Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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SCRAPS.” •LAUGH AND GROW FAT. Fair Greece may have excelled in art, Great Rome in making laws; And yet we see a thing or two No Caesar ever saw, Although he traveled miles and miles— A thing to equal modern style! Ruth Clark “Fosters” many a happy hope now days. We are sorry to hear of Elberta’s misfortune nothing left there but David now. No case of lockjaw has ever been traced to a blister caused by a snow shovel. Why didn’t Mrs. Blake like to go to the laboratory? There is gladness in her gladness when she’s glad. There is sadness in her sadness when she’s sad; But the gladness in her gladness when she’s glad, And the sadness in her sadness when she’s sad. Don’t compare with her madness when she’s mad. We have heard that long epistlary messages are continually arriving to the president of the training class. What time is it? Oh I don’t know, it hasn’t been announced yet. Ask Mabel K. Anna Smith’s latest occupation—a Weaver. A mouse makes a woman scream with , fright while a rat only makes her hair stand up. Harold Dyer’s favorite song “Anybody here seen Kelly ?”

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The dreaded mid-year examinations are over. Some of us have been rewarded for weeks of hard work. Others of us, not quite so successful are simply making the best of things. No doubt many have resolved to take more of an interest in High School this term. What better way can you find than by writing for the High School paper ? Our next edition will be in April. Other papers all around us Can make our own sublime If our fellow school mates send in Contributions all the time. Here a little, there a little; Story, club note, song or jest; If you want a “slick” school paper, Each of you must do your best. ‘ ‘Seniors are Going Some ” The Seniors are rushing with head long momentum With the learning of plays and the work to present ’um, With talented ladies who give talented readings With work for “perfection” in all our proceedings With hardest of lessons with classes uncounted With heights unattained that must still be surmounted With mind, soul and body, we’re working for money (But if, you knew why, you would not think funny) We’re going to Washington, Easter vacation We’ll send picture post-cards to all our relations So what do we care ? For they said that our play Was the best they had witnessed for many a day And when it was over they came to exclaim “Why, it was just fine ! Why not have it again ? And so we will go with our girls bright, and witty— Present “Becky’s Triumph” in each busy city Until with a pocket-book full, overflowing, We start for D. C. Don’t you wish you were going? G. H. ’12.

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Isn’t it queer that Ada Miller is so selfish, she is continually wanting Moore, Moore, Moore. It is a pity that Wilson isn’t always good enough for some people. Probably it isn’t reddy yet. It has been said that the training class is advertising, but we not know what for. Little blinding snow storms Little winds that roar, Make the precious coal pile Shrink up more and more. It certainly is a shame that the school house is so cold for the new teacher. It would be a good plan for the Board of Education to introduce the “Armstrong Heater.” Mr. Mcllroy is growing thinner every day, caused by worrying over the terrible times he is going to have when he goes with the senior class to Washington, D. C. It is sincerely hoped that some, at least from the class of ’12 will choose the stage in after life as their particular calling, for what the world will lose if they do not is inestimable. Extracts from Senior Rehersal. This hall is like a barn. I’m catching my death of cold. Has any one seen Edna? Do you think we’ll ever get this learned ? I don’t know where I’m going to get a wig. I can’t do that last act if I practice all winter. Don’t you wish you were one of the cooking club so you could get something to eat ? Query: Who is the star in the play ? Reply: We are all “Stars.”