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

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CLASS HISTORY The history of our class, like that of the former classes of Baldwinsville Academy, has been eventful. Of course, our first two years were less interesting than the two we are completing. Our class seems to hold the honors for scholastic ability for we have more official seniors than any previous class. Our valedictorian, too, has the highest average yet at- tained in the annals of B. H. S. and our salutatorian has the honor of having a higher average than any valedictorian of previous years. But we have not confined our efforts to school work; we have also had many par- ticipants in other school affairs. The first string basketball team this year with one exception was composed of seniors. We have also had representatives in all other sports. Three of the four Recreation Club leaders were from our class. The orchestra has claimed several of our Senior Class and a great many of us are in the Glee Club and Special Chorus. The first prize for girls in Prize Speaking this year was won by a member of our class as well as the second prize for boys. A high percentage of the members of the Journalism Club are also seniors this year. Many of our members are members of the newly created Dramatic Club. That, in conclusion, is just how we stand as we near the closing moments of our four years' race. We have excelled not only in school work, but also in activities out- side of the line of studying and we are now ready to leave high school with the feeling that we have contributed something to its good name. SARA KELLICOTT EDNA AMERMAN ♦ CLASS WILL (Continued from {preceding (mge) Reynold Smith leaves his Bookkeeping book to Francis Brotherton. His must be nearly worn out now. Frances Weeks and Jane E. Montague leave together. There is no separating them. John Mowins leaves his secret passion for athletic abilities to Leland Huntley. Well, I see where we win some games next year. Pearl Williams leaves her daily Post-Standard to Miss Wormuth so that she won't miss Pearl. Gardner VanDerveer and Edith Pickard both leave Baldwinsville Academy with the hope of seeing Erma more. Frances Neupert and Mildred Prior leave their ability as typists to Helen Ryan. Does Mr. Murphy appre- ciate this? Walter O'Brien leaves his ability for prize speaking and playing baseball to Eugene Nostrant. I don't believe he'd get far without them. Edna Amerman and Sara Kellicott leave as volley ball rivals—will either make anything of it? Jane Spillet leaves her quiet sternness to Breezie Smallwood. Will that balance? Myron Morehouse leaves his school girl complexion to any one of the needy girls in the Junior class. Just don't fight about it, girls. Glenna Connell leaves her Mae West airs to Loretta Lavoie. Janice Peake leaves her fragile form to Betty Vosburgh. Betty is getting that way fast. Frank Howard, like some other Seniors, has to leave his big Moment , Avis Amerman. Margaret Wagner leaves her natural curly hair to Marion McCarthy. Marion will have some leisure time now. Robert Adsit leaves his noted blond hair to Lester Ball, providing he keeps it combed. Grace Humphrey leaves her neatness to Adeline Patchett. Kenneth Bell leaves his pal, Lloyd Gibbons, to come to school alone when he is late. Norma Mills bequeaths her graceful walk to Peggy Harrington. Do you think you can handle it, Peggy? Jean Miller wills her shyness to Ernest Turner. Ernie needs it. Harriet Morehouse bestows her quiet ways upon Betty Wheeler. Does Bill got in on it, too? With apologies to anyone who is deserving of same, we, the Class of 1934, do seal, dated this twenty- sixth day of June, nineteen hundred and thirty-four, our will. ANN WEST MAUDE MARVIN MARGARET HEWITT

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1934, about to leave this place of learning, Baldwinsville Academy, and being in pos- session of sound mind and judgment, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be our last will and testa- ment: First: We direct that all our debts and expenses be paid by the Board of Education. Second: To members of the Faculty we leave our appreciation for all that they have made us do and all that they have kept us from doing. Third: To the Juniors who are now inferior to us we leave our rooms; and our kind and thoughtful teachers, Miss Wormuth and Miss Pike. Ralph Bradway leaves his intellectual powers to Helen Cunliffe. He knows she can use his faculty for doing geometry. Ellen Chaplin leaves Durrance. We wonder who will be the next lucky young lady. George Sullivan leaves his ability in political manouvering to Jay Mercer. Jay's got a good start. Ruth Townsend leaves her sneakers,—to the highest bidder. Charles English leaves his Cicero book to Payne Bigelow. We wonder if he'll ever use it? Barbara Gere leaves her extraordinary power of concentration and her faculty of not handing in all her lessons on time, especially French, to Persis Hall. James Aplin leaves his darkie dialect and English airs to his sister, Isabelle. How about it? Katherine Thompson leaves her wonderful gift of gab to Howard Kratzer. Don't misuse this privilege, Howard. Dominic Bochino leaves his smile to Miss Pike. That's a lucky break for you, oncoming Juniors. Rita McQuaid leaves her History B book to Bud Brov n. She thinks he's carried it long enough to de- serve it. Jack Bogdanoff leaves his place as concert meister to Louis Getman. You'll have to work hard now for a change, Louis. Dorothy Hewitt leaves Baldwinsville Academy to become a farmerette until Cliff grows up. Ralph Bratt leaves his seat on the school bus to Neva Hawley. It seemed to be big enough to hold them both this year. Will she have it alone next year? Virginia Tyler leaves her boy friends to Beverly Melvin and Ruth Maltby. Isn't that kind hearted of her? Jack Bates, one of our basketball stars, bequeaths a few feet of his surplus height to Gus Rowe, the future star. Jeannette Wheeler leaves her winning personality to Louise Lansing. Richard Rury leaves his arguing power to Lucy Ann Davis. She may need it to come back at some of her swains. Alice Price leaves her haven for different boys to Avis Amerman. But maybe Avis likes 'em steady. Carol Baker leaves his ability to pass exams to Tommy Turner. Use it, Tommy; you need it. Dorothy Wilcox leaves her walk to Marie McCann. Maybe that'll fetch 'em. Richard Bump wills his cigarettes to Barbara Adsit. Will she use them? Bertene Kelley leaves her v ild and woolley temper to Lisle Pickard. What a man he'll be now! Clifford Crego wants his bequest to be his basketball suit. To whom should it go? Flora Green leaves those burnished locks to June Farnham. Won't the color combination be great? Ralph Vaughn and Minnie Van Wie leave their petiteness to Gates Hudson. Won't Gates be thrilled? Martha Mercer leaves Guy Farnham to whom he may concern. Put on your thinking caps—or set your cap, whatever the case may be. Robert Browning leaves his feminine friends and also his ''shieking abilities” to be divided between Erwin Mathewson and Pint” Bort. Norma Snyder leaves her becoming grace and quiet manner to Catherine Voorhees. Ora Hunter leaves his car” to Bud Stafford. Don't blow yourself up, Bud, or kill yourself speeding. Vera Hayden leaves her seat in III to Robert Wilkinson. The smart ones always did get sent down there. Wallace Connell leaves his sling shot to Mr. Durgee. He always did get that man's goat with it. Jane A. Montague leaves her ability to collect boys—boys—boys, to Eleanor Griffith. We hope Eleanor likes it. Dalton Brooks leaves his ability for training hair to Robert Hunter. Jane Wheaton leaves her Junior escorts to the Senior girls of next year. Will Jane miss them? Richard Hoffman leaves that huge stride of his to Jane Bunney- -and what will she do with it? Jane Bennett leaves her glasses to any one that needs glasses in the Junior class. Grace Warner leaves her modest and dignified airs to Lillian Bell. Mildred Kellicott leaves her quiet ways to Hazel Furman, providing Hazel uses them right. Leon Russell leaves his sleepy appearance and aptness for playing golf to Palmer Bush. Do you think Palmer will be capable? Marion Adsit leaves her orange jacket to Florence Smith so that Florence will be seen in the crowd. That is, if the jacket doesn't cover her up.

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CLASS PROPHECY On Friday, April 13th, in the year of our Lord, 1947, we were registering at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, Laving just returned from our fourth world cruise. As we were debating the question—to take suite 13 or not to take suite 13—we heard a familiar voice paginj, Governor Frank Howard calling Richard P. Rury at telephone 13. Scrutinizing the bellhop more closely, v e discovered our old friend and classmate, Pearl Williams. After inquiring concerning the cause of her presence in the Waldorf-Astoria in such undignified apparel, she revealed to us that her last disappointment in love had caused her flight to New York. Having congratulated Pearl on her ability to fool the public, wj hurried over to telephone booth 13 and waited outside for Richard. He appeared very glad to see us and in ormed us that he was now a senator from Iona Corners and at the present moment was attempting to persua-e the governor to remove the hump from the middle of the canal bridge back in Baldwinsville. After rela.ing his great successes, he asked us if he might be our host for the evening. We approved his suggestion of doing the Cherry's night club and stepped into his awaiting limousine, chauffeured by Ora Hunter. We glided away from the hotel and were soon speeding down Broadway. Suddenly a shrill whistle pierced the air and we slid to a halt. Trying to find the cause of the loud expostulations and general con- fusion, we glanced out and found that v e were the center of attraction; a burly policeman was threading his way toward us, embarrassing us by his familiari.y (?). To our astonishment, closer inspection proved him to bo none other than Walter O'Brien. He recog lized us and as he returned to his post to tell his part- ner, Myron Morehouse, we hurried on to enter Cherry's. We were spellbound by the massive revolving d- ors through which we entered, but more so when we saw that Ralph Vaughn was keeping them in motion. Richard Bump, the head host, hurried toward us in his full dress suit and showed us to a table, calling a waiter. A sudden exclamation from Dick Rury inter- rupted our conversation. We looked at him question ngly—he was completely wet! At the table behind him v as Dalton Brooks, trying to make a fern by an original trick with a glass of water. It was very evi- dent that he hadn't been successful. We heard a soft voice beside us inquiring v hat we would like and found ourselves giving our orders to Ralph Bratt. We had no sooner started eating tha.i a saxophone wailed out the first measures of Doin' the Uptown Lowdown and from the slowly rising curtain, v e gazed upon Barbara Gere leading a beautiful array of maidens including Jane Bennett, Flora Green, Sara Kellicott, Dorothy Wilcox and Jane Spillet. We really enjoyed their number and hated to leave them all behind. The next morning, we took off in our chartered plane. This, by the way, v as piloted by a second Amelia Earhart, Jeannette Wheeler. To our surprise, we arrived at Amboy safely and taxied to B'ville. W© thought that the old home town would probably be a flourishing metropolis by now, so we stopped at ihe Leon Rus- sell Farm to see if he could enlighten us as to the whereabouts of some of our old classmates. There we found Jean Miller in the role of Mrs. Leon Russell. They offered to lend us their hired man, Dominic Bochino, for the day to chauffeur us. We started off with the final warning not to forget the horning for Clifford Crego and Dorothy Hewitt (now Mrs. C. Crego) that e ening. Two of the guests of honor were to be Jack Bogdanoff and Ann West, who had been the best ma.i and the maid of honor, respectively, at the recent wedding and who were also considering matrimony. After our first glance, we decided that the name of Baldwinsville should be changed to 'The Deserted Village. Our old home town certainly turned out to be a sad disappointment. Passing through B'ville be- fore v e realized it, we soon reached Plainville. We never would have recognized the place except for the enormous sign which couldn't escape our notice: PLAINVILLE BOULEVARD SPEED LIMIT 40 MILES PER HOUR 10,000 INHABITANTS SNYDER-BRAYWAY, INC. More bewildered than ever, we stopped in front of a quaint little church to catch our breath. At Dom inic's suggestion, we called to the boy mowing the church yard to inquire where we might find a certain classmate; he turned at the sound of our voice and ran to the side of the car. Puzzled by the vaguely fa- miliar strut, we didn't recognize his face until he had informed us that Wally Connell had set up a branch of the J. E. Connell Stores down on 42nd Street. Gone was all the doubt—it was Charles English! Dodging it and out through the heavy traffic, we finally reached the business section. Finding the car a nuisance, v e drove into a garage to park it. As we got out of the car, who was there to take charge of Lizzie but Oscar Westfall. His red hair reminded us of another pal. We went to the desk to receive our parking ticket and were greeted by the one uppermost in our mind at that moment—Alice Price. Wo had just left the garage, v hen a bunch of pansies was thrust before us and a pleading voice said— Only a dime a bunch, lady! Behind an array of flowers was Jimmy Aplin, the person v e least expected to see. Attracted by a crowd farther down the street, we hurried on. We elbowed through to the front row and found Janice Peake demon- strating how the Grace Warner Cosmetics should be applied to give the Hollywood effect—Frances Neupert, as her example. Turning to find our way back out of the crowd, we bumped into Marion Adsit and Frances Weeks staring wide-eyed at every detail. Congratulating ourselves upon having seen so many of our old buddies, we decided that it was time for a little refreshment and stepped into the nearest restaurant. Here we found Grace Humphrey jerking sodas with Harriot Morehouse as her assistant behind the cigarette counter. We sank into the nearest chair and proceeded to order our dinner. Opening the menu, we found the special feature for the day was a duck dinner, so w© all decided to order this treat. After our first bite, we asked the waiter if fresh duck were always tough and asked where they were purchased. He infoimed us that they were fresh from Mowins' Duck Farm that morning. More disgusted than pleased, we went across the street to C. Baker's Bakery to get a sandwich. Carol seemed the same as ever and when he