Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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

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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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16 THE PIONEER could carry. After a curt refusal from our leader, he left us, but I nevertheless felt grateful toward Abe for his intended courtesy. For the remainder of the day I did not see anyone whom I knew, but on the day following, as we were passing along a country road, I saw a familiar face. At first I could not place the person, but all at once I knew her to be my old friend Hannah Brown. Fortunately I had a chance to talk to Hannah for a few moments, and upon inquiring if she lived in the neighborhood, I found out that she had married a couple of years before and resided in a large farm house, which she pointed out to me. She said her sister, Anna, had also married and lived on a farm but a few miles distant. Hannah told me to be watchful as I entered the next town and I would see another graduate of the Class of ’14. Though we were all very dusty and tired when the church spires of a small village first came into view, I resolved to look for someone I had formerly known, as I had been directed to do. Our party had nearly reached the center of the village when a corpulent, merry-faced store keeper rushed from his place of business and welcomed us to the town in behalf of the citizens. I recognized him immediately as Douglas, and it was not long before I saw that he held the respect and esteem of all the citizens of the village. Douglas seemed very prosperously situated, and also very contented among the honest village folk. The next morning as we were taking our departure from our most hospitable friends in the village, Douglas told me I might see three other members of the Class of ’14 during the day as our path was near their homes. After we had gone a few miles, a young lady came out from a pretty little vine covered cottage near the road and was just passing us, when I recognized her to be Lillian lllenberg. As she was going in my direction for a little way, I had an opportunity of talking with her. She said that soon after she had graduated from Goshen High, she had gone to live with an aunt as a companion, and although she went back to Goshen occasionally, this place had become her permanent home. I was not surprised to see that Lillian had chosen this quiet life, for while at high school among her girl friends, she had seemed to prefer this same kind of life. As the next place was a large city where we had been asked to hold a meeting, we commenced to straighten ourselves, brush the dust off, and spruce up in general, though in truth I’ll have to confess we were pretty tired. A delegation met us just outside the city. The leader of this committee, a minister, introduced himself as the Reverend Ralph Pembleton, and sure enough, it was Ralph, of olden days. A more dignified minister or a more fitting leader of his flock there could not be. Ralph and I had a short conversation while some of the other members of my party were speaking, and when the time came for us to proceed on our hike, my old friend told us all that it would be a pleasure to him if he could aid our noble cause in any way. At the next block I saw a bill announcing for that afternoon the greatest ball game the city had ever witnessed. As I was always a baseball enthusiast, I glanced at the bill again to see who the contending teams were to be. They were the local players against McGraw’s second team.