Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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CLASS CHARACTERISTICS. Title. Favorite Diversion. Sweetest Conversational Fabric. Ambition. Future Occupation. ■ — Favorite Expression. MABEL A. KNAPP. . . • “Slim Taking Pictures. Slang. To be a Lyon. Farmer’s Wife. “By Golly.’ LAURA STURTEVANT. . Lou.” Singing Ragtime. Golf. To be Popular. Making Fudge. “Fudge.” F. MURRY LYON. . . . “Hammer. Pasting Kinderbeasts. Base Ball. To play Roots. To sport a new Suit. “Pshaw. TERESA A. BYRNE. . . . “Tessie.” Playing Basket Ball. Tennis. To win a $5 Prize. To become a Red Cross Nurse. “Well, what do you think of that?” PERCY M. IVORY. . . . “Peck. Visiting the Office. Science as applied to the study of Ice (bergs), etc To be a Dude. To study Music. “Oh, Gee! THE PIONEER.

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00 CLASS CHARACTERISTICS. Title. Favorite Diversion. Sweetest Conversational Fabric. Ambition. 4i Future Occupation. . Favorite Expression. HELEN C. TROTT. . . . “Troten. Talking with the fellow who has so much busi-with the encyclopedia. Fashion. To slap someone's face. To rival Gibson. “Mercy on us!’’ BERTHA R. MILLS. . . . “Bertha R.” Studying. Silence. To win a $5 gold piece. Teaching school. “ Oh Joy I THOMAS T. TUTHILL . . “Zeus. Strolling after dark. Girls. To win gold medals. Orator. “Good bye booze forever more. EDITH A. HARRINGTON . “Deacon. Knocking. Anything about boys. To be a missionary. Hello! Girl. “Goodness ! ’ LEWIS C. MERRITT. . . “Dearie.’’ Fixing up his socks. Athletics. To gain Possession of a Park(er.) To be late at school. “Now, couldn't you do it this way ? THE PIONEER.

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10 THE PIONEER. POEM. I. A band of men, from England's shore, Set out one day to reach New homes, untouched by civil war, True freedom there, to preach. II. A valley fair, between sev’n hills, Man’s eye could wish no more, They settled there, ’mid woodland rills. Their trials, they thought, were o’er. III. Modern Jasons, now they seem, Having crossed the deep, blue ocean, This land of joy, of joys the cream, They named our dear old Goshen. IV. They grew a noble, sturdy race, The truest ’neath the sky. Their sons now fill a grand, old school. That school, the Goshen High. V. One mom, say thirteen years ago, A sturdy chap of eight, Stepped into Noah Webster’s school, Bearing a pad and slate. VI. “Miss Houston, how ah you today, His nerve was quite complete ; We recognize that smile so gay, Our Tommie’s voice so sweet. VII. Thus started a class as yet unsurpassed, The class of 1906, Whose deeds and records, if they were amassed, No librarian ever could fix. VIII. A few years passed, along came Tess, A blushing pig-tailed maid, At first quite shy, but by and by. Beloved by all in her grade. IX. One day a shout was heard without, A chap came running in, “ I hope that I’m at last on time, Lew does like to stay in. X. There in the hall hear someone bawl, “ Go back and close that door, The door swings wide, a step inside, There stands our Peck of yore. XI. A scrappy brat he holds his hat, And glares around the room ; You’d never know our High School beau, He’s changed like any broom. XII. In 19-0-3 another fair maid Entered our dear Alma Mater, Look out for her boys, for when the truth’s said, To repel Helen’s smile is no easy matter. XIII. From Hampton came two fair young maids, One likes dotted waists of various shades, The other demure, but how she can write, In prize essay contests she’s way out of sight. XIV. Of the Miss from Turners we know but a few, And those facts would be of no interest to you, So we’ll turn to ever broad smiling Miss Knapp, And remark she had better get setting her cap. XV. An attachment that dates through Junior days Still exists and is fostered in diverse ways, Now, Mr. President, I advise you not, To be seen playing roots with fair H---. XVI. Referring to our President, three years a non-resident, Honor him, students one and all, He is an ideal, yet living and real. Of what you should be to play basket ball. XVII. Perhaps you don’t know why Peck wears a frown, Tis because he can’t go every night to Middletown ; But still increased are his troubles of late. She’s too busy in the office to arrange a date. XVIII. Now let me praise our Editor, So noble and so grand, Who gives to each contributor, A glad and helping hand. XIX. He seems to have no portion, With that famous Michael Burke, And when he dies ’twill not be said. He lost his life while dodging work. XX. Now knockers, males and females, Just mark this on your slate, I’d rather be Lewis than Prince of Wales, If he’d drop his questions and quit being late. F. MURRY LYON.