Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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

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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.”