Lincoln Middle School - Lincolnian Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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THE LINCOLNIAN Five C0l17'l1'8jl. Grlmlril I'11l1IiSILil1L1 UU. On the morning of April 22nd one of the fondest dreams of my life came true. I was on the platform of our assembly hall and I hacl just introduced one of the most famous people in the United States, none other than Rudy Vallee. For long months I had writ- ten and waited, hoped and prayed, and now I know that patience and persistence have their reward. Rudy was talking to the pupils on How to Make the Most Out of Onc's Life Work. He said that everyone's ambition was to gain success or achievement Cand he preferred the word achievement which implied prolonged success in the face of obstaclesj. He said that many people think that success is a secret formula but he had found out that it is composed of three factors: natural talents. environment, and a golden opportunity. He gave the following advice: i'l.ook yourself squarely in the face: and if you lack certain necessary qualities, discourage yourself in the field you have chosen, He vividly likened J person's prepara- tion for his life work to a surgeon's preparation for an operationi if one tool was missing the operation might not be a success. The climax to the program was when at Mr. Stevens' request Rudy, all smiles, stepped down from the platform to conduct our school orchestra in his favorite, The Maine Stein Song. The pupils of Lincoln Junior High School will long remember the delightful morning of April 22, 1938! PAUL KEYES, DIV. F-8

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t'uln'ta'sy, l'm'Ilu1l4l Elwllirlg X Rudy, Paul Keyes, Mr. Slvucns TO RUDY VALLEE living example of Achicvcmcnt. thc subject on which hc spoke to thc student body of Lincoln Junior High School. wc gratefully dedicate this issue of thc LINCOLNIAN.

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Six THE LINCOLNIAN THE LEGEND OF THE IVORY BRACELET It was the most beautiful courtyard I had ever seen. It was like fairyland and it retained all the pomp and splendor of old India. In the center of this gorgeous courtyard on a velvet cushion in a glass case decorated with gold lay a strikingly carved ivory bracelet. This bracelet caught my gaze because of all the attention it was receiving. indians of rank and position who received the admiration of all were bowing in humble devotion to this beautiful bracelet. I consulted my English friend as to the history of this bracelet and as he told the story. I was swept back through time to early India where I paused to look on as this beautifully tragic story was unfolded before my Ayes' -r fa- x a wr at It was almost midnight and the full tropical moon floated lazily along its sky trail, reflecting its weird light on the still jungle below. All was silent but the continuous roar of the river as it sped over rough crags on its way to the sea. Now and then the stillness was broken by the roar of a tiger or the trumpet call of an elephant as he ducked his companion in the river. High above the mysterious jungle on a rocky hill stood the palace of the Nlaharajah, ruler of the north Indian province of Suristani. The palace courtyard looked more like midday than nearly midnight. as elephants were being brought into line and seats were being placed on their backs. Mahouts were chaining the ele- phants together and many score of servants were loading them. Rifles were being loaded and spears and knives were in readiness. Although all were hustling and were apparently used to their tasks. a certain tenseness hung over the scene and all spoke in animated whispers. Suddenly all moved back against the walls and knelt as the Maharajah in all the glory and splendor of an Indian prince appeared. His guard of honor in gay uniforms followed close behind, the priests bringing up the rear. A servant appeared in the doorway and beckoned the Maharajah. After a discussion the Maharajah gave his consent to the servant's request. Shortly after, a girl appeared in the courtyard. About eighteen years of age, she was tall and slender, with beautiful dark eyes and hair and a smooth olive complexion. She was bareheaded and wore a plain black velvet cape with no jewelry except a small finely carved ivory bracelet. This girl was the Maharajah's only daughter. Her wish was his command. At the sight of her. uneasiness swept the party and a stubborn expression crept over the face of the high priest. for it was a well- known fact that a girl on a hunt was an evil curse. The girl ap- proached her father, knelt in reverence and started toward the largest elephant. At this point the' high priest interfered. No, he said sullenly. The girl turned inquiringly toward her father who, with an angry gesture. summoned .thehigh priest to him.