Lincoln Junior High School - Lincoln Life Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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REMINISCENCES OF A TRAVELER After the World War, my moth- er and I left Russia to join my father in America. Arriving at. Bucharest, Roumania, in the sum- mer of 1920, we took out a pass- port to make further travel through various countries possible. This document had to be signed by the American Consul at Bucharest be- fore we could proceed with our journey. At the end of two months we got our vise and set out for Vienna, Austria, which was to be our next stop. On arriving at Vienna, I could not stop wondering at the cityls beauty. Its broad streets lined with trees; its artistic palaces carved with marvelous statues; its wonderful monuments and flashing fountains, made it almost impossible to believe that all that beauty was the result of manls work. I was unwilling to leave this gay city, but heeding my mothers warning that she would leave me' I decided that- my departure was a necessity In a day we crossed the Austrian boundary line into Europe 5 playground, Switzerland, the land where nature and its beauty triumphantly reigns There is no description that I could make of beautiful Switzerland. Its mountains and valleys, its majestic peaks make a scene of surpassing beauty which nature and nature only, can produce. We had left behind one paradise to arrive in another. Here was Paris, a city renowned all over the Earth for its beauty. Per- haps it is the Frenchman s skill in art or his love of beauty, that gives him the honor of possessing the most beautiful city in the world. With its wide boule- . vards, gorgeous palaces, and wonderful places of attraction, such as the Arc de Triumphe, Champs Elysses, and the Eiffel Tower, it well deserves its title. After two weeks of visiting in Paris we left for Havre, the cityls seaport, to begin our voyage across the Atlantic. The voyage on sea was a very pleasant one. I took great pleasure, sitting on deck in looking out at the vast stretches of water and sky. The first two days the sea was very calm, but when the third arrived, it became stormy with giant waves replacing the smooth surface of the preceding days. At the close of the seventh day after we had left the shores of France, we perceived the Statue of Liberty, and a few hours later the steamer was warped into its dock in New York harbor. As soon as we landed at New York, there were many wonders that attracted my attention of which I had never dreamed-askyscrapers sixty stories high, elevated trains, subways, and underground stores. Although these were not as beautiful as the wonders of Paris and Vienna, they were attractive just the same. They displayed a city where everything invites to action; a city that is the seat of commerce, and the gateway to an empire. These Vivid memories of my trip to America I shall never forget. IRVING DACHIS, 9B. 50

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A RAINDROP FANTASY The rising sun sent a beautiful glow to the mountains. The clouds, clad in their most ex- quisite gowns of rainbow hues, bustled about their queen eagerly in effort to please her slightw est whim. The birds caroled their sweetest melodies in anticipation of the new day. One tiny pink cloud hid behind the rest shyly as she followed the golden chariot across the azure heavens. This was her lirst day in the new worfd. The clouds bade a good-morning to tall pines that stood like sentinels guarding their treasure, a tiny lake of sapphire that dimpled and sparkled as it reflected the sky in its shining crest. Here the little cloud learned her first lese son of duty for although she would have liked to admire her reflection in Natureis mirror, her ruler bade her attend the coronation of the mountains. She found that joy could be cou- pled with duty, for as she crowned the white brow of the stern mountain, she felt that she enhanced the beauty of a splendid picture. The little cloud soon tired of this happy but calm existence and began to wish for some excitement. Soon she felt her old friend, the wind, sailing by. So donning her soft gown of pussywillow gray, she skimmed rapidly through the sky, the wind of course making pursuit. They scurried over hills and dales. striking terror into the hearts of the boldest. The trees bowed as they rushed by, and the lakes trembled at their approach. The race was an unequal one, the wind being by far the swifter. Upon catching her he commenced the punish- ment. With one whiff she was changed into raindrops. Down, down, down to the earth she fell. Presently she found herself in a little brook that clattered noisily over the stones that lay in its path. What a pleasant life the new one was! The water-drops swirled between tall cliffs that looked down unyield- ingly at the marauders that sought to shake their foundations. The drops watered the fertile farming lands and gossiped with the iiowers that grew on the banks. At night they mirrored the stars mockingly until the wind lulled them to sleep. The brook was gradually widening into a river. One day they entered the ocean. How busy it seemed to the little drops! Myriads of their cousins were there each intent on his own task. Now they played hide-and- seek with the gulls, now they splashed against the sides of mighty ships where they listened to the stories of strange lands that they were told, they too, some day might see. Then one day the sun sent a ray with the message that our little drop was needed. Up, up she climbed the golden ladder to begin her life anew. -SOPHIE RAEN, 9B- 1. 49

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SONG OF THE 7A BOYS If you can keep your head When all about youe Are watching you and wond'ring What you'll do; If you can do your work and keep it up to grade, And not become conceited at the showing you have made; If you can bear the hardships of being Without girls And still be kind and thoughtful When you meet a head of curls; If you can rule yourself When girls are not around And not forget your manners in rooms Where they abound: If you can play and not make play your aim; If you can do good work and yet not be too tame: If you can meet With llFaill, but work on like a man And not become discouraged and think you ought to ulam ; If you can treat a substitute politely all the day Nor think your teachefs absence is a chance to talk and play; If you can do all this and meet your tasks With joy, Welll proudly call you one of us-ea first-class 7A boy. WHAT LINCOLN JUNIOR HIGH MEANS TO ME Lincoln Junior High, I salute you. You are and always will be the help- mate to the goal of all my dreams. Now in my youth you are a kind and gentle guide, but yet a stern one that shows me the path of knowledge. With the learning of arithmetic, English, and history, you teach me to become not a hin- drance but of use to the world. With your physical culture training, you are enabling me to become a healthier and happier citizen. With the contacts I have and the friendships I form here, you pave the way for me to appreciate the love of my fellow-beings. You are teaching me loyalty to my country and my flag. As the years go by and I am no longer a student, I shall remember you With kindly thoughts, dear old Lincoln Junior High. You will ever be a pleasant and grateful memory. ' BERNICE DEMEULES, 8B-1. THE REASON Young Jimmy Jones came straggling home, From a hard, hard day at school, He did not tease the Tommy cat, Nor in fact break any rule. He hungered not for apple pie, And spoke in long, long groans, It seemed too clear that Jimmy dear, Had lowered the title Jones: His mother cried, uYoung James B. Jones, Why are you full of gloom? He answered. Hlt was me that threw That spitball lcross the roomf' MARIAN CHANDLER, 9B. 51