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

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18 THE SENIOR LYRE This “Senior Lyre” you mustn’t forget Because of its wonderous themes; The authors of it I am sure you’ve met, They need no mention, it seems. In possessing a paper all our own We’ve created an idea new, But “Class Day” also gives a tone That’s tuneful to more than a few. Our officers and truly honored ones Are the best that one could find, Though their being “best” does not mean That the others are far behind; For each have honors in their own way, Singers and orators hath we, And e’en those who plan to survey In the realms of sociology. Now where could you find a singer as grand As the one of whom we boast? He’s known throughout the entire land From B’ville to the coast. Honored are we by a speller fine, - She’s won a great deal fame. And so on down along the line Each some honors may claim. In “Big” a comrade strong have we, Yet ’tis difficult to know Whether he’d prefer an athlete to be Or over on—Grove Street go. But there are others who stroll apart On the other side of our town, To Helen, fair, who wins each heart By smiles and ne’er a frown. Our president. “Ned,” to us is an aid, For we graduates, you know. Need someone who is calm and staid To help our plans to grow; He has always been quite shy With girls, but now of late He deems all arguments very dry Lest they discuss her fate. A prophecy should each class own, So we chose Miss Shea—who can sec Events to come to us alone For our “prophetess” to be; That she’s seldom serious you need not be told. It may be this is due To the fact that she lives on the “Sixty” Road, As she acts like “sixty”, too. Now ’Phonse, our class day orator, Is known throughout the town As being a friend of the ladies more Than studying for renown;

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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.

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THE SENIOR LYRE 19 First he lias one and then another, No one knows his choice, But then he’ll probably take the other, Who’ll be won by the lure of his voice. But, oh, don’t think that we can do With one orator to speak, We found that we must needs have two, The other is Olin—meek. Though of the girls very fond is he, Yet when they are nigh If the word propose spoken be, (Oh how he trembles) It’s leap year—that’s why! The property this class does own Is so valuable you see; Rather than let it be ruthlessly blown To the winds and o’er the sea, We chose to draw up a pompous will; This grave duty was given to Our Marian, possessed of greatest skill. And who legal matters knew. In this time of terrible war and strife Preparedness is thought To be essential in preserving life, So therefore this class has brought A “d-(r?)um d-(r?)um” bullet possessed of power So great and yet so rare That he might, if he chose, capture a town, But for only a Garrett” doth he care. ’Tis true each one should know just what Has been our History; Our Historian” will tell all but One little mystery, And that is how she’s found the time So many studies to take, And yet to be sublime From Freshman Boys to churchmen sedate, For both do follow in her wake. Our valedictorian, bright and fair, Has always liked her work. Her greatest worry has been her hair, Though her tasks she never shirks; That she is next to our youngest lass Proves that age” be not the cause To win the highest place in class, ’Tis brains it takes to win applause. Our very youngest girl is next In honors—for you see Mary Louise sought study” as her text, When in school she came to be. But though her marks are always high. We fear ’twill be her fate— Though now she is so very shy To win a real tall mate.