Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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A Serious Case-Incurable? It is with sadness we record here the affliction of one dear to the hearts of the students of Wilson High School past and present. About one year ago the unfortunate one contracted a disease which is fast becoming prevalent among the aristocracy and which is considered to be as deadly as smallpox or scarlet fever—an Automobilious attack. The trouble became further aggravated by a visit to the Auto Show and finally reached the acute stage about the first of May, when the malady reached the eruptive stage. A Buffalo specialist was consulted and he confirmed the worst fears by pronouncing it Hupmobiliousness and the patient was given up. From this time on the patient became a changed man. The trouble became chronic and since then we have beheld in the face of our dear Professor the tense and drawn lines and set features of an auto-fanatic. In plain English he is suffering a severe case of auto-face. His brain too has become sadly affected and he talks incessantly of “speedmeters” and “lubricating systems,’' “oils and punctures” —a sad state indeed for such a brilliant mind. We miss the familiar features and pleasant, expansive smile—gone for a time but we trust not forever. Aye Mac! And will ye no’ coma back? 'Tis true we miss ye sairly, Thy bonny face and cheerfu’ grace We long tae greet sae airly. As School Life Goes. Which Freshman wears the biggest hat? The one that has the biggest head. Air. Alcllroy: “What kind of rain do they have in the house latitudes? EdnaM: “Dry.” Miss Lux has changed her mind about auburn hair. She admires it now. As long as Harold couldn’t swipe Aliss Sweet, He swiped sweet candy, To see if he couldn’t keep sweet Because Sweet wasn’t handy.