Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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12 THE PIONEER class with whom she will not be so frivolous; also a sheet of paper to stand upon to add a few cubits to her stature. To Molly Foster, the sedate Vice-President of this illustrious (?) class, we leave a repeating alarm clock that she may arrive at school on time once in a while; also some solemnity to keep her from laughing for at least ten minutes every day. To Ruth Thompson, the worthy treasurer, we leave the advice that she shall not appropriate any of the class funds for purchasing a new horse, no matter how much she may want one, To Bertha Schoonmaker we bequeath a considerable amount of wisdom; and suggest that she love her neighbor as herself. To Margretta Farley, the editor, we do hereby bequeath a little more voice. To our little Emmie Kattmann. the famous class jester, we give a cap and bells, together with a bunch of “ Cherokee Roses. To our dear Elma Abrams we leave the sporting section of the “ Harold. ” To Adele Witt we give the choice of any young man in the school, and we hope that she will make the most of her opportunity. To Mae Carr we leave high aspirations and the hope that her ambition will not give out. To our “short Jane Coleman we give the advice that she will not monopolize the West-(ervelt). To Florence Mapes we leave the pleasure of playing the piano in chapel as often as she wishes. To Marion Sargeant, “ our fashion sheet,” we bequeath plenty of clothes and wish her luck in Algebra. To Mattie Sutherland we leave a list of borrowed articles which might be returned. To Paul Schriver, the poor lone male of his class, we bequeath a full set of armor to protect himself from the female sex. CLASS OF 1910. “ What is your automobile record ? Earl—“Two a minute.” “ Two miles a minute ?” Earl—“ No, two victims.” The Comet Class of 1910 Now this is the tale of 1910, Such a wonderful class as will ne’er be again. It came in the year of the comet, too. But you will be wiser e’er 1 am thru. The Class of ’ 10 is the comet class. Now what I'm telling you is not all gas. There are lots of them all full of might And in other things they are out of sight. The president of the comet class Is the nucleus of the senior mass; Harold Parker is this wonderful head, But there are lots of books he has not read. The one who is next in the line of the tail (tale) Is Everett Vincent, studious and pale, His brain is full of knowledge crammed, As vice-president he’s much in demand. Reynolds Farley is the secretary grand. He also has charge of the “ golden sand;’’ 'Tis said that many girls’ hearts he has hurt, For, indeed, he's an awfully wicked flirt. The rest of the tail is spreading wide, Of boys and girls from every side. The part of the tale which gets lots of attention Are three girls, whose names I need not mention. The comet is flying away to the west, This class, with its trials, will soon be at rest. With the Alumni they will soon take their place. As the comet is now going out into space. C. H. E., ’09. Charge to the Juniors Dear Juniors : E, the class of 1910, of whose importance you are well aware, wish to leave a few words of profound wisdom to you. We, having had experience, fully understand how much you may profit by our advice. The time is fast approaching when we are to leave the old school, and then a great responsibility will fall upon your shoulders. Try to bear it as we have done. Although you will probably not succeed as well

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THE PIONEER I I Mary McCormack, after trying Middletown H. S., decided that Goshen had a better one, and entered in January, 1907. Hermine Kattmann came from the Manual Training School in Brooklyn and became a member of G. H. S. in March, 1909. The remaining member of the class, having completed a course in East Division Academy, entered the sixth grade of the public school. Although this is an exceptionally large and brilliant class and one to be proud of, Goshen cannot claim the credit, since but two of its members are now residents of Goshen and only one has confined his school life to Goshen Schools. E. R. F., ’ 10 Class Prophecy TIME is passing rapidly and in a few years you will see the dark curtain of the future raised, revealing to you the different pathways of the members of the comet class. But I have gone far ahead of time and now, in 1920, am looking back to tell you what I see. The other afternoon I was passing through a large banking house at closing hours when 1 caught a glimpse of our president sitting before his desk, which he was hurriedly putting to rights before joining the little brown-eyed lady awaiting him. He has changed since 1910 and 1 would timidly approach him as “ Harold ’’ for he is now the dignified president of the bank. Passing out and down the street, I entered one of the city's new hospitals. There, as I walked down the ward, I saw a gentle M. D. standing beside a snow white cot where a handsome sufferer was lying, his eyes lighted up with a pleasure which only the presence of the fair Alice could bring. Tired of the din and turmoil of the city, 1 motored up through the country and out around Goshen “ for old times’ sake.” I saw a pretty farm house surrounded by prosperous looking fields. I saw a sturdy farmer, whom I recognized as Reynolds, standing by a gate viewing with utmost pleasure the result of his faithful labor. And he did not stand alone (?) Upon my return to the metropolis I was greeted everywhere with news boys calling “Extra! Extra! All about the new bridge to rival the Brooklyn bridge! Quickly buying a paper I scanned the columns and found to my amazement that Everett Vincent had submitted plans for a new East River bridge which was to rival the Brooklyn one. They had been approved and the work, already begun, would be finished by 1925. Wondering what would happen next, I entered a drug store and sought the soda fountain. As I looked around I saw Hermine farther back in the store, perched on another stool reading. Gladly I hastened back to her and we discussed for a long time happenings since our parting. She was directing this pharmacy and enjoyed her work, but I noticed that it was a copy of (Kip)ling that she held in her hand. I asked her if she knew anything of John Welsh, for he was the only member of the class whom I had not seen. She told me that he was an electrical engineer and was doing fine work. Yesterday I looked him up at the address which she gave me. I found him standing beside a great machine which he managed with perfect ease. As I watched him, I realized that he is a skilled workman but his face, serious now and determined, told me that the frivolities of 1910 are those of days gone by to him. My own work comes next, but I will not disclose it for it is too disappointing, after all these brilliant careers. Now that I have finished you must wait to see if time will bring about these prophesied results, and by 1920 you will have found out if my prophecy for the class of 1910 was a true one. M. B. M.. 10. Class Will E, the Senior class of 1910, being of sound mind and memory and unquestionable ability, considering the near approach of the end of our school lives, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To Harriet Houston, the dignified president, we do bequeath the one male member of its

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THE PIONEER 13 as we have, nevertheless you will be inspired by our splendid example, You may be the first class to graduate from our new High School. Think what it means to you. You must set a standard that no class will ever be able to raise. There will be a junior class following you, who will watch every move, and so remember you are no longer children but dignified Seniors. Remember not to mark or deface the new desks, or to misuse the textbooks which are loaned to you. For the day of reckoning will surely come. Be considerate to the faculty, for they are always ready and willing to help you (if you only could realize how much you needed it) and when they are forced to use stern measures to preserve peace and tranquility do not doubt that you deserve them-Strive hard to succeed even though your senior year may seem the hardest, and rest assured you will not fail. E. H. P.,’10. - .. — . -si Acknowledgment TO the many friends of Goshen High School, who by giving prizes and medals add to the interest of the various contests, we desire to extend our heartiest thanks. Among those who contribute prizes are Mr. Frank Drake, $10, for an essay to be written by the Senior Class; Mr. George F. Gregg, Mr. Joseph Merritt, Esq., Mr. Wm. N. Hoffman and Principal M. C. Smith, who give the prizes for the local speaking contests, amounting to $30, and those who give the prizes for the interscholastic speaking contest, Dr. E. G. Parker, Dr. Charles Thompson, Judge J. B. Swezey and Sheriff A. C. Sutherland. In addition to these there are two prizes of $3 each for the D. A. R. prize essay contest given by the Daughters of the American Revolution, and the scholarship prize of $ 10 given by the Board of Education. “ Your teeth are like the stars, he said ; Her dear, dim eyes grew bright. “ Your teeth are like the stars, he said, “ They all come out at night. The Minisink Prize Essays THE Minisink Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution very generously offered two prizes again this year for the two best essays written on the subject of the Iroquoian Confederacy. The essays were not read before the High School as in former years, but the prizes will be awarded Commencement night. The two prize-winning essays were written by Everett M. Vincent and Paul Schriver. The essay written by Miss Mary Lewis was given honorable mention. Following are the prizewinning essays: THE IROQUOIAN CONFEDERACY. A tribe of redmen, foremost in war, foremost in eloquence and foremost in political development were the Iroquoian Indians, who dwelt in the central part of what is now New York state at the time when our nation was springing into existence. Today a traveler passing through that section of the state, as he gazes upon the beautiful scenery with its lakes and forests, and on the many large and growing cities, scarcely realizes that one hundred and sixty years ago this region was pathless forest and the home of the redman. This tribe of Indians, comprising five distinct nations, the Senecas, Cayugas, Oneidas, Onondagas and Mohawks, was the most powerful and aggressive band of marauders in the country and was feared from one end of the land to the other. Although at the period of its greatest power and splendor the confederacy could scarcely place four thousand warriors in the field, nevertheless its roving bands had conquered all of the other tribes within a radius of many hundred miles and the very name of Iroquois was enough to make the opposing bands fly in terror from the onset of these savage fighters. The success of these Indians as conquerors may be attributed to several causes. The natural location of their homes in the center of numerous lakes and rivers made access to the lands of their neighbors very easy for their war parties. More than this, however, the success of these Indians was due to their ambition, joined with their courage and ferocity in fighting, and perhaps the greatest reason of all, the political organization which bound them together. Other Indians, although they were most brave and daring fighters, were not ambitious enough to carry war into the country of their neighbors. They usually preferred the more peaceful life of hunting and fishing, fighting only when it was necessary to repel invaders. To the Iroquois, however, fighting was living and they were never so happy as when carrying murder and devastation against some rival nation. Moreover, the other nations