Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING

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BASKETBALL TEAM OF 1911-1912 UPSILON TAU SIGMA FRATERNITY BASEBALL TEAM OF 1912

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THE PIONEER 27 Class Prophecy I was studying real late one evening toward the close of my senior year and the last thing before retiring read 1 some Virgil, pertaining to Aeneas’s wanderings in the lower world and to his consultation with his dead father as to the future of Italy. Then I went to bed. I was soon asleep and in a few moments saw an immense cave directly in my path. I remembered that Aeneas found wisdom in a dark cavern, so 1 proceded to enter. I was met by a Sibyl clothed in white garments and carrying a white rod in her hand. She told me that if I had the courage to follow her I could learn of some future occurrences. Out of curiosity, 1 went with her into the weirdest place imaginable. On either side were huge black rocks projecting out into a dark gloomy hall. Once in a while I could see little balls of fire which 1 imagined were the eyes of some ravenous beast. I grasped in vain for the Sibyl’s hand, but we soon came to a very wide, rough river on which there was but one small boat. Charon, the boatman, ferried us across in his iron-colored raft. Then we proceeded into more darkness, which was only lighted when a phantom flitted by. Soon we met a distinguished looking spirit of which the Sibyl said I could ask questions. I immediately asked what would become of the class of 1912 of Goshen High School. He led me to what 1 supposed was an oracle and there asked me who were in the class. As tho by a magic lantern there appeared on the opposite wall, a street which 1 recognized as Goshen. On the left side of the street, 1 saw a sign “ Marsh Dept. Store ” and there was a man standing at the entrance. The magician said with a rough gutteral tone, “ He is the proprietor,” and then I knew it was the president of the class. Next there appeared on the screen, if you would call it such, a large building bearing the inscription, “ Roosevelt Hospital. As quick as a flash this passed and the interior was before my eyes. There was an immense room filled with rows of white cots on which the sick and wounded lay. 1 saw a young nurse with a familiar smile on her face bending over a little patient. 1 quickly recognized the nurse to be my chum, Dorothy Parker, of the class of 1912. Evidently she was scattering seeds of kindness and sunshine. This picture flashed and there appeared another street, which moved slowly by until we came to what the prophet said was the White House in Washington, D. C., and he also explained that it was reception day here. As before the interior was presented and I saw people shaking hands with the beautiful mistress of the House. It was not difficult to recognize in her the beauty of the class of 1912, the Treasurer from the hill. My guide again used his canvas and I saw the interior of a brokerage office. Sitting at the desk, there was a young man whom my companion said was junior partner. Upon looking closer I recognized our old friend the Editor of our class paper and was glad he was making good so fast. Next, by the aid of our screen, we proceeded east, and when we came to the western part of Colorado we “ ran across ” another member of our illustrious band. This was Evaleen Hartman, whom we learned was busily working to convert the Mormons just over the boundry in Utah. Good luck to our dear little missionary! As we traveled further east, we lingered in the busy city of Chicago. While we were viewing one of the lovely residential streets, we saw a placard bearing the name of a music teacher, attached to a post of one of the beautiful houses. The magician told me that the place belonged to Myrtle McMunn, who was the best musician in Chicago. I remembered that Myrtle was the only one of the Seniors who belonged to Miss Mauterstock's music class. Would that more had joined ! As my leader moved the pictures, I knew by the signs along the way that we were going toward New York. At Buffalo he halted before a large High School, which rose majestically from a high knoll. This passed and he displayed on the wall opposite me, a record of the present faculty there. Among them I saw the