Lincoln High School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE LINCOLNIAN sez 'mu to ple'1se Clrts Hou som ex e1 when he gets to sleep I c'ut 111111 dow ll to the watel an gets 111 '1 cmnoe an thout s lang to the 1d1ots fallll shoves off doun tl1e Stl9'lH1 I on bout dfnlxbht Just 'ts ue get 1n Slght of the blg Amazon Clms wakes up Whe1e 'lm I9 he peeps On the nav home Iyodels back Home thunder' he sez lXls home and loses back thele XNe1e g0ll1 back' Wlth IKIIICII paddle ow 91 me conk When I co1ne to we 11 uz go1n up the same ol chftnnel 8.g'llI1 Seem nutlnn befo1e me but that 1dl0t gang I heawes mwself 0361 the Slde 'md paddles fol shoxe I reached shore an looked at Ghas calmly paddhn up the quiet lagoon Slllglll Home Sweet Home' Ya mem bel hou he used to sing xt You heaxd 111111 dlncha? I 'tdnntted that I had and he pro ceeded Ins1de of su. months I wuz back in the U S Me u a nuthe1 bo was rxdxn 'llong atop of 1 passenger 'ln a shemff IH News Mex tftkes a pot shot at us Me 1111-d rolls off the 71 uabon de'1de1 ll 'L souse but I hung on calryln at bulet 111 my shoulder Soon s I get ow 91 the blood po1s1nen I got fmom xt lm Doln ught bmck to the nutty l'1l1d1 see Chas an I guess tl1e11 lll get bumped off by some kind lE1tf'I.C6d 1d1ot His St0ly stxuck me to tl1e he'1.1't l had flfts dollzus sued up 1n VIBW of ft tmp to CIllC'l,,0 so I went home got hun good luck and God speed Wxth tems 1n has ey es he Uhanked 1ne and shuffled off down the tracks AFTERMATH The night afte1 I parted wlth the fifltx I sau a b1g dnts bo and 'mothel not so ragged and sllghter of form come down our Main street 'um LD arm One was saymg Gee l1e was easv iou 111 love of a Spanish Jane me go1n to the doctol' Barnum was xlghtl And the othex in a. squeaky hftrsh tenol cracked out We Wont be home lllltll morning we wont be home at 'tll fits WF is ' 'U c c . K ' ' 0' 1 -'i 1 , f ., . L , - , , ' e ' . . v ., , ! ' 3 . , , y ' ' I X l 1 ' ' 1 . J g - . . . ., Q L ., 'nu y - C 7 l . U. . Q , 1 ' , , , ' - 1 as ' 1 , ' 4 '. . ' 1 . I 'V ' 1 .I '. . C ' , 1 -' ! , , K l ,v . v . , . , . 1 - I f , V, , s , , g. V. K , ' ' ,' ,., ., l, N. V. K i. ,.Ko,' V , pleasant remark he gently busrt-s a. the fifty and gave it to him, wishing 1 ' V I ' c - ' ' v ' ' v v , v s 1 ' ' ' ' ' . t . , ' 1 v ' r ' ' 1 r r ' Q ' - r 1 L ' ' ' I I W Y l Q 1 A , . u V ' . r K v ' , w ' 4 r ' U , - . I . , . , . , .I 4 ' ' ' ' ' . - K 'I ii ' ' , ' U 1 V . . n t . U v y 1 L c ' , ' , . . , V 1 . , , , - . Y! si ,

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26 Tl-IE LIN sat 'there in lordly state. He was an old buck, but good lookin'rn fthe dick- ens. Clean-s-haven face, an' strong nose like in collar ads. Next to hi-m sat the swellest chicken I ever lamped. She musta been half Spanish an' halif ln- dran. T-he old duck was all Spanish. He looks us over an' -barks somethin' at a little runt beside hli-m. The little bird come up an' said to us, 'Why have you come into the sacred forest of .some funny kind of name ?' Chas. says, 'Unloosen me yuh little rat or I'll bust your facel' He untied Chasfs ml-tts and Chas. soaked him in the eye, layin' 'im out colder'n a brick. Then the wfhole pile of heathens lands on us an' we are 'hustled to the ,city hoosegofw. It was a neat little one-story bungalow, a spring right side the window: also qa guard with a bow 'n arrow fbes-ide each door. Couple days after the little rat comes down to the jail with the chick- en. He -says, 'You are sentence to life im-prvlsonment for detllinf the sacred room of some darn funny' name! I didn't understand him much and I had to hold Chas. to prevent a mur- der. Well, after we had been :there 'bout three months I knowed we'd struck a hobo's paradise. Our meals was brought three times a day, we could exercise in the lfront yard an' throw stones at the fence an' rest. I liked it all right the llrst four or live months ann' then I got lonesome. I ,wanted to starve again, to beat it for miles along the ties, to swipe a meal, to be free! I spoke to Chas. but he sed, 'Forget lt. You don't know when you're well ot'f.' Well, I didn't, but I started to iig- of ger on how to get out of this neck the wods. This swel dame -brought in the grub one day an' sed- she 'had to feed us 'cause tihe regular mutt was -in the fritz. When she was there she let a longerin' 'fond glance light on Chas. COLNIAN which he didn't get at all. That gave me a idea. After the dame beats it I sed to Chas., '-My boy, opportunity rings the doorbell bwt once. I crave freedom an-' you are goin' to get -it fer me. With your good lookin' mush you can make this jane fall fer you an' in a. -month 'we'll be freel' Well, he fell for the eye an' sez, 'Awri.', When she comes up with our dinner I beats it out an' leaves t-he kid in there alone with -her. In a cou.pla hours slhe went an' I breemed -in an' axed him how the punk had got along. He peeps, '0h, pretty fair! 'Welh I watched 'him -for nuther week 'r so an I seen he'd settled down to it in earnest. 'He'd the real soft eyes, y' know, an' when he sang a serenade for her after supper one night she fell for him flat, an' when I seen him kiss her g'night I sez to me- sellf, 'Wrec.ks, ol-d gal, the time is ripe. In a few days she got us permish to go down .to the river for a while. Then one night he went out canoein' with her. Wel, I patted myself on the back an' sez, '-goo'hy king, an' all you funny named idols! When Chas. got back he don't look tickled to death over being free again. 'How 'r we ever goin' to get back? We donlt know where we are. Chances we will die try-ing.' 'We're explorersf I utters, 'am' must take chances! Just before I fell -asleep Chas. says, 'Wrecks, I ain't goin' to run away. I love ---! I just tried to play, hut I couldn't help myselfl' I think to myself, ' 'Nuther good guy gone wrong' and barks, 'Aw she's Spanish! In. a couple. years she'll be fat-fat-fat to the point of greaslnessf For which pleasant remark he puts me to sleep with his good right hand. When I come to again- he tells me that it we wait s'he'll get us free and into the gang. Well, I didn't have no cravin' to join a gang of nuts like that, but I

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THE LINCOLNIAN e Splut of Lmco n PEARL BURGESS IN the Czty of Tacoma Buzlt on Commencement Bay Where the trams from over our natzon And the shzps of commerce play Stands a hzgh school on a hzll top For the traznmg of the mznd Where the youth of our fazr ctty Wisdom s hzdden treasures ,nnd As the czty for the Mountaxn A name of Strength has borne So the name of Lmcoln stands alone A Mountain tn the storm Oh tower of Strength rn cruel Stnfe' Our Country torn to save Brave Lincoln pazd even with hrs Life That man might not be slave Then does our school of Lmcoln Reflect the lzfe he gave That the mea one mtght stronger As he once stood for Freedom Of slaverys tortured human Kmd So Lmcoln stands for freedom Of Body .Soul and Mmd And as the years roll onward Our Motto stzll shall be That Lmcoln be as Lmcoln A bullvarlf of the free That ln her halls of shelter Thzs standard ne er shall fall Tall the last man of Lmcoln Has gzven hrs last has all cr c o o lf ' he. That the fearful might be brave.