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

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A TRIP THROUGH THE PANAMA CANAL At eight o'clock in the morning we left Cristobal where we had been since the last afternoon. We had bought many curios in the Chinese and Indian shops. As we approached the first set of three locks which would raise us to the level of Gatun Lake, we saw on either side dense tropical vegetation and heard the chattering of monkeys and the call of birds. The ship did not go through the locks under her own steam but was pulled by small electric iimules. When we were in the first lock, the gate closed and it filled with water. In this way we were raised to the level of Gatun Lake. Going through the Lake we could see the railroad winding, as we were doing, near the shore. It is possible to go through the canal at night for the channel was marked plainly, with beacons. As we passed Culebra Cut, we saw two dredges at work repairing the damage done by a slide a few days past. At Miraflores tSee the Flowersy Locks we left the ship and drove with some friends through the ruins of old Panama City. Here long ago pirates took the gold from the Spaniards coming from Peru and burned the city in accordance with the pirate saying, A dead man tells no tales. In a short while we went to the dock and took a launch to the ship. As we left port and Balboa faded in the distance, we felt that we had seen one of the most wonderful creations of man, and we were proud that it was all American. EMORY STANLEY, 7A. A FORGET-ME-NOT How free and delightful my life would be if I were a forget-me-not! Mr. Sun would bestow upon me his dazzling brightness. The soft, pattering rain would descend from the heavens to quench my thirst. My brilliant color would be as beautiful as the summer sky. Gay, beautiful Mistress Butterfly would alight upon my soft pretty petals. I would whisper to the fairies and join in their sweetest songs. How happy I should be! There would be no room in my heart for anger and sadness. Swaying in the soft breeze. I would perform my dance of laughter and happiness to the music of the birds' songs. But, best of all, when very, very happy, I would whisper low my soft. sweet words, Forget-me-not, forget-me-not. ROSE ZACKS, 8A4. TOMORROW'S DREAMS There are those who wait for tomorrow to come, To do what they should do now, There are those who sing that which should never be sung, uTomorrow will show me how. I'm sure that today came hand in hand With Luck and Fortune fair, While Opportunity danced on ahead, To be caught by those who were there. We hear grumblers who say, day in and day out, .uLuck has never knocked at my door, While in truth she knocked that very hour, While they dreamed what next day held in store. DONNA LAWRENCE, 8A 51

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FAIR SPRINGS GREETINGS Gone are Old Winterts banks of snow, His icy ponds and blustery ways. 'Tis dainty Spring has bid him go; She comes with bright and sunny days. Forth from brown beds, green grass blades show; They wake to greet gay April showtrs. Each little bud Will thrive and grow, And give cool shade to birds and flow'rs. Robin and bluebird hop and sing, TheyTre clad in coats of brightest hue. Mates have been won; wee birdlets Will bring Contentment, joyenew duties, too. So merry rain-drops, sunshine bright, Each leaf, gay flower, and bird on wing, Hearts full of joy, with love a-light, Give thanks again to gay fair Spring. 8A4 CLASS. THE YOUNG TRAILERS The Brains of the Family was lost one day On a Green Timber Trail far, far away; Now this trails on a place called Castaway Isle And Ttis from our country full many a mile; No one can get there but he who is quick For the island is guarded by Moby Dick. HelenTs Babies, so clever, had heard of this loss And started to find it on Parson Jones' Hoss; - The horse got frisky and ran away, And the babies fell into the One Hoss Shay. XVhen they came near the island, they had to fiee 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Until they came to the shore of the isle And rested after their nerve-racking trial. On looking around them Whom should they see But the wonderful horse named Black Beaut-ee! The Last of the MohicanTs chief they found, Who helped them and showed them all around; And When a clue the old chief gave, They found the brains in Cudjds Cave. SIDNEY PRATT, 8Af 50

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wg-q PRINT eHOP Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he. He called for his press, He called for his type, Now,ehLincoln Life, youvtsee. SHEETeMETAL SHOP Rub-a-dub-dub, Three boys made a tub Down in the sheet metal shop. They pounded and banged, And said, 111 be hanged! Till 'tis Iinished, we'll not make a stop! AUDITORIUM Hey-diddle-diddle Sweet strains of the hddle, Viola, and baritone, too. Our Glee Club's at hand, And Lincoln Girls' Band WOOD WORK AND ELEC- TRICITY Goosey, Goosey Gander, Whither do you hop? Upstairs and downstairs And into the wood work shop. There With hammer, plane and saw A house is built for Marjorie Daw. With windows, and doors, and Wirings unw seen, And furnishings dainty, ,tis lit for a queen. A- ht: GYMNASIUM Little Miss MuEet Sat on a tuffet In bloomers and middy trim. No spider dismays her, No problem delays her, She,s ready for work in the gym. 52