Bayless High School - Oracle Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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GIRLS v lean and Elaine are the rnost peculiar girlsl lean has braided hair and Elaine bobbing curls: That's the only difference between the happy pair: When you see the swinging braid, you know the curls are there. They live across the roadway and they wave a fond Goodnight And they call across Good-Morning at the very earliest light. They do their work together and they study and they play: They have to see each other at least twenty times a day. They talk and laugh and chatter till you'd think that they had said Every single thing that could be found within a girl's head. But when they sleep together after talking all the day: They have to wake each other up-they have so much to say! But in all the tongues we speak Whether French, or German, Latin, or Greek Sufficient Words are lacking: they have a language all their own, Their invention of some symbols that they use when all alone. Elaine Genard, '41 L 5 ZF 4 'r In It W .Q it kg , an ,iii 2 ' :fr ,W - - Stay, 'Q g. if 9 I x - L A ,,'.,,g.g, . ' is-f ll ' X L, - N xl ,fvskk i T , mzucr. M14 'X -

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SHY BOY OF BOLD SIXTEEN V Is it really so much fun, after once you have begun To entertain the girls in seats of nearby regions, That you make them squeal and titter, Make their laughs burs. with a boom And halt admirably-halt sarcastically Attract the looks of all the room. Do you feel, oh, so supreme, Shy boy oi bold sixteen? Do you feel like an almighty climbing realms Tell me, oh thou youth of youths, ls it hot, there in the limelight? Now you've won a letter on the team, Your some innocent maiden's rarest dream But thou art such a fool it seems, Shy boy of bold sixteen. of pure delight, Elsie l-laack, '39 NIGHT AT BAYLESS V Since this is the first year I have participated in a play, coming to school at night is a novel as well as thrilling idea to me. During the day, the building is bursting with activity. Walk- ing down the hall one hears teachers' voices, singing from the music room, shouts from the gym, and as We descend the steps, the pounding of hammers and Whir of electric saws. But at night a death-like silence pervades the place. The rooms are empty and dark. The halls seem long and dim and the radiator at the end of the hall, reminds one of a coffin. It frightens me to stand alone in the dim corridors Where a single foot-tall is unnerving and where a shrill giggle is re- echoed until it sounds positively eerie. In fact, it frightens me, sitting safely at home, just thinking about it, so that I guess l'll lapse back into my usual mental blankness. LaVerne Tobin, '39 -ID 7 K gn- . L 'llm-1: 'J U Xws,i.,,r,1, I- wi: I , ., , ffl! g 'A' ' l l ig!,,.u -riwn , 2314