Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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(i THE PIONEER Junior Charge. Dear Juniors: OW that we have come to the parting of the ways in the old High School paths which we have trodden so near together, we are minded to leave with you a few words of wisdom and advice. May we express the hope that you will heed them carefully, taking them as guide posts on the steep and thorny way, the difficulties of which are so little realized by your youthful, innocent minds? The eventful days of our Senior school lives are passing rapidly. But a short time and the places that knew us, will know us as students no more, forever. Then you will have laid upon your shoulders the great responsibility of setting the pace for the school and an example to the younger students. You will be the first Senior class in the new High School, the first to graduate from its now unfinished walls. May the example of the last class to graduate from the old High School inspire you with ambition and courage. May the hallowed memories of our work, our struggles, and our success be carried with you into the stately halls which you will inhabit and have a moulding influence upon your career. Try to deserve the honor of being the “pioneer” class of the new building. Try to incite a fine, high spirit in the school life and to show yourselves as studious and as obedient to and thoughtful of the Faculty as we have been. Try above all things to avoid class disputes, remembering the universal harmony of ours. Ponder these things and you will do well and your success will be certain and assured. Such is the message to you, of the Senior Class of 1911. H. E. H. ’ll. A Noble Youth. In the Bodleian library at Oxford is a most touching record of heroism and self sacrifice on the part of a child. The lower door of St. Leonard’s church, Bridgeworth, was left open, and two young boys, wandering in, were tempted to mount to the upper part and scramble from beam to beam. All at once a joist gave way. The beam on which they were standing became displaced. The elder had just time to grasp it when falling, while the younger, slipping over his body, caught hold of his comrade’s legs. In this fearful position the poor lads hung, crying vainly for help, for no one was near. At length the boy clinging to the beam became exhausted. He could no longer support the double weight. He called out to the lad below that they were both done for. “Could you save yourself if I were to loose you?” asked the younger lad. “I think I could,” returned the elder. “Then goodbv, and God bless you!” said the little fellow, loosing his hold. Another second and he was dashed to pieces on the stone floor below. “What is gravity?” Bright Biology pupil: “Something like axle grease.”

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THE PIONEER ;j apart, the first being merely a little target practice that did no harm, the second inflicting a serious wound. But there was no time to coach Gustave anew. Said the lawyer: “What were you doing when the first shot was fired?” “I was sitting in the kitchen gnawing a chicken hone,” said Gustave. “And what were you doing when the second shot was fired? Be careful how you answer.” “I was sitting in the kitchen,” said he, “gnawing that same chicken bone.” Not a Rehearsal. The inquisitive man saw a hearse start away from a house at the head of a funeral procession. “Who’s dead?” he asked the corner grocer, who was standing in his door watching the funeral start. “Chon Schmidt,” answered the grocer. “John Smith!” exclaimed the other. “You don’t mean to say John Smith is dead ?’ ’ “Veil, py golly,” rejoined the grocer, “vot you dink dey doing mit him—practicing, hey?”—New York World. A Way of Getting Even. Hewitt—When I asked the old man for his daughter’s hand he walked all over me. Jewett—Can’t you have him arrested for violation of the traffic regulations?— New York Press. In the Kindergarten. Teacher—What comes after “t,” Ruth? Ruth—The fellow what’s going to marry my sister Jane. Wanted Ads. Wanted—A man—Jane Coleman. Only fat men need apply. Wanted—Silence—Miss Murry. But you don’t always get what you want. Wanted—Someone to listen to me talk— “Pete” Smith. Wanted—A girl—Willis Marsh. Wanted—A voice—Margretta Farley. Wanted—Special rates to Neely town— Donald Parker. Wanted—A chance to debate—Mae Carr. Wanted—A “cicero” pony—Earl Roosa. Wanted—Stolen Banner—One stolen by Class ’10. Wanted—Some life—Junior Class. Wanted—Something to make me stop laughing—Bertha S. Wanted—Another election—Junior Class. Wanted—The right to talk without restriction—Harriette H. Wanted—A few girls to jolly—Joe Lewis. Wanted—Some one to listen to my jokes —Elma Abrams. Wanted—A little more “avoirdupois”— Saver Seely. Wanted—Position as Physics teacher— —“Pete” Smith. It must be nice to know “it” all. Wanted—“Order, please”—Miss Hunter. Wanted—A little more patience—Roswell Purdy. Little boy: “Teacher, what is a Junior?” Teacher: “A Junior, my boy, it is a small person with a very large head, the scope of whose mind embraces every thing commonly within the range of human comprehension, and those things which it does not embrace it can readily guess at.”

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THE PIONEER 7 Basket Ball 1910-1911. On November 10th, a meeting for the purpose of organizing a basket ball team was called. It resulted in the election of Joe Lewis, as Captain; Spencer Horton, Manager; Donald Parker, Secretary and Treasurer. The prospects for a good team were not very bright, as there was no hall to be gotten where regular practice could be held. Nevertheless the boys took a good interest in the team and succeeded fairly well. The season opened in November with a defeat, when the Goshen boys journeyed over to Warwick to meet the local high school team of that village. Considering that it was the first game of the season, the 18 points scored by our team was a very commendable showing. On Thanksgiving eve, Warwick played a return game in Goshen. The home team made a better showing in this game, the score at the end of the first half being 19 to 19. But Warwick finally won out by the score of 33 to 27.