Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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14 THE PIONEER. you. You remember William Rumsey and that his eyes were not normal. After our graduation his eyes continued to fail and within a few years he was blind. Will was blind for five long years during which time he worked incessantly to invent something which would enable him to see. His efforts were crowned with success and after eight years of work he invented these pearls. The pearls contains a small quantity of radium. The difficult problem was to invent a transparent capsule which would permit the radium ray to pass but rob it of its destructive properties. This Will succeeded in doing and handsomely has he been rewarded. He has cleared a nice thiny million from his patents. The person using the radium capsule possesses great advantages over a person with a normal eye. With the capsule it is just as easy to see inside as out and a person can watch carefully the operation of his gray matter and can tell exactly when it should rest and when work. As a result never has a person using the radium capsule become insane. The digestive system as well as every other system can be perfectly regulated. You can readily imagine the many advantages of this arrangement. Indeed many persons have had their eyes put out in order to use the radium capsule. May Bassett was converted and went as a missionary to Japan. May found she was in turn teacher and pupil, that the Japanese were not entirely ignorant of the revelation of love taught us by the Nazarene. When I hear May tell of her experience, said Florence, she makes me feel the God in the song of the bird, the music of the brook and the harmony of nature to her minutest details. Admiral Togo who played such a prominent part in Russo-Japan War returned to his native country shortly after the war ceased. He had heard of the renowned American missionary. Upon meeting her he was at once fascinated with her quiet and unobtrusive manner. I was much surprised when Florence told me that the fascination was mutual, for I never imagined May Bassett an “old man's darling.” It was about noon and Florence urged me to lunch with her so we went directly to her home. I could not help noticing the picturesque cottage next the one occupied by Florence. Imagine my j surprise when I saw a lady, a little more portly 1 than I remembered her, with a few gray hairs, the same air of self-possession and none other than I Elizabeth Mould occupying an easy chair upon the porch. Florence told me that after completing her sophomore year at college, Elizabeth had been attracted by the hustle and bustle of stage life. At once she began to prepare for this line of work, i Her genius in this direction was so marked that after a few years of hard work she joined one of the leading dramatic companies of this country. [ Since she has starred in all the principal cities of j Europe. She has and is yet enjoying a brilliant career. Whenever possible, Elizabeth spends her summers in Goshen, as she enjoys the quietness of the old town. Elizabeth, seeing me, came to where we were and the two pressed me to tell them the story of my life. Justas we had arranged comfortably for it the gong of the Sagamore House sounded for dinner and I went down, for I was hungry. A. CLARA DEYOE, '04. It is strange how two souls will take little excursions together off into space, but wonderful things are liable to happen in this most wonderful world. One warm morning while dozing on the bank of a small stream which beautifies the campus of Goshen High School, I had a peculiar dream which coincided singularly with the vision which Clara had during her state of unconsciousness. As plainly, as if it was reflected in the stream, I could see some one approaching who seemed familiar but greatly changed. I soon recognized this figure as one of the members of the gifted class of '04. It was Clara, although one would scarcely recognize her for much of the old time beauty was no more, but her hair was still pretty although there were silver threads among the gold. With the exception that her figure was angular and hard study had left its trademark upon her face, she was much the same Clara of old who came from the settlement of Campbell Hall with a red ribbon in her hair. After we recovered from the surprise of meeting we strolled around the greatly altered campus of Goshen High School until we came to a rustic

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THE PIONEER. 13 squarely in the summer of 1940 and I saw things as they really will be in that year. I found myself sitting on the Court House steps in Goshen. The old Court House had not changed much, indicating that justice was not so much dis- 1 pensed then as now. The jail, too, seemed to have shrunken. I thought immediately that I would like to see how the old High School looked so I determined to take a stroll in that direction. As I neared the school I noticed a very decided change. How I missed those basso profundo 1 bull-frog solos with a full chorus of bass and baritone voices. The swamps had disappeared and their place taken by a magnificent campus of emerald green. The High School was changed the | most of any institution in town. It consisted of a group of ten beautiful buildings each three times as large as the present High School. Persons of all ages seemed to be coming and going as if the school provided courses of instruction for the very oldest persons in Goshen. Imagine my surprise when I turned down the street to get a good view of the buildings and saw j a banner suspended across the street upon which was the name of Carlton Smith for a member of Congress. I recalled one of my classmates as I remembered him, a promising youth usually shaking with laughter. This banner, with its familiar device, brought me to a standstill and while admiring it and thinking of the past, I saw a neatly dressed, nicely appearing—I meant to say young—woman cross the street and aim directly for me. I spread both arms wide, for this happy creature was none other than my dear school friend, Florence Robbins. After such a demonstration as ladies usually give, j we, by a common impulse, made straight for an easy settee upon the high school campus. Florence had changed very little. She had not grown the smallest fraction of an inch. Her form ■ was well rounded out giving every indication that nature had been generous with its food. Her hair was parted nicely in the middle, smoothed down at the sides with a somewhat careless bunch at the back of the head and a winning little curl at each ear. With the exception of small crow’s feet at the outer angle of each eye and a dimple carried lightly on each cheek, her face was as smooth as if it had been polished. Florence promised to tell me all she could of what had occurred since we had last seen each other. Today she said we will confine our talk to the members of our class with one digression to start with. You will notice the jail and the court house have not been enlarged in twenty-five years, while the high school is many times as large. The people of Goshen in common with the people all over this land found that as they provided instruction for all ages crime gradually disappeared. The school is open every day in the year and every known subject is taught. Classes are arranged for all ages and the work becomes more delightful as the age advances. Seeing I was anxious to hear of my classmates, Florence promised to commence at once, herself first. She began by telling me that our class proved to be of better physique than any other previous class as all were still alive and well. After graduating she had taken a course at Syracuse University and then had gone into society. She had a host of friends and—this was not for publication—she had had many proposals for a life partnership but the older she grew the less she cared for such long terms. Finally she decided not to marry at all and had established herself on the avenue in a very comfortable and unpretentious way. Here she has become the little mother of the neighborhood, dispersing loving service and good cheer to every one instead of two or three. You will notice that banner down the street said Florence, well Carlton has represented this district in Congress for the past twenty-seven years and for the past nineteen years no one would accept a nomination against him. Carlton does excellent literary work and is considered one of the leading authors of the day. This with his political engagements make of him a busy man. As we were talking of Congressman Smith there passed us a man with curious looking glass pearls placed in the position usually occupied by the eyes. I could not help asking abruptly “ what is the odd contrivance that man wears to replace his eyes ? ’ ’ Florence said that will interest

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THE PIONEER. 15 seat where she told me of her numerous experiences since last we met. After surprising all the professors and Syracuse University by her great mathematical ability she I had the distinction of being the only lady teacher | of mathematics in a German University. During ! her first year in Germany, the greatest mathema- ; tician of the day fell deeply in love with her, mostly on account of her wonderful ability in discovering formulas for the solving of difficult problems. For years before he met Clara he had been studying on a formula for finding the distance from earth to heaven. He thought it would be the chance of a lifetime if he could only get her to share his solitude and help him on the great problem. Clara willingly accepted to share his fame. When the formula was about half completed they heard of the wonderful view that could be obtained of the moon and stars from a ledge near j Lake George, America. They then hastened to I catch the next steamer for America. But, alas, when Clara was viewing the action of the shooting stars from the renowned ledge, she forgot it was only a ledge and strolled off into the cradle of the deep. (She confidentially told me that she had rocked a cradle during five different periods.) The striking of the town clock brought me back to reality and I realized that it was time for lunch. F. S. ROBBINS, ’04. “AN ALLEGORY.” [With Hpolotrics to James Whitcomb Riley.] From farm an’ town an’ all around you pupils have come To raise a racket, throw spit-balls an’ talk until you’r dumb, An’ breck the rules, an’ answer back, an’ send notes to the girls; An’ mock your good kind teachers an’ keep your hair in curl— But when these awful things is done an’ your spirit’s gettin’ low— You’ll crouch tremblin’ behind your desk, an’ in your guilty woe, Sit thinkin’ of the skeery tales the P. Gs. tells about— How Basker ’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out. Wunst there wuz a “ smartie ” boy what told a lie an’ then Next day he met the Principal who called him to the “ Den.” Some students heerd him holler an’ others heerd him bawl. An’ when they seeked the office through, he wuzn’t there at all. They seeked him in the book-shelves an' in the telephone, An’ seeked him in all the Latin ‘ trots ’ ’ but never found a bone— An’ when they seeked the whole town through, ’twas clear beyond a doubt. 'At Basker had got the Boy What Didn’t Watch Out. An’ one time wuz a fair haired gal, 'ud alius laugh an’ hum, An’ not learn her Geometry an’ say she thought it “ Dumb.” An’ onct when she wuz right in class an’ all the students there, She made a face, an’ cracked some jokes an’ said see didn’t care, An’ just as she wuz slammin’ out an’ goin’ to take a ride, Er there stood the Principal a glarin’ by her side. An’ he wilted her to nothin’ ' fore she know’d what she 's about An’ Basker ’ 11 wilt you Ef you Don’t Watch Out. H. ’02.