Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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-

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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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THE PIONEER ble. A large ship was floating in the harbor and a regiment of soldiers appeared to be embarking. A young officer wearing tbe bars of a lieutenant was just bidding a farewell to his anxious friends. As he turned I saw it was Paul—the only boy of our class. Out on the prairies we passed Bertha. She was cantering along on horseback, viewing from under her broad sombrero tbe fields and herds of her husband. Now that I had seen the last person of the memorable class of 1911, suddenly 1 felt a severe blow, and upon investigating, found that a large apple had fallen, waking me from my dream of the future and my courting of Father Time. Acknowledgments There are no truer friends of the Goshen High School than the ones who by their generosity, enliven the attention of the parents and the public to the furtherance of the education of High School pupils. Among our true friends are Mr. Frank Drake. To him we are indebted for the donation of $10 for the member of the Senior class who obtains the highest average in answering one hundred general questions submitted by him on religion, books, famous people, politics and current topics. Mr. George F. Gregg, Mr. Joseph Merritt, Esq., Mr. William N. Hoffman and Prin. M. C. Smith are the donors of a fund of $30, given annually, as an inducement to local talent in the development of oratory. Dr. E. G. Parker, Dr. Charles Thompson, Judge J. B. Sweezy and Sheriff A. C. Sutherland are the donors of an appropriation for purchasing gold and silver medals, 13 to be contested for by the different schools of Orange County. The Minisink Chapter of Daughters of the American Revolution gives annually two five dollar gold pieces to the pupils of the High School writing the two best essays upon an appropriate topic chosen by the Chapter. This topic has always been historical and the students enter it with great zeal. The Board of Education contributes $10 to the person showing the best average for the four High School years. This scholarship prize has been the means of much keen rivalry among the students. We are very grateful to our worthy friends for increasing the standard of excellence, the power of speech, the gift of writing, and the power of keen observation and judgment. We trust that we may keep developing those powers which our friends have awakened within us and that we may prove ourselves worthy of the motto, “Facta non Verba.” P. R. S. Ml. Class Will E, the class of 1911 of Goshen High School, being of most sound mind and memory, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To Charlotte Schriver, the most worthy president of this renowned (?) class of M2, we bequeath the east corner of Garr Hall in which to entertain her friends next year at tbe basket ball games—those who come from the neighboring schools. To Henry Merritt, the vice president, we give a new list of excuses for being late. To Dorothy Parker, their secretary, a share in the “Saver” lumber yard.