Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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.

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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.”