Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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CII wals entirely olltsille. Zllllltlllgll it wats cov- erecl hy llll oeotillo rool 2lIlZIL'IlK'tI ill the encl to UIIL' ol the houses. Ihe two sitles were lllllllillly llosell oil hy SlI'1lW IIIEIIS to keep the KIIISI out, IJIII the other enll wals OIJCII to the wealther. Our stove wats Ll Illlltll oven set i11 l1ot eoalls till Il pile ol alclohe hloeksg OIII' sink wats Il IJIISIII. tl1e walter lor which is totetl twelve IIIIICS hy trunk every tlily. We haul no I'L'Ill'IgCI'2ll0I' Lll the time, illltl it wats ralther llilllelllt getting llhlftl to llrinking W2lI'IIl walter. Since thalt time. there llalve heen ll Iew alllllia tions. such als El wooll stove, ll I't'lI'lgCl'2ll0I', Zllltl lll0I'C alllohe houses. .X short CIISIZIIICC from tl1e Glltlll alre loealtell the inllivillllall huts ol' the AICXICZIIIS alnll. heyonll these, is El silver alnll golll IIIIIIC. 'Iio some people this Illlly 11ot SCCIII like IIIUCII ol' al lJZlI'2ltlISl'. lllll lor Illl' il wats love ill lirst sight. hlalek. IIJCIJIJCITKI with silver stalrs white IIIOOII. tilne, Zllltl CYCII ' a l'CllIly got to like tl1e1n. 'I'hey their responsibility to look i11g us alll the time. One 2llilCI'llt Charlotte Malin. tI2lllgIllCI'-Ill- eitlell to lezlve tl1e lI'i.lll alnll ex D 4 o11e ol the NICXIUIII WVI'llI1g'lCI'S. sioll to go Olll Lllltl look lor lls o11 tl1e tralil ICRICIIIIQ i11to CZIIIIIJ ol alll tl1e Mexiealns there: alltho illiteralte. tl1ey 2lI'C WUIICICI'lillI pe I IIQIII only UIIC IIIISQIYIIIQ' alhollt SIJIIUIYI. Zllltl thalt wats the lean' ol' llIL?L'LIIIg up with Zl I'2llllC' snake. Ilut never once halve I seen one. l've gotten so 11ow thalt I'll like to come ZICIYISS one just lor llle salke ol' seeing IYIIZII it looks like. .Xlter lllllllilkllllg UlII'5ClYll5 alnll our equip- mel1t lrom tl1e truek, we alll settlell llown to spenll ll Iew llalys rilling, Illlllllllg, resting. illltl just plalin enjoyiltg lile. One llily we llrove over lo the Gull' ol' cI1IIIl'0I'lII2l, ll tll5l,1llIt'C ol' thirty miles: i11 time, it wals three hours hy truck, hllt ten minutes hy plane. This will give you ll gooll illeal ol' Olll' 5llIJl'I' IIIQIIXYZIFSI Onle ill the gllll' we lishell lllltl swalln in hallh- tllh walrm walter. The alaly enllell, like alll others. with ll glowing rell sunset. lldlllllllg lIIC lnollntalins El solt lJlII'lJIU. .X tlesert sunset, I lllllllltl, is so like ll pietllre thalt it is lI2lI'tI to helieve it IL'1ll. .Xlmost without IVZIVIIIIIQ. thinking walter, I haltell lealvin ing' halek Llgllill SOIIIL' tlily. he too soon lor IlIt'. ell pealks alnll the Sonoran sky wats lI'1lllhli0I'lt1t'tl. als il' hv IIIZIQIC, lrom ll I'1ltIl2llll real to llll lllliy ZIIICI ll white. .xlllltlllgll I ttlllltl spealk no SIJZIIIISII alt the U list, I he- now l llll IIO Illlhl Cllllll' 2ll'llll2llIllClI with the NICXICZIIIS, ltlltl Ieel llllll it IS Olll lor us, alnll though we ZIIC 11ot zlwalre ol lt, they llI'L' Wltlfll- mon my sister, lalw ol' Mrs. NIHIII. alnll I XVCIII rilling. For YLIYICIB' we lle- plore. Dark' ness comes o11 very SllCIlICIIIy ill this country. alnll tl1e only Yfkly to tell tIlI'Ct'll0Il IS hv the ' 1 mountalin pealks. Realizing thalt it wats growa inv' Ialte Zilltl that we might get lost, vLFlIllIl'tJ. alskell permis- lVe met lliln He is lyllltlll ugh poor llllll ople. 'I'he live IIZIYS we were there p lpliekly lllat helore we haul time to realllfe thalt we were 11ot just KITCZIIIIIIIQ. we were alssell hv so IIOIIICNVZIVII Iltllllltl. I halll IIZIIICII eompletelx i11 love with Stllltltil, Zlllll. llesplte the Wllllll g the Ibliltitl 'l'he only VUIISOIIIIIOII wats than I XVUIIIKI he go, Since tllen I halve Illlttlt' two more visits, llortllnaltely ol' longer tlllI'lIlIUlI. alnll right now IIIY slster alnll IZIIIIISI' alre enjoying IIIZll Wlltlll 1 NICXIVZIII sunshine. Oh. how I envv them! Well. I'II go Zlgillll soon, I hope. It will never the llalming NIIII tIIH2lIJIlt'2lI't'tI hehinll the gilll- HIUYCII-1Sl'RUl'I-. 'ffl THE GIFT DARKNESS You halve ll gilt whilh is IIXUIII Cloll. IIZIVIRIICSS- XVhalt is this gilt? you saly. Illt'0lllIJI'L'IlCIISIIDIC, You halve ll lile INIIIKII is WNII' own ilillllllllg lalmilialr ohieets Io lealll Illtlllg' the wary. Into ZIII inlinite t'lll'IIlIll ol nothing. You halve il tlllllltl' to molll this lile Ilalrkness- lllltl ll tlling worth-while, llllillltlllll illltl silent, .X lile ol' helping otllers win Malking ealres alnll worries. .Xnll lltlllilllg' others smile. 'Iriviall alnll IIIIIIIIINWIZIIII. Yes. il' you prove YOIITSQIII ll Irienll IDZITIQIICNST 'I o alll, no IIIZIIIUI' who. Conveying lealr. .Xnll lenll to IIICIII al helping II2lIItI+ Inllelinalhlez present: ominous. 'l'hev'll he II ll'lCIItl to you! lint ZIIYVZIYS elusive. ANN fIA'l'l'1S. '55 l.l I-1SANKLIIINI- I'I'l, '55 .wlX'lY-fl7'f,'

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IN THE WORLD Once in a while there is a day when the sun smiles, the water winks, the people are friendly, and the world and I laugh. 'I'hen life is made for me and I for it. and I am what I want to be. On such a day, a while ago, I was Going Out into the X'Vorld, for I was taking the bus home with money in my pocket to buy a late lunch, as school had let out at one. I climbed aboard, grabbed a pole as the bus charged ahead, and made a graceful and dramatic swoop into the nearest seal. Of course, I tripped over someone's feet. XVhen I and my hooks left the bus, feeling well scrambled, I knew my Adventure had begun. 'I'here were some middle-aged grown-ups in the store who, I fondly hoped. were wondering what on earth I was doing out of school so early. I imagined quite an interesting dialogue around my chicken sandwich with a truant ollieer. 'I'hen, just because I had never seen anyone read anything interesting at a lunch counter before, I absorbed the latest Little I.ulu through a strawberry sundae. .Xlthough my walk home was something of an anti-climax, there were many intriguing things to wonder about. Mainly, what made that gnarled old tree have only two branches, one going up and one going down, like a see- saw, and why would a plane make a turn in mid-air and go back the way it came? As I reached the reservoir, my books hav- ing unaccountably doubled in weight, I stopped to admire the southern view of the ever-present tens of ducks swarming over the water. The slanting stm struck them they looked like penguins against the white ice. It. was getting cold: so, stopping only to chris- ten the southern half of the reservoir Little America , I juggled my books on my arm and continued my merry and deliberate way through the centers of mud-puddles. SANDRA S'l'RA'l lAON, '55 SHOWER A spring rai11 falls to earth, A shining avalanche. Sweeps across luxuriant meadows and fields and then, ls swept on, to lands distant and unknown. By the wind. KIANIQ PIQRKINS, '55 HOME IN SONORA 'l'he Sonora Desert is located in Mexico. just about a hundred miles southwest of No- gales, Arizona. X'Vhen I was first told of So- nora, like most people, I suppose, I pictured a vast expanse of desolate, sandy terrain, oc- casionally spotted by a cactus here or there. How wrong I wasl When I first set eyes on the place in September of ISH9, I experienced a wonderful and new sensation. It is hard to explain the feeling I had when the four-passenger Stinson settled down on the natural landing strip. 'I'he charm and beauty completely took possession of me. On the way to camp I had time to take in all the beauty of the scenery that surrounded me. The small truck wove its way over a self- made road among the towering cacti and in and out of the deep arroyos, that had been chiseled by the heavy rains. During this sea- son not a drop of water remained. There was not only an infinite variety of cacti here, but also small green-barked trees called Palo Verde, multi-colored desert flowers, resem- bling lilies, thistles, and daisies. to mention Sixty-four a few, and other plants that were strange to me. Patches of long grass spotted the sand. The movements of jack rabbits and a balmy breeze animated the scene. 'I'he sky was a heavenly blue, and the radiant sun added its golden touch to this paradise. After a fifteen-minute ride we finally reached camp, where we were welcomed by the combined greeting of several dogs, a group of curious, but shy Mexicans, who watched the spectacle from a short distance, and Mrs. Main, the good-natured wife of my father's partner. Both Mr. and Mrs. Main are fifty or more in age: they are two of the most wonderful people one could ever hope to meet. After getting acquainted, I hnally had a chance to see what our ranch was like. 'I'he camp itself consisted of two one-room adobe houses, the sleeping quarters, a small shed made of ocotillo. a type of cactus with long slender branches, where the saddles, bri- dles, and other equipment is kept, a chicken pen with ocotillo fencing. and, of course our deluxe adobe out-house. Our so-called kitch-

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BUGS Some folks can't stand bugs. Others like 'em. l'm impartial. Don't mind lookin' at 'em or touchin' 'em. but I wouldn't much care to be overfamiliai' with 'em. But bugs are kinda interc-stin'. Now farmers hate bugs 'cause bugs chaw the crops in the fields, like 'tater bugs, 'nd corn borers, 'nd sech.-Wfell, bugs gotta live best they know how. They gotta eat some- thin'.-An' lots of ladies don't like bugs 'cause bugs aren't always purty. But then. neither are lots of ladies. Most li'l folks like bugs-maybe 'cause bugs are li'l, too. Ever watch a li'l feller first time he sees a worm? l-Ie'll pick it up, an' his eyes 'll get big as the moon. Y' can jest see he's tryin' t' figger out which end's which. Maybe he'll put. the worm back on the ground an' watch it wiggle away. Like as not, though, he'll see how the worm tastes. XVell, society won't miss one worm, anyway. x'Vll?lf'l'C you stjuirmin' for? Guess nobody likes ants. XVhat's an ant? XVell, he's the nasty li'l guy that always comes to picnics with his ants 'nd uncles 'nd cousins. Nobody ever invites 'em, but they come jest the same. '1'hey get into the 'tater salad an' just 'bout ever'wheres else. .-Xn' boy, do they got pow'ful nippers! All right, so you say ants's pests. X'Vell, you jes' listen here. 'l'ry an' step on a li'l anthill some day, then stan' back an' watch. Purty soon a bunch of the li'l critters 'll come marchin' big as you please through the hole, all carryin' food an' eggs. Meantime, more of 'em are busy makin' a new roomin' house by carryin' one grain of sand at a time, an' fixin' it jest right. 'l'hen the whole kick 'nd kaboodle moves in, an' you'd never know anythin' had gone wrong in the first place. 'l'hat's teamwork. INfell, you say, what good's a mosquit- terP All they do is nip ya an' make ya itch. All I can say is, if there weren't any squitters there wouldnt be a Liars' Club. Ever hear the story 'bout the thing that landed in an airport in Texas? 'llhe fellers pumped two hundred gallons of high-powered fuel in it b'fore someone realized it was a stjuitter! You still say bugs are dumb. O. K., what about a spider? look at 'im, you'd think he didn't have a brain in 'is head. But you oughter see a spider spin a silk web, so deli- cate-like, you can't imgaine. Back 'n forth. back 'n forth, hour alter hour. 'l'hat's pa- tience. Maybe you pr'fer the arts t' bugs. Rather listen to Beethoven than think about a bug? l'Vell, bugs can even make music. Nothin' more beautiful than a cricket concerto on a summer night or a sewin' bee sonata on a hot afternoon. You still don't like bugs? 'l'hat's up to yon. Bugs can teach you a heap about livin'. An' long as a bug minds his business. l'll mind mine. jovtziz Pi-:'ri-:asoN, '53 LUNNIE'S DEFINITION OF GOLF Mr. Webster has defined golf as being a game which consists of striking a small ball with clubs having heads fwooden or metalj into a series of holes , Qnine or eighteenj sit- uated at varying distances on a course with natural or artificial obstacles, irregularly in- terposed. This is all very true, but I would like to tell you what golf means to the mem- bers of my family. 'I'o my Father, golf was more than a mere game. It was a source of complete relaxation, fun, and good fellowship. I say wus' because that was what Dad had intended it to be when he started to play this trying game. Now, I am afraid it has become more a means of complete exasperation for him. It seems in this vexing game that, the more one plays. the more faults one finds to correct. For in- Sixty-six stance, Dad had taken private lessons to cor- ret his slicing. He practiced for hours, mum- bling all along that his instructor clidn't know any more about correcting this fault than he did. After many hours of complete concen- tration, however,--practice makes perfect is more true of goll than any other sport-he managed to perfect this phase of the game, only to find out the next day that his putting was miserable. Now, we are Zlpt to find him. almost. any time, with a sheepish grin on his face, practicing his putting on the living-room rug. As you can see, golf is extremely exas- perating to Dad, but, also, it provides an in- teresting challenge. To my brother it is a moderate sport to enjoy with his Father. who is now too old to play baseball with him. Bill has been the