Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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

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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