Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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.

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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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THE PIONEER 1 was about to see my own fate, when I felt a gentle pull at the roots of my hair, and I awoke to find myself in the clutches of Fraul-lein Porter, and being reprimanded for taking a nap during the study period. 1,. A. R., ’15. The Minisink Prize Essays. This year, as in several years past, the Minisink Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution offered prizes of five dollars each for the two best essays on some historical subject. The subject chosen this year was: “ The Work of the National Const i tutional Con vent ion.” It was on Washington’s Birthday that we, with a number of representatives of Minisink Chapter, assembled in the High School Auditorium to hear the report on the essays. The Chapter was very much pleased in the interest shown and praised very highly all the essays which had been submitted. Minutes seemed like hours as the time approached for the announcement of the two winners. The prizes were awarded to Laura Rutan, who had signed her essay “ Billy,” and Howard Mather, who chose “ Judge” as his non de plume. 13 We certainly feel very grateful to Minisink Chapter for the interest they have shown in the High School by offering these generous prizes. A. A. B., ’15. The Senior Class Play. “ The Amazons,” a farcial romance by Pinero, was successfully presented by the Class of ’15 on Nov. 29, 1914, in Music Hall. The play is characterized by delicate humor and deals with the mannish woman in a gentle spirit of satire and whimsical mood of romance. The Class selected it with the idea that it would be an appreciated change from the comedies which have formerly been given by the Senior classes. The cast of characters was as follows: Andre, Count DeGrivaLE. Marston Galfred, Earl of Tweenwayes V. D. Wallace Barrington, Viscount Utterly W. Nash Rev. Roger Minch in F. Sell river Fitton (a gamekeeper) A. A. Buser Youatt (a servant)-----A. A. Buser Orts (a poacher)-------R. Seacord Miriam, Marchioness of Castle- jordan D. Patterson