Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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Entertaining the Minuter. By permission of the author. ‘ Say, you’re the new minister, ain’t you? Ma’ll be down in a minute. She’s just changing her dress, for she had on the awfulest old wrapper you ever saw. She was makin’ preserves —and when I hollered to her that you was cornin’ up the street, she says, ‘Oh, for pity’s sake, I hope he isn’t cornin’ here to call, an’ me right in the midst of these preserves,’ So I watched to see whether you’d go to Joneses, or here, an’ sure enough you came here. You’ve got a little girl, haven’t you? I saw her across the church on Sunday. I don’t think she’s homely, but Aunt Nettie does. Say, can your little girl dress herself? How does she get dressed then? Her mamma? Well, that’s a joke on Aunt Nettie then, for she said the minister’s wife didn’t know how to dress her little girl. Do you want me to play the phonograph for you? Ma bought it for pa’s Christmas. She has to pay so much a month for it, an’ she didn’t have the money, so pa has to pay for it, or the man would take the phonograph away. Ain’t that a joke on him, to pay for his own Christmas present? He’s mad about it though, an’ says a swear word every month when the man comes for the money. Say, are you goin’ to stay for supper? Ma was kinder afraid you would. I wouldn’t if I was you, for we’re just going to have cold meat, and ma was afraid there wouldn’t be enough to go around. When there isn’t and I ask for more, she tells me it wouldn’t be good for me. There’ll be enough, though if you don’t stay. Don’t you want to see my post-cards? That’s one from Uncle Jim. I was named for him. He’s pa’s brother an’ ma says he’s a stingy old thing, just to send me a postal card at Christmas. You preach longer sermons than Mr. Smith did, don’t you? Pa says you do, an’ he went to sleep last Sunday. But you get sleepy in church too, don’t you? That’s funny. Pa said the committee ought to have got a wide-awake man, so I thought maybe you were sleepy. Does the money from the collection