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

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Miss W.—Clara, what is a “copperhead”?—Great commotions in class. Miss W.—We will wait until the class comes to order—All right, Clara, we’ll listen to a copperhead. Mary—Did you get that example in Geometry? Alada—'No. Mary—How near were you to the right answer. Alada—Oh! about vve' seats away. J. Miller—Can a person be punished for something he hasn’t done? Miss Mawhinney—Why, of course not. J. Miller—Good! I haven’t done my Latin. THE SOPHOMORE PICNIC The Junior-Senior banquet which was such a success spurred the Soph- omore Class into action. .Some of this lower class decided that they wanted a picnic. So ac- cordingly they got together one night and made plans for it. This picnic was held at Mills’ Landing about five miles from Baldwins- ville on the Seneca River. Cars took the members to this place. Two couples wont by motorboat with Arthur Fellows. Someone mentioned eats and little Arthur volunteered to go across the river after some water. Well that part was all right, but when he tried to start the engine, it simply refused to start. After much work and getting no results, Morris Decker decided he didn’t want to go and promptly got out of the boat. He simply must have been the Hoodoo, for as soon as he had left the boat, it decided to go. Another incident of the trip, which served to make it more enjoyable for all but the one concerned, was when Charles Young got mired in the swamp. It was heard that he sunk in up to his knees, but anyone who has seen Charles knows that it is a long ways from his knees to the ground and that this would hardly be possible. The party enjoyed a well prepared lunch and returned home about eight or nine o’clock. The chaperons were Miss Mawhinney and Miss Mott. Now it has been heard that the Freshman Class are making plans for a picnic to be held at the same place as the Sophomore picnic. FACULTY It is a mystery to me why people ask what Mr. Elden’s middle name is, when they ought to know that he stands for Efficiency. A pupil was trying to answer a question about which she unfortunately knew nothing, the other day, and Miss Wormuth kindly informed her that she was off—way off.” iShe was right. And I declare, I do not think that there is a foxier little I.M.P. than Miss I. M. Pike. She loves to get hold of a merry roomful of boys and girls, and lead them into tellingher stories by the hour, and yard too. A pupil has been giving the teachers quite a little trouble lately. Miss Tanner said she would attend to her. Leave her to Tanner, she will tan’er. Several of our teachers are leaving us to venture into higher altitudes of knowledge. Miss Kenyon is about to become a June bride. It is also rumored that Misses Mawhinney and Reynolds are also. 13

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John Randolph, Jr., Junior at Yale.............................Neil Adsit Mrs. Penelope Winslow.......................................Olivia Moyer This is a story of the Randolph family who are greatly disturbed to hear that their father has married again. John and Marjorie on hastening home from college are surprised to find no one at home but Leo and “father's friend” whom Leo introduces as “Sally Lunn.” The supposed loss of Mr. Randolph’s papers adds to the confusion. However, all ends well when it is discovered that “Sally Lunn” is the new stepmother who, in order to help Leo, who was without a partner for the dance, had dressed as a young girl to go with him. JOKES Clara—My cheeks are on fire. Barton—I thought I smelled burned paint. Tailor—Do you want me to cuff your trousers?. Art F.—Do you want me to slap your face? Frosh—Isn’t our David just wonderful? Soph—Yes! ’He hits their bat no matter where it is. Curtiss—Say, what would you do if you were in my shoes? Bill—Get a shine. Mr. Elden—Tobacco should all be destroyed. Barton—Yes. sir! I’m doing my best to burn up last year’s crop. Evelyn—Hey, Claud, will you play four halves this game? Vera—I thought you took Latin last year. Jimmie—I did but the faculty encored me. Voice at telephone—:Say, Kate, will you go to the movies tonight? Kathryn—Sure! Who is it? Teacher—Use the word “disarrange” in a sentence. Tony—When pa goes to light the stove he say, “Damma dissa-range.” Gordon shows extraordinary taste in selecting tablets, the inscription “Little Hustler.” His pad bears Miss W.—Where was the Declaration of Independence signed9 Claud—At the bottom. Miss Pike—Parse the word kiss. Floss—Noun but usually used as a conjunction. Never declined but more common than proper. Not singular in that it is used in plural Ag-reps with me. ‘ s Neil—You’ve got to have a pull to get ahead. Bart—Yes, and you’ve got to have a head to get a pull. Miss M. (translating Cicero)—Pompey went because he was the best man. Vance—What was it, a wedding? 12

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19—CLASS POEM—21 Through the four long years of High School, Some may have lingered more, Til now at last we leave the school, Never as students again to pass the door. } The familiar and well-remembered halls remain, Loved and cherished in our memory; With thoughts of sadness, we sing the last refrain, “Loyal to thee, Alma Mater, shall we always be.” As through the years to come and go, We shall look back and cease to wonder At our thoughts of leaving so; Familiar nooks and places without number. Still, how proud we are to boast Of our class’ most vaunted prowess, Of what we did and did the most, However, cutting classes, skipping school, we do confess. Class of 1921, most ambitious and respected, Turn their faces toward the setting sun; Watch with abated breath, hopes erected, Linger, for the answer sure to come. After all is said and done, Happiness, joy and pleasure come. “Proelium est purgum”—and won, Glory to the Class of 1921. Adsit '21. ALMA MATER Where the golden sunset mellow Tints the western sky, Proudly stands our Alma Mater On her hilltop high. CHORUS— Join the chorus, speed it onward, Loud her name we yell; Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Hail! all hail B’ville. So she stands upon the campus Among the towering trees; Gently nature wafts her praises On the evening breeze. When the future years o’ertake us And we leave thy halls, We shall always love and cherish Days within thy walls. Loyal to thee, Alma Mater Shall we always be, And we’ll always keep forever Sweet thy memory. 14