Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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Senior Notes. THE SENIOR CLASS. President ... Doris Fittro Vice-President - - Elizabeth Tschabold Treasurer - - - Illah Porter Secretary - - Pauline McQuillian Historian - Irene Young Colors—White and Gold Flower—Oxeyed Daisy. Motto—Fideli Certa Merces. The story has been circulated that one of the Senior’s is going to sue for divorce. How about it Doris ? The Senior Class held a masquerade skate, January 5th which was enjoyed by all, All studying was laid aside Thursday evening, February 12th and the Vice-President was pleasantly surprised by the members of the Senior Class. Rarebits. To call money “dough” Seems to me very funny, Dough sticks to your fingers, But it’s not so with money—Ex. For students who are behind in their lessons. Eat beans and ketchup. When in doubt, mind your own business. Putting on Airs. It was evening and Harold approached Andy Salow on his motor-cycle. Andy—“Sir, your beacon has ceased its function.” Harold—“Sir?” Andy—“Your illuminator, I say, is shrouded in unmitigated oblivion,” Harold—“Really, but I don’t quite------” Andy—“The effulgence of your radiator has evanced.”

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®jc ©range anb Slack Published by Senior Class of Wilson High School. VOL. I. APRIL 1914. NO. I Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors Managing Editor Advertising Editors THE STAFF. Miss Lux Irene Young and Elizabeth Tschabold Pauline McQuillian Martha Malloy and Seva Sweet EDITORIALS. Students, the Orange and Black is your paper and you must support it. Which Are You ? P-repared always F-un all day A-little cramming L-owest marks S-tudy heaps U-nfinished lessons S-leeps none N-ever prepared E-njoy high marks K-icked out often D-elighted E-nough said D-arn this luck To Non- Advertuert. We don’t want to buy your store goods, We don’t like you any more; You’ll be sorry when you see us. Going to some other store. We don’t need your clothes and raps, Four-in-hands or other fads; We don’t want to trade at your store If you won’t give us your ads.

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Just then a newsboy shouted across the street: “Hey, Mister yer lamp’s out,” Ruthie said to Harry, “Will you be out to-night!” Now Harry said to Ruthie, “You bet I will all right.” Now is not that joke sublime? “For we all know that Harry is at Ruthie’s all the time.” Do not Heait-Eight to Read This! The hour is growing 1-eight, Still “Sam” and Clara sed-eight Hung on the g-eight. Say, “Sam,” my dear, I really h-eight To part from you, but such is f-eight But, sure, we have another d-eight To-morrow night, so let us w-eight Their arms entwine, they oscul-eight. They say good-night and separ-eight. Grace, Oh Grace, you worry us sore You have them all and you want one more. ’Tis cruel to worry their boyish hearts. With the impartial glances your cupid darts. There’s Ed and Harold and Earl, you know, Just pick out one and tell the rest, “Go!” Floyd Mandaville has taken a great liking to the song, “I wish I had my old girl back again.” Of course there’s a reason. Important to Trappers. It is said that by next fall skins will be bought at a good price in this village. Ask Mary for information as she expects to become a Tanner.