Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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6 DEAR OLD SGHOOL DAYS. THE PIONEER. (With apologies to Mr. S. Woodworth.) How dear to my heart are the scenes of my schooldays. When fond recollection presents them to view. The school-ground, the class-room, the finger-worn text books, And every loved friend that my school days then knew, The wide spreading stream, the tennis ground nigh it, The bridge without railing where children oft fell. The hill by the school-house, the old green well by it, And e’en the battered tin cup that hung by the well. The old happy school-days, the dear long past school-days, The sweet, carefree school-days that memory oft retells. B. B. TO THE GLASS OF ’07. (’06 about to perish salutes you !) THERE is an end to everything, and the solemn thought that our dear old class will meet no more, chills every heart. Although we’ve had our triads, now we know that we’ve passed our happiest days within these walls. Day after day we’ve assembled here—the associations which cluster round this place can never be forgotten, amd tearfully we part from the familiar scenes. We leave this dear old building to your care, you will fill our places, may you be more worthy than we have been. We regret that so many duties have been ill-performed, and it lies with you to succeed, wherein we have failed. The moment of parting has come, and as a last request we ask that we may not be forgotten. As a token of our sincere love we scatter among you all our richest possessions. THE WILL. We the class of '06 in full possession of a sound mind, about to leave this sphere, do declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any former wills made by us at any time. As to such estate as it has pleased the fates, and and our own strong wills to give us, we do dispose of the same as follows, namely:— To Mr. Wyker, who we admit, should appreci-ciate the honor of being President of such a large class of girls, we leave the opinion that it is dangerous to the success of his Senior Year to get such a swelled head as to have to leave school just before Exams. To dear Edith we bequeath our highest commendations on the good standard she has kept throughout her high school career, and hope that she will be as successful in her Senior year. Also a bottle of the concoction which Alice of Wonderland used to diminish her height. To La Petit Marie we leave a choice bit of seriousness, and hope that she will use it to advantage at the proper time and place. Also we bequeath her the “ merit” of the Senior class. To Mr. Brown we bequeath a crown of laurels for his brilliant achievements in his many studies, and the privilege of distinguishing himself and the school in the athletic sports of ’07. Also the power to resist all tempations that come to one holding such a responsible position as treasurer of a Class. To our popular Katheryne, we leave the Presidency of the Lambda Sigma of ’07, and hope that she will not find it necessary to shorten the programs in order to get home early (?) Also at her disposal an (M) organ for use at meetings, when the piano is disabled by excessive stuffing. To happy-go-lucky Margaret we leave a little colored waiter to take her place in school, when she is possessed with a sudden desire to take an afternoon constitutional, or a nature study on Slate Hill, Kipps Station, or elsewhere. Toquiet(?) Minnie J., we leave the advice that she be a model pupil next year, in order to make up for her short-comings in the past. Also the advice, to see that the occupants of certain seats are near enough together, that she need not act as note transmitter. To Mr. Smith we bequeath a Coat of Mail, in order that he may protect himself against the numerous and pretty girls in the class of ’07. We also deem him worthy of keeping up the good reputation the young men of the Senior Class have held in advanced mathematics.

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THE PIONEER. 5 GLASS PROPHEGY. THAT goodness, and excellence abound every. where, is a well known fact; that there is more than the usual amount in the class of '06, is a fact just as true, but perhaps not so well established in the minds of those outside of said class. However, time alone is needed to show their superior “Merritt.” Shall I with Edward Bellamy step forward a few years; and, looking backward, tell you the story of these times, only so far as they touch the lives of my classmates ? First the spires of large churches attract my eye ; and, as I become acquainted with the people of these churches, I find them better versed in the works of William Shakespeare, than perhaps in the Divine Word itself. And I know, even before they speak of their loved pastor, that here has labored our worthy President. Among authors, I next find a member of our class, authors too, whose books have stood the test of time. The appreciation shown fair Helen for her first efforts in essay writing, inspired her to hope, that she might do something greater in the literary line, and she has most admirably succeeded. Bertha, I find the loving center of a happy home. I am sorry I cannot reveal the name of the ‘' partner of her joys and sorrows,” it being a habit of mine to forget names as soon as I hear them. Doubtless however, the name has become familiar to you all, through the sons and daughters, who have been trained in this home to take their place in the world’s works. Everywhere in schools, colleges and even homes, I meet those who have received their earliest education, in the form of object lessons, block building, etc., from our sunny Laura, who did not disappoint us, but has followed the profession, which she left us to begin. The story of the hundred years is not lived, and arbitration has not yet accomplished its work, when I next catch a glimpse of our class. For I see a bloody battle field; and, in wandering through the hospital wards, it is not of the loving min- istrations of Florence Nightingale that I hear, but rather of our classmate’s, “Teresa.” All workers ? And what of “Mabel?’’ Society claims her. For one year she followed the advice given her by the class of ’05, but did not particularly enjoy doing so, and immediately upon leaving school resumed her former pleasures. Later I hear of her still in society, but as chaperone of her charming daughters. No longer are the daily papers filled with Standard Oil and Steel Trust scandals, yet we have our multi-millionares and conspicuous among them stands the name of “ Merritt.” Although his philantrophy has been unbounded with it, there is no question as to “tainted” money. During these years a change has been made in our text books as in everything else. The change that will interest us more than any other is that Milne’s is no longer the approved Mathematics, but in its place is Ivory’s. And was the class poem the last heard from its author? No, for his name has now become renowned, and few American homes would be considered complete, without at least one copy of Lyon’s poems. Is it at all strange that the writer rejoices that her name was once enrolled with the class of ’06 ? EDITH A. HARRINGTON. A PARODY. A Junior stood on the burning deck, And as far as he could learn, He stood in perfect safety. For he was too green to bum. In the Junior Class we find that one young lady is not satisfied with her name being Wood, but is much interested in a fellow who deals in wood. ♦------- Rumor has it that two '07 ladies have been viewing the sights from Slate Hill. Mar(king) (Leys)quise is more profitable than Potter(y).

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 Class Colors, Maroon and White. Class Flower, “Rose.'’ Motto, “Esse Quam Vederi.'