Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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.

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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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THE PIONEER 19 ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION On October 7, 1913, a meeting of the student body was called for the purpose of electing the officers of the Athletic Association for the ensuing year. After a close run, the following officers were elected: President—Reginald Waldo. Vice President—Scott Osborne. Secretary—Howard Mather. Treasurer—Miss B. L. Ames. A report of the treasurer was read and accepted. On November 3, a meeting was called to plan for financing the association. On November 7, Miss Blanche Lyon, a lecturer and entertainer, appeared in the High School Auditorium, in behalf of the association. On November 8, a cake sale was held in what is now Ryerson’s meat market. These two occasions netted a nice sum, all of which was devoted toward our school athletics. “Noise.” Too young for music lessons yet, Is Marjorie Thompson, the faculty pet; But old enough to make a noise That no one else but her enjoys; For there’s only a few worse than she, Who do pound the piano keys. If dough is bread, is Waldo? BASKETBALL On October 16, a meeting was called for the election of officers of the basket ball team. Earl S. Van Demark was unanimously elected manager. The team practiced faithfully, and after several long drills the candidates for the team elected Harry Lewis as their captain. The boys practiced daily in the rear of the High School building, but as none of the owners of the many halls about the village would allow basket ball to be played in them, the work was worthless. This team, which was small but fast, journeyed to Monticello on the evening of Friday, December 5, where they met defeat in the hands of the Monticello High School team. The score was 54—20, the defeat being due to the fact that our opponents were larger, heavier and faster than us. The members of the team were: Harry Lewis, Edwin Marston, guards. Van Duzer Wallace, center. Scott Osborne, Wilkin Coleman, forwards. Robert Lewis, Reginald Waldo, substitutes. Lacking Essentials (?) Mary (trying to teach Ernest Tremper how to dance)—You would be a good dancer, “Tib,” but for two things. Tib—And what are they? Mary—Your feet.