Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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p One day not long ago, a remarkable event took place at Wilson harbour. The people were awakened from their calm serenity by loud terrific noises. Everyone rushed to the power house, wondering who had teen blown to pieces. But all the men seemed to be alive. Upon further investigation the noise appeared to come from nearer the shore. It sounded like an entire regiment fighting. Such blows an l cries. So the people telephoned for help thinking it was a foreign invasion. The people of Wilson responded nobly to the call. They all grabbed the most convenient weapon, such as axes, pitch-forks, hoes and crowbars and rushed toward the lake. The women followed excitedly with brooms and mop-sticks over their shoulders. A few of the more adventuresome procured, from some obscure place, the fire apparatus, and rushed it down to the wharf. For perhaps the enemy would burn the town. The dogs howled and the children gave terrified screams. The school bell was tolled with such violence that it was cracked, and now hangs in the town hall. Even Mr. Church, that stern officer of justice, forgot about hunting up truant children and went with the crowd. Such unearthly sounds were never before heard in Wilson, except when the Seniors gave their yells. In desperation, ‘‘the board of health,” ’phoned to Albany for State Aid. The horror stricken mob wTent with ashen faces and trembling steps toward the harbour. Surely this lake was filled with boats of a foreign enemy, or the world was coming to an end. ‘‘Halt!” cried the commander, who was no other than Mr. Mcllroy. The crowd paused breathlessly. “Let a few of the bravest go cautiously over yon bank, and perhaps we can decide our plan of attack, if we know where the enemy is locatr-ed.” Twelve valiant men rushed forward, and as they reached the embankment, became terrified by the sight, and fell over. “Forward March,” cried the leader. The enemy advanced to the edge and found —

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Professor’s room, lined with clocks of all kinds, with leering faces and accusing hands pointing at him, and shrill alarms sounding at the same time. He awoke early in the morning pale and haggard. In his mind, one thought was uppermost, a resolve never to do such a thing again. He paced the floor; he studied geometry diligently, anything to pass the dragging time before school commenced. At last one by one the boys came quietly into the chapel. A vague unrest pervaded the room. The boys slid into their places without the usual hearty greetings, and excited talking about hard lessons, or problems unworked. Prof. Page came striding in (Sliver had never befere noticed what a manly walk and what a determined jaw he had.) After looking around, he talked in a very grave voice to them. He was sorry, he said, that he had any boys in school who would do such an underhanded trick as had been done the night before. After a short talk about manliness, which the stillness of the room showed had gone straight to their hearts, he said it would be unnecessary for him to ask who did the deed. Then he called classes as usual, and later came quietly to Sliver’s desk and asked him to step into the office after school. Pale and trembling, with eyes almost ready to overflow with unmanly tears from the strain he had been under, Sliver went into the office. The Professor looked up and smiled. “Be seated, Mr. Burton,” he said. I wanted to ask you if you didn’t think it would be better for your course if you took Ancient History instead of Geometry?” Sliver gave a gasp, and without answering the question, told all, and in a manly way asked the Professor’s pardon. The Professor grasped his hand heartily for answer, and smiled again. It was said that never before did a boy love his teacher as Sliver loved Prof. Page (now no longer the “Sheet”) and never were there better behaved boys in the school than Sliver and the Anderpreps. G. E. H. ’12.

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The Physical Geography students procuring specimens of rocks for class use. —R. B. ’12. 1912. “Boutez an Avant.” The Senior class of 1912 has begun this year with great activity and enthusiasm. The class has come from that wonderful Junior class into the most popular and successful class of W. H. S. How could it help it with its members all girls? The class after organizing patiently waited for the 21st of September, as a Frankfeurt roast on the beach had been planned for that evening, but on account of the members of the Physical Geography class failing to order favorable weather, it resulted in a gathering at the Blacklock home. Here we became better acquainted with each other, some of our members and guests began to show striking peculiarities. For instance, Ethel likes to know all that is going on. Ask Beulah about this? We also became aware of the fact, through a recent process, that Miss Lewis was actually fond of escorts Ruth proved to us by an unheard of axiom that laughing was not good for her. As it took the committee sometime to get the eatables ready, and the rest got rather weary, it only tended to make the good things taste better. But when the right time came, everyone was invited to “Eat, Drink and Be Merry,” and all did justice to those words, and could you believe it a short time after “The Eats,” a majority of the class wondered and probably always will wonder where the most of the ice cream and musk melons disappeared too. They never thought to ask the committee. Many interesting games were played and beautiful music rendered. The song entitled “Billy” was sung for Grade's special benefit. Gossip was also played so that all might depart much wiser than when they came.