Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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sort ourselves out so when we arrived we all jumped out at once, pealed off a few layers and then we knew who we were. The class still wonders where Mrs. Coulter put all our wraps. The stage at the “Star Theatre,” was built on tables with some of the seats below the platform. Oh, those kids we could not see underneath the stage! Every time a person made an exit a large piece of the few brains that they had was knocked off by an uncommon low door and one of us had the misfortune to pull off the oven door. Next morning ten below zero we rode to Ransomville, each one having just about nine-tenths of their belongings and the worst of it was Gyp rolled out of the rear of the sleigh, got lost in a snow bank with her feet tangled up in Meg’s wig. The train being late at Ransomville we amused ourselves performing stunts, much to the disgust of Katie. I don’t believe that quiet, pious girl, our Katie, has yet recovered from her indignity. One bright sunny afternoon we again arrived with our baggage at the Wilson depot, and took the train for Burt. Oh ! how hungry we were that night. Velma went in search of hot dogs, lost her way in the attempt but was rescued by some Seniors who unable to to bear the suspension any longer were parading the streets, waving caps high over their heads and screaming, “A hot dog now or never!” Our only trouble was Gracie’s longing for Billie’s presence. We told the man at the door to inquire of everyone if he were Billie and the first to appear was the handsome youth. Then Gracie’s anger was over and her joy complete. Some of the girls went to Kruskie’s to spend the night. The two drivers of the sleigh were Velma’s and Anna’s particular friends and I wish you could have seen our two quietest girls. Why, they simply shocked us. They spooned continually, drove us five miles out of the way and the rest will not be mentioned here. A weary bunch we arrived home for school the next morning. Our final journey was to Youngstown. When we reached the hall we found some young fellows ready to greet a few of the girls. We certainly wonder how Ethel ever parted with the nice looking chap with the fur cap. But that hall inside. There was supposed to be a curtain at the rear of the stage but I

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Life on the Road. After the first night of Rebecca’s Triumph at Wilson when the applause of the audience for our great play reached its height the Senior Vaudeville Company started out to go from place to place. One may think that a life on the road is fun but there are also many difficulties which everyone is not willing to face. Of course our first great trip was to our nearest large city, Ransomville. At 10:30 a. m. with suit cases, band boxes, etc., the company left the school house to set out on a weary march to the depot. Our only path was a wagon track cut deep in the snow. Banging each other with suit cases, falling over our feet and then rising to yell in vain at a passing wagon we at last reached our destination. The train being late and the depot full of passengers an exhibition was made of Clarissa’s and The-ophilus’ hats, much to the amusement of the people. On the train our class yells and laughter deafened everyone. The defenceless conductor (poor man), frightened and bashful was pushed to the rear by Crazy Meg and Gyp much to the disgust of one pious lady who looked at us with eyes of horror. The Opera Hall at Ransomville was sublime, especially the stage. The outer curtain was composed of blue cambric and white cheese cloth attached to a copper wire. As the curtain did not reach the end of the stage the United States flag was substituted. All other doubts however were swept away when the news of the money we had made reached us and of course Billie was there to cheer us, especially Grace. That night we were driven to Mabelle’s home where Gyp and one of the girls after dancing and singing most of the night decided to snore till morning. The most wonderful trip was to one of our largest cities in the state, North Ridge, where at the “Star Theatre,” the class again gave their play. It was zero weather with the snow blowing and six miles to ride. You never would have recognized us with the shawls, blankets and every conceivable thing around us. For instance Katie had a pink scarf tied over her mouth to keep her teeth from freezing for we knew that was the only way we could possibly keep her mouth closed. None of us could

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think it was composed simply of some posts with paper fastened to them to hold them down. Mrs. Delaine certainly had a large bay window in her home and a tub was behind the curtain to catch the water from the leaky ceiling. The audience of course took that as a part of the scenery to one of the dismal acts. The last trouble of our eventful stage life at Youngstown was the losing of two of the girls but finally after a long search they were found sliding down the banks of the Niagara River on their muffs. Thus we have traveled and expect to journey the world over with our ever famous play “Rebecca’s Triumph.” —E. R. S. ’12. Our Last Appearance on the Stage. Not long after the trip to Youngstown we decided to travel to Barker, as our funds were at rather a low ebb. So to herald our approach, a delegation was sent on ahead, as the people would plan a reception worthy of us. And indeed it certainly exceeded our expectations, for we were snowballed down one street, until we didn’t know whether we were a theatrical troupe or a moving van. But for once the hall was large enough to turn around in, and then some to spare. After we had eaten our supper we were summoned to the stage to have our picture taken, as it was to be put in all the leading newspapers. If you wish to see it, you can look in the Buffalo paper for that particular date. It would take too long to relate all our adventures, ex-