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

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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.

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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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20 THE SENIOR LYRE I would there were time for me to tell Of the accomplishments of each; Artists and scientists have we, as well As others who. will teach; But you all know how very great The other students be; For further information wait For our “Senior Lyre” to see. Oil what will this High School ever do Without the smile so sweet? That belongs in this class to more than a few, ’Tis the kind you seldom meet. But we are leav ing quite some wit You to gladden and cheer, For Paul and Carroll will always sit In 3'our school from year to year. We know you will miss us, one and all. Though other classes may come To take our place in these dear old halls And waste some time in fun. We realize now what commencement means And regret alas! too late! That we did waste one hour in schemes And let our studies wait. Since we regret lost moments now. With eagerness we feign would endow The Juniors with a word of advice,— “Don’t all your valuable time allow For dreams. Be more concise, And now your golden moments use, Lest ye awake some day To find the world will not excuse The time ye spent in play.” Adieu to all I now must say, ’Tis not without regret, For school is dearer than we may Realize as yet. And oh! “Farewell” to us is sad, We love our High School dear, And though for Commencement we arc glad, Good-bye” causes many a tear. But we will meet again some day. Though now our paths divide; We’ll strive our best to fully repay The aid you did provide. That we did glean some fruits of knowledge We hope our lives will prove, Though some, ’tis true, may be in college, And some in plain walks move; It matters not what life may give, For be it great or small, We can and will endeavor to live True to our motto’s call. ESTHER F. HARRINGTON.