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

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GRADE TEACHERS Reading 'ritin', and 'rithmetic (spelling?) may still be taught, but the tune has changed from that of the hickory stick — ah, memories — to that of normal school diplomas and college degrees. You know, I really can't imagine anyone going to that much trouble to teach my kid brother that one and one are two. Maybe that’s why they say give the poor teacher an apple — though, an oak leaf for valor would be more suitable. NORTH SIDE Dorothy M. Ingersoll.............3rd Grade Irene Reddick....................2nd Grade Mary Miller......................1st Grade Marjorie Chapman.......1st and 2nd Grade Fanny O’Loughlin.......4th and 5th Grade Gladys Carrington................6th Grade Dorothy Parish...................5th Grade Angie M. Ellison.................4th Grade SOUTH SIDE Edna C. Mayer..................1st Grade Mrs. Clarence Dack.............2nd Grade Jennie Merriam.................3rd Grade Pauline Shay...................4th Grade Edna Hunter....................5th Grade Catherine McNamara.............6th Grade

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Theodore Durgee, M.S. Vice-Principal Louise Durkee, B.S. Social Studies — English Margaret J. Harrison, B.S. General Science — Mathematics Mary L. Hills, B.S. Music Alta B. Olney Mathematics — Science Mae E. Reynolds, B.S. English L. Pearl Palmer Social Studies Mae Sawyer, B.S. Social Studies — English

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JANITORS Left to right: Sidman, Austin, Orr, Hamm These are the janitors. They are the men with dust cloths and brooms. They are the feeders of the iron monster, known casually as a furnace, and they are the ones who run from room to room checking its temperature. One of them is the one who is given a tractor on cold, windy, wild morn- ings and told to go out and push a snowbank around. They labor alj summer mowing lawns, washing windows, polishing desks and then must listen to such inane mutterings as “Wish I had a job like yours with nothing to do all summer without inflicting any injury whatever on the wishful thinker. But, crowning catastrophe of all, after spending all day sweeping the corridors, they must stand by, while a flock of innocent children burst out into the halls at the ringing of a bell and, with nothing for protection but a broom, watch them gaily track their little pile of refuse from the lab” to the library. For their suffering there is just one compensation. Take just one look at these four beaming specimens of humanity and you’ll see what I mean when I say they have a much better time here than even we do.