Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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1 ment of our great symphony. Theatrically plaudits of the masses with our superior Socially, we were brought down an octave the Senior Class. fThe big wheels blew tion Day.J In algebra class the air pungent, Qnay, even repugnantj aroma The sired effect was, unfortunately, never as both our teacher and our grades time found us packed into the we used for discussions on a high comic books their theme. Two to three months seemed barely enough time for exchanging partners in anticipation of our first Upper School Tea Dance. It looked as though we were be- coming an accepted symphony in our own right. Musically, we were on our way. Sophomore Year: Sound the cymbals Beat the drumfpj Our symphony slides Into Sophomore slump. Aside from a rash of sunbathing knees . . . downward, and a brief seige of stage coach attacks fBlack Betsy and her gang pitted against the neighborhood bread trucksj, our only action of note was the Sophomore Stew. Charleston era dresses, 1920 beachwear and costumes in the latest vogue, though big hits in their own right, paled into insignificance before the unique performance of our bloomer-bedecked composer and our n' shirt-clad conductor doing mid-morning exercises . . . Fortissimo ! ! ! ! junior Year: The pitch was up as we made a dynamic on our junior year. The most musical among us joined Moses Brown to give Iolanthe. We developed a rash of handed conductors as class rings made their first Good salesmanship qualities when, to our funds, we undertook a So great was success that we decided to year. Continental Crier rolled with acclaim, and the school in our first sandwich sale without undue physical or mental. We ended the yea Record, as at Step Singing the junior mounted the podium and set the stage our habits of the past, class rage: a Bar B Q, the Mad Senior-Faculty teas. Our victrola fa gift from our grade coat

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SYMPHONY - '55 Dorothy and much to their dismay, that coeducatron Knowledge FIRST Grade One with her n from the vigor beauty ofher on a higher in which she PRELUDE : Peggy went to she did. movie milk. a ter on to the second grade Grade Two: The year of From scrib- to painting murals vocabulary was increas- rex, et tu, Brontosaurus! the dubious pleasure of Our transformation helpful elves was unfortunately bling and movies, we of monstrous creatures. ing . . . Triceratops Later on in the ye seeing The Elves from mischievous pixies short-lived. Grade Three: Teacher instruction and rest periods continued to be the main elements of the day. Among our varied interests was included the erection of a brightly beaded teepee village in the classroom. On the stamping ground Qalias, the music roomj we squatted, crosslegged, in our best Indian fashion, chanting ceremoniously, but with tongue in cheek, as we passed the peace pipe. We pooled our Indian lore at infrequent Bird Club meetings, with Peggy as our number one feathered chief. SECOND MOVEMENT: Grade Four: We rose to a higher level, but only by ascending daily to the second floor. Once more our artistic ability came to light as we drew astounding of Queen Nerertiti whom u their outnumber- was exciting but when Betsy Worrell laces of a certain unsus- to her desk. In connection with the study we all made very authentic-looking waxed of the Franciscan Monks. At this time club, the W. C. A. fthe Wax Chewing for membership . . . a strong and secrecy from the faculty. At Christ- out a Medieval Christmas which was, yet. All of us except Betsy Ress took a Pendleton House. What happened to Betsy? fl that it isn't healthy to fall off a see-saw. a rest e by tying the and dodging erasers!! Schedules, varied sublect matter teachers were a somewhat suc- to our wandering minds. Study halls suffered greatly from an epidemic of note passing. It was quite a year with the flight of Grace Dean's notebook out of the math room window, the mysterious disappearance of Carol Smith's pencil case and the confiscation of Betsy Worrell's all-too-in- clusive diary. After a few trying days of angelic behavior we earned a wonderful trip to Sturbridge Village . . . a trip which brought Colonial History out of Mrs. Grisley's classroom. Our big social event was a Dance which we gave with the eighth grade. Carol Smith's father made sure that we all had a good time. We ended the year with a drastic defeat in a softball grade. Score . . . 56-0. We have had since. game against In Grade we High with an iron hand, but not by a good example. Dorothy Bird and jane made s office their new permanent residence. remember Allingha.m's preference for the close and the lockers rather than the fresh hall. Marcia Gardner How we were finally persuaded inside, we- can- no doubtless because we prefer to forget. w down Grade Five: Now, Miss Breed's knowledge of made us aware that math was not just simple addition subtraction. Our symphony at this time suffered from discord, for the notes which we threw were always picked up at the wrong time, and the desk tops which we slammed made a drumlike din. Mrs. Claflin brought in some long-eared, cotton- during the course that become a state we traveled to the e Miss and? our careers sponsored by Glad- r High we faced a ear. Now we fourth and final move- .. -

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