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

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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

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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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SWEET J OSEPHINE The children were filing out of class While cleaning in the hall so Wide, As through the halls a boy did pass, The janitor a small cat spied A boy Who bore lmid shouts and jeers Beside an open locker doore A cat upon which fell his tears- Didlst ever hear the like before? Sweet Josephine! Poor Josephine! The cat was small, and so was he The janitor grabbed it by the neck The boy was just a 7B. And threw it out the door, by heck! What was the cause that made them jeer? The small boy clutched it with a cry Listen-my friends and you shall hear And said, Shels mine-aIll tell you Why lBout Josephine! My Josephine! You see I found her starved and scared, I searched my pockets, and I shared With her, the lunch I bought that day, And in my locker stored her away. Dear Josephinel SIDNEY VARSHOFSKY, ROLAND FISCHER. IF I WERE A QUEEN If I were a Queen of a foreign land, Ild eat of candy, cherry pie, I'd wear a gorgeous golden crown. Ice cream, and chocolate cake, Then sit upon a mighty throne, And a small page I'd have nearby, And wear a royal silken gown. To get my stomach ache. With flowers, I'd deck my shining hair, But as you see, Ilm just a girl With sweet perfume Id 611 the air. With not so much as one small curl t Diamonds I'd wear upon my hands, Illl have to read, and spell, and sew And round my neck, would hang pearl And do as others do, you know. strands FLORENCE SCARBOROUGH, 7A-2. SPRING The earth has thrown 0E her mantle of snow, And the Robin struts proudly around, to show His bright red breast and soft brown wings. While his mate sits at home on her eggs, he sings. The buds on the apple trees are sprouting, And that spring is here, the crocus is shouting. The fox peeps out of his lair to see The world as joyous as can be. And the shaggy brown Bruin now long and lean, Looks out from his cave on the wondrous scene. The lively brook runs gaily along, And as it babbles it murmurs a song. - The happy bluebird sings gaily for all to hear The happy tidings that Spring is here. CELIA GRELLER, 8A2. 52