Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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H. E. GENTLE CO. GENERAL HARDWARE, Furniture and Undertaking. Bell ’Phone 4-R-3. RANSOMVILLE, - - NEW YORK. WM. H. CREASEY General BIacksmithing - Horse Shoeing a Specialty. Bell ’Phone 29-R-12. WILSON, - - NEW YORK. When in Ransomville call on G. E. BURMASTER DEALER IN GENERAL MERCHANDISE. New line of Rubber Goods for Fall, Winter and Spring now on Sale. CALL AND SEE THEM.

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W. N. H. RANSOM SON Largest Stock. Best Selection. Always have what you want. Special Bargains in Hosiery, Cotton Goods, Woolen Goods. 100 Pieces Outing Flannel, Fleeced and Plain. Our market for WHEAT, OATS, BARLEY, RYE, is firm and we want the goods. RANSOMYILLE, - - NEW YORK. COMPLIMENTS OF

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VOL. I. NOVEMBER 1911. NO. 1 Sliver and the Anderpreps. The steps of “the Sheet” died out in the lower hall with the soft closing of a door. The lights were all out, everything was quiet, it was the last tour of inspection. His name was not “Sheet,” but when the fellows looked upon a new “Prof.” named “Page” as a kind of “Sissy” it would naturally follow that he would be nicknamed. Sliver lay looking at the pale streak of moonlight on the floor, just long enough to be sure that the hall was deserted, then, with a grunt rolled out, and going to the door of an “An-derprep,” as a certain bunch of boys in the Preparatory School called themselves, pushed it open silently, and went in. He felt cautiously along, and suddenly drew the pillow from under the boy’s head. The “Anderprep” reached out a long thin arm, and a bony fist came in contact with Slivers fat face. “You spoiled my face that time” said Sliver in hushed tones, when he could speak. “And you spoiled my sleep,” said the Anderprep, bombarding him with pillows. “Say, did you manage it this time?” “You just bet I did! I got Jim to watch at the door, and I hid the alarm clocks all over ‘Sheet’s’ room; under the bed, under the couch, on the top shelf, and one under his pillow. They are all set for twelve o’clock.’ “Oh joy! murmured Fatty, as Sliver turned a somersault on the floor. “Say, let’s have a bite while waiting. I’ll get the bunch.” In a few minutes a ghostly bunch were seated on the floor, eating bologna sausage and salted peanuts. “Say Tom, did she get home safe?” came a subdued chorus, as a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.