Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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

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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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14 THE PIONEER Her daughters— Lady Noeline Belturbet M. Phillips Lady Welhelmina Belturbet L. Rutan Lady Thomasin Belturbet E. Pembleton “ Sergeant” Slniter S. Lockwood 8:15 approaches, here, past, then 8:20 and 8:25 slips by and still the people come in. At last at 8:30 the inflow of human beings diminishes and it is decided that the curtain shall rise. By the efforts of Miss Bucklyn and several other friends of the (‘lass the wood scene which greets our eyes is indeed a credit to any amateur committee. It is laid in the “ Tangle” of Overcote Park near London. Hemlock bushes, the offspring of the fallen monarch at the side of the scene, cast a delightful shade about the clearing which is surrounded by a thick hedge broken by a rustic gate, and calls us back to Shakespeare’s Forest of Arden with which we finally associate Lady Noeline and Litterlv as Rosalind and Orlando. We have just noted these details when the first chapter appears, Youatt, an aged servant in livery, opens the gate for the Reverend Roger Minchin. Youatt, who has grown gray in the service of the family, is held by them in proper esteem and carries his part off nobly. Roger Minchin, a middle-aged minister of the Gospel, care free and hearty in manner, catches our enthusiasm at the start. He is an old friend of the Belturbets and feels a heavy responsibility concerning the daughters of Lady Cas-t.lejordan, of which he proceeds to rid himself at the appearance of Miriam. Miriam is the mother of three beautiful girls and in accordance with her late husband’s wishes is raising them as boys. As she has no son her husband’s title has been given to her nephew, Lord Litterlv. Minchin censures her for raising the now young women as men but fails to alter her course. Lady Noeline, the oldest of the three sisters, carries an air of one whom is used to being obeyed. She has just returned from London where her boyishness asserted itself in adventure in masculine attire, in which she lost the Belturbet ring and is worrying about the outcome of the adventure. I might say here that her mother heard of it, went to London, and in her absence “ love laughed at locksmiths.” After the ring has been returned Noeline displays as many