Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE PIONEER 17 By the merest chance my eye fell upon the name of Karl Wehinger, as the right fielder of the New Yorkers, and it was with considerable pride that I thought of one of Goshen’s young men as promising material for the National League. At about noon the next day, we entered a beautiful residential town. We had not intended to stop here, but a very prominent man asked General Rosalie if she would not consent to speak at three from the front of his house. I did not think I knew this man, but when we saw him again in the afternoon I recognized him as Reginald Waldo, late of Campbell Hall. A lady told me that Reginald was a millionaire and the leading philanthropist of the place. I forgot to ask her if Reg gained his wealth by hard work or a legacy, but I had no fault to find with him when leaving time came, for his generosity was most effectively proved by his attitude toward us. When we were nearing Albany—I think I failed to mention before that the capital city was our destination—I found Alice and Mary supervising the recess hour in a large school. When I asked them what grades they taught, they both said the primary, and I was glad that it was so, for in that instance they would not be forced to exert their powers of bluffing to such a degree, as they had been compelled to do in Goshen High School. While we were talking together, Alice asked me if I had heard of the new position Edith Nash had just procured. When I enquired as to what it was, I was told that it was an office as private secretary to one of the New York Legislature’s most influential members. I was so glad to hear that Edith had attained success in her chosen occupation, for she certainly deserved to succeed. A call from General Rosalie returned me to my wits, and I hurried on with the rest, nevertheless heartily glad that this walk which we had all considered a “cinch” was nearly ended. The following morning we were met in Albany by the local suffrage club, and who should be the president and vice president of this organization but my old chums Marjorie and Marion. It cheered me a great deal to see that two of the brightest members of the Class of ’14 had and were exerting their influence for a cause so dear to me, and I had the fortune of being able to talk over old times and our former shcool life with them until three that afternoon. It was at this time that we were to meet a personal representative of the governor, and were to arrange with this representative for a time when we could see the governor. When Marion and Marjorie told me that they had heard this messenger was to be a person I had formerly known, I was all excitement to see who he might be. We had waited in a large reception room of the capitol for a half hour I guess, when in stepped an individual dressed in the latest fashion, a beaver hat, a rnona-cle, etc. I didn’t think it possible I had ever met such an important looking gentleman before, but when I heard his name in the introduction, I knew it was William Bennet, one of the leaders of Goshen High School spirit while he was at that place. William said he wished to assure us most certainly of his belief in our cause, and was charmed to add that he thought the governor was of the same opinion as he. I think the possibility of the suffrage

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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.

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18 THE PIONEER question being accepted favorably in Albany, must have given me too great a jar, for my picture of this representative, which I had resolved to remember for a long time, vanished suddenly, and I awoke from my pleasant thoughts, disgusted at having even dreampt of being a suffragtte. P. Y. Junior Charge. Dear Juniors: Wisdom increases with age and learning. We Seniors, most of us, are older than you and have put behind us the hard year that is confronting you. And now, realizing the difficulties of your position, and also your need of good counsel, we are taking a little spare time to give you some kind words of parting advice. We have seen a few instances wherein some members of your class have refused to obey the commands of teachers. That is a bad policy and we advise strongly against it. The teacher is there to help you and nine times out of ten she will do so even though her aid may not be perceptible to young and inexperienced minds. Keep yourselves in harmony with your surroundings, and take what comes to you in a way that will do credit to your school and class. Always remember that you are an example to the three younger classes, and try to eclipse the class preceding you in your achievements. (Some things are possible but not at all probable.) “Let not ambition mock their useful toil” is a gem of language, and appropriate for too many Juniors who are wont to look down upon the members of the lower classes. And now, Juniors, let us say as we leave these halls forever, may you lead the social life of the school in a whirl of success- es and may you raise every standard to its excelsior. We leave you in the hope that all these things may be carried out, and the heartiest wish of every member of the Class of ’14 remains with you for the success of your every enterprise. R. W., Pres. Class of ’14. Ampum Caput. We have a young sophomore named France, He is sure gone crazy over dance; His head is so swelled, that he could satisfy Anna Held— It would probably do him some good to prance. Why is the “Pioneer” like a girl? Because every boy should have one and not borrow any other boy’s. Just a Little Poetry. Mary had a little lamp, It was well trained, no doubt, For every time her lover came The little lamp went out. Though they had never met be4, What cause had she 2 care, She loved him lOderly, because He was a l,000,000aire. English vs. Latin. English is a language, And it’s always going to be, It started with the Saxons, And now it’s got to me. Latin is a language, At least it used to be, First it killed the Romans, And now it’s killing me.