Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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PROPHECY OF CLASS OF ’17. As I sat in my office one warm July morning, my stenographer handed me a letter. Upon opening it I uttered an exclamation of joy. It was from Mrs. Blake, and it brought back so many pleasant recollections of my dear old high school days that I at once made up my mind that one feature of my vacation should be a trip back to dear old Wilson. And so it happened that one day in early August, I boarded a train bound direct from New York to Buffalo. When I reached Buffalo, I found that I had nearly three hours to wait, so I started out for a walk. I had heard that my old classmate, Gladys Swick, was practicing law in Buffalo, and I very much wished that I might see her. As I sauntered along Main Street trying to make myself feel at home, whom should I meet but Marlin Schulze. I was of course very glad to see him, and as I extended my hand said, “Why, hello, Martin!” but upon closer observation I drew back. Although ho greeted me kindly, there was a difference between his now gracious Fraulein Angevine, and the old greeting “Hello, Ruth!” which I used to receive. He told me he was a music Professor, and asked me to come with him to his studio. I consented, and we soon reached his beautifully furnished studio. He introduced me to Frau Schulze, who assisted him in his teaching. After visiting for nearly an hour with them, they directed me to Lawyer Swiclc’s office in the Brisbane Building. After going up several stories in the elevator and looking at several doors, I came to ono marked “Gladys M. Swick, Lawyer”. I went in and was informed by her assistant that she could see no one for at least half an hour, as she was working on a case for the Rome, Watertown Ogdens-burg Railroad, involving millions of dollars. I decided to wait, however, and was rewarded at the end of nearly forty-five minutes by seeing her come toward me with outstretched arms. She seemed very glad to see me and cancelled all engagements for the next hour in order that we might visit until train time. When the train was due she walked to the station to see me well on my way to Wilson. When I boarded the train, whom should I see but Eloise Bartoo; as usual she carried a violin case. I went and sat down with her and she told me that she was just returning from a trip abroad, where she had been taking violin lessons of Professor Scott. She

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CLASS HISTORY. Genesis. CHAPTER I. 1. In the beginning (a) we were created bright and stupid. 2. And our minds were without form and void, and darkness was upon the expression of our faces. 3. And prof, (c) said Let there be light—and there was light. 4. And prof, saw the light that it was good, prof, (d) divided the bright from the stupid. 5. And they called the bright ones the honor section, and the stupid ones called she (e) the probation section. 6. And the beginning and the ending were the first day. CHAPTER II. 1. And it came to pass that there was dissension in the midst of the students and it divided the Sophomores from the Freshmen. 2. And the Sophs planned a banquet and left the Frosh without the Armament while they should feast within, and it was so. 3. And the beginning and ending were the second day. CHAPTER III. 1. And the Seniors said. Let the class bring forth a book, and ads yielding lucre and grinds yielding mirth. Whose pleasure is in itself after its kind; and it was so. 2. So the class brought forth a book, and ads yielding (f) lucre and grinds yielding (g) mirth whose pleasure is in itself after its kind; and it was so. 3. And the beginning and the ending were the third day. CHAPTER IV. 1. And the faculty said, Let there be lights in the Senior class to divide the Frosh from the Soph and let them be for signs, and wonders and wisdom and guidance. 2. And let there be lights in the Senior class to give light to the under classmen, and it was so. 3. And let there be two great lights, the Senior light to rule the day, and (x) electric light to rule the night; and the stars were made also. 4. And the faculty said, Let us make woman in our image, after our likeness and let her have dominion over the Seniors, over the unconscious re-Aexes of our ordinary (w) activities, each after his kind. 5. So we created man in his own image, each after the peculiarity of his kind, and we saw that it was good. 6. And the faculty saw everything that they had made, and behold it was very good. 7. And the beginning and the ending were our last day. a B. C. 4000. a Before Commencement. c Professor. tl Mr. Mcllroy e Mrs. Blake. f 20 dollars a piece. g (?) x Tungsten Lamps. w Wax works

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said she was going to stay at home for a few weeks and then she was going to New York to begin her winter engagement. When our train stopped at Lewiston Heights, whom should I see but Lelah Martin, putting a tire on a “Ford”. Eloise told me she had corresponded with Lelah and now Lelah was a physical training instructor and she had been teaching for nearly ten years. When I got off the train at Wilson, there stood an aeroplane, and beside it stood a young man about six feet tall. He heard me ask the ticket agent where the ’bus was. He told me that the auto 'bus was worn out; but I could ride down with him in his aeroplane. Just then I heard some one say “Hello, Beach!” then I saw that the young man was our demure little Earl of high school days. He said that he was a doctor, in Cleveland, and had come back to spend Sunday with some of his college chums. As I did not fancy riding in aeroplanes and as my traveling bag was light, I much preferred walking. I felt well repaid when I reached Mrs. Blake’s home, my heart was overflowing with joy at sight of so many familiar objects. The dear old school house, which I had not seen for fifteen years, and the home of our former respected and beloved Principal, Mr. Mcllroy, whom I had heard had retired on a pension and was living in a beautiful home in the city. Mrs. Blake greeted me at the door, and we had such an enjoyable time, talking of old school days. Roy McMillan had just stopped on his way from the County Fair to show Mrs. Blake his load of blue ribboned stock which he was taking home. At the mention of Roy’s name, my mind went back to my year in training class. I inquired if the school still maintained one, and Mrs. Blake told me that they had received fifteen applications from pupils who wished to attend, and the Board of Education had consented, with Miss Grace Lampe to teach the class. It was hard for me to imagine our Grace Lampe of old teaching training class, but as I look back, I remember how great was the love she always manifested for that particular work. I certainly enjoyed my visit, and as I rose to go I expressed my determination to visit my old friend Angeline McCormack, but Mrs. Blake assured me that was impossible, as Miss McCormack was in England studying at Cambridge for the summer, and in September she would take up her duties as teacher of the classics in Wellesley College. I was very sorry that I could not see her, but was very glad to hear she was so successful in her career.