Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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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

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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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llltlst fortunate golfer in the lamily, as he seemed to have a natural inclination for the sport from the beginning. Coll' means to him. then, lcmg summer evenings of enjoyment and of close ccmlpanionship with his Father. .Xs for me. I consider golf the most frustratf ing game I have ever attempted. However. in the oll' season I Iincl my attitude a little more tolerant than it would be if I had just come oll' the course. It seems to me that one has to have a great deal more patience than I ever ltope to possess to play this fascinating game well. Perhaps it is Mother, though, who is the most allected by this game. Having no pro- pensity whatsoever for any kind of sport, she was destined either to spend long. lonely hours at home or to Iincl herself pulling over hill and dale. trying to keep up with her fam' ily aucl the little white golf balls, I believe THE ROOT Young kids have all the luck-and the money, too. I might acld. At least that is the way it is in our family. Before my brother Rusty was born, I used to be the John D. Rockefeller of the Jones girls. It seemed that visitors always had a few pennies to give to this poor, sweet child who looked with plead- ing' eyes at their pocketbooks. Too, Mother frequently gave me bottles to take back to the store, and I even sold eggs that my hens had laid to the neighbors. It wasn't that my weekly income was of such great figures, but that I learned to save and save until my bankroll equalled those of my older sisters. Of t'0llI'SC, I had not yet acquirecl, as had Dot and Di, the taste for such frivolous things as sundaes. lipsticks. combs. and movies. .Xt times I was extremely miserly about my finances, aucl would not even consider lending' to those who had ncme. without receiving' at least ten per cent inter- est in return. Once in a great while. how- ever. I would become overwhelmed by nn wealth aucl would feel sorry for Di or Dot's insolvency. My room still contains silly knickknacks which I bought ati outrageous expense from tny sisters. Mother never in- terfered in these transactions, for she felt that I would eventually learnt the value of such things. Had I only learned a little bit sooner. that I was being swindlecl, my pociketbook might not look so bare as it does today! Iti was inevitable. though, that Rusty should the aspect of the game that annoys Mom the most. though, is the fact that she is practical and unfortunatelv does not possess a golfc-r's mind. If she clicl. she would realize that the weather is never inclement on a golf course. QNote the golfer's adage: It may be raining everywhere else, but the golfer rests assured that on his favorite course the sun is shin- ing. j Mother has, however, found golf advantage, ous even to her. lVhen she Iincls herself long- ing for a few days' vacaticm. all she has to do is dangle the map of an attractive golf course under lJad's nose, and oil' they go to enjoy it. On the whole, I feel that this most famous ol all .'XIllL'I'li'2lll sports has brought a good deal of enjoyment to all four members of nn . 1 . family-yes, even to me. Rat: I,llNNII'Y. '51 OF ALL EVIL come along and take my place as the youngest jones. Now the visitors give him their pen- nies, while I sit in the background envying the increasing' weight of Rusty's bank. Last Christmas, Rusty received a little cash register. This batik actually adds up the dimes. nickles, and quarters as they are put in. It never fails to fascinate everycme who sees it on the kitchen table, where Rusty put it as a reminder. Xllhat he doesn't tell them. however, is that they won't get their mcmey back until the bank contains ten dollars. By that time Rusty hopes that these people in their second childhood will forget to collect what is coming to them. One would think that having the bank on the kitchen table would be enough of a hint. but no, Rusty has to pass it around during my mother's parties, hoping that somecme will get carried away with him, in his jovial mood. and deposit great sums of mcmey into this racketeer's toy. However, I cau't give others all of the credit for the increasing value of the bank, for Rusty himself has worked hard shoveling' walks and saving his allowance. His diligence warrants real ccmimenclation. Hence, each week I grow more and more sure that the young kids have 'it' as dimes. nickels, and Quarters flow into this chilcl's an- swer to Big Business. IJICISORAII Jones, '53 S ixty-seven