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

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TIMES HAVE CHANGED v How times have changed from olden days when Grandma was a girl, And wore a ribbon in her hair to hold a straying curl, Those days will never come again, but now and then we sigh And think of things that used to be before they had to die. A chaperon was quite the thing in days of long ago When Iohn and Mary went to see a good old-fashioned show A maicaen blushed to show her arms when sleeves were rolled a it And mothers used to sternly say, We'll have no more of itl Yes, times have changed from olden days and just between you and me, There's little use in wishing for things that used to be. They've gone with all old-fashioned things, they're as distant as a star There's nothing quite as good on earth as things just as they are. Dolores Schellhase J J' Ak 112114 QQ, sg?-at ,N dj, f, t L Xi? -.-ri' f- 1, F If 1 rj , -:L 'J .. ylmfvltwf l '5 ' e y! k -35 3, 75, it 5,33 ,jf Y , '..,,.,,. -1 - ,..-- k gpg,l'f-, . . , -sv .4- ,Q '4

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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

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THEDETOUR 'v As you stumble along that wearisome road, That ribbon-like essence of strife. Don't get discouraged though heavy your load, For it represents the struggle of life! When finally you come to a really smooth stretch Of the route, with much darkness ahead, Ominous, mysterious, ogre-like blackness Like Valhalla, the home of the dead. But as you approach, you may see there a sign Near which a rough rutted side road appears, Detour, the sign says, you've made a mistake. Resign to your fate! Don't stop to shed tears! But don't get discouraged, don't alter your pace, lust keep your head high and a smile on your face: The detour will come out on a beautiful lane That's free from ill, weary heartache and pain. Shirley Kaeser. BUSINESS V Dim-yellow lighted, By muddy soot covered Windows, Shaded by narrow, green blinds, edges ragged, Sticky cuspidors in dusty corners- A den made drab by Webby ceilings and Streaked Walls held up and apart by The thick fog of smoke issuing From frustrated human beings- This-a criminal lawyer's office in A wretched downtown district. ln this atmosphere of low poyvered lights, Where a single brilliant mind prods and plugs To master the problems of lowly offenders, In these sordid surroundings Felons find haven and counsel. Is there any reason for such dregs? Yet they persist, for some cannot resist Temptation. Robert Bronson, '40 '40 48 tf '- '--f JJ U xi TL. lifts