Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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.

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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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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