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

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with several other former high school promenaders. In their ranks I spotted Olive Ilosmer, Adele Jones and Catherine Muldoon. The vaudeville was over all too soon and I got up to leave, as all there was , left was the news reel. But before I reached the end of the aisle, I heard a familiar voice coming from the screen. I wheeled about. Laura Dickinson, youngest congresswoman in Washington, was giving a talk on “Why 1 Think There Should Be No Tariff On Asiatic Mouse Furs. I sat down again and listened to Laura expound her theory. I then decided to see the rest of the news—perhaps I could find out something more about our famous class. I had not long to wait. On the screen I saw and heard the famous aviatrix, Frances Belknap, “Belle of the Air, who had just completed a non-stop flight from Paris to Syracuse, a suburb of the fast growing city of Baldwinsville. After coming out of the theater, I walked aimlessly down the street for a few blocks, looking in all the windows. Finally I came upon a crowd in front of a store. Evidently they were watching a demonstration of some sort. I, pushed and shoved my way to the front and there inside the glass window were Agnes Mowins and Lelia Smith, who were illustrating exactly how socks should be darned on the new Peach-o-Reno electric sewing machine. I watched for a few minutes and then I walked on. Soon I found my- self in front of “Ye Olde Booke Shoppe. Being an ardent reader, I stepped inside. Perhaps I could find an interesting story to read in my spare time. As soon as I crossed the threshold, two prim and very sedate young women came toward me. They recognized me immediately, but 13 was at a loss until one of them removed her horn-rimmed spectacles. Then I knew. They were the Orvis sisters! Yes sir, Laura and Margaret, in person. I nearly had apoplexy, but I managed to remain standing. After I had had a few minutes to recuperate, I asked their advice on a good book. They pointed to the year’s best seller, “Etty Kett Takes a Holiday, by Elizabeth Walter, the most popular novelist this side of the Rockies. I had them wrap up the book and then I left. I hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take me to one of the famous night clubs on Broadway. He suggested “Dopey Doc Sullivan’s Starlight Club. We were there almost before I caught my breath at this startling revelation of Doc’s whereabouts. No sooner had I stepped inside than I was besieged by two cigarette girls, Jane Henderson and Velma Crook, who fought over the right to sell me their wares. While they were pulling each other’s hair, I slipped past them into the dim lighted cafe. 1 spied Doc, half asleep as usual, in an easy chair. I sat down, woke him up and told him about my trip. He seemed quite surprised that I hadn’t heard about Philey Cooper. He was now, he told me, affiliated with the New York Yankees. He isn’t exactly a regular, but he runs around the bases for the old and decrepit “Babe Ruth, when he socks a home run. I “chewed the rag until early the next morning and then I left. As I walked across the dance floor, I saw a familiar figure gliding about to the soft, low music of the orchestra. It was James Reeves, one of the many gigolos employed by the Club. I passed the swirling couples and went out to the street. I stood outside the Starlight club and reminisced. I found that I knew the whereabouts of everyone in my class except Millard Blakeslee. Suddenly I was aroused from my musing by a pleading voice, “Gimme a dollar for a cup of coffee, will yuh, buddy? Turning about I recognized behind a three days growth of beard, the missing one, Millard. Naturally, I was surprised at his condition. Upon being asked, he informed me that he had spent his last cent trying to bring back prosperity. Nellie Lee Kittell and E. Stevenson. 15

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that music and “art” go together). Both of them, I learned afterwards, were disciples of the Learn-at-Home Method of becoming a musician. As I sat down to order my meal, who should walk up but a sleek - looking waiter with a pointed mustachio. After a few minutes of silent concentration, I placed him as Oscar Lavoie. He had acquired, besides the mustache, a French accent. If only Miss Wortman could see him now! When I began to satisfy my hunger, I found that the fancy-named dish I had ordered wasn’t so palatable as I had expected, so I demanded to see the chef. Out of the kitchen blustered “Moon” Widger. He explained that the creation was one he had learned in his experiences at Richfield Springs with Prof. Cary. Seeing that that was how matters stood, I tipped them both ten dollars and left. The Great White Way beckoned me so I sped on my way. I hadn’t gone many miles before I came upon three young men who were running along the side of the road at a fair clip. I slowed down and asked if they wanted a lift. They shook their heads in the negative and told me between pants that they were aspirants for the Olympic team. It was then I recog- nized Edward Thompson, Chester Kingsley and Claude Emerson. Thereupon, I again speeded up. Looking down at my gas gauge, I found that the arrow was nearing the danger point, so I stopped at an attractive stand at the side of the road. Who should walk out of the pink and green shack, but Freddy Wilkinson! After he had begun to turn the handle of the pump, (Freddy always did have a good wind-up) I looked around for another familiar figure. I soon spotted her—Mary Jane (you know—formerly Davis) was helping her husband, as a dutiful wife should, to make the stand a success by tieing red ribbons on the hot dogs. While servicing me, Fred informed me that “Prof” Baker and Helen Perkins were doing well with their chicken farm next door. “Prof.” is still “Perk-o-lating”, I see. I continued my journey, narrowly missing a couple of “Prof's” chickens as they cavorted across the road. Suddenly a mammoth rock bounded across the pavement in front of the car. I stopped and looked in the direction from which it came. Over the bank at the side of the highway strode a huge form which I at once recognized as that of “Ileb” Harrington. He told me that he, too, was in training for the Olympics (the shot put) and had been fortunate enough to get a job clearing a farm of rocks, so that he was receiving pay for training. I wonder if that's professionalism. Gradually the houses grew more dense and before long, I found myself in New York. After leaving my car at a garage owned by Ray Lynch, I sauntered out. I decided to spend the afternoon in a theater, so I made my way to a nearby show-house. But before I could reach the sanctity of its surroundings, I was accosted by a girl in a red dress, who was selling red poppies for the benefit of broken-hearted doughboys. As soon as I saw the red dress. I was immediately reminded of Virginia Van Wie. Sure, enough, it was she. By the time she got through with her sales talk, I looked like an advertisement for a florist shop, having bought twenty-one poppies. I finally got into the theater after arguing about the change with the ticket seller, Ethel Glass. Then an usher with red hair escorted me to my seat. Yen guessed it—it was Alice Henderson. I was just in time to see the start of the movie. “The Disappointed Sailor,” featuring Eddie Hyle, Hollywood’s latest heartbreaker, and Frances Church, the cinema’s find ’ of the year. The all-star cast also included several other former Baldwinsville luminaries—Dan Marshall, the “he-man” of the screen, Carlon Cook, the “man of a thousand faces” and David Clary, who is Jo E. Brown, Jimmy Durante and Bert Lahr rolled into one. After this splendid show was over, the stage lighted up and out of ji ?® 'v,ngs stepped Art Davis, Master of Ceremonies. His soft, clear voice fined the hall: “First on our program will be a song and dance featuring Dot Kellicott and her “Kapering Kuties.” His voice faded with the crescendo of the orchestra and in hopped Dorothy, followed by a long string of chorus girls, who were sprinkled 14

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SENIOR PLAY Story of the play: “Seventeen ’ a hilarious comedy, was written by Booth Tarkington. Willie Baxter, Seventeen, is ever trying to imitate Sydney Carton, the hero of “The Tale of Two Cities,” and hopelessly endeavoring to describe this hero to Johnnie Watson. His famous byword. “Ye Gods,” gives his Sydney Carton complex. Jane Baxter, Willie’s young sister, bothers him constantly. Lola Pratt comes to visit May Parcher. Genesis, the colored servant, and Willie go to town to get some second-hand wash boilers and as they return, Willie catches his first glimpse of Miss Pratt. lie falls in love and calls her his “Baby Talk Lady.” Lola’s endless talk and Flopit, her dog, annoy Mr. Parcher considerably. The Parchers give a farewell party for her. In order to look noble-like and make an impression on Lola, thereby getting ahead of Joe Bullitt, who is also somewhat in love with her, Willie wears his father’s dress suit without Mr. Baxter’s knowing it. His scheme proves useless as George Crooper, Johnnie’s cousin, comes to take Lola to the station, leaving Willie broken-hearted. As the play ends. Willie gives up his unusual ideas and promises his mother, Mrs. Baxter, that he will go to college. CAST OF CHARACTERS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE Mr. Baxter........................ Frederick Wilkinson Jane Baxter ............... Virginia Van Wie Mrs. Baxter ................ Laura Dickinson William Sylvanus Baxter (Willie) . . Clayton Reddout Johnnie Watson....................Millard Blakeslee May Parcher.......................Frances Belknap Lola Pratt............................. Margaret Orvis Genesis.............................. Claude Emerson Joe Bullitt.........................Wallace Smallwood Mr. Parcher ................... Frank Harrington George Crooper...................... Richard Sullivan Ethel Boke.........................Catherine Muldoon Wallie Banks ............................. David Clary Mary Brooks.......................Mary Jane Davis Millard L. Blakeslee. SENIOR ACTIVITIES A sleigh ride party was the first event in our social calendar. W went out Oswego street and down through Smokey Hollow. There wa plenty of snow, moonlight and youth. ’Nuff said. Refreshments, cards an dancing were enjoyed in the school library later in the evening. We sur had a delightful time. On th evenings of the 28th and 29th of April, we held a Senior Benefi ?,cal. thGater- The Picture was George Bancroft in “Rich Man' f, i. as ve,y sood. A canvass of the town was made to assure home Nevertheless our share of the receipts was only $17.00. MavP„ninSSohad a, publ,c card party in the school library the 20th c oninvorf h ,d .cake we,re se,'ve(i- A door prize was siven. Everyon enjoyed the party immensely. 32 has„had a vei'y successful social season and we wis tne Class of 33 an equally successful one. 16 Clayton Reddout.