Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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( LASS CHARACTERISTICS Name Title Favorite Diversion Sweetest Topic of Conversation Ambition Future Occupation Favorite Expression MARGRETTA FARLEY — “Peggy.” Running the car. Physics. To be an Old Maid. Organizing a cat hospital. Oh, I don’t know! RUTH THOMPSON “Rufus.” Falling off stools. Her ambition. To play piano. Raising chickens. I’m so hungry! ELM A ABRAMS Ebra Elmans. Going South. Anything about a Park(er). To get married. A course in domestic science. Oh, laws! MARY FOSTER “Molly.” Giggling. Base ball games. To get fatter. ? “Oh, dear!” EMMY KATTMANN “Emmy Lou.” Writing Notes. That Friday! To paint the “wooly” clouds. Being lonesome at Vassar. “Oh, I’m so happy!” BERTHA SCHOONMAKER “Bert.” Talking faster than others. “King” George. To be the lady of the house. Teaching Latin. • “Stop!” PAUL SCHRIVER “Peaches.” Buying candy. Base ball. The Pioneer. To be the lone boy in his college class. Serving his Country. “The old dope.” MAE CARR “Maisie.” Writing letters. “Walden.” To get ahead of Mr. Smith. Leading the woman’s rights movements. Gee! ADELE WITT “Del.” Lending her pencils and knife. New York. To cure “him.” Convalescent nursing. Why, it doesn't make any difference to me. JANE COLEMAN • “Jane D.” Singing. The latest news. To learn to run his auto. Teaching a kindergarten. Darn it! HARRIETTE HOUSTON “Patsy.” Laughing. Senior troubles. To be thin. Teaching the Japanese about the saints. Oh, joy!

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THE I TONEHR J5 A disruption in the team gave the next game to Port Jervis, 14-4. Our visit to Warwick was marred by a beating, 16-4, for our opponents. Campbell Hall A. C. made us a visit and trimmed us, 13-4. If this was a regular game the home team would have won as they played errorless ball. Chester made us a visit and whitewashed us, 16-0, due to civil strife which caused many errors. Then came the traitors’ game and we forfeited to Port Jervis, 9-0. The squealers being fired, new recruits were added and the team intends to finish the league with a per cent, of .500. Recruits who did themselves justice were Coleman, Rutan and MacCormack. The town people generously provided funds for suits for the team and we take this opportunity of thanking them for their assistance. We expect to enter next year with more spirit and a vast experience, and if Goshen is kept from first position it will be with difficulty. Good wishes to next year’s team and may they exist without civil strife. “E.” The Live One. A west end dealer in stuffed animals who also keeps a few live creatures for sale gave his clerk permission to sell the stuffed specimens, but wished to be called if any one wanted any of the live animals. One day a gentleman called and asked to see a monkey. “Any of these?” asked the clerk, pointing to the stuffed specimens. “No; 1 want a live one,” replied the customer. The boy stepped to the door of the back shop and called to the owner, “Step this way, please, you’re wanted!”—London Ideas. “Robert, what in the world is the matter with the baby?” “Why, mamma, I had to spank her.” “Had to spank her! Why, Robert, what do you mean?” “Me and Jimmie was playin’ poker with lozengers, and the baby went and et up nearly all the stakes.”—Youngstown Telegram. He—At last we are alone! I’ve been hoping for this chance. She—So have I. He—So you guessed, then, that I wanted to tell you I loved you? She—Yes, and I wanted to say “No” and have it over.—Philadelphia Times. Boom! Boom! Boom! Lewis, leave the room! Don’t stop to talk, Just get up and walk. An argument you seek? Then stay out for a week. Boom! Boom! Boom! Lewis, leave the room! No one should be “fired” without a fail-trial by a jury of his peers. This is necessary to prevent discrimination against the G. H. S. pluggers, whom otherwise the faculty might “fire” without just cause. We insist upon this fundamental principle of liberty, upheld from time immemorial and reiterated by our forefathers. Trial by a jury of peers is the foundation stone of our liberty.

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THE PIONEER 17 JUNIOR SECTION Junior Roll Charlotte Schriver Henry Merritt Dorothy Parker Augustus Lippert Helen Wallace, Anna Strong, Evaleen Hartman, Marjorie Stocken, Myrtle Me Munn, Orlando Smith, Sayei President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Lester Tremper, William Welsh, Ralph Earle, Earl Roosa, Willis Marsh, Roswell Purdy, • Seely. Reply to Charge Dear Seniors: JIJjtE, the Junior Class of 1911, wish to ™ thank you for the small share of your wisdom (?), which you have been kind and thoughtful enough to impart to your successors. We shall endeavor to follow up the plans that you have so carefully mapped out for us, aud to pursue your footsteps, which we admit are too large for us to cover, but nevertheless, we shall attempt to step in them. We fully appreciate the fact that the Board of Education has so much confidence in us, as Juniors, and such compassion for us, as to allow us the privilege of being the first Senior Class in the new High School, for you have left very little in the old. We shall endeavor to show our appreciation by keeping, at least, the backs on the seats in the rear row, which, of course, will be new in our honor. We realize that there are only a few weeks more in which we shall be able to look upon our “advisers” within the structure known for years as the Goshen High. For the past year we have watched your movements and are now beginning to feel capable of knowing what we should not do, during our Senior year. It is with the deepest regret that we think of you as soon starting on the road of life’s trials. That joy and success may attend every member of your class, through the many years to come, is the wish of your Junior followers. C. A. S., 12. Spencer: “Good evening, Mrs. Potter, 1 came to see if your daughter, Miss Ethel, would go for a walk with me.” Miss Ethel: “How do you do, Spencer, I should be delighted. Mama do I look fit to go to the restaurant?” Sayer: “Are you going to the speaking contest ? ’ ’ Molly: “No, but Joe is.” Earl: “It’s all off, Molly; it fell through.” “Roswell,” the schoolma’am asked, “Why are you scratching your head?” “Cause nobody else knows just where it itches.” Papa: “Where have you been, Johnny?” Johnny: “Fishing.” Papa: “Come into the woodshed and we’ll have a whaling expedition.” “All right on behind there?” called the conductor from the front of the car. “Hold on,” cried a shrill voice, “wait ’till I get my clothes on!” The passengers craned their necks expectantly. A small boy was struggling to get a basket of laundry aboard.