Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1919 volume:

The Senior class of the Wilson High School have issued a book entitled the ; “Red and Blue,” which they arc now offering for sale at a very reasonable price. The cover, which is especially attractive and artistic, was designed by the Art Editor, Miss Frances Marks, who displays wonderful ability In drawing, not only in this design but many others which she has produced. Be sure and purchase one! of these books before they are all dis-posed of, as they are especially inter-' esting and well arranged. Dedication. We the class of 1919 take great pleasure in dedicating the school paper “The Red and Blue” to the faculty who have so kindly guided us thru the years of our school life. Faculty A. M. Mcllroy............................................Principal Mrs. Cora M. Blake Alice H. Bull Marjorie Bixler Helen A. M. Haas Martha J. Cole Lucile Campbell Max Hunter. .. , Mary E. Doty. . Hex Stacy...... Esther Johnson. Doris Swick.... Mabel Plumib AdaBelle Shultz Helen Coulter Cora Anderson Grace Wakeman Frances Marks Charles Pettit Senior Class. .....President Vice-President ..... Secretary .... Treasurer .....Historian ..........Poet Class Colors Class Flower Red and Blue White Rose Motto Excelsior Editorial Staff Kditor-in-Chief. . Associate Editor Literary Editor Humor Editors Art Editor.......... Business Manager. . Advertising Editors Lucile Campbell .Grace Wakeman .....Mary Doty ...Helen Coulter AdaBelle Shultz Cora Anderson ..Frances Marks ...Charles Pettit .....Max Hunter Rex Stacy Editorials We have re-established the usual custom of publishing a school paper. This custom was broken last year for the first time in a number of years and we take upon ourselves the responsibility of making up for the missing link. Therefore we think that as students .'Ou will be justified in supporting the “Red and Blue.” Please remember that the advertisers are the ones who have made this paper possible. Our advise is to patronize them. The Senior Stage Coach. We have traveled on our way Many a weary mile. Lots of work and little play But always a merry smile. The driver of this stage coach And we’ll tell you true, Was our own faithful Professor Who always his duty did do. He drove our coach for four long years In a steady dependable way. And if we leave the coach this year To him we owe our pay. “Pray! Stop that coach!” Someone did say And so! T'was Esther Johnson Always blithe and gay. She gained her foothold on the step And with a “thump” sat down, “Oh Dear! This stage coach is so slow Why don’t we hurry on?” Esther’s patience was sorely tried At least she was on her way, Soon a companion she did have, And this was Cora A. She is always in a hurry. So forgot to pay her fare. And started right out talking About the way she combed her hair. They journeyed on and next to join Was Lucile, who extended the greeting. She told them she was on her way, To preside at a Senior meeting. Next a modest little maid stepped on. Her name is Mabel Plumb, She is a quiet little soul, And surely isn’t dumb. Over the rough hard country road This little stage did glide It stopped in front of Wakeman’s house And Grace soon stepped inside. She is a merry little maid With a dimple in her chin There the saying sure holds true, “Mischief dwrells within.” The stage soon stopped, we w’ondered why But did no questions ask. A roly-poly light-haired girl Stepped through the door at last, Exhausted, tired and all worn out From climbing the steps so high, We knew that she was very young But not so very spry. Who could It be this maid so fair. Who thus, our patience tried, The smiling face and curly hair Miss Helen signified, Many turns our coach did take, As on our way we sped, Our hearts were given an awful turn When on jumped our Red Head, Mary Doty the person was A girl who couldn’t bluff, For we all know that Junior boy Whose name is Milford Luff. We jolted and turned and wended our way, By now it was middle day. Until we in Newfane next arrived, And there another youth we spied, We heard a shout, we all looked out, To see what it was all about. You little rascal, Charlie cried, And with a grin he jumped inside, A gardener we are sure he’ll be For Bushes” he adores. He is a ,boy that can’t be beat But goodness how he snores AdaBelle, who makes you laugh On a wheel came down the path The stage coach stopped and she jumped in While on her face that usual grin. Frances Marks was next admitted What a happy girl was she, Always smiling, always giggling Never known to quiet be. We made a turn and near the lake A farmer boy did see, Our Senior friend, the hardy youth Was Mister Rex Stacy, He entered in and Joined the rest The stage was all alight, For he’s the one we take with us On dark and stormy nights. Last but not least to Join us Was Max, one of our Jovial lads, Who never, never makes a fuss He helped to get our “ads.” There’s a little girl in Ransomville Whom he often goes to see Pray Max will you tell us Whom this fair maid can be Doris our poet for class ’19 Has spent a long, long time, And I think she has quite succeeded In making this to rhyme. At last I have it all complete But the coach travels on day by day Bringing others we hope to meet Out on Life’s Broad Highway. —D. M. S. ’19 The Year School opened for the year 1919 on September third, but there were not many there as so many of our boys were “farm cadets” but they soon returned and the Senior class was organized October second with a membership of eleven. Shortly after we organized we lost a member but soon gained another. Ida Belle McCracken of Ransomville left our happy band and Charles Pettit of Newfane joined it. October eighth school was closed on account of the“flu,” much to the surprise of everyone. School was closed for almost four weeks. Many of the pupils were sick but those who were not and several of the faculty gave their aid where it was possible. It re-opened on November fourth but was closed on November fifth for election. November seventh shortly after noon the whistles of the Niagara County Preserving Corporation were heard blowing, everyone wondered but thought the school clock must be slow and it was just the one o’clock whistle. Soon, however, Mr. Mcllrov was informed that Germany had surrendered. Needless to say there wa3 no more school that afternoon and the pupils took part in the big celebration that evening only to discover it was a false alarm. The next morning some more bad news was in store for us. Mr. Mcllroy informed the school there would be no Christmas vacation as school had been closed for so long during the epidemic. The next day a petition was circulated that we should have school until four o’clock and be given our vacation. On November eleventh the armistice was signed and we were told that we should have our vacation November twenty-seventh. School was closed for the Thanksgiving vacation until December second. Soon after the vacation the seniors entertained the Juniors at the Wilsonian Club. We thought best to entertain the Juniors first and set a good example also there had been so many disputes when we were a Junior class over who should entertain first, that these all resulted in the Juniors and Seniors not having any parties last year and we surely did not want that to happen again. December twenty-fourth school closed for our promised vacation, and re-opened on January second. We found upon our return that Mabel Plumb had also returned and was again one of our crowd, also everyone was glad to see Rex back after being out so long with the “flu.” February tenth the Juniors entertained the Seniors at the Club and ithey certainly profited by the example we set for everyone had a most enjoyable time. By this time we had gained another member, Cora Anderson, which increased our roll to the “lucky thirteen.” March thirteenth was our last social gathering which was a candy pull at the home of Esther Johnson. Max and Charlie both attempted the laborious art of pulling candy, but both had to be helped out of their difficulty and Rex wouldn’t even attempt it. We also made a great discovery, that we have a donkey in our class, but we do not care because we couldn’t exist without her. March twenty-seventh the real work began for we started the Senior play, but we all can work and it surely is going to be a great success. April 9th “The Red and Blue” goes to press and we all await anxiously its results. E. A. J. '19. A French Hero. As he stepped from his hiding place from among the bushes by the roadside, he had the stately air and appearance of a general or an officer of higher rank, if there be such. But with all his stately airs and pride, he was nothing but a bright, suuny lad of eight. His curly locks hung loosely over his shoulders in great tumbled masses. His eyes were of a bright, shiny blue and seemed full of laughter and sunshine, Still upon a closer examination they show'ed a trace of sorrow and suffering. His mouth was very small and delicate, slightly turned up at the corners. His chin was rounded as though it had been placed in a mould. His left sleeve hung loosely at his side, showing that one of his arms had been removed. The same German bomb that had crippled the little lad, had also been the cause of the death of his mother and little sister. His father had been killed some time before while in the service for France, and his brother a young man of eighteen had been wounded a few weeks later, after taking his father’s place. The young man was now in a base hospital. Was there any wonder that the little fellow’s eyes showed a trace of sorrow? His faithful old dog was all that he had left. Although his bare feet were sore and bleeding and his heart nearly broken with grief, he could not give up. He must push ahead with as much speed as his little tired limbs would allow, for he had a message for the General. This lie must carry without delay. Nearly twenty-four hours before, a large body of German Infantry passed through 'this town where once had been the home of many happy people, but was now a pile of scattered and uninhabited ruins. The heartless Huns had destroyed the entire village some time before by bombs dropped from aeroplanes. As the body of Germans halted in the ruined tow'n to rest and refresh themselves by a drink from a well in the center of the mass of ruins, the little lad, from his hiding place, discovered a young man in the uniform of a French soldier. The boy curiously crept forward and discovered that the the young man had been severely wounded. He had fallen to the ground never to arise again, and his captors, knowing that he could be of no further service to France, left him there. The boy crept nearer and as the young soldiers’ eyes fell upon him, his face brightened. He now realized that perhaps there was still hope of saving the dispatch, which had been entrusted to him, delivered to the General. Still he knew that there was much danger for he apprehended the cruelty of his captors. It was his only chance, so he feebly beckoned to the boy to draw near. The boy did so, and he told him the nearest way to reach the camp where the General was located. The young man paused. He closed his eyes. Then feebly opened them and looked directly into the face of the little fellow. “May I depend upon yon” he whispered. His answer was a cheery smile, a slight nod of the head and a gentle kiss upon the cheek. The young soldier smiled and closed his eyes. He had done his bit for France and now he could die in peace. The boy cautiously crept ,baclc to the ruins, and then to the meadows. He must reach the General, and it was upon this errand that we first saw him as he stepped from his hiding place by the side of the road. He did not realize that he was so near to the end of his journey until he was ordered to halt by an unseen friend. The boy did as he was commanded and stepped forward. The guard smiled, and asked what he wanted. The boy said that he wanted to see the General. The guard laughed, but finally consented, after looking at his sad and sorrowful face. He then directed him to the place w'here he might find the man, to whom the message was to be delivered. As he finished his message a puzzled look crossed the face of the General. Could it be true? Could this lrd know what he was saying? He would investigate. He did so and found that the boy’s statement was correct. A large detachment of French soldiers was soon on the way to check the movement of the enemy and a great victory was soon added to the credit of the noble French. Had it not been for the little boy the advance would not have been checked, and thus the Huns would have driven the French back. Was the litle lad proud? Why shouldn’t he be, he had done his bit for France. M. D. ’19. A. Dream. The other night I had the queerest dream and as it was all ;.bout members of the Senior class 1 thought it might interest you. My dream was sort of confusing as dreams are you know and perhaps it will be difficult to follow me in my travels thru Dreamland, however, I will try and be as explicit as possible. The first part of my dream Is rather hazy for all that I can recollect Is a very large (building thronged with people. I found myself pushing my way thru the crowd to a seat toward the front. In a short time the curtain rose and amid great applause out stepped a young lady who began to sing most sweetly. I gazed intently at this person trying to place her and I at last recognized her as Esther Johnson. It surprised me very much to think of Esther singing and I lingered until the very last so as not to miss a single note. The image of Esther’s face was still impressed upon my mind as I went into the street and I suppose it was this which made me start so suddenly upon hearing my name called. I turned and saw whom do you think—none other than Frances Marks. She was hurrying toward me as fast as possible while five small children followed close at her heels. She informed me with a sigh that she was completely worn out and advised me never to marry a widower. She asked me if I would not like to accompany her to the circus, as that was where she and the children were going. I declined at first but afterwards accepted when I learned that Cora Anderson was to be one of the chief performers. Cora was wonderful and performed some daring stunts. While watching her my attention was suddenly arrested by the appearance of a short stocky man with a black mustache coming toward me. He was drawing a large basket filled with bushes and shrubs which he seemed to be selling. I called Frances’ attention to him and she said, “Why don’t you know that is Charlie Pettit.” I soon left the circus tent and was walking about the grounds when I heard a voice at my left which sounded vaguely familiar cry sharply “Hairpins lady, Hump hairpins for sale.” Turning 1 encountered the personage of Lucile Campbell. I stopped and talked with her for a few minutes and she told me she had found her vocation at last. She also informed me of the great success of her old friend Grace Wakeman as an artist. I now went on my way wondering whom I should meet next when I noticed a tall lady whose gapb I recognized as that of a Deaconess’ coming toward me with outstretched hands. It was Doris Swick. Of course I was pleased to see her and she asked me if I had heard the news about Helen Coulter. I hadn’t and she went on to relate that Helen had turned out to be a noted chemist and was Mrs. Blake’s pride and joy as she had discovered the Philosophers’ Stone. I next wended my way to a restaurant for lunch. I was waiting to be served when I just happened to glance casually toward the kitchen and to my great surprise what should I see but the flushed face of Max Hunter busy washing dishes. I could not resist speaking to him but he did not seem inclined to talk as he told me he was hurrying in order to be able to visit the theater and see the noted dancer, Mabel Plumb. He also remarked that Rex Stacy and Mary Doty were having great success with their new light and heating apparatus. This w'as a new invention which they had just put on the market. Leaving Max I now started on my way home. I hailed a taxi and was nearly home before I recognized the driver as AdaBelie Shultz. I was however, deprived of a visit with AdaBelie by the sudden intervention of the alarm clock. It all seemed so real that I could hardly believe that I had met “The Lucky Thirteen” only in a dream. M. I. D. A 4 TICKLERS If your name is mentioned here. Do not shake with dread or fear, For we wish to make it clear. That we’re joking. School Characteristics. Smallest Feet—Milford Luff Never Serious—Walter Hurl,burt No Musician—Laura Alvers A Regular Flirt—Gladys Reed Mischief Maker—Roberta Barnum Least Popular—Wirt Wakeman No Chemist—Wilfred Shulze Dullest of All—Jean MacGregor Worse Dancer—Russel Hurlburt No Use for a Mirror—Lurline Ward Loveliest Hail —Alexander Wright A Regular Tooth-Pick—Dora Campbell Most Kissable—Florence Mudge Best Dancer—Henry Donner Girl Hater—Glenn Bull Never Brags—Lydia Berlin Spoon lest—Edward Marks Never Silly—Glenn Bush Slow Talker—Mildred Putnam Tactful—Mabel Mudge Never Gossips—Mildred Diez Most Studious—Marguerite Carl Most Bashful—Fayetta Bush Homeliest—Helen Pease Teachers Pet—Phyllis Mark During the Influenza epidemic Ml3s Bull always prescribed Carter’s Little Liver Pills for her patients. We wonder why? Jean M. is noted for her sharp points—on pencils. Charlie Pettit is always trying to impress one of the importance of the (background in pictures. How about it Charlie? We wonder what Is wrong with Esther’s Foote. It isn’t everyone who can pick up dainty boxes of candy from the waste paper baskets is It Miss Bixler? Glenn went striding through the hall, And like Humpty Dumpty took a great fall. Now Glenn you know is full of pep. But this time, he failed and—and—missed a step. “Hank” Donner’s favorite flower is the “Lily.” Grace persists in uttering incoherent phrases as Will—they— Will—he. Will—ie W-i-l-l-i-e—Willie. Too bad Doris is going to leave 'town, or at least, she thinks so. We don’t knowr whether she is feeling blue about leaving the towrn itself or another kind of a Wilson. The roads are fine from North Ridge to Youngstown. You wonder why? Well, we’ll tell you, because they are traveled so much. We don’t think the Juniors used much tact in selecting their class president—Walter. Why he is even afraid of cats! We Seniors have attached an additional motto to our original one, Brighten the Corner where you are,” and two of our Seniors are taking it upon themselves to accomplish this duty by furnishing ihe necessary brightness by their glaring headlights. Helen Coulter greatly enjoys playing “Andy” “Andy,” over. The cows are in the pasture; The sheep are In the grass; But all the little geese Are in the Junior class. The Seniors entertained the Juniors at the Club December lGtih 1918. A good time was enjoyed by all, especially by the Seniors. We hope that the Juniors enjoyed themselves, but we do not know, as they made no manifestations to that effect. Perhaps they will learn some manners when they are a little older as they have plenty of time. Has anyone ever been enticed—just ask AdaBelle about the Lieutenant and the army ring. Ask Miss Cole what vivisection means. Notice. Entertainment for Returned Soldier furnished. For recommendation inquire of GLENN LEETCH, Wilson, N. Y. Helen A. M. Haas. Mrs. Blake—“Doris, What is Plaster Paris used for?” Doris—“It is used in Baking Powder.” Two of the Seniors have become very studious. Why they find it difficult to leave the school building at night, they are so engrossed with their studies and it is impossible to walk through closed doors. Ask Grace and Lucile about it. Mr. Mcllroy in American History—“What is the most widely read book in the world?” Frances Marks—“Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” Mr. Mclroy—“That’s all right but don’t tell your Sunday school teacher.” Mrs. Blake is still searching for the “Philosopher’s stone.” Miss Haas in English IV—“Rex, when are you coming to see me?” We wonder if she forgot it isn’t Leap Year. AdaBelle is always ahead of the rest of us Seniors and all of a sudden has turned very “Sweet.” Frances Marks holds two amusements higher than all others, Painting and Singing. In painting she uses “Brown,” extensively, but she does love singing so Noble Sang-er a song. Mrs. Blake in study hall—“Frances Marks has lost her Hamlet. Anyone finding this Hamlet please return it to its rightful owner. Jack’s Prayer. Little Jack’s grandmother told him that he must ask God to make the weather warmer so her rheumatism would be better. So at the close of his prayer that night he was heard to say: “And oh, yes, dear Lord make it hot for grandma.” Doris Swick in chemistry—“What do they flavor face powder with?” Mr. Mcllroy in chapel toEdnaLeetch—“Do you want to speak about something Edna Middleton?” Alexander Wright to Wirt Wakeman—“You walk as fast as a Campbell. Wirt—“I know it but it makes me hump some.” Mable Plumb, looking at her ring—“My ring has brightened up because I washed dishes in it.” Miss Haas in civics to Stewart Germain—“What is a court?” Stewart—“When a man wants to marry a woman he courts her that’s one kind.” We were informed one day in chemistry by Mrs. Blake that we had a new student Mr. Max. How about it Max? Esther Johnson in chemistry—“They drop the foundation in,” (when making a bridge.) Mrs. Blake in chemistry to Helen Coulter—“Now Ethel please be quiet.” A few minutes later. “Ethel did you hear what I said.” Another few minutes and, “I wish you would leave the room Ethel.” Mrs. Blake in chemistry—“I think you can all dye to-morrow.” Lucile—“But Mrs. Blake I’m not ready to dye.” Original Poems. On Tuesday when the sun was bright. Some Seniors took a rapid flight Down railroad track we went so fast, And came to the auction sale at last. G. I. W. '19 I know a certain girl in school Who never likes to break the rule, But when a pencil point she breaks, You ought to see the steps she takes. M. E. D. ’19. Our Mary often goes to see What she can find in the library And soon along comes Mrs. Blake, And locks her in, all by mistake. A. Z. S. ’19. Our Charlie is a studious chap And always Ins everything down pat, On backgrounds he is always inclined Some facts of interest there to find. E. L. C. ’19. Should a man be discouraged in life. When he’s hunted and not found a wife, Oh! I should say not, For in this worldly life, Will someone please tell me what good is a wife A. M. H. ’19. “Alma Mater.” Thy name will e’re be dear to us, Alma Mater, Wilson High, We ever will be true and just, Alma Mater, Wilson High, We will remember thee to-day, We will remember thee for aye, 0! school so dear for thee we pray, Alma Mater, Wilson High. Our praise to thee we’ll always sing, Alma Mater, Wilson High, Our hearts to the we’ll always bring, Alma Mater, Wilson High, Thy sons and daughters, one and all, Yvill ever answer to thy call, We’ll rise again, if e’er we fall Alma Mater, Wilson High. To thy colors, honor will we give, Alma Mater, Wilson High, And those sweet days again we’ll live, Alma Mater, Wilson High, When on this pale earth’s golden shore. We shall leave thee for ever more, You’ll find inscribed on our heart’s door— Alma Mater, Wilson High. AUCTION SALE. AT 1 O’CLOCK, MONDAY, MARCH 17TH. THE HOME GUARDS having ,been mustered out of the service, MAX HUNTER will offer for sale on the above date, in the chapel of the WILSON HIGH SCHOOL the following articles, VIZ: One 45-90 cal. single shot Springfield Rifle, in perfect order, WILL NOT KICK; one belt, bayonet and cartridge box combined, will fit any size person; coat, trousers, leggins and other articles too numerous to mention; one all wool ulster. RUSSEL HURLBURT, Auctioneer. GLENN BUSH, Clerk. TERMS: Cash at date of sale for money is greatly needed. No goods removed before paid for. And now old Wilson High After four long years Have glided slowly by, We bid good-bye in tears, To you and others of those Who led us safely thru The study of text books and prose Not often of forlorn or sadden hue At the frequent failure Of someone to know exact A date or some new fact, But always steadfast and pure. We now ,bid you forever good-bye After these long, weary years are glided by. R. S. ADVERTISEMENTS Spring Time is Repair Time. We have all kinds of Building Material constantly on hand. Also Sewer Pipe. Drain Tile and Chimney Flues, American Fence, Steel and Cedar Posts, Cement, Spraying Lime, Plaster and Brick, Beaver and Plaster Boards. Roofings and Oak Flooring. The very best grade of Lehigh Valley Coal, Step and Fruit Ladders. WILSON LUMBER CO. United States Food Administration License No. G 05494. WILSON, N. Y. Call 7-R C. J. CHAPMAN, President R. R. SINGER, President Central SUPERIOR SPRING, WINTER-AND BLENDED FLOURS WILSON, NEW YORK. ADVERTISEMENTS. The Store that Serves you Best. Hamilton Clark FUNERAL DIRECTORS Furniture and Graphophones License No. 4664 WILSON, N. Y. FRUIT TREES BERRY PLANTS GRAPE VINES The Wilson Nuseries THOMAS MARKS CO., Props. SHRUBS VINES ROSES E. J. Kingsley Dealer in GROCERIES AND MEATS WILSON NEW YORK J. E. Pettit COAL, GRAIN, FARM PRODUCE, FLOUR, FEED, Fertilizer, Fence Posts and Adrian Wire Fence WILSON, NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENTS. Miller Brown GENERAL MERCHANDISE. WILSON. NEW YORK B. S. PETTIT A. E. HORTON Pettit Horton HARDWARE, HEATING, PLUMBING, ETC. Special attention to Tinwork and Furnaces. WILSON, NEW YORK. C. E. Stockwell TOBACCO. CIGARS, ETC. POOLROOM WILSON, NEW YORK. J. W. HACKETT N. 0. HACKETT J, W. Hackett Son GROCERIES. PROVISIONS. FRESH AND SALT MEATS. Fine Line of Cigars and Tobacco. WILSON. NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENTS L. W. Smith DRY GOODS, CLOTHING, BOOTS AND SHOES You can bank on Foot Rest Hosiery; bank on the quality— on the value—on the service and comfort they will give you. Let your next pair of hosiery be a Foot Rest WILSON, NEW YORK COMPLIMENTS OF A. J. Bendt HOTHOUSE WILSON, NEW YORK J. A. Burns, M. D. OFFICE HOURS—1-2 6-X P. M. Bell Phone WILSON, NEW YORK Piggin’s Ice Cream Parlors HOFFLER'S ICE CREAM, CIGARS, TOBACCO, CANDIES, Home Made Baked Goods Main St. WILSON, NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENTS City Drug Store GEORGE A. MIDDLETON, Prop. WILSON, NEW YORK COMPLIMENTS OF Ray Nevins TONSORIAL PARLOR In Stockwell’s Pool and Billiard Room. WILSON, NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENTS. Loomis Putnam CARRY A FULL LINE OF FARM MACHINERY Come in and see the MAYTAG POWER WASHING MACHINE WILSON, NEW YORK Peter Germain HARNESS AND HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS WILSON NEW YORK. COMPLIMENTS OF S. D. Stacy Co. Dealers in GENERAL MERCHANDISE OLCOTT, NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENTS. Chas. Inch RESTAURANT AND LUNCH ROOM. Baked Goods WILSON NEW YORK. George N. Smith, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. WILSON, NEW YORK COMPLIMENTS OF F. W. Howell Authorized Agent for FORD CARS AND FORDSON TRACTORS. Demonstrations given when wanted NEWFANE, NEW YORK. ADVERTISEMENTS CAPITAL $25,000 SURPLUS $11,000 Just a Moment Please! While we once more remind you that the chief value of a savings account is not so much in the actual amount saved—desirable as that may be. The real gain lies in the fact that you are fostering the saving habit. You are making of yourself an empire builder —constructing your own little empire of safety and independence for the future. WILSON, NEW YORK WILSON INSURANCE AGENCY Representing the following companies: Aetna, Sun, Niagara, Western, Seneca, Great American, Connecticut, American Eagle, Globe Rutgers, Fidelity-Phoenix. Isn't That Worth While? Wilson Office in Wilson State Bank WILSON NEW YORK. ADVERTISEMENTS Walter Wheeler GENERAL GARAGE AND REPAIR WORK. Batteries Charged. New Outfit just Installed Agent for Friend Sprayers, Sterling Tires WILSON, NEW YORK COMPLIMENTS OF Victor Berlin WILSON, NEW YORK. COMPLIMENTS OF M. H. Pierce MEATS AND GROCERIES WILSON, NEW YORK N. B. Fittro GENERAL BLACKSMITHING AND MACHINE WORK WILSON, NEW YORK. J. O. Moore VETERINARIAN Lake Street, Telephone 106 WILSON, NEW YORK Bell Upton HORSE SHOEING AND GENERAL REPAIRING WILSON, NEW YORK M. H. Schrader DEALER IN ALL KINDS OF FARM MACHINERY Overland Cars, Automobile Accessories, Gould Pumps for every service. Swift’s Fertilizer. Repairs for all machines. WILSON. NEW YORK J V. } JP- A mtA Print, wiutoit. n. v. •v -a ♦ ■y- rN.v - vlv . r43a t. i r'