Lincoln Middle School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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THE LINCOLNIAN Nim-teen But now the place was filled with only memories, and the fine orchards in which the owner took so much pride were just stumps, anddthe old well-kept velvety lawns were covered with straggling wee s. With visions of ghosts of the former inhabitants aroused from their peaceful sleep, I cautiously entered, my brain aglow with thoughts of what I might perceive within. Step by step I edged my way towards the parlor which. on entering, I immediately named the pink ballroom because of its size and the pink hue still clinging to the time-weakened mouldering walls. The balustrade which was carved out of solid oak was an example of the craftsmanship of the once fine interior. Although entirely devoid of furniture, one could well imagine what fine pieces once graced the place. As dusk was fast approaching, and as I felt rather wary about continuing my explorations. I turned my thoughts--and sore feet- homewarcl. FRANK MURDOCIQ, Div. G-8 LINCOLN'S CHARACTER Lincoln the honest, Lincoln the true, l-Ie was the finest One ever knew. So tall and strong. So stern and brave, His eountry's foundation He helped to pave. Who was it that comforted When others were sad? None other than Lincoln Made people so glad. BRADFORD JOYCE. Div. E-8 NEVER AGAIN Oh, dear, why must we have homework? sighed Jane. lt was a lovely spring evening and all the girls in the neighborhood were going to play tennis. However. Jane must do her English before she could go with them. She had been out of school almost an hour and hadn't got anything done. Suddenly she had an idea! Why not leave her homework until the study period tomorrow? Mother would never know the difference. So, away she went without a care to play an evening of tennis. The next day. alas. found her in agony for. because of a special assembly. her study period was omitted. And thc next class was English! If the teacher called on her, what would she think? For

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Eighteen THE LINCOLNIAN HOW FRENCHMAN'S BAY WAS MADE - A TALE OF PAUL BUNYAN One morning Paul's boy. Tony, came up to him as he was cutting lumber and said, I'm hot and want a place to swim. Paul, who was the most good-natured man that ever lived. picked up his shovel and started to dig out what is now called Frenchman's Bay. Paul was somewhat right-handed and threw most of the dirt over his right shoulder. This pile of earth is called Mount Desert Island. Paul worked until three o'clock in the afternoon and then showed Tony his swimming hole. After swimming awhile, Tony was cooled off and started to play. He threw stones into the new swimming hole Paul had dug for him. Each stone settled down into islands, all of which are still there. This was the only time Paul ever became angry with Tony. However, he was hot and tired and hadn't had any lunch. unless you would count a twenty-pound cheese and a barrel of crackers he found in his pocket. It made him angry to see Tony skipping stones into the pond which he had worked so hard to clear. So he spanked the boy so hard that it caused a thunderstorm over in Vermont. Then Paul set Tony down into the pond to cool off. BRUCE SPRINGER. Div. E-8 APRIL FIRST One morning on my way to school I soon discovered it was April Fool: A pocketbook lay at my very feet, Q3 But when I stooped it went down the street. - N At the next corner came another surprise. I saw some coins before my eyes: -f ,DA J Ipulled and pulled but all in vain, ici 'M q It was April first. l was fooled again. Z . fwfr' Joke after joke came into view, fly Infact. 1 admit 1 mea A few: 1 mJm And when at last the day was done, We all agreed April Fool's was fun. PAULINE PERRY. DIV. K-7 THE MANSION No, it was not an ordinary house. One could see that in former days it had been a gathering place of the society of that time. One could almost picture the hansoms and other stylish carriages filled with chattering gentlefolk coming gracefully to a stop in front of this mid-Victorian mansion.

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Twenty THE LINCOLNIAN it was oral composition day and she had had a whole week in which to prepare her lesson. But Lady Luck was with Jane and she did not get called on. However, that night before .lane went to bed her homework was done, and never again did she intend to put in such a day! MARGARET PINKHAM, Div. H-8 DANCING Mother wanted me to toe dance. But my father said, Oh, no! He said he guessed that I'd take tap Or else I wouldn't go. I just sat there while they argued. Thoughts running through my head: Imagine taking toe dancing. Why, I might as well be dead. Then I said to my mother, You say 'yes' and Dad says 'no': I'll tell you now just what I'll d0. I'll tap dance on my toes! BARBARA PRESNELL. Div. C-8 THE SEAL OF THE STATE OF MAINE The Maine State seal had its beginning when at the first meet- ing of the Legislature of the new state at Portland, then the capital. a law was passed ordering the adoption of a State seal that should be representative of the State's leading industries. A doctor in Hallowell was asked to design it. ln the center he placed a shield containing a pine tree. symbolizing Maine's vast pine forests with a giant wild moose resting in the shade of the pine. On the left of the shield which is enclosed by a golden frame is a farmer with a scythe, representing agriculture. On the other side of the design which is on a field of blue is a scaman with an anchor to repre- sent the shipping and fishing industries of the State. Above the shield is the State motto. Dirigo, from the Latin I lead. Over this is a star of brilliancy and golden color, showing that Maine is the most northern state in the Union, FRANK MURDOCK, DIV. G-8