Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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4 THE PIONEER him it is not strange that we sometimes go together for a ramble and a nap on the mountains. On our return from one of these trips it happened that we came to Goshen and I hunted up my old friends of the class of ’07. One of the members (Minnie J.) I found still living in Goshen. She had never married. I was told that it was not her fault, but was a bachelor girl, well liked by all her many friends, and not unhappy in her single blessedness. Fair Katheryne had married within five years after leaving school. With her husband she had gone to the far West, and was living there surrounded by a large and happy family of children. Of Oscar A. I could at that time learn nothing. He had apparently dropped out of sight after making some very important discoveries. Afterward I found that he had been doing some work in astronomy, and his theory that there was no North Pole to be discovered was generally accepted. Of my own future I can tell nothing, but with three such classmates surely my coming years cannot but share their good fortune. F. S. B., ’07. ■ ♦------ Class Poem. I. WE'RE embarked on life’s deep sea, The philosophers of old have said. And the tide is flowing out. While the storms oft beat overhead. We've been sailing in a channel. And were care free, more or less. While we studied at our lessons In the dear old G. H. S. But now we near the outlet And will have to sail alone. With none to guard and guide us. And no help except our own. Every year a new fleet starts To swing into the tide, This year the fleet contains but four That sail out side by side. Planted at the channel’s outlet, There are bars of cruel quicksand. Which we call examinations. Upon which some vessels strand. To some it seemeth queer, I grant. That in this class of four The members are more brilliant Than when they are a score. II. Fair Katheryne is our president. Of mild and modest ways. She says she’ll teach the children small, And thus fill out her days. The Eastern Stars all wonder why To them she does not hasten. The more because it’s plainly seen She’s int’rested in a Mason. But Katheryne is so fond of work, (You’ve noticed it in school) That if a person plays too much She thinks he is a fool. So, as a teacher let us hope Of work she’ll have her fill, And when her scholars stay from school, They’ll visit old Slate Hill. III. Now, Minnie, our secretary, is A maid of somber face. Who never giggles or laughs aloud. Except in any old place.” Of Chemistry period she’s always fond, For then she’s left alone With a brilliant student and scholar tall. Whose habits are all his own, And friends, her dearest floral choice Is noted by all those Who know her preference for such things. To be a big (Bern) rose. Of her ambition, be it said. That she may rise at five. And still the work of a trained nurse do To keep the sick alive. IV. Our treasurer’s the other sex. And Floyd is his name, Who, if he’d cut the studious scowl. Might some day rise to fame,

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THE PIONEER 3 “not there.” It may be an unjust condition of affairs, but it is the case nevertheless. Then, aside from this very practical view of the case, there is the pleasure of graduation itself. The four happy years of preparation with our beloved teachers and fellow-students,—the four years of fun and frolic and work combined, which steered us straight to that great event. Commencement, when we sat on the stage stiff, straight and scared, but with the proud consciousness within that we had accomplished what we had set out to do. Is there a value to the title “Alumnus ”? Well, I guess! S. J. B., ’02. Class History. THE class of nineteen hundred and seven is the first class to graduate from Goshen High School since the authorities at Albany changed the syllabus raising the requirements for graduation. Every class naturally claims to be the best, and so we are, for we have graduated under harder conditions than previous classes. As Juniors the class organized with ten members. The colors green and gold were chosen for the class colors, and the yellow rose for the class flower. This was later changed to the butter cup. We chose no motto. Some of the members of the Junior class have left school, others have decided not to graduate until 1908. The Senior class organized in March, 1907, and elected as officers: President—Katheryne J. Hayne. Treasurer—Floyd S. Brown. Secretary—Minnie J. Wood. Editor of Pioneer—Oscar A. Marsh. After several meetings and much deliberation we selected our pins and style of invitations, and the motto, “Experire. Confide, Vince,’’ Try, Trust and Triumph. The class of naughty seven is an exception to other classes, for one as small as ours has never attempted to edit a paper or make the letters of the motto, used commencement night. And we are the first class of Goshen High School that the boys and girls numbered the same. Now let me take you back a few years and look at the school history of our members. Our honored president commenced school in the first grade of Noah Webster school, completing the course here she was promoted to the high school, and now having completed the high school course, she graduates with the class of nineteen seven. Oscar Marsh attended school at the ‘ Old Brown Jug.’’ (We hope he acquired no bad habits while there.) He also attended the Chester High School for several years. He then came to Goshen High School. Floyd Brown spent his first year of school in in the first grade of Middletown school. He then attended a country school near Ridgebury, entered the eighth grade of Middletown High School, where he staid a few years. He graduated from Ramsdell’s Business College, and last year entered Goshen High School. Minnie Wood first attended the Noah Webster school for a year. Then went to a private school taught by Miss Gedney for several years. She entered the public school again and has finished the high school course. Our members have attended many schools, but we will all be loyal to our dear old Goshen High School. M. J. W„ '07. Class Prophecy. ONCE more the time has come for a class to leave this old school, which they have learned to love so well, and show to the world that their work here has not been in vain. As is the custom of every class, one member has been chosen at this time to look into the future and to give to the others some idea of the fate that awaits them. To me has fallen this very important duty. Probably I know as little of what the coming years will bring as the others of the class do, but I am willing to tell what I know. My schoolmates and teachers are well aware that I am giving to day dreaming. When not otherwise engaged my thoughts often turn to my old favorite. Rip Van Winkle ; and as I think of

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THE PIONEER 5 His height is nearly six feet five, And about his face so fair, There hangs in thick black locks A cluster of wavy hair. ’Tis said of him, And no doubt it’s true, That if he looks his geometry through He’ll find a problem he cannot do. V. This class so wise an adage has, It’s one that’s old and true, It reads, “ In unity there is strength,” (Though the union has but few) Miss Hayne will drill the children hard, Till they are very ill. So Dr. Brown more patients gets, To help him up the hill. He sits him down and soon does write For dope ’’ from Marsh’s Store,” While Miss Wood does the sickness fight, That they may buy some more. 0. A. M„ ’07. ------- Class Will. IN the name of the Goshen High School graduating class, we, of the town of Goshen, in the County of Orange and State of New York, being of sound mind and memory (blessed be G. H. S. for the same), do make and publish this our last will and testament: We do hereby give and bequeath to Alfred Wyker, the dignified (?) president of the Junior class, the apparatus necessary to add to his height one cubit, and the admonition that instead of sending his pictures to P. J. that he save a few for the Goshen girls. We do hereby give and bequeath to Marie Parker, the smiling vice-president, a box of bone hairpins with which she may do her hair up in a manner that becomes a maiden of her age rather than let it hang down her back in Chinese style, and the advice that she forget the H.” We do hereby give and bequeath to Edith Strong, the happy secretary, a double seat so that she may have plenty of room to entertain and giggle with her friends, also the advice to leave red pepper alone. We do hereby give and bequeath to Eleanor Farley, the brilliant treasurer, an elbow as handsome as she thinks Arthur Sheely’s is, and the advice that she be careful and watch for some of the mistakes that she herself makes. We do hereby give and bequeath to Augustus Wallace, the sober editor, a pile of old music which will contain all the words of that song, Sweet Marie.” Also the advice not to flirt with the would-be teachers of Port Jervis. Ethel Lewis, the studious student of the class, a few moments of recreation from her studies and the advice not to tease her beloved president. We do hereby give and bequeath to Fannie Jackson a hammock built for her and her blushing Middletown friend ; also the advice not to be too good natured. We do hereby give and bequeath to Arthur Sheeley, the clown of the High School, an air ship, so that he may arrive at school before 10 o’clock, and the advice that he leave his monkey-shines at home. In witness whereof we set our hand and seal, and publish and decree this to be our last will and testament, in presence of witnesses named below, this sixth day of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and seven. CLASS OF 1907. Signed, sealed, declared and published by the said class of 1907 as and for their last will and testament, in the presence of us, who at their request and in his presence, and in the presence of each other, having subscribed our names as witnesses hereto. LOU M. BUCKLYN, M. C. SMITH, ANNA A. FARRAND, ELIZABETH S. WILDMAN, CLARA L. MITCHELL, K. HAYNE. ’07. —K G. H.. ’07. Teacher: What’s the feminine of monk ?” Bright student, eagerly : “ Monkey.”