Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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. ”

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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—