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

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LIBRARY The Lincoln library has somewhat over 2,600 books in its collection. Many more books than these, however, are at the pupils' disposal for four deliveries a week are made from the central library to fill special orders. An average of 1,000 books are in circulation each week. There are thirty maga- zines subscribed for and the room in the rear is used to store the back numbers. The bulletin board is an ever-changing source of interesting information. Chang- ing exhibits of pictures are displayed on the book shelves. The library is proud of its many handsomely illustrated books that they are constantly receiving. Miss Crosby, head librarian, gives library lessons on HHOW to Use the Library in Which she instructs the children how to use the library to greater advantage. Sixty lessons were given last semester. Our library is fortunate in having two trained librarians, Miss Crosby and Miss Upton. Miss Strom, the clerk, assists Miss Crosby. The library also has a borrowedcollection of books in foreign languages Which is changed from time to time, and a fine collection of books on music. DONALD JUDKINS. 46

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THE FOREST FIRE The Wind brushed softly across the Lake, and murmured among the pines. The small waves splashed upon the Shore, and helped erase the signs That timid little feet had made. The tiny lake was a deep, deep blue, Its waters cool and clear t VJhile on its breast the gulls rockld up And down without a fear. The little lake was fringed With woods Deep, and cool, and green Where rose the stately Norway pines, Their bark with amber sheen: Beneath the pines grew dainty ferns. Moss and Wintergreen: The iron wood, the pin cherry, Maple, blue bell mild: The hazel nut, the wild grape vine, Cedar, ginseng Wild; The blue berry, the choke cherry, Sumac, tamarack: The raspberry, the small ground pine, Night shade and the oak, All these and many more Made up the lake's dark cloak. Some careless camper left his lire, glowing In the night And then the wind, at morn, 'tis said, lashed This forest's blight Into a flaming, roaring pyre, searing To the heart Of e'en the greatest of the pines. Shaming Pluto's art, It lept, it whirl'd, it hissed, and crack'd A scorching, charting, blast, Like an awful breath from Hades That left black and vast, A smoking, glowing, barren waste Where through dreary days The blackened stumps would stand like ghosts. A wild and grimy maze Of twisted brambles, barkless trees, Branches, brittle dry. And gone are all the singing birds, Gone the breeze's sigh Amongstthe needles of the pines; Gone in half a night, What God has taken years to make, And left, a mocking sight. JOHN BLISS, 9A. 48