Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE PIONEER 11 Glee Club The Goshen High School Glee Club was organized early in the fall with a goodly number of members. It was continued after the Christmas vacation and witli the advice and training of Miss Hunter, the directress, the club gave as a fitting close of the year’s work several seelctions at the Speaking Contest May 26th. Alice Horton’s Sleigh Ride. 3T had been a long, hard day of teaching. The scholars had been nervous and restless, and minds had been more on the new partnership bobs than on lessons. Alice Horton, the teacher, was only twenty herself, and full to the brim of health and good spirits. She hadn’t had a good sleigh ride since she and Robert Thurston had that quarrel a month ago, and now she longed to get out of the cramped quarters of the stuffy little school house. After all the scholars had filed home, she stood at the window for a long time thinking until, siezed by a sudden impulse, she donned hat and thick warm coat, dragged the school sled from behind the door, where it had been placed by its proud owners, and started on a run for the top of the long slide. The path stretched out straight and smooth, down a long hill, through the bars by the road and on down another long hill. She hadn’t steered a sled since school days, but she had no doubt of her ability. In half a minute she was gliding swiftly and more swiftly down the long hill. Oh what fun it was! She didn’t see the big black team coming up the road or the bump and side twist there by the bars— all she knew was the very fun of moving downward. Before she realized it, she'd struck the bump, jounced, turned wrong and landed straight into the old stone wall. When she arose, quite unhurt, from a big, soft snow bank, she did not know which was the hardest to bear, the broken sled by the fence comer or the laughing, teasing face which peered at her over the fence. Her own face crimsoned quickly and her lip quivered with embarrassment and perplexity. How could she ever replace that sled by tomorrow morning, and what would Robert Thurston think of her! But all the laughter had died out of his face now, and he was asking her very anxiously if she was hurt, and examining the sleigh to see the extent of its injuries. When she had explained to him about the children, he took matters into his own hands, loaded the broken sled into his own big bobs and helped her up to the seat beside him. “Don’t worry about that sleigh! I’m on my way to New Brighton and I’ll buy another just like it and come home around by the corner to leave it in the school house. Where did the kids keep this one? And how about the door?” he asked. When Alice got out of the big buffalo robes at her boarding house, she looked up at Robert and smiled, half shyly. “Thank you so much, Rob. I don’t know what I would have done. Can’t you stop in for a while when you come back? 1 won’t sleep a wink unless I’m sure everything is all right.” The big team had already started and the bells drowned his words, but she knew by the light in his eyes as he raised his cap that he would come. M. P. ’ll.

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10 THE PIONEER These four, namely, Roosa, Tremper, Sargent and Alexander, have been asked to hand in their suits and have been blacklisted from playing after taking a swim in the janitor’s room. The team will endeavor to gather recruits and practice to play Middletown June 10th. There we will try to redeem our team, our honor, our school and our village from the name of squealers and quitters. P. R. S. ’ll. The Little Red School House. How near to my thoughts are the scenes of my school days When hard grinding students recall them anew— The old red brick school house, The hill that stood by it, And every old spot that my weary brains knew. That little brick school house, The old red brick school house, Our dear Goshen High School that stood by the hill. After dreaming all night of the work of the morrow, And rushing to catch that old Erie train; Some breakfast I’d swallow, my worn books I’d pack up And start off for Goshen High School again. The little brick school house, The old red brick school house, Our own Goshen High near the corner of Main. After cramming all morning and borrowing lessons, The gong in the hall would remind us ’twas noon, Then, “pick up all papers”, before we could rush for A lunch that had dried out three hours too soon. In the little brick school house, The old red brick school house, That old Goshen High which we near wrecked at noon. Even yet I remember the scenes of the noon hour, When orange peels and sandwiches flew through the air, And the poor old piano wheezing out Annie Laurie Might receive for an encore, a chocolate eclair. In that little brick school house, The old red brick school house, In High School room II, at the top of the stair. At length when the misery of day was all over, And the hands of the clock pointed out half past three, How gladly we beat it down the “grand stair case” Past the black sentinel and Slate Hill for me. From that little brick school house, That old red brick school house, Our dear Goshen High School, the best e’er you’d see. M. B. M. ’10. Hitched to Worry. “This is a thoroughly up to date love story. ’ ’ “How’s that!” “They get married and live unhappily ever after.”—New York Evening World.

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12 THE PIONEER Class Prophecy NE day in the early part of June when I was unusually tired with the worry and cares of school, I wandered out into the orchard and sat idly thinking of the long, uncertain future of the class of 1911, and what they would do in after years. Suddenly, I know not how it happened, a huge areoplane guided by old Father Time, appeared before me. “How would you like to take a trip into the future?” he said. I climbed in quickly and away we sailed. “This is the land of ten years from now,” he explained. As we went flying swiftly across the neighboring country, we passed an automobile spinning along the road and 1 noted that it carried Harriette, just returning home for good with the diplomas of many schools. Then, we came to a farm house and on a shady bench sat Ruth, entei'taining in her old bewitching manner a friend whom I had seen with her during High School days. Next we came to the broad waters of Orange Lake, and here I caught a glimpse of a tiny skiff moving slowly along. In it I recognized Mae and a friend from a nearby town. Both seemed to be enjoying each other’s company greatly. Now, we headed southward. As we approached New York I saw a crowd of little children out in the country for fresh air. The woman in charge of them seemed to be kept busy answering their questions and a child’s voice floated up to me. “Miss Jane, won’t you ask the society to let you bring us here again?” When we neared the suburbs of the city, I perceived that the neat little lady stand- ing in front of a white cottage was no other than the Elma of school days. She was welcoming home her husband from his hard day’s work at the bank. His form too seemed a trifle familiar. We passed on and to the crowded part of the city. Trolleys spun hither and thither with dangerous haste, and indeed an accident had happened. Father Time paused just long enough for me to get a glimpse of Adele in her neat white suit and nurse’s cap, lifting an injured woman into an ambulance. I knew that she was carrying happiness to many a sick bed. On, on we went. The airship had headed seaward now. In a summer cottage on Long Island, I caught a glimpse of Molly. She looked much stronger than in old days, evidently she did not find the confinement of school life so wearing—perhaps her old school friends had not forgotten her and she had had many pleasant outings. But away we went straight out over the sea until America died in the distance and I saw only the great ocean on all sides. In less time than one would imagine we came to France and headed straight over toward Black Sea. I strained my eyes eagerly to catch a glimpse of Paris as we went sailing by, and there I saw Emmy hurrying about investing extravagantly in all manner of trinkets for use in her prospective home. And, now we sailed on and on. We left the civilization of Europe and crossed the countries of Asia. In a remote part of China, I found Margretta teaching the little Chinese and leading them into the straight and narrow path. And now we were nearing America again—outlines of the shore became visi-