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

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EATURE Sdeey Pratt 71

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LWQ'LN RM THE hLINCOLN LUNCH HOUR Between the third and fourth periods When Were hungry and losing our power, Comes a pause in the dayts occupation Known as HLincoln Lunch Hour. I hear the chambers above me With chattering noises till, The sound of lockers opened, And voices loud and shrill. Piercing tones and then silence, Yet I know or at least surmise, That a teacher's gaze is on them And they are caught by surprise. From my locker I see in the dim light Ascending the broad hall stair, Starved teachers, and giggling pupils, And the principal Uset for a square. There's a sudden rush from the stairway A sudden raid from the hall By the five doors left unguarded, They answer the lunchroom call. RACHEL SEROTTO, 8A3. 70

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'V ifs m WT MWWW X3 r . . WW 8,31: i C9. Q90 g A TRAGEDY He must die. We sat helplessly around. There was nothing we could do for him. Tom was the guilty one, we knew, for he still had that deadly weapon in his hand. The victim gave his iinal kick, turned his face to the wall, and died. Tom laid down his weapon and triumphantly addressed his fallen foe: iiIn your death, old dear, this community has been spared exactly 131,220,- OO0,000.000,000,000 fiies. VIETTA MORSE. AN INCUBUS Hungry demons surrounded her, gnashing their teeth in fury. The roof wavered and fell. The sun in its dizzy flight crashed into the moon With fear- ful consequences. All over the universe the stars gave up and went out. The law of gravitation ceased working and the few humans Who were left among the ruins of the earth, tottered and fell ofir into oblivion. It was in the year of nineteen hundred and sixty and Mary Smith had made the obnoxious mistake of saying iiaint' in an oral composition. DOROTHY MOYLAN. e. THE STAMPEDE Bang! the stampede is on. Several stalwart youths vainly try to stem the tide. The herd, maddened by hunger and thirst ethey have not eaten for four hoursT rush onward. No, this is not a caption from a western movie, but a pic- ture of our Lincolnites during lunch hour. ISADORE GANDEL. 72