Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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

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THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING

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28 THE PIONEER names of Isabelle Borland and Harriett Bush. I thought of what good times these two must have with positions in the same school. As the pictures moved the scene along to Syracuse, a train was seen steaming into the depot. The prophet told me that the man who was quickly caring for the mail on the train, was William Bacon, of Goshen, Class of 1912. He certainly seemed an efficient mail clerk. The scenery then changed to a business street in the city of Albany. There we could see a large quantity of machinery chugging away and standing by the side of this was unmistakably, Orlando Smith, the class talker. His face now bore the expression of seriousness and duty, because he had become a mechanical engineer of considerable eminence. My companion continued the story by telling me that “ Gussie ” Lippert was also in Albany and that he was the State Veterinary and a very good one at that. Then this picture vanished and I could see the skyscrapers of the metropolis. As the street moved by the likeness of a large bank was seen and I was told that Ralph Earle of the desired class was cashier of a well-known savings bank. Then Newburgh was on the scene, a place by which we quickly passed, as the magician explained that Anna Strong lived there, the wife of a civil engineer. The scenery then moved back toward dear old Goshen. Just at this moment, a terrible roaring, accompanied by streaks of light and followed by strains of music, was heard. The Magician declared he could talke no more and the Sibyl ushered me out of a large white gate. As 1 reached the surface, 1 looked around amazed and saw the sun streaming in my window. Then I recognized the music to be the voice of my dear mother calling: Charlette, you must get up if you’re going to school. Thus, I did not learn the fate of the secretary, but please all hope for the best. C. A. S. Miss Ames—Speaking of monopolies—If there was a Horse Radish trust that would probably be about as strong as any. Annual Prize Speaking Contest ON Friday, May 24, 1912, the seventh annual prize speaking contest of the Goshen High School was held in the High School Auditorium. The contest was exciting and close from beginning to end. The speaking of every contestant reflected great credit upon the speakers and those who drilled them. The program for the evening was as follows: Sa Ludaf } ' ’ Girl ’Choral Club “The Return of Regulus - - Henry Luft ' On the Other Train - - Maude Schoonmaker The Boy Orator of Zepeta City - Spencer Horton Pro Patria ... Marjorie Stocken “ Storming of Mission Ridge ” - Joseph G. Lewis “ The Soul of the Violin - - Alice Dayton “ The Traitor s Deathbed ” - - Willis Marsh How the Church was Built at Kehoes Bar ' Dorothy B. Parker Cornet Duet - . . Luft 1 Walter Christie “ Medley of National Airs - High School Glee Club The prizes consisted of two ten dollar gold pieces for first places, and two five dollar gold pieces for second places. The donors of the prizes were Mr. Geo. F. Gregg, Mr. Joseph Merritt, Dr. Chas. H. Thompson and Prin. M. C. Smith. The decision of the prizes was as follows: First Prize for Girls - - Miss Marjorie Stocken Second Prize for Girls - Miss Maude Schoonmaker First Prize for Boys - - Joseph G. Lewis Second Prize for Boys - - - Henry Luft On May 30, the interscholastic contest was held in the High School Auditorium. The program was as follows: Solo - Selected - - Miss Florence Mapes The Man in the Shadow - Clifford El. Dunning Warwick H. S. Pro Patria - - Miss Marjorie Stocken Goshen H. S. ” The Last Lovefeast ” - . Thomas Eidel Port Jervis H. S. The Leak in the Dyke - - Anna Houston S. S. S. I. Violin Solo - - - Miss Julia C Reid The Perfect Tribute ... John Brown S. S. S. I. “ The Settler s Story - . Miss Sadie Chambers Port Jervis H. S.