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

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ACADEMY AND CAMPUS

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16 THE SENIOR LYRE CHARACTER SKETCHES Martha Reeves. Fortunate in that she has but two girl enemies and they are not on speaking terms. Wonders how Hayden can argue in a debate. Says if she were in his place she would shake so that she could not hold an opin- ion. Debating on whether to take cooking or vocal lessons. Can't decide which the family could endure best. Freida Schulke—Naturalized Citizen of B. H. S. Feels aggrieved Jf marked below 98%. Says she is going to leave her brain to advance science. Bacteriology? Oleatha Schultz—“Stiffy.” Informs us that her family is raising several varieties of Plymouth Rocks and Leghorns in their garden this year. German descent and hasn’t gone far. Member Literary Club, Glee Club. Alphonsus Sinnett—“Fui Phonse.” Queer, always insists that some one accompany him on the piano when taking physical culture lessons. Gets addressed Prof. Sinnett. Chief oc- cupation is trying to make an impression among the co-eds. Thinks he is successful. Member Debate Club and Chief of Debate team. Marion Slauson— Latin Shark.” Business connections with Williams Co. in the way of promissory notes. Served as waitress at the Literary Club banquet. Brought the food to the table so fast that it turned stone cold. By her excellent work in spelling our eyes were gladdened by the trophy cup for one month. Mem- ber Literary Club. Grenville Soule—“Soup.” The flying Dutchman. Formerly had business interests in Phoenix. Great athlete at Euclid. Talks German like a native of Iceland. Edgar Tappan—“Tap Oddie.” The Old War Horse. Here is Edgar, sweet as May Waiting here for Judgment Day. He preserves a cosmic calm Caring not a cosmic da(h)m What may come. Member Debate Club. Marjorie Ulrich. Tries to make an example for Freshmen. Thinks she is successful. Does not believe in woman suffrage—says she suffers enough now, espe- cially in bookkeeping class. Great admirer of Columbus—says he had great national pride—he saw America first. Member Literary Club. Helen Vader. Our third school marm. Surely the reader will mark what an indus- trious class this is. Chemistry shark—says that oxides make the best kind of leather. Waiting for the time when Sophomores are stationed on every street corner. Little Red Riding Hood.” Member Literary Club. Donald Van Denburb—“Don Van.” Accomplished spoonoid. During the first three years did not do well, but did Weller during senior year. Made the astounding discovery that Thanksgiving comes on Thursday this j'ear. This is the Mud Lake Van Denburg. Member Debate Club. Willard Van Denburg—“Bill Van.” Ex-proprietor of the Grange confectionery store. Goes to sleep in classes to avoid being called on. Possessed of a cute face and one of the cutest bits of intellect in school. Member Debate Club. This is the Dead Creek Van Denburg.

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THE SENIOR LYRE 17 (Class |lom Oli, what will ye hear, my listeners fair? Oh, what will ye hear this night? Shall I sing you a song of the Summer Cheer Or of graduates fair and bright? Of the graduates fair and bright did you say? Then list ye with attentive ears. For the tale I now before you lay Will ne’er be equalled in years. For these graduates’ charm would justice do To the pen of Homer of old. Or e’en our Lowell and Longfellow, too, Would delight our glories to unfold. But since my classmates failed to choose A poet of wondrous fame— Oh, guide me well, thou faithful muse. Now lest I fail to proclaim To all the world our worthy name.” We are proud of our class this year Because of our numbers, you know, No ne’er were there graduates here Who all with honors did glow. Baldwinsville surely ought to be proud, Though many are the classes it has seen, Never as large and as bright a crowd As the one which is present, I ween. Others are proud of us, too, you see, They’ve shown it in many ways. By “others I mean the “Faculty”, They know that study pays. And they tried each year to have us pass Now since we’re through; they’ll keep Their briny tears for another class, And now neither wail nor weep. A lovely hobby have we this year, It’s been order from first to last E’en in our meetings—do you hear? No one spoke unless they were asked( ?). The motto, too, of this class is true Of the example we desire to set. For To Be” has always been our cue And never “To Seem” as yet. Our girls are brighter, you’ll have to admit. Than the nineteen sixteen boys. For they have furnished all the wit, While the lads supplied—the Noise! But the brains of the girls, though they arc so clever, For the paper failed to suffice, Those sketches! None save boys could ever Have composed with so much spice.