Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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“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.

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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.