Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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Mable Quiett is very piggish, she always wants “Moore.” Stanley Sherman—“Tom, I wouldn’t let German get ahead of me, I would try to master it.” “Tom—“Well, if I was as big a Dutchman as you are, maybe I could.” A new kind of Sandwich has been made called “Cotton Batting.” How about it Harold? Who’s Joe ? Ask Grace Goodman. Lost—Doc. Moore’s left shoe. Black lace, and size 8 3-4. A reward will probably be given to the finder as he is very anxious to obtain it because he has been seen walking up and down the street and inquiring of passers-by if they had seen a strange shoe. Mr. Mcllroy evidently thinks the Ancient History class is rather bright. He has been known to have them write two hundred pages for one lesson. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust; If Physics don’t kill us, American History must. German Class. Teacher—“Mr. Whittaker, are you anwesendor abwesend?” Pupil—“I am abwesend.” The Ghost: “Mr. Pettit you may say Grace.” But for once in his life, Louie had nothing to say, for Laverda was there. Mrs. Blake has selected new names for the Physic class, such as plus and minus. “I lof mein Louie mit all mein heart.”—L. B. Earnest Teacher:—What is profile?” Bessie W.—“Profile? Why, it is something in a manicure set. Mrs. Blake, on hearing Miss Gyer’s pupils singing said: “Just listen to that wind, it is going right up the scale.” Here are some answers found on examination papers: Henry VIII had six wives and died a natural death.