Lincoln Middle School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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TPR THE LINCOLNIAN Well, William, you certainly don't want to take them to with you. - I know it, but what shall I do with them? Wrap them up and put them in the cellar. Okay, Here's my hshing rod, but where are the hooks? Oh! remember. I lost them at camp last summer. Hey, Ma. can I camp Now I have some money to get some hooks? Yes, and now will you let me alone to do my housework? Okay, Ma. you're a gentleman of the old school! Our friend Billy has gotten his hooks and after about two hours has returned. I-Ii, Ma, how are you? I got my hooks okay, and say, can I go to the Cameo this afternoon? There's a swell show there. William, you have a lot of work to do this afternoon and I think you should be satisfied with going to camp for the summer. I know, Ma, but this is the last chance I will have to see a show for the whole summer and Tom Mix is there in his latest picture. But, William, when will you do your packing? I'll do it for sure tonight, honest, I will. Oh, all right. William, but be sure you do, because your father will HOC want to wait for you tomorrow. So long. Ma, you're a peach! What a boy! sighs Mother as she turns to hnish the packing. GEORGE I-IAsKELL, Div. C-8 TALK ABOUT NIGHTMARES Last night I had a queer dream. It all started right after I relieved the pantry of two pieces of pie, three pieces of cake, two glasses of ginger ale and some marshmallows. The scene took place at a movie house right after I had done some shopping. After dropping and spilling a box of bird seed and two boxes of BB shot. I got to my seat and started to sit on a woman's hat. But I felt the pin and decided to sit elsewhere. Everything was going fine until some people behind me started to move out. After getting hit on the head with a basket. smothered by an overcoat, and jabbed in the neck by a few elbows, I decided to move. Istood up, walked on a few corns, fell into a lady's lap, and finally reached the aisle. When I thought I had found another seat I sat on a small boy holding a dozen eggs in his lap. His yelling and screaming beat all I had ever heard. While his mother yelled blue murder at me and I tried to apologize, down came a six-foot usher who guided me to the door. With a heave-ho, out I went and landed on the floor where I was met by a couple of laps by my faithful dog. Dad. who had heard the noise, came with the castor oil! DONALD MOORE. DIV. C-8

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THE l-iNcoi.N1AN Nine Tony, much bewildered by these proceedings. said to himself. Where are the soup and goose and jam? I don't see any. Finally when the gentleman with whom he was with said. This is a line kettle of fish, Tony gave up trying to understand and said he thought he had better go back to Italy, where he would at least understand what was being said. SHIRLEY Wm-IAM, Div. F-8 SIGNS OF SPRING Bicycles are passing by, A deeper blue up in the sky: The organ grinder gaily plays i The same old tunes of by-gone days. 5 Crocuses come peeping through, Houses painted look like new. Y While housewives clean with brooms and Abbie mops, f Boys play baseball or spin tops: X Girls jump rope from morn till night. Play hop-scotch squares and marbles bright. In early morning birds do sing: All these things are signs of spring, WILMA CUSHMAN, Div. N-7 OFF TO CAMP It is the morning of the day before Billy goes to camp. He has just had his breakfast and is starting to pack. I-Iey. Ma. where's the big black trunk, you know. the one I took last year? William, you know very well that trunk is just where you left it last year. under your bed. Thanks, Ma, you're a pal. I.et's see now. I need shirts. pants. socks. two pairs of shoes. Now what else do I need? William, don't forget to pack your heavy underwear and your rubbers. Okay, Ma. Say, where's my heavy sweater? It is hanging in the closet. And stop bothering me. All right. Here's my tennis racket. Boy. it needs some new strings. Hey. Ma, what are tennis racket strings made of? I don't know and I asked you not to bother me. Yes, Mother, but it does need some new strings. Say. Ma, guess what I just found in the closet? What now? My old snowshoesf'

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TI-IE LINCOLNIAN Eleven SAILOR BEN'S YARNS I was sitting on the edge of the wharf and he, Sailor Ben, was sitting on a coil of tarred rope. I had a Hshing pole, and although I did not expect to catch anything with it, I could manage to maneuver the hook down to the fishing smack below which was still loaded. The last time I had seen Ben, he had told me about his exploits in the Civil War with Admiral Farragut. He said he was a coxswain then and that he was the sailor who held Admiral Farragut to the foretops when the Union fleet passed the forts of Mobile. Now Ben was not over sixty-five so I doubted his story and later I read that it was a quartermaster named Knowles who was in the tops with Farragut. Today I started to expose him but he immediately began on another story about when he was chief gunner on the Olympia, Com- modore Dewey's Hagship at the battle of Manila Bay. He said he was gunner at casemate three under the starboard barbette. Ben claimed he fired the very shell that swept away the bridge of the Spanish cruiser Maria Ininira and exploded her magazine. I pointed out that the bridge was the highest solid structure and that the magazine was nowhere near it. That didn't ground him. He carefully explained that the shell passed through the bridge and into the forward stack where it fell down to the boilers and exploded. Sparks from the boilers llew to a small amount of ammunition being carried to nearby casemate. This explosion knocked a shell from its rack in the maga- zine which in turn exploded, blowing the whole magazine. That ended the life of the Maria lnlinita. During this time my lishpole had dropped nearer and nearer to the fishing smack, until now the hook had caught onto a pile of Esh on the deck. I hastily pulled it up, but the captain of the boat had seen me. He started for me. Exit-one boy and one old sailor full of yarns! EARLE TRICKEY, DIV. C-8 BUYING A NEW HAT - A WOMAN'S IDEA A new Easter bonnet! Shall it be red. green, blue or gray? She will decide that after she sees the hats. On entering the hat shop she saw a darling pillbox with a veil attached, After inquiring about this creation she tried it on. Then there was much time taken to decide whether or not it was the correct shape and a becoming color. After long consideration no decision was reached so the hat was laid aside and others brought out and tried on. After an hour of trying on hats of all shapes and colors, she decided to purchase the one she had tried on Hrst, but she was in- formed by the clerk that that particular hat had been sold while she was looking at the others. She was rather aggravated until the clerk brought a jaunty