Wilson Central School - Crest Yearbook (Wilson, NY)

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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

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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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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.