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

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CLASS HISTORY 1933 Fort-—The champion golf game is on ! W’liat really have these last years been but a preparation for this one game? In our freshman year we were only dubs at the game; but, according to tradi- tion. we have some “beginners luck”. One member of our class won second prize in the Prize Speaking Contest and another one won a place on the golf team. Naturally we did not make any remarkable showing until our second year when our basketball team won the interclass championship. Members of our class began to take part in the Orchestra and the Glee Club. One of our bovs won the Boys’ County Prize Speaking Contest. Of course, we tried our best in all the major sports, but we were still little better than dulTers. In our third year we began gradually to get out of the duffer class and get into real and very interesting match play. It seemed that we had learned to place our shots with a great deal more accuracy and to be able to avoid the traps and rough much more easily. An incredible number of boys made first teams, some of the girls also played their shots well and made the girls’ basketball team. This was the year in which the first hockey team of this school was organized. Since the game appealed to the boys of the class, we were well represented. Many of ns were also very much interested in the Journalism Club which was then a year old. This last year we have been bitten by the bug, as they say in golf. Yc began by shooting the first hole in very close to par with .12 official members in our class. We were now the low-handicap players of the course; we had representation in all sports. Five of the members of the team representing our school in the Kivvanis debate were from our class. We again won the interclass basketball championship. Along with all our S| orts and other activities we also gave three benefit dances, a food sale, and a card party to finance our Lyre. Most of us now have our ball on the 18th green just ready to hole out as soon as we receive our diplomas to win our first really important match. Without our pros”—the teachers—we would never have succeeded in getting out of the dub stage. So. we certainly appreciate their showing us the rules of the game. Although we now start on a brand new course with a brand new ball, we shall still use the same rules learned here. Who knows?—Perhaps some one of us will be a “World Champion”. —Grace Hammn. CLASS WILL (Continued from preceding page.) Oscar Westfall leaves his girlish giggle to Scotty Gibbons. Mary Reddick leaves her much-used joke book to Alice Price. Wilson Wormuth, the campus Don Juan, leaves his captivating wiles to Gardner Van Derveer. John Mowins leaves his somnambulistic qualities to Kenneth Bell. William Stafford and Mary Jane Harrington gave their ability to visualize a lovers lane” in our bleak halls to Jack Bogdanoff and Ann West. Virginia Mac Lachlan bestows upon Faith Storm her remarkable ability to say Oh! Gosh!” at the right time. Winifred Navin leaves her original and aristocratic stride to Marion McCarthy. Frances Farley leaves Beezy Smallwood to the lowerclass girls- he rightfully belonged to them anyway. Helen McManus leaves her Grecian profile to Tootie Roe. —Catherine Ryan and William Reid.

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1933, having finished the necessary amount of work in the Baldwinsville Academy and being in the poorest of physical health, find it advis- able to make our will. Being of sound mind, we do, therefore, ordain and publish this to he our last will and testament. By it we hope to hand to those blessed individuals here sub scribed our valuable possessions and property that we have collected and held in our high school life. Our greatest and most sorely missed contribution will be the distribution of the Senior home rooms to those Juniors who show that they are best fitted for the esteemed position. Following we have a few | ersonal gifts that Seniors have asked us to inscribe herein: Margaret Adsit leaves her golden halo of hair to I lazel Barney. Ralph Cramer leaves his personality to the needy Barbara Cere. Irene Doran leaves her shyness to James Turner. James Henderson leaves his South Sea ballroom dancing to Florence Smith. Paul BogdanotT leaves bis vehement, vociferous, and volcanic personality to Minnie Van Wie. Nelson Huntley bequeaths his badman sneer to Charles Waterhury who, by the way. already has his six-shooter. Burton Erawlev leaves his profile to John Barrymore. Won’t Mr. Barrymore be delighted. Dorothy Wilkox will always have bacon for breakfast, for to her has been left the melodious voice of Victor Milkowski, the famous hog-caller Frances Weeks leaves those expressive come-hithcr eyes of hers to Marie Cook. Leila Smith leaves her boy-friends to—maybe we should auction them off. Klizaheth McQuaid leaves her temperament to Helen Cunliffe -Helen always was too self contained. Last year Norlyn McMullin left her ability to screech “stop” when she was annoyed—she must have left it as she isn’t bothered by those little annoyances any more. Carl Donahue leaves his easily aroused temper to Bertenc Kelly (pity the women and children if lie ran a steam roller). Dorothy La Point leaves her toe-dancer physique to Helen Lonergan. Grace Hamlin leaves her ability to be heard to Jane Montague—Grace always did look out for the needy. Erma Trexlerand Edith Pickard leave their inability to be separated to Norma Snyder and Mildred Kellicott. Virginia Johnston decided to leave her giggle to Persis Hall. We told her the giggle was worthless so she threw in the gold baseball and football too. John Harrington, our sophisticated man about town, leaves his extensive knowledge of wine, women and the world to Mr. Murphy. Catherine Luke and Viola Hewitt leave their demureness to Kate Thompson. Kermit Smith leaves bis fondness for picking up sweet country maids in his auto to Ralph Bradway. Jane Wheaton leaves her faithful escort, Wallace Connell, to the tender mercies of Barbara Adsit. Robert Berney leaves his hypnotic stare to Ora Hunter. Aileen Patterson leaves the encouraging thought to girls in the Junior class that despite the present day epidemic of hrunettes and redheads, still and always do gentlemen prefer blonds. (Continued on following f'age.)

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CLASS PROPHECY The time was 1943, the place high above the clouds and I was comfortably seated in mv aeroplane. Seeking diversion, I picked up a new kind of telescope, gazed thru it, and there before my eyes began to unfold a panorama of the lives of my former classmates in the 1933 graduating class of B. H. S. Victor Milkowski, our class president, has become B’ville's political boss, handing out nickel cigars to his partisans. Vic wasn’t so generous in high school. Mary Jane Harrington has taken over Miss Forrest's position as athletic- director and is wielding the dumbells and punching bag vigorously. Mary Jane always did love exercise. Paul Bogdanoflf, having gained so much experience as class treasurer, is now opening baby’s bank. Frances Farley, Ruth Foster and Jane Wheaton, as Salvation Army lassies, are wearing bonnets tied with red ribbons under rheir chins. With such excellent guidance, many lost souls should be saved. Several of our number have entered a beauty contest and up to this point, those left after elimination are: Loretta Fauler, Henrietta Brauksicck, and Viola Hewitt. Our girls are certainly making a good showing. Marion Heagle and Francis Kinney, missionaries way oil in the wilds of Africa, are endeavoring to teach the cannibals the folly of their ways. At last, these two have found an audience that will eat up their words. Let’s hope the cannibals do not get hungry. Ralph Cramer seems to be making a high pressure sales talk to Kate Smith, selling his product, “Ladies Slender Form Corsets . Virginia McLachlen and Kate Ryan have been selected for 1944 Olympics as 200 meter hurdles. Robert Goodspced and Frances Weeks are entirely dumesti cated now, just a well matched couple. Carl Donahue has gone into the confectionery business as the younger member of the firm, “Conklin and Son”. Wilson VVormuth, having spent so much time in high school, deep in study, has just published a hook entitled, “The Love Life of a Bullfrog”. Oscar Westfall and Percy Green are matinee idols in a current hit at the local theatre. Starring opposite them are two sirens of the screen. Pearl Williams and Genevieve Pecore. William Stafford, William Reid and Jack Dunham have become permanent fixtures on the Four Corners. Even at this late date the boys still seem to get a kick out of flirting with all the girls that go past. Leila Smith, our mezzo soprano, is just a radio blues singer now accompanied by John Mowins and his orchestra, which includes: Helena Ferguson as the bass viol player, Erma Trexler making the saxophone hum, Edwin Barney making those mammoth drums thunder, and Elizabeth McQiiaid playing the piano with marvelous skill. John Harrington is driving the big, red fire engine, the pride and the joy of his life, with three able assistants: Winifred Nqvih, Frank Spencer and Edith Pickard. Margaret Adsit spends her time demonstrating the marvelous results of “Hyle and Adsit Hair Tonic. Norlyn McMullen, Nelson Huntley, and Raymond Smith are running a flourishing funeral home. Affiliated with them is Bernard hauler, the coroner. Burton Fravvley has developed the delicate touch of his fractious fingers and is now a famous sculptor. Burton always did like to chisel. James Henderson, always so artistic in high school, is now a promising florist, raising pansies, geraniums and lilies as his specialty. Grace Hamlin and Robert Berney are now incorporated in a successful wrestling team. Grace is Bob's manager. Kennit Smith. Jack Willis and Frank Walters are raising prize hogs for the State Fair. Five of our girls, Jean Miller, Dorothy La Point, Aileen Patterson, Helen McManus. Catherine Luke and Irene Doran, spend most of their time in gossiping at their club, where they enjoy themselves immensely, digging up the latest dirt. As the last scene faded from sight. I found myself dozing off into sleep. Maybe in my dreams I’ll discover more personal details about my former class- mates—Who knows ? —Virginia Johnston and Mary Reddick.