Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE PIONEER 11 YanDuzer Wallace started his career way back in the grades where he always stood near the top of his class. During his four long years of H. S. study, he has proved himself a remarkable student. He was a crack player on last year’s basketball team and this year has not only played on our renowned tennis team, but has also been one of our “ star” athletes. We are certain that in the future his name will be sung far and near as his admiration for a certain member of the Junior Class has been during the past year. Scott Osborn, our famous pitcher, is so averse to having his picture taken that we have been unable to secure his photograph for our class paper. He joined the class in first year High School. He has always been prominent in school activities. He left us for a while in second year. During his absence he attended school at Kingston and made that place famous. Junior and Senior year he was captain of the championship baseball team. Also in the last two years of high school he was a prominent track man, being especially noted for his excellency as a broad jumper. He has not as yet received his calling, but we aie suie that his future will be a triumphful march to fame. Class Prophecy. Prologue— Act I. Editor: “ Say, do you know we ain’t got a class prophecy?” 1st Senior: “ Yes, ain’t it fierce!” Act II. Editor: “ Say, do you know we ain’t got a class prophecy?” 2nd Senior: “ Yes, ain’t it fierce. ’ ’ Act III. Editor: “ Say, do you know we ain’t got a class prophecy?” 3rd Senior: “ Yes, aint it fierce. Here, write out my German for me and I’ll make one!” Prophecy. While I was thinking of this terrible catastrophe of having no class prophecy during the first study period the other morning, things began to look very queer.

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10 THE PIONEER William L. Nash, better known as “ Bill,” hails from New Hampton. He entered the class in Freshman year. Last year he was a member of our famous baseball team. During his first three years in G. H. S. “ Bill” was quite prominent in school life, but his achievements of Senior year have overshadowed all those of his former career. His interpretation of the roll of Barrinton, Viscount Litterlv, in the Senior play, is worthy of high recognition. He is the only member of our class that took the commercial course. He may start out with a splendid position in some bank in this county, but he is surely destined for higher things. Anna Brown, who lives in the Town of Hamptonburg, came to Goshen High School several years ago. She has worked hard and faithfully with her studies and has taken an active part in the work of the Noon Hour Group Y. W. C. A. We have lately heard that it is Anna’s ambition to become a trained nurse and we hope that she will succeed at her profession as well as she has at her studies.

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12 THE PIONEER The desks whirled around, the air looked blue, the pupils all floated out of the window, “ mirabile dictu” and I was left alone in that vast study ball. Wonderful visions appeared to me. 1 seemed to see H. Mather, clad in a judicial robe and wig, presiding over the Supreme Court of the U. S. A. He had become known all over the world and his decisions were as well known as those of John Marshall. This scene vanished and 1 saw next Margaret Phillips, waving a yellow banner, leading a band of militant suffragettes against the Capitol City, Washington. (I hope that my eyes deceived me in this). I then saw Arthur Buser, a man of middle age, coming home after a hard day’s work in his office, welcomed by many silvery voices, for he was living enshrined in domestic happiness. My next vision was rather odd. I saw something red appear above the horizon (I could not believe my eyes), and as it came near I recognized my old friend, Ralph Sea-cord. He was now a prosperous farmer, and was running on the Prohibition ticket for the office of Hamptonburg Chicken Inspector. I looked in the opposite direction and behold, I saw Dorothy Patterson, very much to my surprise a typical old maid, surrounded by her cats and parrots and seemingly to be enjoying life. Then I saw Scott Osborn, naturally with his hands in his pockets and chewing a wad of gum, on the mound pitching away the game for the Giants. This scene slowly faded and in its place appeared William Nash, who had prospered greatly in a mercantile business. At last I saw Frank Sehriver, a professor of Latin, in a new University established by Roosevelt as a memorial to the Progressive party. Another vision appeared to me, that of Wayne Crosby, now a prosperous salesman, selling Ford machines at $10 a doz. (Cash $9.98). The vision again changed and me thought 1 saw Edwin Marston. From his appearance all had gone well with him, and from all inquiries I found that he was now the editor and publisher of a newspaper in one of the large cities. The scene changed and I saw Anna Brown presiding peacefully over her quiet home. Then I saw Hannah, a typical teacher of the district school, with her little flock busily engaged about, her.