Lincoln High School - Lincolnia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Class History f yWAS a cold, snowy morning ill In January When we entered these majestic doors To start our high school careers. We thought ourselves very clever When we clattered around for Weeks in our coats And galoshes— For some of us had no lockers. Aside from that one burst Of prominence We were very inconspicuous. Oh, exceedingly so! The sophomores seemed like gods And goddesses to us. They Called us “flats” And everything, and still we Bowed in obeisance before them. We went to games then, For they were Novelties. That year Lincoln Won the championship In basketball! How distant that time seems! That same year Marked the last Lincoln Circus. Our first. But the visions of Clowns Or the strains of “Margie” Shall ne’er fade from our memories. When we were sophs Some of our members did themselves Proud. They joined two clubs— Just like that! Friendship, Science and Glee Club Were the favorites. The boys were not so socially inclined, But they Made up for it in Military Training. How well those Uniforms Fitted their manly figures— Rich but not gaudy! Ah Freshman! It was our turn to call You “flats” “And—we—did” The next January found us Juniors. No longer were we among the Meek and lowly— We had come into our own; We were allowed to attend informal; We were allowed to join more clubs. Indeed— We had responsibilities! And privileges! Who Will ever forget the Military Meet at Edgewater Park. And how it Rained, And poured, And everyone got drenched? We were all Responsibilities When we got home! Seniors at last. Alas— Of our brave band a goodly number Have fallen by the wayside. There were now but a scant Three-score Of us to face the ordeals presented by Orations. We “rose” to the occasion— Showing such heroism as the Knights of old possessed! An unorganized group cannot stand— So we organized. We chose Paul and Helen to lead us. —30—

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John to keep us financially Unembarrassed, And Vlasta to write down all Momentous happenings. Well done, ye faithful workers! Our class is progressive. So we formed the first dancing Class Lincoln ever had. O Gym, Scene of much painful embarrassment And endeavor. What tales could you not tell? Our first informal was a “Lucky” success. Friday the thirteenth! But what matter? Everyone partook of the Royal punch and Lorna Doones— And felt the better for it. Yes, and we entertained Again! This time with a Football Banquet. The faculty were there, Also the 12 A girls, And last—last But not least, Our valiantly victoriously vicious Football boys Came and ate of the Dainties. We had fun though, anyway! Finis! I’m not going to tell of “seas of life,” Or about “four years of weathering the strife,” But simply say In a simple way That: We’re glad we came to Lincoln; And we wish that we could stay. But. you see, ’25 is not made like that. We’re going into the world— And maybe, Some day, Lincoln will be proud of us! —Cora Bratt. —31—