendid type of man that we all leamed to love. Your hand clasp was that of a real man, hearty, and like a grasp of steel,' and your friendly slap on the back was a caress that made one proud to receive. From now on each glance that any of us may make toward the famous statue of the man from whom our school received its name, will make us see and feel that it represents two men, the immortal Lin- coln, and you. Your makeup in many ways is like that of the great emancipator. honest, tbig, kindly, and with the courage of your convictions. Your loss is not only a loss to Lincoln, but to Tacoma as well. The world needs men like you, friend Rogersg men that have not an ounce of sham or hypocricy in their veins, and who can trample over sorrows and difficulties with their head high. We all bid you Cod speed in your new venture, and from now on whenever we hearuthe old familiar words of- i'The man worth while is the man that can smile When the whole darn world goes wrong - when we hear those words, friend Rogers, we will always think of you. Ci-ms. A. MCC-EE.