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

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23. Frances Belknap wills her personality and appeal to Henrietta Brauksieck. 24. Effie Glass wills her basketball suit to Kate Ryan. 25. Norlynn McMullen leaves to all timid girls in school her ability to shriek stop at any time and any place. 26. Chester Kingsley bequeaths to Allen Lavoie his ability to concentrate. 27. Francis Russell leaves one of his golf clubs to be framed and hung in the corridor upstairs. 28. Frank Harrington leaves his football togs to Frederick Peters, who has a great longing to be a football star. 29. Richard Sullivan is leaving a lock of his hair to be used as a bookmark for Miss Pike. What a sacrifice! 30. Carlon Cook leaves his permanent, wave to Mary Henderson. 31. Wilner Haas has consented to leave his track ability to Emerson Cole. 32. Frances Church and Olive Hosmer leave their modest and dignified airs to the needy girls in the Junior class. 33. Laura Orvis leaves her half-time schedule to Jane Montague. Jane never could manage a full schedule. 34. Agnes Mowins leaves her vivacious manner (we almost said boister- ous) to Virginia Johnston. Likewise we do make, constitute and appoint, our principal to be the executor of this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. In witness thereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal, the twenty-ninth day of June, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two. The Class of 1932, by Elizabeth Walter and Claude Emerson.

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CLASS WILL We, the class of 1932, having completed our allotted number of years in high school, are about to depart, hence into the great Unknown. Upon taking a careful inventory of our talents and virtues, we find ourselves in possession of many things which it is our pleasure this evening to bestow upon those who will appreciate them most. Being of what we think sound mind and memory, we do therefore make, ordain, publish and declare this, to be our last will and testament. By it we do give, devise and bequeath upon those supremely fortunate individuals the things we have acquired during our school life. First, we leave to the students in the Junior class that greatest gift of all, the right to take our places when we leave. We hope and pray they will be awed by this sacred privilege, which includes the right to sit in Room 10 7 and to hang their coats in the cloakhall. (We want everyone to understand that when we give, we give all). Secondly, on behalf of all the other students in high school we leave to Mr. Elden a pair of very squeaky shoes which we hope he will always wear to warn pupils of his approach. Following are the bequests certain generous Seniors wish to make: 1. Nellie Lee Kittell leaves her majestic stride to Charles English. 2. Claude Emerson leaves his negro dialect and his dog, “Clem ', to Beezie Smallwood. 3. Laura Dickenson bestows upon Grace Hamlin her adorable sneeze. We know Grace will be simply delighted. 4. Jack Shea and Edward Stevenson together are willing their surplus stature to “Little John” Goodspeed. 5. Oscar Lavoie has agreed to share his extensive knowledge of History with Maud Marvin. 6. David Clary says he's not going to leave anything, thus living up to his reputation of being the stingiest Senior. 7. Clayton Reddout is having one of his pictures enlarged to present to Mr. Getman. 8. Adele Jones leaves her newly acquired permanent to Mary Jane Harrington. 9. Helen Perkins and Winston Baker leave ........ together. 10. Wallace Smallwood bequeaths to Gus Rowe his basketball prowess. 11. Jean Miller leaves her shy and quiet manner to Paul Bogdanoff. 12. Edward Hyle leaves Mary. 13. Mary Jane Davis leaves her stately grace to Glenna Connell. 14. Jane Henderson and Leila Smith, our up and coming opera stars leave their voices to Helen Cunliffe and Amelia Golden. 15. Frederick Wilkinson leaves his toothsome smile to Jay Mercer. 16. Virginia Van Wie has graciously decided to bestow upon Barbara Gere, her much used vanity case. 17. Josephine Connell was on the verge of willing her irresistable giggle, but Johnnie came along and she changed her mind. 18. Ed. Widger bequeaths to future checker players, his facial expression. 19. Elizabeth Walter wills her Pontiac to the school to be used for transporting teachers to and from the campus. 20. Arthur Davis leaves his train announcer voice to Frederick Widmer. 21. John Paddock bequeaths his stacks of tardy passes to Faith Storm. 22. Dorothy Kelljcott and Catherine Muldoon leave their combined artistic ability to David Dillenbeck. He cannot but profit by it. 11

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CLASS PROPHECY The time is 1940. I decided to do what has been uppermost in my mind for some years—to take a leisurely trip and find out all I can about the graduating class of 1932, of which I was a part. To do this takes time and money. I have always had the time, but up to the preceding fall, the money has been lacking. However, at that time, an uncle of whom I had never heard, succumbed and left me a cool million. So, I trotted out one of my Rolls Royce roadsters and started out. My first stop was to be Little Utica, where the mayor, John Paddock, had promised to meet me with a brass band. But alas! when I reached the pre- arranged spot, I discovered that John had not yet outgrown his habit of high school days—he was late! Disgusted. I turned about, wondering where to go next. Then I re- membered that our graduating class's goal was to be something big. Accordingly, I sped toward New York. My anxiety to get to the big town must have prompted me to step on the accelerator a little too heavily. Before I had gone far, I heard a roar of a motorcycle and the command to “pull over. I stopped at the side of the road and turned my head. There, astride the two-wheeled machine was Jack Shea, the pride of the speed cops. Although he recognized me, it was “duty first” with Jack. So, despite my protest, I was hauled into court. When I saw the judge, however, I brightened up. The man in the long flowing robe (named Herman) was none other than Clayton Reddout. He would be lenient towards an old classmate. Then my face fell. I remem- bered that I had never repaid Clayt the two sheets of paper I had borrowed in the spring of '32! I finally staggered out of the court, after being fined fifty dollars and costs. Inasmuch as I went more slowly from then on, I could not reach the metropolis before nightfall and was forced to stop off at Crawling-on-the- Hudson. I made my way to a large, imposing, newly constructed hotel. Here I was to receive many surprises. Out in front, all arrayed in a gilt-edged long coat with brass buttons stood Francis Russell. As soon as I reached the door I received another shock. The red-coated bellhop who grabbed my suitcase was Wilner Hass. Then I turned to the desk to register. The clerk who smiled so graciously, who twisted the book around to the right position and who offered me a pen was Niles Stebbins! The shock was too great—I had to be carried to my room. I came to with the rising sun, an extraordinary experience for me. The first thing that met my gaze as I looked out of the window was a huge sign bearing these words, “Shipwrecked Smith—Contender for Flag- Pole Sitting Championship—4 8th Day Up!” Above the glaring letters I saw the pale, wan face of “Ray” Smith. Ray always wanted to get up in the world. I then decided to partake of some breakfast, so I dashed for the elevator, only to collide with somebody in the hall. It was Josephine Connell— pardon me—Mrs. Harrington (as she informed me). She and Johnny were on their honeymoon. Bon voyage on the seas of matrimony. Johnny! The elevator girl said, “Going down?” I recognized the mouse-like voice of Norlyn McMullen. She was rather disgusted with her position, but then, as I told her, everybody must have their ups and downs. I entered the dining hall to the soft, melodious voice of Bus Smallwood, “The Crooning Sensation of the East.” who, with his orchestra composed of several of his former classmates, were sojourning at the hotel for two weeks. Besides Grace Pratt and Leona Madden, the violinists of the orches- tra, I also saw behind a large, queer-looking instrument, his cheeks puffed out, our own curly-headed Art Albro. Next to him sat Art Huntley, perched upon a step-ladder to enable him to blow into a huge horn. (This proves 13