Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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“All good things have an end.” Thus one good time fled by. This was our first Senior gathering, and may we enjoy those following as well. And here’s to another. —Joanna R. Hamilton, ’12 The Man in the Moon The Man in the Moon was a very old man and he was made out of green cheese. The lady whom he lived with was very nice, and made out of limburger. Her dress, which was a golden cheese cloth, was made Mother Hubbard style. In their home their furniture was made of chesse rinds. The Man in the Moon carved them himself which he did very beautifully. It was lighted by Jack-o’-Lanterns made out of pumpkins. They sit together every evening and watch the people down below. When they shine out good and bright they see many things For instance, one night the man and his wife shone out beautifully, and they could see even the little birds in their nests. But the funniest thing they sawT was twro pair of school-mates evidently coming home from a party. Their names they learned when the little boys bade their little girls good night. The girl, Pauline Russell by name, said to her escort, Bryan Me Quillian. “Now you be sure and be at school to-morrow.” “Yes,” was the reply of the little boy and thus they parted. By this time the other two were almost home. When the boy, Clifford Hunter, said to Clara Wadsworth: “Clara let me copy your English to-morrow, will you?” “Sure,” said the happy Clara. Then she ran into the house and Clifford walked home. I couldn’t half tell you what the Moon and his wrife see, but this is the funniest. —G. A. M. English.