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

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SON G REATH of fading Howers In scented, golden air, Sky of fairy colors Scintillating there A city is at resting For the day no more is bright, Dusk has slowly settled Nlerging into night. Purple evening coming, Golden sunset gone, Amber moon is gleaming, In the heavens, lone, Homelights now are kindled, Fires begin to glow, Comes a Heeting bird,s song Calling soft and low. Sun and dawn and glorious light, Hearts begin to sing, Gone the blackness 0f the night, Dawn! new hopes to bring. Twilight, eve, and dawning Silver, purple and rose Not mere change of night or day But moreeto him Who knows! eRUTH RAUCH, 9B H31

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$2 2 AL 1253 2-,, ,, K, :1-JJ l Rkyf PROGRESS OF MINNEAPOLIS ROM 21 little country Village in 1853 to a great Metropolis in 1928. That is the progress of Minneapolis. It is at the present time the wholesaling, retailing, manufacturing, distributing, educational, and cultural center of the Northwest. Within the boundaries of Minneapolis is the ninth Federal Reserve bank. Besides this there are nineteen national banks, seventeen state banks, four trust companies, and two savings banks. The school system in Minneapolis is one of the best in the country. It has one hun- dred and eight public schools and a university besides a main library with twenty branches and fifteen stations. It also has one hundred and thirty-one parks, thirty- three hospitals, sixty-five theaters, and ten lakes. Minneapolis is a city without slums and it ranks first among the largest cities of the United States for the least illiteracy, its percent being one and two-tenths. It is no longer necessary for Minneapolis people to go to France, Italy, and other European countries to see art as we have two of the finest art collections in the world, the Minneapolis Art Institute and the Walker Art Gallery. The Minneapolis Art Institute is something we should all be proud of as it ranks high in the worlds institutions of art. In it are the works of some Eastern, French, Egyptian, American, English, and Japanese artists. T. B. Walker, one of our most prominent citizens, has one of the best private col- lections in the world consisting of fine art pictures, antique pottery, old coins, and rare tapestries. The building is very picturesque as it is copied after fifteenth and sixteenth century architecture. Just recently there has been added to our city a great conventional building, the new municipal auditorium. This will make it possible to have not only state and county conventions but national conventions as well. The main room has a seating capacity of fifteen thousand six hundred. Besides the main room there are many other small rooms and one of these is equipped to show motion pictures. It is here where the new hundred thousand dollar organ is installed. The city of Minneapolis has just received another new addition, the Minnesota theater, which has just been completed. The theater is one of the Five largest in the United States. When we think of the progress and changes the last seventy-five years have brought us, we cannot imagine what the next seventy-five years have in store for this wonderful City of ours. BERNARD GOLDSTEIN. l521

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53s mm .L MN I x 1. Raga? J Q THE DESERT HOAX EVERISH and eyesore from the heat and the glare of the desert sun, we gave a sigh of relief as it terminated its thunderous descent down the western heavens in a greenish opaque mist just above the horizon-a mist of whose portent we had no cognition. And, now at last, the coolness of twilight was at hand as a faint breeze sprang up and fanned our min burning faces It was our first day on the Utah desert, and all had gone well save that we were not prepared for the inSLdIerable heat Vvhich radiated all about us. It darkened rapidlyain fact so rapidly that a desert wise man would have felt the ominous significance of the hastened fall of night. We hastily pitched our tent and prepared to spend the rnghtedght on the traH. Soon the breeze becanne thter and fainter and finally left us altogether. Silence reigned, and without it was black as ink. A chill crept along my spine and I could feel the hair raise on my head. What strange fascination was this? What was there in the night to terrify me? And then I listened with straining ears and thumping heart. From out of the west came a faint whirring sound-yes, very faint, as of a merry cicada in the neighboring oak. I3ut there are no cicadas on the desert. IAfhence then came the murmur, whose very thrills pricked my spine? I rushed out and peered. lqothing yvas there but the eternal blackness of the night, not even a breeze. But the murmur was still there-yes, even more distinct and audible. It rose and fell. It seemed in accord with the pulsations within my breast and each time it seemed nearer-it seemed nearer! It was nearer! The faint breeze bestirred itself again and was at my side carrying in its soft arms soothing caresses to my fevered brow. And in its wake came that awful sound that was waking the night. Helpless with terror, and a tremble which I could not control, I vainly sought to pierce the darkness for some vision of what approached us there beyond. The feeble rays of the camp light could give no Clue as its light was spent ,ere its rays reached the edge of the tent, and as before, I saw nothing but the blackness of night, heard nothing but the chilling murmur, now no longer a melody but a moan as of a forlorn wind that has wandered afar and seeks the shortest way home. Then it dawned upon me. IIA storm! I cried, IIA storm! Make everything fasteI should have known! Then the breeze whined and rose to a wind, and the sand began to leap with it. IAfe humered the tent,tied aH paraphernaha together and crouched doyvn behind a. With bated breath we awaited our fate. The moaning was much louder now, as of a saw mill in full running. Louder and louder it grew! Nearer and nearer it came! IA7e Hattened Otuselves to the earth. It becaine a shikter Vvhine--a shrUl ear pierchig squeal that penetrated and froze the marrow in the bones. It would soon be upon us. VVe clawed frantically against the earth, not daring to look up or run. 1X deafening roar hHed theinght fnnn heaven to eard1;then a boonnng and bony barding as if France,s greatest artillery were speaking with voices of death, and into the chtle of our canualight with rnany yeHs and Hourkhes chniered the boys fron1 Salt Lake High in a Collegiate Ford. GORDON SIEMS, Ninth grade E541