1860 photo taken 4 days after Mr.
Lincoln visited Lincoln, Illinois, for the last time. Info at 3 below.
His town does too.
Link to Lincoln:
Lincoln & Logan County Development Partnership
Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Commission of Lincoln, IL
Abraham Lincoln and the Historic Postville
including a William Maxwell connection to the Postville Courthouse
About Henry Ford and the Postville Courthouse,
the Story of the Postville Courthouse Replica,
Tantivy, & the Postville Park
Neighborhood in the
Route 66 Era
The Rise of Abraham Lincoln and His History and
Heritage in His First Namesake Town,
also the founding of Lincoln College, the plot to steal Lincoln's
body, and memories of Lincoln College and the Rustic Tavern-Inn
Introduction to the Social & Economic History of
including poetry by William Childress & commentary by Federal Judge
Bob Goebel & Illinois Appellate Court Judge Jim Knecht
"Social Consciousness in William Maxwell's
Writings Based on Lincoln, Illinois" (an article published in the
Journal of the Illinois State Historical Society, winter 2005-06)
Peeking Behind the Wizard's Screen: William
Maxwell's Literary Art as Revealed by a Study of the Black Characters in
Billie Dyer and Other Stories
Introduction to the Railroad & Route 66 Heritage
of Lincoln, Illinois
The Living Railroad Heritage of Lincoln, Illinois:
on Track as a Symbol of the "Usable Past"
Route 66 Overview Map of Lincoln with 42 Sites,
Descriptions, & Photos
The Hensons of Business Route 66
The Wilsons of Business
Route 66, including the Wilson Grocery & Shell
Route 66 Map & Photos Showing Lincoln Memorial
(former Chautauqua site),
the Historic Cemeteries, & Nearby Sites
Route 66 Map & Photos Showing Salt Creek &
the highway bridges, GM&O bridge, Madigan State Park, the old dam (with
photos & Leigh's memoir of "shooting the rapids" over the old dam), &
the Ernie Edwards' Pig-Hip Restaurant Museum in Broadwell
The Historic Logan County Courthouse, Past &
Route 66 Map with 51 Sites in the Business &
Courthouse Square Historic District,
including locations of historical markers
(on the National Register of Historic Places)
Vintage Scenes of the Business & Courthouse Square
The Foley House: A
Monument to Civic Leadership
(on the National Register of
the Route 66 Era
Arts & Entertainment Heritage,
the Lincoln Theatre Roy Rogers' Riders Club of the
Cars, Trucks & Gas Stations of the Route 66 Era
Churches, including the hometown
churches of Author William Maxwell & Theologian Reinhold Niebuhr
Factories, Past and Present
Food Stores of
the Route 66 Era
Hospitals, Past and Present
Hotels & Restaurants of the Railroad & Route 66
Lincoln Developmental Center
(Lincoln State School & Colony in
the Route 66 era), plus
debunking the myth of
Lincoln, Illinois, choosing the Asylum over the University of Illinois
Mining Coal, Limestone, & Sand & Gravel; Lincoln Lakes; & Utilities
Museums & Parks, including the Lincoln College
Museum and its Abraham Lincoln Collection, plus the Heritage-in-Flight
News Media in the Route 66 Era
The Odd Fellows' Children's Home
Memories of the 1900 Lincoln Community High School,
including Fred Blanford's dramatic account of the lost marble
fountain of youth
A Tribute to the Historians and Advocates of
Watering Holes of the Route 66 Era
The Historic 1953 Centennial Celebration of
The Festive 2003 Sesqui-centennial Celebration of
Lincoln, Illinois, including photos of LCHS Class of 1960
dignitaries & the Blanfords
Why Did the State Police Raid Lincoln, Illinois,
on October 11, 1950?
The Gambling Raids in Lincoln and Logan County,
During the Late Route 66 Era (1950-1960)
in this section tell about Leigh Henson's Lincoln years, moving away,
revisits, and career:
About Lincoln, Illinois;
This Web Site; & Me
A Tribute to Lincolnite Edward Darold
Henson: World War II U.S. Army Veteran of the Battles for Normandy and
the Hedgerows; Brittany and Brest; and the Ardennes (Battle of the
For Remembrance, Understanding, & Fun: Lincoln
Community High School Mid-20th-Century Alums' Internet Community
(a Web site and
email exchange devoted to collaborative memoir and the sharing of photos
related to Lincoln, Illinois)
Leigh Henson's Pilgrimage to Lincoln, Illinois, on
July 12, 2001
Review of Dr. Burkhardt's William Maxwell Biography
Leigh Henson's Review of Ernie Edwards' biography,
Pig-Hips on Route 66, by William Kaszynski
Leigh Henson's Review of Jan Schumacher's
Glimpses of Lincoln, Illinois
Teach Local Authors: Considering the Literature of
Web Site About
Leigh Henson's Professional Life
in this section are about the writing, memorabilia, and Web sites of
A Tribute to Bill and Phyllis Stigall:
Exemplary Faculty of Lincoln College at Mid-Twentieth Century
A Tribute to the Krotzes of Lincoln, Illinois
A Tribute to Robert Wilson (LCHS '46): Author of
Young in Illinois, Movies Editor of December Magazine,
Friend and Colleague of December Press Publisher Curt Johnson, and
Correspondent with William Maxwell
Brad Dye (LCHS '60): His Lincoln, Illinois, Web
including photos of many churches
Dave Armbrust's Memorabilia of Lincoln, Illinois
Fikuarts of Lincoln, Illinois, including their
connections to the William Maxwell family and three generations of
family fun at Lincoln Lakes
Jerry Gibson (LCHS '60): Lincoln, Illinois,
Memoirs & Other Stories
Dave Johnson (LCHS '56): His Web Site for the
Lincoln Community High School Class of 1956
Sportswriter David Kindred: Memoir of His
Grandmother Lena & Her West Side Tavern on Sangamon Street in the Route
Judge Jim Knecht
(LCHS '62): Memoir and Short Story, "Other People's Money," Set in
Hickey's Billiards on Chicago Street in the Route 66 Era
William A. "Bill" Krueger (LCHS '52): Information
for His Books About Murders in Lincoln
Norm Schroeder (LCHS '60): Short Stories
Stan Stringer Writes About His Family, Mark
Holland, and Lincoln, Illinois
Thomas Walsh: Anecdotes Relating to This Legendary
Attorney from Lincoln by Attorney Fred Blanford & Judge Jim Knecht
Leon Zeter (LCHS '53): His Web Site for the
Lincoln Community High School Class of 1953,
including announcements of LCHS class reunions
(Post yours there.)
Highway Sign of
The Route 66
Association of Illinois
State Historical Society
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only browser that shows this page the way it was designed. Your
computer's settings may alter the display.
April 24, 2004: Awarded "Best Web Site of the Year" by the Illinois State Historical
achievement: serves as a model for the profession and reaches a greater
Marquee Lights of the Lincoln Theater, est. 1923, Lincoln, Illinois
34. Memories of the 1900
Yellow-Brick Lincoln Community High School:
Where the Celebrated Author
William Maxwell Spent His Freshman Year
Oh, wind, why do you blow so strong and gay!
It seems as if all things must whirl and sigh,
We cannot get them even as we try. . .
Blanch Hoblit Wilson, LCHS Class of 1916 (Leigh and Keith's maternal grandmother and Jerry Gibson's aunt)
Colorized Picture Postcard of the 1900 Yellow-Brick Lincoln High
The image of 34.1 dates to about 1914. This 1900 structure stood alone until 1925 when the red-brick building was
attached, as seen below in 34.4.
The scene in 34.1 shows the rounded tower of a house at the right and the
red-tiled roof of a large house at the back across from the alley. The
street shows the tracks of the streetcar, and the curbing is stone. In
the background at the left is the First Presbyterian Church, constructed in
Judge Lawrence Stringer's History of Logan County 1911 contains the
following description of the creation of the 1900 yellow-brick Lincoln High
1898, a proposition was submitted to the voters for the issuing of bonds in
the amount of $30,000 for the purpose of erecting a high school
building and two other school buildings in the Second and Fifth Wards, all
of which were badly needed. This proposition carried by a vote of 148
to 37. Preparatory to the erection of the high school building, the
lots on Broadway, between Kankakee and Ottawa streets, known as the Knapp
property, were purchased for the sum of $4,000. The brick house upon
the lots, for many years the residence of Colby Knapp [instrumental in
moving the county seat from Mt. Pulaski to Lincoln and later mayor of
Lincoln], was taken down and
removed. The lots measured 120 by 150 feet. The contract for
building the new high school building was let to Martin Lori, of
Huntingburg, Ind., for $18,150, the plumbing and heating contract being let
for $2,670 additional.
The corner stone of the building was laid May 5, 1899, under the auspices of
the Masonic orders of Lincoln. Dr. L.L. Leeds, president of the school
board, presided at the exercises and addresses were made by Father Donavan,
of St. Patrick's church and Prof. A.E. Turner, of Lincoln University.
The building was dedicated Jan. 5, 1900, on which occasion, addresses were
delivered by Mayor E.G. King, Dr. Katharine Miller, D.H. Harts, and Mrs. L.L.
The new building is an attractive piece of architecture, J.M. Deal, of Lincoln,
being the architect [Stringer writes that J.M. Deal was also the architect
of the 1905 Logan County Courthouse (p. 239) and the 1902
Chapel-Administration Building of Lincoln College (p. 444)]. The
[Lincoln High] building is 73 by 100 feet in size and is
three stories and an attic in height. The architecture is a modified
form of the Italian renaissance. The walls are of yellow pressed
brick, the roof of slate and the high basement story is constructed of
Bedford stone. The basement story has a ten foot ceiling, contains the
entrance to the building, two recitation rooms, a furnace room, storage
room, fuel cellar and closets. The first story proper has a thirteen-foot ceiling, three grammar grade rooms, two recitation rooms, a room for
teachers, a girls'' room and a hall 18 by 60 feet. The second story
has a sixteen foot ceiling, a large high school room seating 268 pupils,
two recitation rooms, cloak rooms and a superintendent's room The
attic contains laboratory room and apparatus rooms. The entire cost of
the buildings and grounds was about $20,000" (p. 428).
Note: the "large high school room seating 268
pupils" on the second floor became the famous Room 316, the subject of many
interesting and fond memories, some of which are offered later on this page.
34.2: Lincoln High
Broadway and Kankakee Before the 1925 Red-Brick Addition
Note the streetcar tracks, foreground, in the center of Broadway Street and
the spire of the 1896 First Presbyterian Church in the background
immediately to the right of the school. The Cumberland Presbyterian
Church, corner of Broadway and Ottawa Streets, appears at the left of the
school poem below was composed by my maternal grandmother, Blanch Hoblit
Wilson. She expresses the wistfulness of a more genteel age.
O wind, why do you blow so strong
It seems as if all things must whirl and sign,
But as we reach our hands for them today,
You come and blow them everyone away;
And as they go they almost seem to fly,
For you are strong and sweep them up so high
That they are gone ere we can make them stay.
And so it is with us when things seem right,
And everything within our reach is found
That something interferes and they are gone.
But searching still and ever more around
We find that it has done to us no wrong.
Published in The Railsplitter,
Grandmother Blanch Hoblit Wilson,
LCHS Class of 1916
34.4: Lincoln Community
High School in 1954-55
Photo 34.4 shows a winter scene in 1954-55 with school buses waiting (they
seem small) just before dismissal. This photo also shows the numerals
which graduating seniors painted on the chimneys of the 1900 building.
This scene is remarkable because it shows the rare time when a class used
both the upper and lower sections of a chimney for its numerals. Also,
1953 was the year of the centennial of Lincoln, Illinois. The 1956
Lincolnite shows that the Class of 1955 had painted over the 3 of 1953
with its numerals: "55," leaving the 5 of 53 and puzzling onlookers
over why a lone 5 remained on the top half of the chimney.
In an email message of
March 9, 2003, Leon Zeter, LCHS Class of 1953, wrote the following about
the painting of the numerals in 1953:
"The people involved in
painting the 53 on the chimney were Dale Biehler and Don Bree (his dad
furnished the ladders but didn't know it. His dad had a tuck
pointing business and Don helped him at times.
Don figured out how to attach the ladders to the chimney with ropes to
hold them in place.)
Also involved were Jim Dea, Bob Debelak,
Bob Hantel, Dan Kostomay, Chuck McAfee, Karl "Fig" Newton (Fig left the
door open to get up on the chimney.), and Leon Zeter (I, Leon, made
cardboard patterns to trace on the chimney.)
Paint and advice furnished by George Culleton the sign
painter (his son was Carson Culleton). I knew George and talked to
him about it, and he volunteered to donate the paint and how to do it
including making templates."
Respond to Leon at
to my inquiry about painting other years' numerals, Jim Woodruff, LCHS Class
of 1956, responded in an email of January, 2003:
"My memory is a bit
fuzzy on all the details but one I know for sure is that I was on the ladder
as an "artist" for the '56 chimney. Sorry but I haven't any photos either.
Some of the names that come to mind as co-culprits are Pete Funk, Dave Dutz,
Jitter Rolfs and maybe Jack Ritchhart. Never saw a janitor. Was never
"inside" the building. Access from the alley directly to the roof. We talk
about it in generalities at reunions but not much in detail. No doubt
you'll hear from some others on this subject."
Respond to Jim at
My father, Darold Henson, told me that Principal W.C. Handlin
allowed seniors to conduct this annual ritual unmolested. The height
and size of the letters suggests this activity was daunting and dangerous.
Beginning in the first year of the new LCHS in 1959, the Comrade stopped the
ritual after the noble Class of 1959 attempted to perpetuate the tradition.
I have so far been unable to coax any members of the Class of 1959 to tell
the full story. When someone is willing to do so, it could be
published here (anonymously, if preferred).
34.5: Exit from Room
316 During Fire Drill in 1918
Students in 34.5 are using the window to exit Room 316. Photo 34.8
shows the fire escape through the window at the back. Note that the
boys dressed in coats and ties; the girls wore skirts or dresses.
34.6: W.C. "Ziggy" Handlin
Beloved Principal of LCHS for 36 Years
(Photo from Dooley, The Namesake Town, p. 47)
Veteran of World War I (United States Navy), coach and teacher by precept and example, one of the
organizers of the Big Twelve, President of the Illinois Education
Association, candidate for the office of Illinois Superintendent of Public
Instruction in 1942, charter member of Lincoln Kiwanis, member of the Logan
County Historical Society, member of the Logan County Farm Bureau, member of
the board of the First Christian Church, and devoted Lincolnite (Gleason,
Lincoln: A Pictorial History, p. 94).
Memoir of W.C. Handlin
WW II began, my father, Darold Henson, LCHS Class of 1936, was hired by W.C.
Handlin as a bus driver and custodian. Dad observed that Mr. Handlin
"ran a tight ship." Dad said that in his job interview Mr. Handlin
asked him if he smoked or drank.
Dad recalls one instance
in which Mr. Handlin enforced the dress code. From his office window
on the second floor, Mr. Handlin could observe students coming to school.
One day he noticed Frank
Froschauer was coming to school in bib overalls instead of the required
slacks. As Frank climbed the stairs, he found Mr. Handlin waiting for
him at the top. Frank was knocked down the stairs.
Another example of this
"old school" approach to discipline involved Paul Holderer, who told Dad
about his "moment of truth" experience with Mr. Handlin some years after it
Paul was one of those
students whom teachers often sent to the office. On one of those days,
Paul said he noticed Mr. Handlin did not seem to be feeling very well.
Standing in Mr. Handlin's office, Paul said, "I think I can whip you."
Mr. Handlin pushed the large library table up against the door to block any
escape. According to Paul, "I found out I could not."
Dad noted that Mr.
Handlin had been trained as a boxer.
(Photo from Gleason, p. 140)
shape, Frank worked at the Lincoln "ice plant" during summer break from the
U of I, where he played football and starred at basketball.
Dad said that teachers
often visited the boiler room to sneak a cigarette. Mr. Handlin
sometimes appeared unannounced. On one of those days, Walter Alde,
drafting and building trades teacher, moved quickly to hide his weed.
Later, other teachers accused him of swallowing it when Mr. Handlin suddenly
Dad said that in the
1930s seniors took their trip to New Salem for a picnic. Mr. Handlin
and many of the faculty rode the bus with the students. The annual
student-faculty softball game was held after the picnic, and Mr. Handlin was
the umpire. I asked Dad if Mr. Handlin were impartial, and Dad said
Mr. Handlin occasionally favored the faculty despite the good-natured
protests of the students.
Dad described the time in
which a frustrated student got in Mr. Handlin's face, protesting a close
call. Apparently Mr. Handlin leaned forward and said, "I make the
During a school board
meeting in January, 1953, Mr. Handlin passed away suddenly. In the
Centennial Celebration at the end of August, 1953, twenty-one men and women were
named to the "Hall of Fame": those who had the greatest influence in
the development of Lincoln, Illinois; and W.C. Handlin was a member of this
"Hall of Fame" (Lincoln Evening Courier, September 3, 1953, p. 7).
Stories of Room 316
Room 316 Was the Famous, Large Study Hall
(Photo by Mike Hamilton, LCHS Class of 1958)
At the left
is the doorway into the hall and stairs leading down to the west front
entrance. At the back left is the door to a classroom used by English
Teacher Arlette Eiten. The back left window shows the fire escape at
the west end of the building. There was also a fire escape on the
north side at the right, beyond view.
The following stories by
LCHS alums of the 20th Century were
emailed in June and July, 2001.
Jerry Gibson wrote from South Elgin, Illinois:
"One morning in 316 Ed Migielicz walked in the side door, shortly after the period began, and
spotted Tom Perry's sleeping head nestled on top of the desk. Perry's neatly
combed ducktail haircut immediately became the brunt of Mr. M's massaging
fingers. Perry, thinking it was a fellow student, jumped up
to challenge the offender, only to find Ed with a strained look on his face
trying to wipe Perry's grease from his hands. Duane Woltzen was the teacher
monitor and, of course, this was all staged by these two coaches to show who
was really in charge. Perry meekly sat down to the laughter of tens of
Respond to Jerry at
Gwen Lisk Koda wrote from
I wonder if anyone else
remembers this incident that occurred in Room 316. Mr. X was in
charge of my study hall in 316 and he had a very unique way of
disciplining miscreants. The day I recall, Woody Jones had done something
to earn the punishment. He sat in the next aisle over from me, so I had a
very clear view as Mr. X proceeded to grab Woody by the shoulders and
violently shake him back and forth in his seat. This was not an unusual
episode and would not be worth recounting, except on this particular day,
the girl sitting behind Woody had fallen asleep, hidden behind her
propped-up book. When Woody's muscular football-player body began
slamming back and forth, the whole row of desks vibrated, sending the
sleeping beauty tumbling to the floor. As if this wasn't embarrassing
enough, she was further humiliated by having to spend the rest of the
study period, standing at the front of the room with her back to the
Respond to Gwen at
Leigh Henson wrote from
One of my fondest
memories of Lincoln High occurred in Room 316 and dates to the spring of
1958. After eating lunch, I was messing around the wide hall just outside
the main doors to 316 (when I wasn't breaking into David Lovelace's locker
to stack empty coke bottles there so they would crash onto the hallway
floor when he opened the door. During lunch time, a couple of us also
sometimes sneaked into Mr. Hrehovcsik's science classroom -- had to look up
the spelling of his name, but it still doesn't look right -- , as we
discovered we could turn the doorknob a certain way to jimmy the lock.
Once in his room, we nosed around for graded papers or went out the window
onto the roof of another part of the building.)
Anyway, back to the 316
story. Mr. Jack Bass came out of the nearby teachers' lounge (he and some
others smoked heavily) and said he wanted to talk to me. We walked into
the middle of Room 316. I sat down, and he sat in the seat in front of me
and turned around to talk. Since he was my English teacher at that time,
I thought he was going to offer me some constructive criticism of my work
in his class (see report card on the mementos page of
www.geocities.com/lincolnhigh1960). Instead, he explained that he was
the Lincolnite advisor and needed a sports editor for the coming year, and
he asked me to consider doing this job.
I don't think I really was
interested in that sort of activity because I was a bit shy and
because being on the yearbook staff didn't exactly carry the prestige that
sports participation did. Up till then, about all I did was go out for
cross country, freshman basketball, and track (and was not very good at
any of those things -- I have always been a "late bloomer"). Yet, here was
a teacher I respected who had an "assignment" he was asking me to do, so I
did it. Being on the Lincolnite staff my junior and senior years led to
some of the most "productive" fun I had in high school (I also had my
share of "unproductive" fun).
Some curious dramas
played out in or near Room 316. I remember being in the hall outside 316,
where Jack O. Hodgson liked to patrol. More than once I saw him grab a
water gun from its owner, empty the contents in the student's face, then
with large shoe stomp the plastic gun to pieces. Mark McCullough could
easily march 316 offenders across the hall to his office.
snakes in 316 to break study hall boredom.
Also, as a freshman, I
remember seeing large, dark splotches on the walls there. The splotches
resulted from torpedo bombs hurled by former students. As I remember (but
will need help with the details, folks), a torpedo bomb was constructed of
aluminum foil with a roll of caps at the center of the foil; then a very
large steel ball bearing was placed on top of the caps, and the foil was
twisted to hold these together. The bomb thus had a round "business end"
and a tail, which helped guide the (dumb) bomb. The ball bearing was like
a hammer that exploded the caps all at once when the bomb struck the wall.
Gwen Lisk Koda wrote,
encouraging me, but you may wish you hadn't soon. I seem to be full of
them. When you mentioned Jack Bass, I remembered an incident about him
that's kinda funny. Richard Ingram's locker was next to mine, and we
were both tossing things around in our lockers when Mr. Bass walked by.
He said good morning and I said good morning, Mr. Bass. Richard
muttered something under his breath that sounded like "morning, Mr.
Jackass." Mr. Bass spun around and confronted Richard, who was a head
taller and outweighed him by probably 40 pounds, grabbing him by the
lapels and, lifting him off his feet, slammed him into the locker.
Sounded like a jail cell door closing. I jumped a good three inches in
Now, if you heard this story in this day
and age, Mr. Bass would have been shot or stabbed or, at the very least,
punched silly. However, Richard mumbled an apology, and Mr. Bass walked
on down the hall.
We had different values then or at least a
healthier fear of consequences. I think that the general belief then
was that if you hit a teacher, you were immediately put before a firing
As most of you know, both of the
participants in this incident have passed on. Mr. Bass died only a few
months after this incident. Richard died a few years after high
school. He was electrocuted while helping my dad and my brother, Gary,
put up a sign at what was then called the Blu-Inn.
Leigh Henson wrote,
story featured Mr. X, and so does this one. This incident
also stars Mr. Wellington "Bud" Huffaker, III, LCHS Class of
1960 and one of the
members/readers on this email list. He previously told me he does
not do much email. Yet, he is really the only one who can fully,
accurately tell this story, so perhaps he will send his unabridged
happened some time in the 1956-'57 or '57-58 school years. Bud's
study hall seat was far down a row next to or close to the windows
with the fire escape. Mr. X was at the front of the room taking
roll. Someone threw something like a ball bearing up the floor of
that row, and the object loudly clanged and clattered against the
wrought iron desk legs all the way up the aisle. Mr. X's
head jerked up from the roster, his face grim with rage. He
quickly sized up the situation and decided who the culprit was. Mr. X
had a fast running walk to match his temper, and he quickly reached his
unlucky target and suddenly walloped Bud out of his seat. Problem was
that Mr. X got the wrong guy. As I remember, Mrs. Huffaker came to
school for a conference in search of some justice.
I witnessed this
spontaneous combustion of corporal punishment from my seat nearby, but
I forget who threw the missile (think it was the person sitting
immediately behind Bud). Who else out there remembers Bud's trauma
and is willing to help paint a more accurate, detailed picture of this
Nelson Teichmann wrote from
I remember Room 316, the quarters, occasionally noisily rolled up the aisles interrupting the quiet. I remember one
seemingly calm day in room 316 that was interrupted by a disturbance from
the rear of the room. Suddenly two or three pigeons, having been let loose
by one or two individuals, begin flying around and the calm suddenly
turned into quite a commotion. It was quite a site, a several teachers
had butterfly nets chasing those pigeons and the quarters were rolling
too. Needless to say, not much studying was accomplished during that study
hall, but probably the best entertainment that could had in Lincoln that
Respond to Nelson at
Les Van Bibber wrote
from Lincoln, Illinois:
One of my memories
regarding Room 316 involves the times when Midge Proctor, while serving as
a hall monitor, and would enter Room 316, the boys would stomp their feet to
match each of her steps both when she entered and when she would leave. I
believe teacher Jack Bass was in charge during that time period.
Respond to Lester at
Bob Glick wrote
I remember Room 316 very
well and I am sure I got in trouble from time to time, but the time I
remember most was at the end of my sophomore year when Don Hopp and I went
to the back lakes to catch a snake to let go in the infamous study hall.
Well needless to say our caper backfired on us, because that is the night we
had a wreck on my moped. I was laid up in the hospital for about a week
along with Don. When Don got thrown off the cycle, he was laying spread eagle
in the street knocked out but still holding on to the snake, which was in a
milk carton. I do remember the pigeon episode -- a lot of covered heads and a
lot of laughs.
Respond to Bob at
Linda Sparks Barrick
wrote from Lincoln, Illinois:
I am thoroughly enjoying
everyone's memories -- I have a memory of 316 -- when I was a freshman my
brother caught a bat that had gotten into our home -- I decided to take it to
Mr. Proctor the next day -- On the way to his class, Gerry Dehner stopped me
and said he would take it to Mr. Proctor for me -- Being a trusting soul I
gave the bat to Gerry -- he turned it loose in 316 -- I never did hear if they
ever caught the "culprits."
Linda at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Norm Schroeder wrote
from Plymouth, Wisconsin,
fondly remember the SH in 316 in the old high school. The torpedoes bouncing
off the wall, ball bearings down the aisle and general commotion over by the
windows. What a treat to see the old photo and pick out some of my
Does anyone remember the time when the boy’s downstairs bathroom
was blasted with an M-80? It was close to the end of the school year of May
of 58. There had been a couple of firecrackers set off in the bathroom the
previous week right after lunch. No one was found in the bathroom. The
following week someone took an M-80 and pretty well damaged the “Porcelain
Throne”. From what I remember the bathroom was fairly close to the office on
the main floor. No one was caught as I recall.
Here is how they did it. A
time delay fuse was made from a cigarette. The guys that smoked would take a
few puffs of a cigarette to get it going. Next they would take the fuse of
the Cherry Bomb or M-80 (these really did ROCK!) and stick it into the
slowly burning cigarette. After exiting the bathroom, off to class they
would go. About 5 or 10 minuets later there would be a big blast and
everyone went into the halls to see what had happened. Of course no one was
around, but there was lots of talk about how it was done.
Respond to Norm at email@example.com.
Bob Goebel wrote
from Owensboro, Kentucky:
316 stories -- remember Chuck Roast, Jim Shoe and Bobby Pin signing up
for the library? It took Jim Nordberg(?) most of a semester to catch
Respond to Bob at
Viewed from Among the First Rows Toward the Front
Front Wall of Room 316 Showing Norman Rockwell's "Four Freedoms":
Does This School Scene of the 1950s Show Life Imitating Art?
(Mike Hamilton photo on page 9 of the 1958 Lincolnite)
arrow points to framed photos of LCHS alums from various graduating classes.
The walls outside the front of Room 316 contained many of these. In
the photo above, the white rectangle seen on the front wall encloses Norman
Rockwell's "Four Freedoms": left to right -- Freedom of Speech, Freedom
from Want, Freedom from Fear, and Freedom of Worship. These were
published by the Saturday Evening Post in 1943. The images are adapted
34.10: Front Entrance to
(Photo by Mike Hamilton.
Respond to Mike
The 1900 LCHS Lost
Marble Fountain of Youth
Blanford, LCHS Class of 1959
The following remarkable story was composed and contributed by
Fred Blanford, LCHS Class of 1959, and emailed to 160 LCHS alums of the mid
20-Century on November 5, 2002. It is reprinted here with his
Without getting into a
too long discussion on this point, I would like to assert that Man (meaning
Woman too) does not like the idea of being homogenized. That is to say, Man
likes being an individual -- one apart -- a unique being. However, Man also is
gregarious by nature and thus enjoys being a member of a group -- enjoying the
"group's" individual identity also -- whether Elks or Eagles -- VFW or
Volunteer Fire Dept. The transitory nature of temporal life is disturbing
along the lines of "Is that all there is?"
As an upshot -- Man goes through life -- sometimes symbolically other times
literally "marking his territory" as a means of memorializing his passage.
Initials carved in trees, desks, park benches--names or hand
prints left in fresh concrete -- headstones in cemeteries. Many hope that the
archives of their groups will preserve their names -- and hopefully to some
extent -- the "mark" they made in passing.
The LCHS Class of 19?? meant to mark their passage when
they donated the wherewithal to provide a useful gift for those groups that
would come after -- a fountain -- marble I think. It was a large and handsome
fixture -- solid -- intended for permanence. For those who may have forgotten,
I have attached a pic. Unfortunately for the younger participants -- only a
glimpse into the past you did not know.
At this juncture I had meant to say "And thereby hangs
a tale." (The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1) but thought Leigh would
"tsk tsk" if I didn't have the words quite right -- so I looked it up and
along the way
found Wm. Shakespeare also allegedly said ". . . as tedious as a twice-told
tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man." This sounded a cautionary
note. To those familiar with the tale(s)--I apologize.
Once upon a time there
was a group (160 give or take) of individuals loosely known as the LCHS
Class of 1959. They were the usual bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, eager to . .
.etc., that you find in prickly young (17yrs or thereabouts) people.
Casting about for ways to assert their (collective) individuality and
disdain for the establishment and its rules -- they (I cannot state which one
said it first) hit upon the idea (obviously not original) of re-instituting
the Homecoming practice of "whitewashing" the streets. While in years past
this had been a common HS activity -- with the regime change (that's not
always a positive thing) and the hegemony of "The Comrade" that practice had
been outlawed -- Verboten!
A pickup truck, a 5-gal drum or so, some old
brooms -- and we were in business. At least one adult was involved
(attribution later) as he provided the truck, the drums AND he had checked
with the local law enforcement authorities to see if anybody was going to
get jailed over this.
When The Comrade looked out the next
morning -- curb-to-curb letters "SMILE." Once the genie had escaped the
bottle (or the toothpaste had been squeezed out of the tube) -- the ban was
over. An annual occurrence now -- did the Class of 59 manage to
re-institutionalize this "tradition?"
If that was the whole tale -- it wouldn't be much -- and
would definitely not be "on topic." You see -- that lively young Class was
the first round of seniors that would graduate from the NEW school on Primm
34.11: Classic Marble
Fountain, the Centerpiece of Happy Socializing in the Yellow-Brick Lincoln
Community High School of 1900
scene is undated, but is from the late 1950s. Rare photo provided
by Fred Blanford and probably taken by Mike Hamilton.
The older part of the
"old HS" was being torn down. If that was not indignity enough to the
memories of so many who had gone before -- The Fountain was dismantled and
lying in pieces on the front lawn with grass growing up around it.
Word was "IT" was to be preserved and installed at the new school -- but
nothing appeared to be happening with it. Too much disrespect for
those soon-to-be alums to take.
One dark night it disappeared.
It departed in the bed of a truck stained with whitewash. It was put into
"storage" behind some 55-gal drums that also seemed to be similarly stained.
There it languished for months. Nothing was ever said publicly about
this disappearance. The
Courier didn't even pick up
on its absence.
Months later, shortly before this group was to
"commence," the decision was made to return the reassembled
fountain -- installing it on the front lawn of the new school -- as a reminder
of the promise that it would be incorporated into the new student
environment. Fearing retribution -- the group determined that a post-midnight return would be appropriate and judicious -- there for all to see the
next day -- without anyone losing the right to walk across the stage.
Come the evening of the return, a suitable number
of strong young lads assembled, loaded the fountain into the pickup and then
jumped in themselves. While cruising the town waiting for the exactly
time for restoration -- the pickup load of teenage boys for some reason piqued
the interest of one of Lincoln's Finest -- Patrolman (later Chief) John Wodetzski -- an LCHS alum himself -- who decided to investigate. When his
gumball lit up -- occupants of the pickup started jumping and the driver gave
some thought to "fleeing and eluding."
I am not able to
say from first-hand knowledge how many were questioned by Patrolman W--as I
made it safely home -- as did quite a number of others. When we
reassembled that night -- the one end of the story was that Patrolman W
thought it was a riot -- that we had lifted the thing in the first place AND
that we had all fled for fear of going to jail. He got a big kick out
of the adventure.
Another sidelight was
that (here's where the names really start getting named) Walter Wall (a.k.a.
Bud or Buddy) had made it home safely -- but got to feeling badly that
others had gotten caught -- went down to City Hall and turned himself in --
to the desk sergeant who didn't know what the hell he was talking about
since John W hadn't reported anything. Now that is leadership -- what
we hear so much about in this silly season -- Bud was the Student
Council President at that time.
In any case, the fountain
was -- late that night -- reassembled on the front lawn for all to see the next
morning -- but none got to see it. The Comrade must have gotten some
very out-of-sorts custodians out of bed verrry early that morning -- it was gone
and nothing was ever said by the administration.
as Shown in the 1958 Lincolnite
Gene Miles and Margaret Moore,
both LCHS Class of 1958. Photo by Mike Hamilton, also Class of 1958.
For years (I
checked for a while) The Fountain sat stored in a dusty corner of what was
then the bus garage of the new facility. I do not know if any attempt
was made to incorporate this memorial into the new facility -- or if it has
been done to this day -- or if it has disappeared into some individual's
garage as a curio -- or a dump?? I believe most of the participants felt
The Fountain needed to be restored to a place of
prominence in the life of LCHS students.
If it is not so dedicated at the present -- so much for
the good intentions of the LCHS Class of 19??. The initials they carved
were certainly less long-lived than I think any of them could have imagined.
It is for this reason that I despair. Will any artifacts be preserved from
either school they are about to raze? Will the new "cookie cutter" school
buildings turn out better students when they have never looked up and
wondered about or aspired "To Reveal Truth & Beauty?"
Chuck McGee was the classmate driving the truck. His
Dad, Floyd, was the adult that knew of and checked out the whitewashing -- and
he knew of and helped in the "storage" of the fountain. That's all the
names for this time out. Bud participates here and can defend himself. I
have been trying to get Chuck to participate (I hope he has at least been
lurking at the site -- I do Bcc him) and hope maybe he will jump in now to
help (with Bud) clarify any portion my memory may have fogged.
The Saga of the Fountain
(with riffs about whitewash) has been told and retold as the once youthful
warriors relive their own "Blows Against The Empire." The first two
words of the previous quote attributed to WmS were "Life is . . .." and I would disagree in part. When
you have heard the tale before it may be tedious -- but for the person who
lived the life and remembered -- it can be precious. For others it may be a
trigger for their own fond memories." Fred Blanford
In memory of my dear,
native Lincolnite friend, Fred Blanford (1941--2008)
Caper (or, the Comrade's Commode)
by Leigh Henson, LCHS Class of
The Class of 1960 was also traumatically affected by
the demolition of the 1900 yellow-brick building. After all, many of
our parents and other relatives had sought enlightenment in these very
halls. My maternal Grandmother Blanch Hoblit Wilson had graduated from
there in 1918. In high school I used to see her picture in those large
hanging, hinged photo folders that had been installed on the walls of the
second floor in the1959 building. I wonder if they are still there,
but won't hold my breath. And the old building was the center of
learning administered by such pedagogic legends and Jack O. Hodgson, Mark
McCullough, and W.C. Handlin.
The Class of 1960
historic preservation project was somewhat less ambitious and less noble
than that of our older classmates and is unworthy of historic record.
But perhaps some of the
perverted mindset of that adolescent time and gang yet lives, and so, gentle
readers, the tale is told -- but beware, it holds no interesting plot twists,
no universal truths of human nature, no redeeming qualities, and no mystery.
In the late fall of 1959,
the Classes of 1959, 60, 61, and 62 were enjoying the new school on Primm
Road at the east edge of town, far from the old campus; and the demolition
of the 1900 structure had begun.
The photo at the right, taken
from the 1959 Lincolnite, shows that the 4th floor and some of the building's interior
had been removed to the front lawn, where undoubtedly it waited to be hauled
off to the dump -- no auction then to attract collectors of antiques or junk,
flea market venders, or future eBay entrepreneurs.
The image is not clear or
large enough to show exactly what the undervalued treasures were.
34.13: Photo of the Demolition of
1900 LCHS Building
(Photo the 1959
Lincolnite. Photo is a montage including the pic of beloved teacher
and Lincolnite advisor, Jack Bass -- his pic taken at the beach --?, his ghostly image here
looming over the scene like the gentle, bemused soul that he was.
Smoke from chimney added as the humor (?) of anachronism, although the chimney
was not demolished and remains as of 2002. Room 412, above Miss Eiten's, has already been removed)
This footnote incident
began and ended on a dark and unstormy night around Halloween time in 1959.
Several members of the DCHA,
an unsanctioned club devoted simultaneously to youthful irreverence and school spirit, had
gathered at its headquarters (fronted as Dial & Jones's Texaco Station at
the corner of Fifth and Union).
It was a nightly
assembly --seven days a week. I don't remember who came up with the
brilliant idea and plan that followed, as we were always dynamically engaged
in mischievous brainstorming whenever more than two of us met. I don't
know if we were trying to emulate our mentors in the Class of 1959 or what.
After all, they had absconded with the Holy Grail of the 1900 building, so what was left for us to do? Well, we devised our own
We proceeded under cover
of darkness to the alley behind the school. From there we moved
quickly to the front, where numerous lavatory fixtures were just sitting on
the lawn. As I recall, there were enough of us to pick up and try to
make off with several thrones. In this haste, at least one was dropped
and broken, shattering with a noisy clatter.
One toilet was
successfully carried across Broadway to the athletic field and then to the
back of Central School. From there it was less than a block to Comrade Kriviskey's
house on 8th Street -- the same house where one of the crew's family would
later reside after the Comrade moved away (crew member also a member of this
list). The crapper was delivered to the Comrade's front porch, and the
moving crew quickly dispersed.
Did the Comrade think the
moving crew was suggesting he keep the commode as a cherished souvenir of
his benevolent dictatorship? We offered him a chance to take a
valuable antique guilt-free on the sly. As far as I know, there was no
investigation. Was the commode taken, coveted, and passed on to his
I am told there were other unannounced visits to the Comrade's front
porch --you know, the usual "stuffed brown bag afire, ring the doorbell, and
The Incident of the Jivaro
Shrunken Head Novelty
by Fred Blanford
On the [Room] 316 pic
[34.10 above] -- I at first had trouble. I kept trying to justify it as a pic shot
from the stairs going to Room 412 (right next to The Down Staircase) and could
not remember the alum photo albums being there -- nor could I place the fire
escape nor left interior wall seen inside the room. It finally occurred to
me -- this is a shot of the front door to 316 not the side door. Witness the
mass of humanity fleeing from or entering 316. Room 316 -- I don't know if
there was ever one like it before --but am willing to bet there will never be
another like it again.
Some memories come easier
than others. Just to the left of the fire escape sits Room 317 -- where Arlette Eiten taught me at least Frosh & Jr. English. I think
in the pre-locker days 317 may have been what was quaintly referred to
(especially in my grade schools) as a "cloak room" in its original
Rooms 317 & 412--there
again (literally) hangs a tale. Do you all remember Room 412? I thought not. It was situated above 316, 317 &
Mark McCullough's office.
During my Jr. year -- Dale Hansch supervised the
Railsplitter activities in 412. He was the teacher that got the
ditto master or whatever you call it for Vic Gibson and me.
We mapped out and he
(Dale) reproduced our chess board -- so Vic and I (we had very similar
schedules) could keep our (pencil and eraser) chess game going from class to
In any case, Steve Allison contributed the "Original Jivaro Shrunken
Head" (a beautiful dangle from one's rearview mirror) which got dangled from
the window of 412 to visit Barry Allen et al. in the English class Arlette
had beneath our Railsplitter "period."
34.14: Jivaro Shunken
These fist-sized, rubberized-plastic novelties were suspended from the
rearview mirrors in the coolest cars of the 1950s. The above image is from
Can't remember just who
did the dangle -- Steve or Vic or Jim Murray -- but the next thing I knew was
that somebody said, "I had it hanging out there and all the sudden it was
snatched away." Next thing we knew -- here stood Arlette in our midst -- one hand on a hip the other swinging
in a large circle -- one Original Jivaro Shrunken Head. No other heads rolled
as a result.
Room 412 had a very small
"stage" complete with curtains -- where some of the plays were rehearsed and
which functioned as a make-up room for productions (the few) done on the gym
stage instead of the Grand Theater or Lincoln College stages.
Arlette Eiten and Dale Hansch both contributed greatly
to the enjoyable nature of my sojourn in the LCHS confines.
George Kriviskey, aka "the Comrade"
Mr. Mark McCullough,
Miss Arlette Eiten, English Teacher
Mr. Dale Hansch,
did not make my experience at LCHS enjoyable, but he taught me a lesson.
He was my English teacher in my junior year (1958-59). During one
six-week period, he based our grade on the only grade he had for us during
that period -- an unannounced quiz over a daily homework reading assignment.
I had not read the assignment, got a D on the quiz, and so "earned" a D
for my six weeks' grade.
I taught literature for 30 years during my
first career as an English teacher at Pekin Community High School.
Throughout that time, I always based students' grades on numerous
unannounced quizzes and announced major tests. That's not to say none of my
students ever received a D -- or worse.
In a 1970s
conversation I had with Mr. Bill Smock, long-time band director at LCHS, he
told me that Mr. Hansch had moved to California in the early
1960s. Mr. Smock said that Mr. Hansch traveled to California
during Easter vacation, walked into some school district central office,
identified himself as an English teacher, was offered a job, and took it on
were years of high teacher turnover. I recall early in my career in
the 1960s when Pekin High had 30 to 40 new teachers every year.
34.19: Remnant of the
Yellow-Brick LCHS Chimney
What a striking monument, with
plaque, this chimney remnant would make!
Note: the town disregarded my brilliant suggestion, and the chimney was
(Leigh Henson photo, December, 2002)
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