Charles W Baker High School - Lyre Yearbook (Baldwinsville, NY)

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10 THE SENIOR LYRE Mary Elizabeth, owns and operates the most properous candy fac- tory in Syracuse. Doris Garrett, our sweet little valedictorian, who entertained us at so many of our gatherings, what of her after graduation? She went to College, where she proved herself in scholarship, winning honors at Vassar. She had many aspirations as a new woman, but these floated away like the “famous castles in Spain,” all because of a new style which arrived from Paris. This required that every up-to-date young woman walk with a Kane. In Donald’s profes- sion, as a bacteriologist, Doris is an excellent helpmate, for here she can make use of her knowledge. The women’s movement has developed wonderfully in these twenty years. Many shy girls have become surprises to their friends. Fancy Avis Messick and Frances Johnson as prominent members of the New York City Suffrage League, leading a wom- an’s suffrage parade along Fifth Avenue! Catherine Mangan is the most prosperous of the girls. She owns a gum factory; with one year’s surplus from this, she has built the large church of St. Stanley. Esther said she would never change the H-a-r-r-i of her name but did not say she would always keep it Harrington. Since her college days we have heard of her again and again as one of the greatest orators in the world. Willard has become really famous because of his remarkable knowledge of English History. As professor of this subject he still prefers the young Queens. Marjorie Ulrich and Martha Reaves, whom we all knew to be very studious, have turned their thoughts to a good cause; they have gone to Germany as Red Cross nurses. Leo has become a geographical expert and has traveled extens- ively : but he still finds that his greatest interests center around Venitiza, or shall we give it the English pronunciation—Venetia? You are wondering about Helen. She proved very convincingly that year we graduated was leap year, for it was but three weeks after commencement that she captured our Class President, Ned, now the Hon. Edward P . Giddings. MARJORIE SHEA. CHARACTER SKETCHES Frances Johnson—Member Literary Club. Plans to make a contract with the Danderine Company to advertise their well-known product. Takes herself seriously. A philosopher. Says we are descended from monkeys. Faculty agrees with her—think some of us haven’t descended yet. Donald E. Kane—•‘Bullet”—Football Hero. Aids Soule and VanDenburg in target practice. Says you can’t be strong eater at Cholets—you soon get weak. Employed by contractors to test the wearing quality of certain South Side sidewalks. You know all about him, why bother the editors.

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THE SENIOR LYRE 9 GLASS PROPHECY After 20 years spent in wandering and in studying the myster- ious lore of the East, I return to my old home. Here, after the greetings of my parents and relatives, I perceive that my mind, turns to my classmates of 1916. I think first of our Class President, who I remember was Ned Giddings. He is now a staid, married man. Of course we all knew how that would be, for he could not endure having the young lady, one of the girls of our class, out of his sight for a single minute twenty years ago. Then there is Olin Haydon. 1 see that he is not onl)' editor, but also owner of one of the leading newspapers in New York City, for he cannot lay newspaper work aside. Vera? Why she has joined the moving pictures, where she is taking the part of the Midget. Since one could never tell what would become of Grenville, for it looked pretty bad for him when he used to go to sleep and even snore in school, I am unable to say what he is doing. I am very certain, however, about Marion Slauson, Mary L. Ma- loney and Catherine McCarthy; they have gained great fame in the educational world. Oleatha is now posing for the great artist, Gifford. We all ex- pected this from various incidents during the last of our school days. Frieda, a great lover of animals, has established several orphan- ages for stray cats, her favorite kind of pets. You all remember Alphonsus’ great power of persuasive speech, as shown in his winning of prize and debate; therefore you will not be surprised to learn that he is now a member of United States Congress, where his oratory has helped win world peace. Hazel Aller and Helen Vader, having read the advertisements concerning the homesteads offered by the Canadian Pacific, went to Canada, where they roughed it for a few years. Later they came back to this country very prosperous. Hazel, who then went to College, is now President of Bryn Mawr. Helen, after engaging in many kinds of business, has found the old matrimonial agency of the training class best, for she has made it very successful as its satisfied patrons everywhere proclaim. Donald Van Denburg, although he has tried several professions, still finds himself ever turning back to the scenes of his childhood, for he can never be happy unless chewing a straw. To-day he is President of one of the largest Agricultural Colleges in the world. Payne, the star in international athletics, has finally settled down to quiet domestic life. Edgar Tappan, a civil engineer, is now occupied in surveying interesting Hills. Longfellow says, “School traits and school dreams are some- times prophecies and sometimes longings wild and vain.” The former has proved true of Martha La Garry, who as successor of

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THE SENIOR LYRE 11 DECLARATION—CLASS ORATION (ADAPTED) EDUCATION AND SERVICE Classmates:—For four years our little fleet has been riding in harbor ; to-day the anchors are weighed and slowly we drop to- gether down the tide. A few hours more and these clustering sails will be scattered and fading specks, each in its own horizon, strain- ing or drifting toward the goal. And now, as we still linger in the narrows side by side, the common school life grows foreign, and we turn from the insignificant and the petty to the thought of some worthy life principle, the vision of some high and comprehensive ideal which may waken, ’ere we part, our finest purpose and de- votion. Let us then for a little consider service as a motive and an aim, and its peculiar claims upon education. The world has ever been slow to recognize the beauty and the power of love. Ancient paganism bowing first to force of arms and then of brain has enthroned its successive ideals in warring Mars and intriguing Jupiter; humanity progressed indeed beneath its sway: they fought, and built, and sang, but selfishness was at its heart: along the streets of cultured Athens and barbaric Babylon alike, no hospital or asylum ever rose. That genius might philoso- phise at midnight feasts, the slaves of Greece perished uncounted in her mines. The worth of man as man was unknown ; individ- uals were lost in the moving mass, and if they fell the procession never paused. But paganism was spent, its1 mission achieved and at last, heralded by the song of “Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men,” the revelation of love was flashed upon the world; supple- menting the independent spirit of the Teuton. Christianity has invested the individual with transcendent worth. For centuries the light, grown dim at times, has been gaining slowly on the darkness: hate has slain, but mercy has soothed and cruelty has been relieved by heroic sacrifice. To-day sacrifice is an unfrequented path no longer, the great- est men and women of the age are daily struggling along its thorny way. Think you then, that we. members of the partnership of men. who have been permitted to appropriate the best heart and brain of the century to interpret the autobiography of the earth and the message of the stars, to read the present in the light of the past and to forecast the morrow from the trend of to-day, we who have become, in the words of Emerson, “the favorites of heaven and earth,” think you we may clutch these gifts without a debt to yonder pallid clerk or grimy, dust-choked miner? Has the acci- dent of education dissolved the bond of brotherhood or sealed the fountains of sympathy and gratitude within us? Aye, were there no questions of duty from sheerest gratitude our life should shower into service. Scholarship is a trust, and woe to that steward who turns a miser. There are those to whom their education is a mere handicap in a race of self-advancement; its gifts of mental grasp and insight but so much capital whose investment concern them-