Lincoln High School - Quill Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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1931 Uhr QDuiII 1931 ARNOLD LENZ , 3 1 l l' S, t :T . Ti 'ag 5 , 1 if L. fi I Y , is 4 , I S W w ,A .Uuniur Brpartment It is the duty of the junior high schools to prepare students for life in a demo- cracy by reproducing within themselves life situations. The curriculum of the institution is enriched by the broadening of the so-called common branches so as to make them contribute more largely to cultural, social, vocational, and explora- tory ends. The pupils gain the incentive to do well by seeing children of their own age take part in the interesting activities made possible in our modern well-equipped buildings. The personnel of the classes is inter- esting to note. We draw students from so many nationalities that it is a mighty problem and an interesting one, to build a foundation of American ideals and cul- ture in those very young people who com- prise our junior high school classes. In our small citizenry we attempt to lay the basis for character and habits which will make them a little better prepared to go on with high school life and curri- culum, or to meet the problems of indus- try, if they do not pursue academic paths. The little seventh and eighth grader is sometimes overawed by his high school elders. He cringes in the corner to which the upper classmen have relegated him. The sophomore assumes a look of great dignity as he waits his turn. The junior tries to look important but wishes he could unbend somewhat. Last of all, from his enviable elevation the lordly senior designs to smile on the new Lin- colnite. After a time, however, Junior Lincoln is himself again, and gets his education unmindful of his scholarly bet- ters. l22l

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1931 Qlllbz Quill 1931 Zin Karting . . . VERA DE GAETANO, '31 Lincoln! There was magic in those walls, Though old and worn they rang with happy calls Of youth, so frolicsome and sprightly gay. As freshmen we lived for each eventful day, But soon enough we had to watch you pass As old-Time declared you could not last. We laughed, we played, we parted, we continued on In newer halls we went and now we've come To the end. The years have passed - four in all Have passed in work and play in these new halls- But still you live, Old Lincoln, to shout encore, To lead us on to do and give galore, Service to all, friends old and new All that, dear Lincoln is what we owe to you. And as we go we hope to leave our name For others to see that we played Well the game, To carry on- for though we loved those days gone by, We leave this fine new school with many a tearful eye. l24l