Lincoln High School - Lincolnia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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THE LINCOLN LOG Page 13 S. m Silverman— Sambo :V2U E. 117th St. Track ’19 Sam sold raincoats and went to school IP as a nice young fellow as a rule Grace Tompkins— Tommy 4230 Valley Rd. G. A. A. Friendship Lincolnia Glee Club Valedictorian Her teachers' pride, her classmates’ joy.‘ Russel Winter— Coddy 2305 Searsdalc Ave. Coddy was silent—of a musical turn— Often his soul with genius did burn But no one ever knew it.” Clara Wise—“Dimples :h 08 Dover Ave. Glee Club Lincolnia Commencement Speaker This lassie was famed for her bonny smile Her rosy cheeks and dimples. ' Bonita Witt— Bunny 3615 Wade Ave. Glee Club Business Manager Log Friendship G. A. A. Lincolnia Class Poet Bunny ivas ever so ambitious At school books she zoos almost vicious.”

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Page 12 THE LINCOLN LOG Henry Monkowski— Dinky 2isi W. 11th St. Basketball ’IS, ’10, '20. Football '20 Track '17 C.lee Club Class Historian This gay young chap Teas very athletic But Oh, his lessons were quite pathetic!” Lauretta Popp—“Poppy 3806 W. 15th St. Lincolnia 'Poppy' is a mighty vice girl— As straight as a ruler, As matchless as a pearl. Lawrence Reimer—“Larry 3665 V. 17th St. Glee Club Track ’19 ‘In class he’d be so still and shy But among the ladies Oh my. Oh my!” Helen Root 4222 Stickney Ave. French Club Lincolnia She is a zvinsome wee thing She is a bonny zvee thing This sweet little lass.” Steph an ie Sentena—“Steve 4617 Gifford Ave. Glee Club Lincolnia Literary Editor Class Prophetess “She with all the charm of zvoman She with all the breadth of man.

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Page 14 THE LINCOLN LOG (ElaHB ijistnnj t T was the sixteenth of February, nineteen seventeen, a stormy, bitter, cold morning, that the good ship Lincoln High School, stood at anchor at the wharf of a new school year. It was the same ship that had previously carried many passengers to the harbor of great wisdom. For us it was a great day for we were setting sail over new and untried waters in quest of The Fountain of Perfect Understanding.” On this eventful morning we came, one by one, and were prepared for any kind of adventure. Entering into the hold of the ship, we were pushed around from place to place until finally we were gathered and placed under the kindly supervision of Miss JIassler. At first we were strangers, but after a few days the usual intimacy that springs up between fellow beings in suffering came about and things became a little more pleasant. So our group, hopeful and enthusiastic, sailed for a few weeks with Mr. Smiley as captain and various other persons, now well known to us, as mates and midshipmen. In the meantime the tide of our averages began to ebb and flow, the waves of examination questions sometimes tried their best to overwhelm us, but few succeeded. We could easily sympathize with those who were overcome for probably we had hair-breadth escapes. We had hard work with our first year Algebra, probably because it seemed perplexing. Hut through the course of four years we had one boy who surpassed his classmates in this line. This person is none other than George Lucak. Those who came from Tremont school recall one peaceful morning when the following conversation ensued between the fourth grade teacher and George. “George,” she said, “if I cut this slice of steak in two, what will I have?” “Why. halves,” said George. “Yes, and if I cut those in half? “Quarters,” he said. “And if I cut those in half “Eighths,” said George. “And if I cut those in half, what then?” “Sixteenths, he answered. “And George, if I cut those in half?” Then finally George answered, “Aw! you’ll have hamburger. Time passed on and we got over the first attack of seasickness. Then one day we were called into the hold of the ship for we were to take part in the annual “Candy Bazaar.” What new interest we took in our work for we were to mingle with juniors and seniors! We built our own booths, and even picked our several persons to represent our class. It was on this same evening that Wilbur Dicus had to take a rowboat back home because he ate too much fudge. Once more wc pulled anchor and started on our journey to the “Fountain of Perfect Understanding.” which seemed farther and farther away. We even began to wonder if the good ship “Lincoln High School” would ever take us that far. However we sailed on and tried to get as close as possible to our goal. Even during our second year of cruising we began to worry over our orations. We saw ourselves before the school, with our knees vibrating like violin strings and hair standing on end and we wondered, “Will it be a success?” But