Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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TEN CENTS A COPY. VOL. I. NOVEMBER 1911. NO. 1 CHRONICLE STAFF. Literary Editor Associate Editor Managing Editor Advertising Manager Asst. Advertising Manager Ruth Blacklock, ’12 Kathryne Wilson, '12 Joanna Hamilton, ’12 Amy Hamblin, ’12 May belle Gillis, ’12 EDITORIALS. This paper is published in the best interests of the students of Wilson High School by the Senior Class. We wish to publish a good High School paper, and we need the support of the school, of the faculty, and of the students. Whenever you feel inspired to pen a classic to posterity, do not hesitate to do so; and to inform the world of your literary genius. If you have a grudge against any dear friend, do not nurse your wrath, but rather give vent to it. Form a well-aimed knock and insert it in the “Chronicle,” where ill-will is shown towards all and mercy to none. The editors will assume all responsibility for such articles. We wish to call your attention to the advertisers. They are the ones who have made this paper possible. Patronize them.