Lincoln High School - Quill Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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'We have also seen your model and noted its fine points. It shows ex' cellent workmanship and a perfect sense of design. 'As our company is on the lookout for some new talent to fill some vacancies, we have been authorized by the board of directors to offer you a position in our laboratories at a salary of seventyffive dollars a week, effective immediately. Hoping for a quick reply to our offer, we are In the senior class ....... I got recl marks, but... H omeworlg ...,.,.,,,,,,,,,, Yours truly, THE PHILLIPS CARBURETER CoMPANY.' Arthur Bronk. vs Song Titles Localized Doing homework ........................................................ r .... All Through the Night W .................. Anything Goes??? ........Blame It on My Youth Day ..................I'Iaunting Me Lewis Raymond .......... After graduation .,....... If I graduate ........ Till test clay ......... ...............Happiness Ahead ........I'l1 Believe in Miracles ...-...It's Easy to Remember I had to report .................. .......... J ust Once Too Often Lincoln Leader Motto .......... ,,,,,,,, L eds Spill the Beans Edward Schutt .................. ................. L ittle Colonel Lincoln Students ....... ,,,,,,,, Le arning????? Mr. Benway ............ .......... .............. .................. O 1 d Faithful I was a freshman ......... ...,,.....,,,.,..,.,,,,,,,,,.,....,,,,,,,,,,,, O nee Upon a Time Dear teacher ................ ........ W hat's the Reason I'm Not Pleasing You? The Valedzctorian ,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,A,,,,,,,,,,, Y 0113-e the Top

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No, he sighed, no good. Where's the letter? Over there on the table. Poor Ed almost sobbed as he slumped into a chair, apparently without enough strength to get me the letter. I picked it up and read: 'Dear Sir: After carefully searching the records of the United States Patent Office, we find that this type of carbureter has already been patented by the Phil' lips Oarbureter Company of Columbus, Ohio. We regret ..... ' That was all I had the heart to read. Full well I knew what that let' ter meant to Ed and his far from wellftofdo family. It meant months, indeed years, of hard work and pinching economy to buy back their modest home. I looked at Ed sitting in his old armchair with his head in his hands, the picture of misery. I did not try to cheer him, for I knew that the effort would be wasted. Our reverie was interrupted by the voice of Mrs. Johnson, from the kitchen. Ed, what was in that other letter you got? The other letter? asked Ed. Oh, yes!-I guess I didn't open it. Here, look at it yourself.-Most likely some ad.-What does it say on the outside?-Oh, yes, The Phillips Oarbure-Say! Wait a minute. There followed a ripping and crackling noise, as the letter was quickly opened, and then silence as a look of astonishment crept into my friend's face. What th-Well I'll be- 'LWhat is it? I questioned him in my anxious curiosity. Here, he shouted as he shoved the missive under my nose. With this motion he began to jump and dance around the room, singing at the top of his lungs. He went over to his wife and forcibly included her in his wild dance, while she protested loudly, demanding to know what was in the letter the while I peered at the source of all this commotion. The letter read: 'DEAR SIR: We have been notiied of your attempt to patent a carbureter employ' ing threefjet construction. No doubt you have been informed that we have already secured this patent.

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-V . ...,,.,m,-,,,.. ' Revolt T ' Through the gathering gloom we crept, a band of hard, lean, vengeful men. Up toward a tall pile of grey stone, toward where the chateau of our lord reared its grim Visage, longfhidden muskets and swords, improvised pikes, pitchforks, and knives gripped in our horny hands, more used to the plough and spade. Swiftly a thin line of men was thrown around the castle. Swiftly the huge ironfbound door swung wide, opened from within by our servant com' rades. Swiftly but silently we mounted the stairs to his lordship's chamber. There he sat, as we reached the room, pondering, we thought, upon further ways of squeezing us. I was the first to enter. On hearing my foot' fall he turned, an oath on his lips, his hand on his sword. My flintflock roared. We rifled his strong boxes, consigning to the fire those papers that made us slaves, coniscating his riches. Below we could hear the sounds of other looting. Then, piling straw and tar in every room, we fired the building and fled. Black, oily smoke poured forth, tongues of flame licked from every crevice. With a great shower of sparks and a deep roar the floors collapsed. At length the roof caved in, and the last walls crumbled. So perished the chateau and its race. EMC Weiss' l is-Wwfi T 41 f Q gal- - 'f4'I' . exif- Wind and Tide The north wind blows upon the waves, And whips them into foaming towers, The pounding surf upon the shore Rears and falls, to mock man's powers. The tide transforms the line of coast From spreading beaches, wide and white, To narrow strips of sullen gray Where seafbirds hover, loath to 'light. janet Nevins.