Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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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boxes come to you? Ma got a Canada ten cents in the street car the other day, and she said, ‘Never mind. I'll put it in the collection on Sunday.' There’s ma calling me now. I wonder what she wants. Oh, gee whiz! She said I was to come back up-stairs and button her waist in the back for her. I’ll catch it, for I clean forgot it. I’ll tell her I was so busy entertaining you, that was the reason. So long!” —ELSIE DUNCAN YALE. In Honor of Fourteen. Tune: Maryland, my Maryland. There is a class in Wilson High Wilson High, 0 Wilson High, The fame of which can never die Wilson High, 0 Wilson High. A class that now leads all the rest A class indeed, the very best A class by which our school is blest, Wilson High, 0 Wilson High. For many years we’ve labored on Wilson High, O Wilson High And more the goal is nearty won Wilson High, 0 Wilson High. We seven began with primer class And year by year we upward passed And reached the Senior class at last Wilson High, 0 Wilson High. The time has come for us to part Wilson High, 0 Wilson High Our love for thee fills every heart Wilson High, O Wilson High, And as we journey far and near Our love shall ever hold thee dear And be reviewed from year to year, Wilson High, O Wilson High.