Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1916 volume:

TO THE ADVERTISERS The Seniors of the Wilson High School wish to express their thanks for your kindness in inserting your ads in their paper and hope that it will meet with your approval as they have done their best to make it a success. G, D. MARKLE, M. P. HUBBARD, C. M. BLAKE, E. J. SMITH, A. M, McILROY NORMAN EIOK, Wilson, N. Y., President of Class second term; Treasurer of Class first term— “Bashfulness is a gift of the Gods.” HOMER -JOHNSON, Wilson, N. Y., Vice President of Class second term—“Wiser than wise.” HARWELL DYER, Wilson, N. Y.— “He is a wise man who talks but little.” GLENN BICKFORD, Wilson, N. Y., Business Manager of Starlight— “Faithful proved he to the last.” GEORGE NORTON,Wilson. N. Y.. President of Class, first term. —“Still the wonder grew that one small head could carry all he knew.” FRED TSCIIABOLD, Wilson, N. Y. —“A devourer of books.” HAZEL R. WILSON, Elberta, N. Y., Historian of Class 1916; Associate Editor of Starlight—“Our genius of the place.” MARY BRENNEN, Ransomville, N. Y.—“Today for me, tomorrow belongs to you.” MARION THOMPSON, Ransomville, N. Y., Historian of Class first term; Assistant Business Manager of Starlight—“Still water runs deep.” EDITH SWICK, Wilson, N. Y., Class I’oet—“Patience excells knowledge. ’’ VESTA SCHWEIGERT, Wilson, N. Y., Treasurer of Class second term; Vice-President ;of Class first term—“This little girlie pleased with a dollic and tickled with a straw.’’ GERTRUDE PATTERSON, Wilson, N. Y.—“Eloquence enough but too little wisdom.” MABEL WILSON, Wilson, N. Y., Secretary of Class first term; Secretary of Class second term; Associate Editor of Starlight— “Can anger dwell in such a heavenly mind!” DORIS WEAVER, Wilson, N. Y.— “Virtue is the true and only nobility. ” URSULA WOLFE, Ransomville, N. Y.—“A harmless thunderbolt.” MARION CRAMER, Ransomville, N. Y.—“She is a winsome little thing.” ('LARA STODDARD, Elberta, N. Y. —“Not dead, but sleeping.” N. Y.— is long.” MARY BERLIN, Wilson, “As merry as the day STARLIGHT THE SENIOR CLASS. PAGE SEVEN Norman Eick ............................. Ilomer Johnson .......................... Mabel Wilson............................. Vesta Sehweigert ........................ Edith Swick ............................. Hazel Wilson .............................. Class Colors: Pink and Green. Class Flower: Pink Rose. Class Motto: “Ad sidera per aspera.” “To the stars through difficulties.” .....President Tice President .....Secretary .....Treasurer ...........Poet .....Historian THE SENIOR CLASS. In these few lines 1 here recall The eighteen seniors, fair and talL Whose characters I shall set down Awaiting a smile, expecting a frown. Now don’t 'be thinking that you’re all right For you may find you’re not so bright; So hear with grace and all good will While I attempt your minds to fill. There’s George, our handsome youthful sport, Whose wilful ways will land him in court; His marks are bad, his standings low, Nor seems to care that this is so. And Vesta, dear, our beauty serene, Before a glass all day doth preen, Who’s saucy to teachers and pert to Mack— Of her we never shall keep track. Marion’s plain of face, but coy, And yet she loves a certain boy; Limousines and cars she may have by the hoard But she says that she prefers a Big Ford. “Grapes” was Norman heard to cry When he saw a red-haired girl go by. So girls, bew’are! Of him beware, Ye who are blessed with lovely red hair. For Hazel we have naught to say Except that we expect some day, If all her plans and wishes carry, To see her stand with her dear Harry. Glenn is a man who’s short of tongue And oft seems speechless all and dumb; In his seat in the rear he takes his place, For he hates to be first or ahead in the race. Mary’s a lass both winsome and sly. If you want to know, we’ll tell you why— For when she slights her bashful manner Then her mamma is sure to “Tanner.” There’s one of us, as we all know, Who’s slow and dull, as sayings go; But, Mabel, tho you’re dull of wit Ne’er fear, there’s many a place you’ll fit. Harwell, lad, both wise and bright, Is thought by all the girls just right; You ought to see the problems fly When he just makes a half a try. Now boys give heed to what you hear, For well you know that ’tis Leap Year. Then all beware of merry Mary— PAGE EIGHT STARLIGHT She a touch of the “Blarney Stone cloth carry. Ursula is quick and sad, She’d never think of being bad, She's loved by all the teachers in school And always abides by the Golden Rule. Fred’rick, austere and bold and slow, A minister will make, we know. But him you just had ought to see When things explode in chemistry. Marion C. does love to sing, And often makes the building ring. A lassie, she, both sweet and mild, Yet sometimes acts a little wild. Among us is one who’s very jolly And answers to the name of Dolly, For her—a poet’s fame and curses, Just stop some day and see her verses. And Homer, like the ancient one, All kinds of wickedness doth shun; For he must live up to the name. And gain himself true world-wide fame. Gertrude is very wild and gay, And not long in one place can stay;; But we have heard that she’s a cook. And can make home a cozy nook. Doris is so docile and meek. And doesn’t have a bit of cheek; She is called the teacher’s pet. And gets the high standings, you bet. Clara, as we all know, is slow; No interest in books does she show, So we fear that this stupid lass No exams next June will pass. This completes our little rhyme, And we hope that you in time Will appreciate what we have done To give you all a little fun. Mary P. Hubbard Hazel R. Wilson Mabel Wilson Glenn Bickford Marion Thompson STARLIGHT BOARD. ..........................Editor in Chief .......................Associate Editors Business Managers EDITORIALS. At the beginning of the year Mr. Mcllroy said that perhaps if the little Juniors were good they might organize later. Now we, as Seniors with four years of experience to back us. advise and enjoin the Juniors to organize, as children are not very susceptible to reasoning, therefore, the best way to instigate them to better accomplishments is by having a Junior class toward which they may look forward as a goal to be prized. Now the organization of a Junior class would promote more school spirit which is sadly lacking at W. II. S. Spirit is the best advertisement a school could have. A pupil will pick out a school with “pep” in it every time. STARLIGHT PAGE NINE PREPAREDNESS. One of the Chicago papers recently took a vote from the parents of that city and found that eighty per cent of those expressing their opinion, favored military drill for their children in the high schools. This is a very clear argument for this sort of preparedness if it is true that all the parents throughout the United States feel this way. That of course we cannot know. There is no doubt, however, that earnest thought should be given this question. The largest cities in the country and all the Atlantic coast states seem to be more interested in the question of drill for the coming generation than is the rest of the country. Wilson should at least know the progress being made elsewhere. Military drill is being discussed for numerous preparatory schools, and it has lately become very important in many colleges such as Princeton, Yale and Harvard. Nothing elaborate would be possible here, but perhaps some simple training may sometime become necessary. “THE YEAR.” Sept. 14—Wilson High School reopens to welcome the class of 16. Oct. 4.—The class of 16 organizes with eleven members. Oct. 7.—The Seniors have an automobile trip to Youngstown. Niagara Falls and Buffalo. Oct. 13.—Test on “Attention” in Training Class standings range from 10-70. The Seniors obtain honorable standings. Oct. 14.—Clark’s dryer burns. Oct. 18.—Dr. J. A. Burns visits school. Oct. 20.—The Regent Inspector visits school. Oct. 30.—Seniors have a Hallowe’en party at Vesta Sehweigert’s. Dec. 6.—.Mi-, and Mrs. Mcllroy compliments several High School boys on their excellent ability in delivering addresses before the public. Dec. 9.—The power is oft' and the building is too cold for the pupils to study so school is dismissed. Dec. 10.—The great debate takes place between High School boys and girls: “Resolved, That the rim of the wheel revolves faster than the hub of said wheel.” Dec. 18.—Seniors hold a box social at Hazel Wilson’s, in Elborta. Jan. 4.—School reopens after Christmas and the pupils are greeted by some new gold radiators in chapel and other cold rooms. And we are glad to say that we have been very comfortable so far except in the laboratory. Jan. 17.—Regent examinations begin and continue until the following Friday. Jan. 25.—1The Senior Class reorganizes with a membership of eighteen. The largest class in the history of this school. Jan. 25.—Miss Bridenbeck fails to come back because of the illness of her mother and Miss Markle is asked to take her place. PAGE TEN STARLIGHT Jan. 24.—The Seniors hold a reading contest in the High School building. Feb. 10.—The Seniors have a box social at Mary Berlin’s. Feb. 24.—The Seniors have their first rehearsal of their play. Feb. 25.—The editorial staff is on tho point of desperation. THE BENEFITS OF AN EDUCATION. The benefits of an education are becoming too well known by the people of the civilized world to require very much explaining at this time. One of the most valuable assets of a young man today is an education. In the commercial or business world, he must be educated in subjects relating mostly to this phase of life; in the literary world, he must be educated in the languages and arts. Any high school graduate finds new paths opening up before him. 11 is capacity and ability for learning and accomplishing many different and difficult problems is enlarged. Employers, knowing this, seek to engage men who have at least a high school education. This is becoming apparent even to the foreign residents of our large cities and we find more and more children, born of foreign parents, numbered among tin graduates of our public schools. A high school education not only increases the graduate’s chances of employment but it is also a source of enjoyment to himself and his intimate friends. lie is enabled to read classical works and to understand as well as enjoy them. To his friends he is an undrainable source ofl truths acceptable to all. For himself lie finds in his reading many valuable aids in after life. Without the ability to understand and read these books, which he has acquired by educating himself, he would be unable to do this. If the high school graduate decides upon a college course, so much the better, as it increases his opportunities to make a name for himself in the world. At college1 lie meets many influential men who will aid him in his work in after years. Ib1 studies the problems of the day and masters them and is enabled to leave college with a much greater store of knowledge and ability to rise, than In had before. If after leaving college, he intends to enter tin employment of another, he is aided by the fact that he acquired his education in a college. By this is shown that he is ambitious as he attempts to put himself on a level with our greatest men. He is paid a higher salary than the uneducated man, and thus the pleasures of life are open to him and he may enjoy them as the result of an education. Although lie has mastered the school and college side of life, lie must not neglect the religious side. This is becoming more and more important; for a man who is well posted on religious subjects and the friend of religion is generally more desirable than one who is not. He is not so liable to frequent places of an immoral char- acter, as much as he would if he were not acquainted with this STARLIGHT PAGE ELEVEN subject. Because of this, his employer obtains the best services from bis employe, and tin employe the best salary. Therefore, one who may enjoy the benefits of a religious education as well as a practical education is very likely to prosper. In conclusion, the noted words of Horace Mann in his “Lectures and Reports on Education” will in a few lines explain the benefits of an education. lie said: “Finally, education alone can conduct us to that enjoyment which is. at once, best in quality and infinite in quantity.” HOMER JOHNSON, ’16. A TRIP TO THE MOON. One day another boy and myself decided to take a trip to the moon, so we had a large shell made into the shape of a bullet and a large cannon to shoot it. Inside this bullet there was room for two people and provisions to last them for three months. There was also a compartment to hold the pieces of another cannon like the first, and a large tank, in half of which there was compressed air and in the other half water. On the day we decided to start we filled the tank with air and water and packed the cannon and our provisions, after which we climbed into the shell and were at last started on our long journey by being shot into space. In about two weeks' time we reached the moon. We opened the door and slipped out of the shell. The first thing that greeted our sight was a mountain covered with snow, as was also the ground. The inhabitants were little short men about two feet tall, who spoke a language in which the words were all of one syllable. Their food consisted of many peculiar things and instead of drinking water they ate snow. The only thing that the men did was to sit in the snow and talk. They had neither schools nor churches and no one seemed to mind the cold. The men made motions to us so we understood that huge giants lived over the mountains. These giants often crossed the mountain and ate a large number of people. On the side of the mountain were large mansions in which we found books and beautiful paintings. This led us to believe that the moon had once been inhabited by a highly civilized people, but as it became colder the people had slowly degenerated to the present inhabitants which we found. In about two days we prepared to start for home. We set up our second cannon and. having lit the fuse, we climbed into our bullet and started for the earth. About half way to the earth we struck a meteor. This changed our course and we landed in the northern part of Canada. When we arrived at Wilson we told our friends that we had had a very pleasant journey but we did not wish to try it again. HARWELL DYER, ’16. PAGE TWELVE STARLIGHT THE GRADUATE’S AMBITION. My desk of books I have laid bare And my soul is free from trifling care; I pass thru the door with some regret. As I stand on the path which Fate has set. Forward I look to the coming years With growing and apprehending fears For duties many have I to perform— The American politics I must reform. The Chinaman bar from our beautiful shore, I must lower the tariff still more and more; In Europe again must the Peace Angel live, The American women the vote I must give; And then for the Presidency I will try. And make the whole nation of Uncle Sam “Dry.” When my duties on earth are finally done. And the course of my life is successfully run. My restful soul to its haven will fly And begin my duties up there on High. HAZEL WILSON, 16. THE HALLUCINATION OF A SENIOR. It was rather tiresome, let me tell you, riding along in that big. heavy wagon over such a narrow, sandy trail, and every one, even to our modest Miss Hubbard shouted with joy when we reached the summit of the hill. We saw the two scouts dismounted just below us and we knew we were to pitch camp in that place. Another thing greeted us and that was the sun just peeping up over the hill in the distance. Mary Berlin said that it was the first time she ever saw the sun rise and would certainly have the picture on canvas before she left for home that night. Everyone reached the ground in safety, even though there was a great stampede, and then of course we were all pleased with the place and crowded around Salow and McMillian to congratulate them on choosing it. As soon as the horses were cared for properly, the boys began putting up the tent, and everyone laughed to see George Schweigert fall over his own feet. There was great confusion, and it did not subside until Glenn Bickford’s glasses were brought to light that he might see whether the tent stakes were at the right angle. It certainly is queer in one respect why glasses are necessary, or maybe it is instinct which leads him to a certain seat on the north side of the room. As soon as the tents were up and the provisions unloaded, Mabel Wilson put some water over to boil—that we might have breakfast. But someone else had to watch the water to keep it from burning, as we all know that Mabel is lacking in the knowledge of domestic science. Breakfast was prepared after a fashion, and we were certainly ready for it. It was no fancy meal, but good, wholesome food. Ruth Diez pronounced the soup delicious and wanted to know if it was “Campbell’s.” Fred liked the condensed milk for coffee because it was “Borden’s,” and wished that he had brought STARLIGHT PAGE THIRTEEN “Moore.” Kenneth ate heartily of the squash, because he was especially fond of “Hubbards.” We noticed that the great dish of grapes that we had gathered on the way was rapidly disappearing and saw that the cause of the havoc came from Norman’s end of the table. Laura Sayer talked continually about the “Sage,” and Homer complained because he didn't think the Campbell’s soup was “Sweet” enough. Vesta did not eat much and we guessed that she was worrying about the little doll with the red hair, that she had left home. We had nearly finished eating, when there was a great noise heard. Nothing could be seen in any direction and we were all afraid of one of those terrible storms which come up so suddenly. But the cause was soon discovered when we saw Mabel Jeffery descending the hill with her Ford. While all the boys were washing the dishes, superintended by Mr. Mellroy, all the girls, under Mrs. Blake’s care, were gathering wood to get dinner. When the work was finished everyone, of course, was anxious to see the country, so we set out in groups in all directions. The country was certainly beautiful and the weather ideal. A small river was near at hand, so some of us went in bathing, while others fished. The forenoon passed and dinner was cooked and served in much the same manner as our morning meal had been. There was one thing which puzzled us all for a time, and that was why Adabelle Schultz kept so quiet. We afterwards heard that it was due to the presence of Mr. Mellroy, as she was afraid that her deportment would be marked down. As the sun was nearly over us, it gradually became warmer, so we decided to rest under the shade trees before making any more sallies from camp. Glenn amused himself playing with a jumping-jack and a toy telephone, the toys that he generally plays with after meals. George Norton cast sly glances all around through the crowd but could not find Hazel, so he came to the conclusion that she must be off hunting for her title. Marion Thompson was very interested in a book, but upon drawing nearer we saw that she was staring at some pictures concealed within its pages. The pictures quickly vanished when a “Wolfe” jumped from behind the tree under which she was sitting. Grace and Angeline were quite startled by the little mouse which Homer had brought along for their amusement. Elva Capen complained of a toothache but I think it was due to the absence of the dentist’s son, just then. Roy De Neau was the first to become restless, and said that he wished he had stayed at home and signed his excuse slips. As soon as it began to grow cooler, the groups again departed to explore the country, but as before they all came back in time for supper. Lelah Martin and Harry Nesbit prepared the supper, with Martin Schultz for boss. Their supper was partaken of heartily PAGE FOURTEEN STARLIGHT by all except Marioi (Varner, who said she couldn't sing after eating so much. Then Marjorie said that Lee Brown must take her home at once because she must practice her music, for she expects to become a great “Singer soon. Clara Stoddard also thought she must go home,, too, before it was so late, because it was so hard to keep Harry awake. Angeline then proposed that we all gather around the fire and tell stories. But that was ruled out when Ida Belle McCrakan said she would whistle if Eloise would play on her violin for her. Mabel Salisbury said that she must be getting her things together for b ranees and Iloilace would be after her soon. All was quiet, when suddenly Martin saw a rat and gave a scream which frightened some of the girls when they learned the cause. Mildred Ward said that we had better all start for home as their Overland was rather balky that morning, and besides she had no hat. We all started when Mrs. Martin said we had better go. Laura Murdock insisted on sitting beside the boys, but Miss Smith watched her rather closely and told her that it was not at all proper. This made Doris Weaver and Marie Maloy angry, because they never saw anything improper in sitting beside a boy. Mary Louise entertained the crowd by reciting original poetry to which Gladys Swick composed music. Ethel Middleton said that this was such a beautiful evening, at which Mary Breeze and Lola Barry exchanged glances. hen we arrived at Miller Brown s store we all jumped out and said that we had had a most enjoyable day. For the next week to come the teachers were kept busy taking down names of those who persisted in talking over the events of that never-to-be-forgotten day. E. S., 16. “A TRIBUTE TO WILSON HIGH SCHOOL.” It’s only a red brick building Surrounded by smooth lawns of green; But the shade trees are proud to be monarchs. Over this beautiful scene. A number of very large windows Admit the sunlight glow, And flowers of all kinds and colors Are permitted herein to grow. At the rear of this grand old buildng, A lawn with quite room for all, Is used on long summer evenings, As a place for the boys to play ball. The front lawn, as smooth as a carpet, Is starred on each side of the walk By a flower bed o’erlooked iby the maples, ’Round which the girls sit and talk. It’s rooms are well lighted and airy, And only the hallways are dim; But so much the better for visiting. There is enough going on, too, within. STARLIGHT PAGE FIFTEEN Four years have passed, and we Seniors Are about to start out afresh; Rut whatever our success hereafter. We will owe it to W. H. S. E. S., ’16. THE SENIORS' AUTOMOBILE TRIP. Last fall soon after we had organized we decided that we would like to go for an automobile trip. The plans were then made, which were, that we would go Friday, October 7th, that we should go in Mr. Kick’s and Miss Thompson’s cars and last, that we all should meet at Miss Thompson’s. At nine o’clock, having met at Miss Thompson’s and arranged ourselves in the cars, we started for Ransomville, but we were sent back to get Marion's camera. In turning around, our car slid into the ditch and after much pushing, Mr. Pasko finally pushed us out. Securing the camera, we joined Marion in Ransomville. From there we went to Youngstown, where Marion discovered that she had lost the cap from the gasoline tank. They went to Youngstown to get a cap but were able to get only a cork. After visiting the fort, when George Norton and Norman Kick got lost in a passageway, we went to Niagara Falls in quest of a cover for the oil tank. Hut Marion was again disappointed, for no cap was to be had. We ate our dinner on Goat Island and, in spite of the rain, it was very much enjoyed by all. Our dinner eaten, we started out of Goat Island in the same direction in which we came. Near the entrance we were stopped by a policeman who told us we should have gone the other way, but he would let us go on, if we would be careful. But those in the other car, when they saw that we had been stopped, began rapidly to back up, before he could have a chance to say anything to them. They barely escaped backing into trees before they got away from him. We we joined by them at the park entrance. At Mr. Pasko’s suggestion, we visited the Hydraulic Power plant. We found it very interesting and enjoyed the beautiful river scenery very much. e then started for Buffalo, although it was raining quite hard. Reaching Buffalo, we went to a cemetery to see a beautiful monument which Ilazel told us about. Then we went to the garage, where we were told that we could get the cap the next Tuesday. Now. to get out of the rain, Ave went to Shea’s and saw “The Dust of Egypt.’’ When we came out of there it Avas quite dark, so Ave decided to go home, but those in the other car decided to stay a little longer and have supper first. When Ave had left Buffalo, Ave stopped beside the road and ate our lunch. When A ’e neared home Ave sbav, that it had not rained here at all. We let Mr. Pasko out at his home and then took George to a Aveiner roast to Avhicli he Avas invited, but found only the coals; then the rest of us Avent home. The next morning Ave heard that the other load Avent back to the Falls with the excuse that they knew the roads that Avay and 1PAGE SIXTEEN STARLIGHT that they could make better time. But we have come to the conclusion that they couldn't get enough to eat at Buffalo, so they went back to the Falls to get more. Even if we were all tired when we reached home, we all declared that we had had the best trip which we have had for a long time. THE SECRETARY, ’16. God marks how long this life shall be; How grandly broad with reach of sympathy. How high toward heaven its growth —He leaves to thee. —ALDIS DUNBAR. “1HE HAUNTED HOUSE.” The road running along the side of the hill gradually ascended from the river which paralleled it. On the left the dense forest bordered this road, while on the right, the steep sloping side of the hill descended to tin water’s edge. The distance was a good mile before the top of the hill was reached. Here was the Haunted House. As one leaves tin road and makes his way toward it a creepy chilling sensation runs up liis back and ends in a shudder. The Haunted House has a dismal aspect about it in the darkening shades of a summer’s evening, and a forbidding one in the winter's twilight. The pines which grow on every side of this house— so old as to be built of logs and consisting of two stories—moan and sigh when winter with its chilling winds passes through their drooping branches. By two steps, very rickety and the worse for the weather, one reaches tin porch. Here it is a question whether to go in or turn about and flee from the house, never to look back until its form is completely hidden by intertwining trees and distance alone. But if one chances to decide in the affirmative and crosses the threshold of the interior he finds himself in a room pervaded with a musty odor. Upon his left is another room which contains the sole piece of furniture—an old couch. At the back of this room is a door that leads to the kitchen, which is as bare as the front room. Coming back to the room containing the couch, one notices an iron ring, old and rusty, nailed to a trap door in the floor. Should this be lifted nothing but darkness is disclosed. To raise one’s self up from this discovery and look around, a desire possesses one to know more of this house so dreary and dismal and situated on an almost untraveled road. About it all is an atmosphere repelling yet fascinating. It was just dusk at tin end of a dark and rainy day, when out of the forest on the left and into the road appeared a young man clad in a suit similar to that of a hunter. ‘‘Surely this is the road they told me to take,” he spoke half aloud, ‘‘and there must be some place along here where I can find a night’s lodging.” STARLIGHT PAGE SEVENTEEN IIis thoughts seemed to keep him company as he slowly began the ascent. “Where has Alice Le Vans disappeared to? It has been five years since she was last seen by anyone who knew her. At that time she was in the company of a stranger who came to town a week before her disappearance. He must he connected with this case and I will find her if it takes a lifetime,’’ Blair exclaimed through set teeth. “Her father was good to me when I was down and out. It was he who put life in a new light to me. Well I remember the night he saved me from what 1 thought tha only way to end it all. And what an expression of pity was in her eyes as she saw me then ! But she never knew the hard road of life. Hers was an easy one, congenial surroundings, parents who almost idolized her, and never a care, all were hers. How good it must seem to have all these!” and he thought of his own hard struggle for life less than ten years ago. “Ilello, what’s this?’’ he exclaimed as by chance he left the realm of thought and came back to a material world. It was the top of the hill and what he saw was the Haunted House. Blair paused awhile before he decided to approach such a dreary abode, but having no better place to go, he made his way up the path and onto the porch, lie knocked in vain for no one came to the door. “Well, I’m going in and stay for the night, anyhow, he said as he pushed the door open and made his way inside. It was quite dark now and he could scarcely make his way about to find what sort of a place he was in. The rain still fell softly on the roof overhead and a slight breeze caused the pines in the yard to moan. “Who would ever have dreamed of my being compelled to pass a night here,” he said half aloud. “I m here now, so I suppose 1 11 have to make the best of it. I wonder who lived here, perhaps years ago. Surely the house has been vacant for some time and its material proves it to be quite long standing.” When Blair had now finished his supper—a couple of sandwiches a piece of boiled ham and a few good swallows of warm coffee from his thermos bottle—he found the old couch and taking a blanket from his small pack, he retired for the night. He lay there for some time thinking of the day s events and of flu possibility of ever finding Alice Le Vans. Sleep seemed to elude him tonight for some reason. Perhaps it was his thoughts that made him wakeful or another reason that lie disliked to acknowledge this queer house and its lonely situation. “O shucks!” he exclaimed. “I’m a big coward that’s all, who is alone in an old house.” With these words he turned over and went to sleep. How long he had slept he did not know, but he was awakened by a creaking noise not ten feet from his couch. Then there was a bang as the trap door fell backward leaving the hole uncovered. Blair raised upon his elbow just in time to see a white figure rise slowly up through the hole. He became almost paralyzed with fear; he was PAGE EIGHTEEN STARLIGHT powerless to move except to keep his gaze riveted upon the white clothed figure. The apparition now with a slow gliding motion passed into the kitchen. When a few moments had elapsed, Blair caught the words which were uttered in a low but distinct voice, “John, 0 John, is that you? Have you come back again?” The tones were almost pitiful yet half expectant as if she were looking for some one long absent. Back from the kitchen she came and directly towards him; always moving in that ghostly manner. Then for the first time Blair beheld her face. The features were pallid but very marked. “My God!” he exclaimed under his breath, “can this be Alice Le Vans or her spirit? It must be; it cannot be other than her!” By this time the figure had passed his couch and to the front door. She made a motion as if to open tin door. Suddenly she shrank back; her arms extended before her and the palms of her hands outward as if she would repell some danger. What an expression of terror was on her face now! The hole in the floor was directly behind her and then. “O John, please don t. please don’t do if. Then with a low but piercing shriek she threw up her hands and disappeared. A few moments later the trap door fell with a thud and a'l was still. , 7.7 ' Blair could not move; he was one turned to stone. What mortal could undergo such a spectacle without loss of self control? Blair did not sleep the rest of the night. IIis thoughts were too busy and lie was completely unnerved. Wlimi dawn at last appealed in tin east it was a man with haggard features who made his way down the path between the pines 1o the road. W hat was he, Blair, to tell Be Vans and his dear wife? There could be no doubt that the Haunted House had solved the mystery of Alice Be Vans disappearance. GEORGE NORTON '1 (5. 1. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. TEN RULES FOR WORKING IN LABORATORY. You can avoid soiling your clothes by putting on your aprons. Never become careless with the alcohol lamps. They arc liable to explode. (A well known fact.) Never leave any material in the test tubes or other dishes over night or you will be minus some small change. Always read your directions carefully before beginning to work, or perhaps you will have to observe from those across tin table. Always be careful about inhaling fumes from the ammonia bottle or you will be sorry. % Take care that at least one of your drawings in each experiment is somewhat like the original. The instructor can guess at the rest. Always be quiet and never whisper to your nearest neighbor as it annoys those around you. STARLIGHT PAGE NINETEEN VIII. For the sake of your fellow classmates be careful how you handle bottles containing H2S. IX. Do not bring tempting lunches to eat after school, as it gives those around you an uncomfortable feeling. X. Do not use C. 1 nitric acid to remove slight stains from the hands. When we first came to these school doors, We were Freshmen, as green as grass; Now, as grave and reverend Seniors, Smile we over the verdant past. We have fought four years together. We have struggled side by side; We have conquered every hardship. We have come out on top the tide. George, we know, will go to Harvard, Some to Norwich or to Rome; Some to Greenland’s icy mountains. More, perhaps, will stay at home. —M. E. T„ ’16. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1916. We, the Seniors of the Wilson High School, of the Town of Wilson, in the County of Niagara and State of New York, being of sound minds and memories, do make, publish and declare this our last Will and Testament in manner following, that is to say: First We direct that all our just debts and expenses be paid and that our class photographs be given to each of our surviving families. Second: We bequeath the two waste paper baskets in chapel to the High School, pupils, as more suitable places for depositing their gum than under the desks. Third: We give and bequeath the honest old thermometers that hang at the back of the room, to the Freshies. Fourth : We give and bequeath the neatly kept lockers in the Chemistry Laboratory to the future Chemistry and Physics classes. On the condition that they keep them in the same order. Fifth : To the coming Chemistry Class we bequeath this warning. don't laugh when there is an explosion. It’s dangerous, as words usually follow without smiles. Sixth : We give and bequeath the North East class room, ihe seat of many disputes, but nevertheless sacred to us all, to the Juniors. Seventh: We give and bequeath our honorable back seats to the Seniors of 1917. on the condition that their conduct is good, if no , they must be moved to the front. Eighth: If any of the persons mentioned in this will shall con- test this, our said will, we direct and order that he, she or they rhall be cast off entirely and his, her or their share shall go to those not so contesting. Lastly, we appoint our beloved Professor, Mr. Mcllroy, executor of this our last Will and estament, hereby revoking all former wills PAGE TWENTY STARLIGHT by us made. giving him full power in carrying out our will. In witness whereof we have hereunto subscribed our names. Date Feb. 1st. in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and sixteen. NORMAN KICK. President. IIOMKR .JOHNSON, Vice President. VESTA SCHWEIGERT, Treasurer. MABEL WILSON, Secretary. Witnesses: CORA M. BLAKE. MARY P. IIUBBARD. GRACE I). MARKLE. 326 Fifth Ave., New York, June 12, I92li. My dear M� Mcllroy. 1 simply had to write to you and tell you my experience during this last year while traveling in Europe and elsewhere, collecting material and local color for my next novel. I have already written six “best sellers” and several short stories, but I shall not discuss my affairs any more for 1 realize that you must be busy and your time limited, so 1 will not impose upon you any longer than necessary. but will go on with my story. About a year ago this time 1 took passage for Europe on the “New Allantik.” Having some grievances to report, I asked for the captain—and behold when we met—who do you suppose it was? No one but Glenn Bickford. It was the first time that 1 had seen him since we had graduated from W. II. S., for you remember immediately after commencement he left for the European battlefield where by his wonderful power of speech and his personality he brought peace in Europe. Then he disappeared. Glenn was never one to await his just praise. He told me everything that had happened during the ensuing years. Then he asked me if I would not like to go for a ride. A ride? Well to be sure there was his faithful Ford, in which we sailed over the decks, climbing and descending stairs from tin top of the ship to the bottom. Glenn told me when we were down near the kitchen that he had a surprise for me and 1 could not help but wonder what it was, when suddenly we stopped before the kitchen door and alighted from the car. Upon entering the beautiful large, neatly kept room, we were greeted by Glenn’s surprise, for who should come toward me but my dear old friend Marion Cramer. I was very much taken by surprise and was a long time in realizing that Marion could possibly be “Head Cook” on this ship, but it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that she was not only cook but also mistress of the ship, “Mrs. Bickford.” 1 certainly had a pleasant trip and reluctantly said farewell when we arrived at London. But here another surprise awaited me, for as I was walking through Trafalgar Square, I saw before me a Salvation Army woman STARLIGHT PAGE TWENTY-ONE with a kettle, sinking-. I can never pass a Salvationist without giving a little something, so I stepped up to her. Something about her voice and face seemed familiar. I looked at her more closely. Could it be? Yes. it was my old classmate and friend, Ursula Wolfe. She told me her story. It seems she had been disappointed in love and had turned to the Salvation Army for comfort. I now noticed that she was leading three dogs and she seemed to care considerable for them. I left her with mingled feelings of pity. 1 had already met three of my classmates; would I meet any more? Next day I left for Paris. As I was passing one of the leading theaters of that city, the name of Gertrude Patterson on the billboard caught my attention. Surely this illustrious and immortal actress could not be our Gertrude of W. H. S., I thought. But I must find out, so I humbly inquired of a haughty attendant at the stage door for Miss Patterson. No, I could not see her, she was at rehearsal. Could 1 see her this evening? No, she was to sing before the King of England. Did he happen to know if Miss Patterson was born in America, at Wilson, New York? Yes, he believed she was. I was satisfied. I had heard enough. Think of it, Mr. Mcllroy, our sedate and demure Gertrude a very famous actress! As 1 was compelled to leave for Berlin the next morning I could not see her. Perhaps she would not have known me, anyhow; ten years is a long time. When 1 reached Berlin, I determined to look up Norman Kick, as Glenn had told me lie was in that city. 1 went to call on him, but with misgivings, for Norman had become a world famous cancer specialist. 1 gave the attendant my card and asked for Mr. Eick. I was told that llerr Eick could not see me. He was too busy writing a speech on Woman Suffrage which was to be delivered at the Suffrage Rally that night on “I liter dem Linden.” Imagine my astonishment, Mr. Mcllroy, Norman Eick and Woman Suffrage! Well, finally, on the plea of being an old school friend, L was admitted to his presence. But I was glad to get away, for all that Herr Norman Kick would discuss was cancers and Woman Suffrage. Interesting, you know, but almost too much of a good thing. This episode gave me food for a good deal of thought on my journey to Petrograd, Russia, a few days later. Glenn had told me that Vesta Schweigert was here in Petrograd but he did not know what she was doing. I met Vesta just as she was leaving her boarding place for work, as I supposed. So I said 1 would accompany her to her place of employment and chat about old times. She stared at me and laughed a little and said that that was a good plan. Alas! It was my turn to stare, for the change in cur Vesta was wonderful. She looked as though she had stepped out of a modiste’s window, she was so trim and stylish. We stopped at a large building with the sign “School for Ballet Dancers’' over the door. We went in. I was so dazed that I could not utter a sound, only “trust and obey.” Vesta took me into a large room and left me there. Later she returned with a bevy of girls, all attired in fluffy pink dancing skirts. Vesta was certainly STARLIGHT PAGE TWENTY-TWO a very graceful and wonderful dancer. She could interpret the music perfectly. She told me she had been studying eight years and was to make her debut next month. She very graciously and condescendingly bade me farewell. It made me a little angry. I felt like showing her my six “best sellers.” She summoned an attendant to see me out. lie bowed and kneeled before her and said: “Yes, Madame Schweigertsky.” Schweigertsky! Wonder of wonders! I left rather reluctantly for Turkey, for I would not be likely to meet any of my friends there. Rut, alas! the ways of Fate are strange. There was an accident on the track ahead of us and I was compelled to stop off one night in a small, out-of-the-way village in Austria, and 1 had to inquire at a private home for lodging for the night. When the door was cautiously opened, upon my knocking, I peered into a dimly lighted room, past a tall thin man, who asked suspiciously, “What do you wish?” 1 told him my desire and he said, rather crossly, that he did not pretend to keep a boarding house hut would take me in as 1 was an American like .himself. Imagine my joy at hearing this, and still more, Mr. Mcllrov, to find upon entering tin room, that it was no other than my old friend Fred Tschabold. 1 asked him why he was living in this small, out-of-the-way place alone by himself with only an old colored woman (his cook) to keep him company. lie said, “Hazel, on the foundation of our old friendship I will tell you my secret, which 1 have kept hidden from the inquisitive public for five years, but is on the verge of becoming known to the world. I have labored hard and have completed my life-long desire. 1 have invented a “perpetual motion” machine. This machine will do its own repairing and will keep in operation forever, and I hope will be of great service to mankind.” This was Fred’s story, and think how surprised and proud Mrs. Rlake will be when she hears that Fred Tschabold, one of her former physics boys has made himself famous the wide world over. After spending one day with Fred, the track was clear and I had to continue my journey on to Turkey. 1 was rather lonely at Constantinople so I inquired at the American embassy for the Americans which were there. I was told that the Rev. George Norton, a missionary, lived there. Well, Mr. Mc-Ilroy, I can tell you 1 lost no time in looking up George. After greeting me he asked me where I was going, and as it was growing late, he asked me if 1 wouldn't go home with him and meet his wife. 1 assented and he led me out of a side door where a long, low. expensive racer stood. He turned to me with a smile and said, “My only diversion.” He took me through that city at such a rate that I was dazed when we reached our destination. Such extremes in his character. This was the first chance I had had to examine him closely. George certainly did look rather freakish in those strange Turkish pantaloons. lie took me into a room where a rather stout woman sat, brilliantly dressed in Turkish clothes and with a heavy STARLIGHT , ________PAGE TWENTY-THREE veil over her faee. George simply said, “My wife,” and left us. I thought it rather tactless of George to leave me with a strange woman, who probably knew not a word of English, and I certainly could not talk Turkish. I was at a loss what to say, when she raised her veil and disclosed—whom do you suppose? No one but my old classmate and chum, Clara Stoddard! We had not said much when several other ladies entered the room. I wondered if this could be a harem. A few days later I left for China, where T accidentally met Marion Thompson serving as companion to a very wealthy old lady. Marion told me that -when the old lady died she was to receive the money to build a home for old ladies in the United States, over which Marion is to be matron. So I am now quite sure of a shelter in my old age. When I had gathered enough local color and material in China, I sailed for San Francisco. I certainly was glad to reach the United States again. One day while walking through the streets of San Francisco I saw a large and imposing sign, on which I read: “Be beautiful! Mary Brennan will make you beautiful in twenty-four hours.” I went in and we had a very pleasant chat notwithstanding the fact that Mary had several people in tin process of becoming beautiful. Mary told me that she had just returned from the tabernacle where the “ Dyer-Berlin ” Evangelistic Campaign was being carried on. You would think that I would be hardened to surprise by this time, but this nearly stopped my heart beating. Who would ever have thought that Harwell would become an evangelist and that Mary would consent to put up with the hardships which an evangelist’s pianist must endure. But so it was and I could not leave San Francisco until I had heard them. Unbeknown to them I sat in their audience and 1 must say that such a crowd in such a small building 1 never saw. When the meeting was over I could barely get a word with the evangelist or his assistant, but when 1 did. they both seemed glad to see me and said that they were coming back to Wilson in the spring. They told me that they were in Colorado Springs a few months ago and while there they boarded with Doris Weaver, who was keeping a large boarding house in that city. 1 promised 1 would go to see Doris while I was stopping in Colorado Springs. 1 was very much surprised to hear that Doris was keeping a boarding house and decided to get an explanation from Doris hereself. So upon reaching her home 1 asked for rooms. She did not recognize me at first, but when she did. she nearly covered me with kisses and sobbed out this woeful tale on my shoulder. “The teachers always told me. you remember, that 1 was working too hard and that I would be sorry some day. Well, two years ago my health began to fail and I began to lose flesh, and Dr. Burns told me that 1 must have a change of climate. lie suggested Colorado Springs, so hero I am. and 1 have taken this place and am running it. while the real proprietor is off on a trip to Europe. But Hazel I really enjoy it, and you know 1 always just delighted in washing dishes, and I will be sorry when the owner returns, but then I am PAGE TWENTY-FOUR STARLIGHT regaining my health. Hooray!” So you se' Doris was the same old girl. 1 was very contented and could have stayed much longer with Doris but business called me to Chicago, where 1 knew my old friend Dolly Swick lived. I had a great time in locating her place of business, but when I found her she stood behind a counter and s how-case, and what do you suppose was in the showcase? Wigs! Switches! and Rats! Horror of Horrors. Dolly was very glad to see me, and said that I just happened to find her when she had nothing to do. In one hour she must comb Mrs. dames' hair for the dance. Dolly had become very successful in the art of hairdressing and making switches. But she said that she made the most of her money in combing dead people’s hair. Sometimes she received as high as six dollars per hour, and never less than three dollars. Indeed, 1 didn’t fancy Dolly’s position, but she seemed perfectly happy. On my way back to New York City I decided to stop off at Cleveland to see some friends. While there I attended the circus. It was very interesting, especially one lady trapeze performer, who was very agile. I turned to the person beside me and asked: “Who is that lady suspended from a bar at the top of the tent? lie looked at me with pity. I certainly was to be pitied, not to recognize Mabel Wilson, the wonderful trapeze performer, the only lady in the world who could tie herself in a knot. Well, I certainly was to be pitied then, for, Mr. Mcllroy, you could have knocked me over with a feather. 1 did not have a chance to speak with her and, dazed, I went on my way expecting to revisit Wilson and Elberta on my way home to New York City. Think of it, Mabel Wilson a trapeze performer in the “ Woole Wild West Show!” On the train 1 began to think how many of the old class of 1916 1 had run across in my travels, and on counting up I found that Homer Johnson was the only one who 1 had not seen. 1 thought 1 would inquire for him when 1 reached Wilson. Nearly everything in Wilson is changed and I knew scarcely anyone. Upon asking for Homer Johnson, 1 was told that he was a very successful farmer up in the village of East Wilson. Ilomer, on leaving school, wished to show Niagara County men how to farm, so he went at once to East Wilson—dear old East Wilson. From Wilson 1 revisited Elberta, the scenes of my childhood. Elbera, you will be glad to hear, has recently been incorporated as a city. 1 couldn’t stay there half as long as I wanted to, for I had to go on home. Mr. Mcllroy, are you not proud of the class of 1916? Perhaps you have forgotten us, now you are president of Princeton, with a good chance of becoming the President of the United States. Have you heard that Mrs. Blake has discovered the “philosopher’s stone” and is now rolling in wealth? I often see Miss Hubbard, who is the head of a very exclusive and fashionable school here one the Avenue. I suppose you often STARLIGHT PAGE TWENTY-FIVE seo Miss Bridenbeck in Washington, where she is the German interpreter. Miss Markle has just recently completed her new Virgil text hook and she is having the pleasure of seeing it introduced into many of the large schools here in New York. 1 will not bother you any more, hut if you will accept them I will send you a set of my six best sellers, and 1 will also say that I speak for the class when I say that we are proud of your success; and with best wishes for your future success, I remain Yours admiringly, HAZEL R. WILSON, ’16. WISE AND OTHERWISE. Mary Louise—What course is Martin going to graduate in, Mary ? Mary Brennen—In the course of time. Miss Ilnhhard (in English IN'.)—The envelopes are here. They are either two for a cent or a cent apiece. 1 cannot forget. It cannot be You’ve failed to see That Hazel is mv affinity. —(M.) Miss Swick (in Virgil)—Nor have I any hope of seeing my ancient parents. Kenneth says his pa is making his ma economize now because potatoes are so high. He told her the other day that she had to pare all of them with his safety razor. Knowledge in truth is the great sun in the firmament. Life and power are scattered with all its beams.—Webster. Miss Bridenbeck (in Virgil)—When a man cannot hear, he is dead isn’t he? Yes, words may sound alike, yet have Dissimilar meanings maybe; How different is a weak old man Prom just a week old baby! If periods are pyramids, what are commas? Ask George N. Why doesn’t Norman carry a robe on the hack seat? Ask V esta. A certain duet rendered by II. Wilson and M. Jeffrey proved to he too much for Mr. Mcllroy. Don’t give Marjorie any matches. If you want to know why not, ask her. PAGE TWENTY-SIX STARLIGHT Homer—I want a pair of trousers. L. W. Smith—IIow ion do you want them? Ilomer—I don’t want to rent them; I want to buy them. Vesta had a little lamp, It was well trained, no doubt; ’Cause every time that Dwight came in That little lamp went out. Ruth I)iez—Say, 1 have an idea. Angeline—Well, treat it kindly; it's in a strange place. If Lee Brown gets unruly we will send him down to the nursery. (Marks’.) Harwell—Why is a Ford a musical ear? Ilomer—Because it has a brass band on the radiator. Verna1—Why does Lora S. look over her glasses so much? Elva Capen—So as not to wear them out. Who erased that banner? That banner with colors so bright, Which in such a flaunting manner Adorned the board at the right.—II. W. In life, as in baseball, hit the line hard, Don’t foul, don’t shirk. Hit the line hard. —Col. Roosevelt. There are so many Fords in English Literature that INI. Jeffrey « is getting embarrassed. Mabel W.—It isn't safe for Norman to stay out late nights in the winter. Glenn—Why ? Mabel—It's to cold for the Oakland. Martin is O. K. in “Deutch” but Miss Smith says that lie will have his wife along when it comes to voting. Mrs. Blake fears she will have to take some of her chemistry class to the hospital and get muzzles made for them so as to keep them quiet. Fred has resolved to use less of “Borden’s-” condensed milk because he believes it is making him fat. Clara giggles, giggles as she goes And if perchance she does not know A question that Smith may throw, She giggles. A boy was called upon in Latin class to give the principal parts of the verb “delay.” Not knowing what it was, he nudged his next door neighbor and whispered, “What is it.” Ilis friend whispered back, “darn if I know.” The lad’s face then brightened and he stammered out, “Darniftno—darnifinare—darnifiavi—darnifinatus.” STARLIGHT PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN If you grot warm go down to the training class for there is quite a “Breeze” down there. If one of the Seniors was on wheels would lie be called a Big Ford. Martin Schulze nearly had heart failure last Friday running after the nine o’clock train. He ran nearly a mile toward Elberta before lie caught it. “AUCTION SALE.” On Saturday p. m. at 3 o’clock from the schoolhouse steps, 1 shall offer for sale the following ponies: Kind. Name. Condition. Latin ..............Cicero Lame from overdrawing Latin...............Caesar.......Gentle, even a child may use him Latin ..............Virgil Haltered, but never rode Terms: Cash at time of sale. GEO. NORTON, Owner. ROY McMILLIAN, Auctioneer. Glenn—Must I stick all these stamps on myself, Mr. Ilackett, in P. O.—Can if you want to, most folks put them on the packages. Miss Thompson gives an account of the love scene in “Mid Summer Night’s Dream” very fluently. Mr. Bickford to Miss M. Wilson—Isn’t it terrible that we have to study such books in school ? Miss M. Wilson—I have studied it. Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle.—Michael Angelo. George N. (in Virgil)—Her dresses descended to her lowest feet. What key has unlocked the door to Mabel’s heart? I-key, of course. Rex is the proprietor of the Stacy Head Heating Plant. Ruth Angevine expects to live in a Tower some day. Tommy saying his prayers: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake Well—I should worry, A lady on receiving a proposal by telegram rushed to the telegraph office and asked quickly, “How much does it cost to send a telegram ?” “Twenty-five cents for ten words,” was the reply. This was the telegram that the suitor received: “Yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes!” PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT STARLIGHT Kid McMillian, who last year obtained a great reputation as a boxer, is now trying to get a patent on cork legs tor horses, lb1 has offered to go halves on the results with anyone who will lend him $30 —M. S. ’17. George has a great chemical affinity for some people, says Mrs. Blake. “CLASS STONES.” Freshman—Emerald. Sophomore—Blarney stone. Juniors—Grind stone. Seniors—Tombstone. Harry Nesbit will answer any questions asked in regard to trapping skunks. “Time was, is past; thou canst not it recall. Time is, thou hast;; employ the portion small. Time future, is not and may never be. Time present is the only time for thee.” Mr. Tschabold (in English). “They found the bones of the diseased.” Adabelle Schultz must surely believe in the motto “Stick up for your rights.” She surely lives up to it for whenever she knows or imagines that her rights are being wronged, she flys up and punishes the offender. For sale—A full blooded cow giving milk, three tons of hay, a lot of chickens and several stoves.—Doris Weaver. Silently one by one in the notebook of the teachers Blossom the little zeros, the forget-me-nots of the pupils. Miss Hubbard—I)o you know Shakespeare well? Roy McMillian, aside to Glen—(That don't catch me); aloud to teacher: Of course not—lie's been dead a long time. I never saw him. Speak gently; ’tis a little thing, Dropped in the heart’s deep well. The good, the joy that it may bring Eternity shall tell.” Clara S.—Wrhat 'is the next most important thing in life after religion ? G. Norton—Getting married. Mr. Mcllroy—Who originated the first geometrical proposition? Irene Fillingham—Noah. Mr. Mcllroy—How so? Irene—He constructed the are B. C. A FEW RESOLUTIONS. I. Some of the chemistry girls have resolved to destroy all male-rial left after they finish their experiments instead of leaving it for the Seniors who are having a meeting in the northeast classroom. STARLIGHT PAGE TWENTY-NINE !i. he boys consider their lives valuable enough that they have resolved to let the new radiators alone. II]. The Seniors have all resolved to make less noise during class meetings so as not to disturb the chapel. JV The High School boys have resolved to refrain from marking time with their feet in chapel as it disturbs those around them. V. The chemistry class have all resolved to have as little to do with II2S as possible for fear it might generate evil odors. Mr. McCormick bidding Mr. Ilroy goodbye after graduation — Mr. Me Ilroy, all that I know I owe to you. Mr. Me Ilroy—Pray don’t mention such a trifle. Why wasn’t Ruth Diez afraid to go home after dark? Because she had her “Excelsior guard.’’ Is Homer true to his colors? Well, just look at his socks. Poor Mildred will catch cold if she has to go without a hat for the rest of the winter. Why did we ask Homer to furnish sugar for our supper? Why, because it. is “Sweet” and we thought he could get that easier than anyt hing else. Teacher—Johnie, what view did General Grant take of the Civil War? Johnie—lie was sitting on top his house. Little boy to his mother—Mamma. I saw Albert at church today. Mother—How did you know it was Albert? Boy—Why he had one of those things on his head that didn't have any hair on it. FIVE WELL KNOWN CAPES. Cape of Good Hope Cape Flattery .... Cape Lookout .... (’ape Fear ........ Cape Farewell .... Sweet 16 y nrs .....20 years .....25 years .....30 years ......40 ye« rs Homer has turned undertaker and has been carrying out some of the dead animals which so frighten some of the Sophomores and Juniors. Vesta has just found out where her pretty little Christmas gift came from. PACK THIRTY STARLIGHT One of our most. acD'.ve members, Mr. Bickford—he is constantly on the move. George lias resolved to stay in nights and put more time on his much neglected hooks. Will Glenn find out who he is talking to after this? Ask him. Mrs. Blake—What does longevity mean. Andrew? Andrew—I cannot describe what it just is hut it is what cer tain hoys have. Harwell Dyer is 5 foot 8. George Schweigert is 6 foot, while Mr. llrov is 6 foot 2. LOST. One, right, buttoned, black gun metal shoe, sometime during tiie noon hour on Feb. 10. 1916. Finder will receive a suitable reward upon returning the above described to Ruth Albright. Any one wishing for knowledge of the new element “tinamony ’ will perhaps receive it upon asking George Norton. The teachers wish that the Seniors would take up a collection for Fred’s benefit so that he can buy some pencils, pens and ink. Mrs. B. (to chemistry class)—If your conduct is good perhaps I will let you go out into the back yard and make gun powder. Mrs. B. (in chemistry class)—What makes soap soft and sticky ? George N.—They put raisins, in it. Mr. Mcllroy—Why do you have looking glasses here in tin lab..' The boys never use them do they? Mrs. Blake—Why, yes! They even get on their knees to us-them. ADVERTISEM ENTS. C. ,J. CHAPMAN. It. It. SING Kit. Central Milling Co. Manufacturers of High Grade Flour, Grain and Mill Feeds, Custom Grinding; Buffalo Gluten. WILSON, N. Y. A. C. BIGALOW, R. It. SINGER, M. J. RADIGAN, President. Vice-Pres. Gen. Manager. Wilson Lumber Co. All kinds of Building Materials, Cement, Lime Blaster, Fence Posts, Tile and Brick, Doors, Frames, etc. Mill work and Carpenter Shop. Hard and Soft Coal. Bell Phone. Wilson, N. Y. J. G. Wright MANUFACTURER OF Evaporated Apple Products. Pure Sweet Cider and Vinegar Stock. Bell Phone. Wilson, N. Y. ADVERTISEMENTS. J. A. DIEZ Automobiles and Tractors. Mitchell Automobiles. Chase Tractors. Bell Phone. Wilson, N. Y. Wilson’s Bowling Alleys Special Prices Given to Clubs Wishing to Howl. Confectionery. Soft Drinks and Cigars. Open Day and Night. T. WILSON SON Tomicide it Sticks Insecticide and Fungusicide Combined Ask Teague ADVERTISEMENTS. WILSON GARAGE W. L. Dox, Prop. General Repairing. Machine Work. Supplies. Livery. WILSON, N. Y. Faery and Allgier GARAGE General Reparing and Accessories Bell Phone 6 F 12 WILSON N. Y. Buick. Pleasure Cars. Overland. Our Motto: When better ears are built TREICHLER HOUSEL will sell them. Denby. Trucks. Buick. COMPLIMENTS OF Wm. Albright ADVERTISEMENTS. - J. W. BACKETT 8 SON Grocery and Meat Market Bell Phone 54. Wilson, N. Y. WE GUARANTEE To every purchaser of our goods that they are the best that can be made by skilled workmen with the latest machinery and the best material, and this guarantee is based on a reputation for excellence and integrity in manufacture now established for over half a century. SPECIAL GUARANTEE We guarantee all goods (except knives) bearing the stamp For 20 years in ordinary family use. H. L. Treichler HARDWARE. HEATING PLUMBING. WILSON. N. Y. Geo. H. Upton Blacksmithing and General Repair Work BELL PHONE ELBERTA N. Y. ADVERTISEMENTS. COMPLIMENTS OF Dr. A. E. Bartoo COMPLIMENTS OF John A. Burns, M. D. Geo. N. Smith, M. D. Office Hours: 1 to 3, 7 to 9 BELL PHONF 50 F 2 WILSON N. Y. MILLER S BROWN Headquarters For Dry Goods, Groceries, and Furnishing Goods MAIN ST. WILSON N Y. ADVERTISEMENTS. COMPLIMENTS OF VICTOR BERLIN C. B. FOSTER GENERAL HARDWARE. Heating, Plumbing, Tinning, Farming Implements, Oils, Wall Paper, Oil Cloth, Linoleum, Paints, Etc. BELL PHONE. RANSOMVILLE, N. Y. BUICK SIX. CHANDLER SIX J. A. SHERMAN Dealer in AUTOMOBILES AND TRUCKS. A call to 19-F-21 Bell Phone will give you a demonstration of the wonderful SAXON SIX. From 2 to 50 miles an hour on high. 21 miles on a gallon of gas. RANSOMVILLE, N. Y. WM. BURMASTER Come and see my new lot of Buggies and Cutters. Very Latest Models. Prices Moderate. Dealer in Bowker’s Fertilizers. BELL PHONE. RANSOMVILLE, N. Y. ADVERTISEMENTS. THE HUB HOTEL Tonsorial Parlors in connection. First Class Line of Cigars. Hotel Rates $2.00 per dayl BELL PHONE. WILSON, N. Y. ARTHUR BUNDY Wilson, N. Y. Tonsorial Parlors. Tobacco, Cigars, Etc. Best in Town. Billiard and Pool Tables in Connection. If you want that Million Dollar look go to L. W. SMITH and get into a blue serge suit that will take you most any place. It is the happy medium suit that can be worn with safety anywhere. BELL PHONE. WILSON, N. Y. TAGGART 8 STEVENS General Merchandise AT THE STATION WILSON NEW YORK ROY. W. RISING FUNERAL DIRECTOR. Furniture, Pianos, Wall Paper, Etc. Prices right. Prompt Attetion to All Calls. Motor Hearse ifDesircd. Phone Store, 107-F-2. Res. 25-F-ll. WILSON, N. Y. COMPLIMENTS OF Wilson State Bank Wilson Insurance Agency P. GERMAIN Hand Made Farm Harnesses Horse Furnishing Goods and Repairing. WILSON NEW YORK ADVERTISEM ENTS. COMPLIMENTS OF GEO. A. MIDDLETON DRUGGIST WILSON N. Y. “The Dream That Game True” CHARACTERS. Nan Worthington, one of the People............. Gordon Clay, Foreman of the Works ............. Margaret Byrnes, Loyal and True ............... Mrs. Jenkins, Keeper of the Boarding House . . Angelina Maud, Her Daughter ................... Jack Brown, a Club Reporter ................... Miss Louise Hawkins, One of the Boarders ..... Florabel Mullins, a Poetess ................... Miss Mehitabel Biddle, a Suffragette........... Bobbie Byrnes, Averse to College Women ........ Emmy Lou Norton; Fond of Fairy Tales........... Nora, a Maid .................................. Delphine Norton, a College Graduate............ Peggie Gilbert, a Browning Fiend .............. Billy Best, Captain of the Varsity Team ....... Mrs. Allaire, a Chaperone ....................... Doris Hall, an Athletic Girl ................ Lord Algernon Reginald, Straight from England Charles Norton, Owner of the Works............. ......Mabel Wilson . . . .Glenn Bickford .Marion Thompson .......Edith Swick .....Mary Brennan ......Norman Eick ......Ursula Wolfe ......Hazel Wilson Gertrude Patterson .....George Norton . . . .Marion Cramer ......Hazel Wilson . . . .Clara Stoddard ....Doris Weaver ....Fred Tschabold . . Vesta Schweigert Mary Berlin .....Norman Eick . . . .Homer Johnson Given March 20, at Wilson. ' ■-• - “• • . -r. ___ v -� r ■re� v?s £ 8? r- ■ ? 7 %' % aSSSG ‘ fiBSasakiskJ®