Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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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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.