Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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14 THE PIONEER so leave to him the honor of being a candidate for Captain of the Yale track team. To Margaret Phillips, the Junior’s suffragette, we leave a copy of the constitution of the United States, in order that she may not overstep her rights in her attempt to gain the vote. To Edwin Marston we leave a pair of blue glasses, so that the beauties and charms of life without may not blind him (as one charmer has nearly accomplished the feat). To Emily Pembleton, we leave the re-election to the presidency of the Knockers’ Club. To Donald Parker, we leave some blank phonograph records, so that he may have a means of recording his various important speeches—also the honor of being the valedictorian of next year’s class. To Howard Mather, a book of instructions on “How to Become a Baseball Manager.” To Sarah Lockwood, a bottle of weight reducer, so that she may be relieved of her surplus flesh. To Franklin Schriver, a Bull Moose nomination blank, on which he may nominate himself for President, and also a book on “How One May Become a Real Orator.” To Elizabeth Sharts, a dozen boxes of ambition powders, and the same amount of candles, to use in looking over the fashion catalogue evenings. To Ralph Seacord, the class chaplain, a copy of the new testament, with which he may conduct the morning chapel during Mr. Smith’s absence. To Louise Coleman, a revised edition of the new examination book with which one may pass an examination. To Scott Osborne, a Cicero pony, so he won’t have to borrow his neighbor’s. To Dorothy Patterson, a dark veil to prevent the boys from forming an alliance with her beautiful complexion. To Wayne Crosby, we leave a special permit, signed by Miss Kellogg, to spend his study periods in the training class room. To Mary C. Coleman, a rattle box, with which she may amuse herself (instead of throwing papers across the aisle). To William Nash, the best wishes of the Class of T4 for the Athletic Meet, and also luck to him personally that he may win the bicycle race. To Laura Rutan, a remedy for her desire to flirt with the Seniors and restrain them from studying. To Arthur Buser, the remainder of the valuable chatties, which would not be safe in the hands of any other members of the class, provided that he does not misuse same. We hereto sign our name, on this fifth day of June, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fourteen. Senior Class of 1914. Program of Commencement Week, June 21-26, 1914. Sunday, June 21. Baccalaureate sermon, 7:30 o’clock, at Presbyterian Church. Rev. Francis Stoddard Haines will preach the sermon. Seats will be reserved for the High School students and the Alumni. Tuesday afternoon, June 23, 1:30 o’clock. Final examination reports issued and the promotion list read in all of the grade rooms. Tuesday afternoon, June 23, 3 o’clock. The annual exhibit of work done during

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THE PIONEER 13 Mr. Bangs Ralph Seacord Mrs. Bangs Margaret Findlay Harold Bangs Woodford Clark Herr Comiusky Marcella Russell Miss Drucina Kitchum Louise Coleman Mrs. Robert Lindsey Van Cleve Leslie Patterson Lucile Van Cleve Dorothy Patterson Marguerite Van Cleve Julia Conklin Madam Elston Dorothy Moulton Dorothy Elston Eleanore Durland Polly Flanders Lizzie Johnson Mrs. Higgins --Charlotte Seacord Molly Higgins Laura Tuthill Amie Higgins Viola Wilkin Susie Higgins Agnes Alton Betty Higgins Hannah Brown And now at the close of their school year activities, I am sure that everyone wishes to congratulate these societies on the prosperous year they have just completed, and also wishes that their next year may be as successful as this has been. P. Y. Training Class. We, the girls of the Goshen Training Class, met for the first time on September eighth. When we started to prepare ourselves for the noble work before us, we were twenty-two. Later we were joined by Hilda Jackson and Vera Skinner, both of whom left us ere the new year began. As a class we are very cosmopolitan, embracing more towns of Orange County than any other class in the history of this school. It is also a well known fact that there is more beauty and brains in our class than in any before us. But, we ask you, where is the beauty? In January wTe lost two of our members. Jean Hardie and Ella Tierney were then deserters. And now, if you please sir, we are twenty. As a class we have undoubted histrionic ability. Ask anyone who saw the Y. M. C. A. play. Lizzie Johnson is a tragedienne of marked in the popular classic “Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight.” Mildred Shaw denies her Irish descent, but listen when she is talking to Mr. Phalen. On a certain May day we organized our class, choosing Lizzie Johnson, President; Sarah Horan, Secretary, and Flora Greening, Treasurer. We work! Ask Miss Kellogg, who we all love and admire. She has seen by our efforts that we not only study by day but burn the midnight oil. And now, farewell. We may never meet again, dear companions. A year hence we will be scattered to the four corners of Orange County, teaching the young idea how to shoot—paper wads. The members of the Goshen Training Class, as they are at present, are: Agnes Alton, Kathryn Doremus, Sarah Horan, Elizabeth Larkin, Charlotte Seacord, Laura Tuthill, Julia Conklin, Ada Greening, Lizzie Johnson, Dorothea Moulton, Madge Seely, Isabel Connelly, Flora Greening, Julia Knob, May Peck, Mildred Shaw, Viola Wilkin. Class Will. We, the Class of 1914, in full possession of sound minds, about to depart from the Goshen High School, hereby declare this to be our last will and testament: To Van Duzer Wallace we bequeath the pleasure of securing a position with some large clothing house where he will have full charge of the coats (Coates). We al-

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THE PIONEER the year in all the grades. High School building. Wednesday evening, June 24, 8:15 o’clock, H. S. Auditorium. Graduation exercises of the High School Class and the Teacher’s Training Class. The exercises will be followed by a reception and dance in honor of the graduates. Class Prophecy. As I sat moping one Friday afternoon, my thoughts began to wander, and I imagined myself down in New York starting out with General Rosalie Jones on one of her suffrage “hikes.” My head was turned with indescribable thrills at being accorded such an honor, and I gazed in all directions to see if in the crowd there weren’t some of my old acquaintances who might envy me my position. Yes! There, towering above the mass of people, was Margaret Findlay, a member of the Class of T4. She had a short, trembling individual by the arm, upon whom she was seeking to impress the ills of suffrage for women. I did not recognize the man, her husband as I supposed him to be, but I was very sorry to see that Margaret was so decided in her views on the question of women’s rights, for to all appearances her lines in that regard were not drawn very l’egularly. Having had an opportunity to see what changes had been wrought in one of the members of the Class of ’14, I decided to keep my eyes open with the hope of seeing how other members of that class had fared in their battle with life. A little farther on I recognized Bertha, deep in social work. Back in our school days many of us had remarked that Bertha was most aptly fitted for such work, and I was very pleased to find that our predictions concerning our friend had been correct. As we were passing through a suburb, we went by a gorgeously decorated fortune telling booth, and upon looking inside, I saw that Elizabeth and Veronica Leonard were the lucky owners of this most fascinating place. I was sorry I did not have time to stop and have my fortune told, but I was just beginning to experience the strictness of the rules on such a march. At the next block I had an opportunity of seeing the inferior position in which men hold women. Two nicely dressed young men approached General Rosalie, talked with her a few moments concerning our trip, and then one broached the subject of life insurance. He thought we should all take out an accident policy because of the way in which we were traveling. Before he had finished, the other said he was a lawyer and would like very much to draw up our wills for us, should we deem it advisable. It did not take our leader long to inform these men whether she deemed life insurance policies and the drawing up of wills advisable or not, and as the two were hastily making their departure, I recognized William Vogel to be the lawyer and Elting France the agent. I considered it a most unfavorable acquaintanceship, and was sorry to have to remember them as mockers of our cause. Soon after wre had left these two men, a Pierce Arrow came along from behind us, and at the direction of a gentleman in the back seat, stopped as it reached us. This gentleman, Abram Clark, as it proved to be, unconsciously put his foot in trouble when he asked if he could not help us by taking to the next town as many as he