Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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-

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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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cept that we were making great progress in the first act, when the lights went out, (something that never happens at Wilson), Meg was just singing, The lights went out, and I was left in darkness.” After the play we gathered our belongings into our suit cases, and while one girl sat on the end, another snapped them shut. Then the company” dispersed to different homes, where they were to be entertained. But Mother Chirrup by mistake wore home Gyp’s shoes, and Gyp was left with—well— sure you’d be after laughing if I told you who’s shoes.” Just as the first grey of dawn appeared, the household where Gyp stayed was awakened by an awful scream. It was Mother Chirrup with Gyp’s shoes. But when the package was undone, there was one of Gyp’s and one of Uncle Hyram’s ! Gyp tried in vain, but could not get her foot into Uncle Hyram’s shoe. At last the difficulty was solved by the appearanoe of Uncle Hy-ram himself. Both seemed to be glad to get their own property. But the trip home on the train! We sincerely hope that Mr. Mcllroy will have strict rules when we go to Washington or otherwise some of our crowd will elope with the porters. H. B. ’12.