Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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10 THE PIONEER productions! Harold Gillespie, sole owner, proprietor, producer and star!’ for goodness sake, that’s what you’d call ‘Four in One?’ How does he manage it all?” “ ‘Now girls, stop your giggling. Brownie leave this room, immediately, and remain an hour after school! Hilda, where is Africa?’ Ha! Ha! Sounds like old times! Who can the teacher be? Now, I know, it is Mildred Taft trying to lead the rising generation of Sugar Loaf to heights of knowledge.” ” ‘Tonight at the Central will be given a lecture on ‘The Advancement of the Monkey Race,’ by Professor Herman Willard France, President of the Mechanical E-Lecture-Neering University. Admission $2.00! My! That sound good, and, if I’m not mistaken, that’s my old schoolmate ‘Bunn.’ ” ‘‘Hello! John Wanamaker’s, hey? See that crowd around the window! Let me get a peek! Well, of all things! Anne Sutherland. But why is she turning and turning like a merry-go-round? Oh! I see, she is letting that crowd of women examine her costume at every angle. She’s what you call, ‘A Living Model.’ ” ‘‘Oh! Oh! See that runaway. He will be killed!—Stop them! Stop them! Look at that milk spilled all over the road! Why, it’s some young farmer taking his morning’s milk to the creamery, and, as true as I live, it is Murray Thompson.” ‘‘See that girl! I believe It is Alta Toepp! But what a crowrd of youngsters around her. They are all so small too! What kind of a place can it be? Why, of course, any one should know that it is a kindergarten and Alta Toepp is manager, teacher and friend as well. How lovely!” “Emily Pembleton, how can you do so much? I should think it would be hard enough to teach school, without trying to be an elocutionist and also to sing at all of Mrs. Harriman’s social affairs! You have many talents but try to choose one, and develop it well.” “What’s the matter? Where am I? Why are you laughing? Oh—I’m cold! Tell me what I’ve been doing!” Simultaneously the Senior Class with much laughter replied, “Ho! Ho! that futurprophecying ether was too much for you! You have told us not only our future but your own as well. It took Miss Mould to revive you with that neutralization powder mixed in a pail of cold water. Many thinks for your prophetic vision.” H. V. D. and C. M. CLASS WILL. Being about to depart forever from Goshen High School, we hereby make our Last Will and Testament, to which we affix our seals this 20th day of June. To the honored President of the Junior Class, Harry Durland, we leave a seat in the study hall where he can talk without being heard. To their Vice-President, Henry Hansen, we leave an excuse for absence good for three hundred and sixty-five days in the year. To Elizabeth Phillips, the Secretary and Treasurer. a mortgage on the Physics Laboratory, also a “Trailer” to fasten on her automobile to accommodate all friends. To Lucie Wallace, the advice that she shouldn’t attempt to get the teachers’ goats. To Elsie Rutan, the honor of being the best dancer in her class. To Harold Knapp the opportunity of taking “Her” to all future “Frat” dances. To Eleanor Pise, we leave all the honors of the Class of ’17, also our permission to pass her Regents’ Exams, over one hundred per cent. To Harold Jackson, an unbreakable mirror. (We don’t wish him any bad luck). To “Junior” Kingsland, a straight-jacket to keep him in his seat during study periods. We don’t approve of so much running around. To Gladys Carvey, a censor to O. K. (or not) the books she reads. To Millard Strack, a new method of passing notes, so he won’t have to get the ink so often. To Edith Ehlers, the difficult task of keeping up life in the study hall when we leave. To Joseph Gerow, their celebrity, a caretaker for all the bouquets at ball games. To Nina Vogel, a muzzle to keep her from biting. To Helen Seeley, an American History prompter. To Philip Wilcox, we bequeath all the Elizabeths in school. To Bob Lewis, a portable shoe shiner so he won’t have to go down town every five minutes. To Natalie Scott, we leave a rear seat in the study hall, so she won’t obstruct anyones view of Miss Porter (also conversely). Last, but not least, we leave the Faculty a dictaphone so that it may feel able to leave the study hall once in a while with a clear conscience. E. C. ’16 H. M. ’16

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THE PIONEER 9 THE CLASS PROPHECY. The other day, when we Seniors were having a meeting, we heard a terrible noise in the Chemistry Laboratory. Rushing in, we found one of our members lying unconscious on the floor. He had remained in the laboratory, wishing to make an experiment with hydrocaroxletic gas, while we parleyed at a meeting. But, when we looked at the bottle that he had used, we found he had made a mistake, and had experimented with “futurprophecying ether While we stood wondering how to revive him, he commenced to murmur, and to our surprise he began talking about us. “Why, Harold Houston, you, married! I thought you told me once that you intended to keep ‘Bachelor’s Hall. Well, old man, I can’t blame you much! And how fine your farm looks! I see your knowledge of scientific management has made you the most prosperous farmer in the community. ’ “Well, of all things, Alice Gott, I never expected to see you singing in the largest church in the city. But then, you always did sing wonderfully well. What? You sing for Victor Records, too! If this doesn’t take the cake! I never thought you would do anything so tame. I expected to see you in the movies or on the stage.’’ “I hear the President of the United States rise to his feet and address the members of his Cabinet, ‘Gentlemen, the great war is over. I wish to appoint Harry Marston as ambassador to Germany, which, contrary to my expectations, is still on the map. Does this meet with your approval?’ Not a dissenting voice is raised. ' “Isn’t she sweet! A dear, gray-haired, old maid fondling a black pussy cat with a squawking parrot just over her head! Of all things, Janet Coates, did you never marry? I see you have found time to paint as well as to teach domestic science. Why. are you a fashion designer, too? What funny styles! Are they for 1950?’’ “Toot! Toot! Honk! Honk! Oh, is that a Ford? How funny! ‘For Training Class Girls Only!’ That probably explains the absence of masculinity. Oh, there’s a man! He’s running it! Who in the world can it be? Warren Sayer. as big as life, and at the same old business of taking the bonnie girls of Orange County out sky-larking! Well, I do declare!” “Listen! Didn’t I hear some one say, ‘Now, put the eggs in! Why, you have peppered this twice!’ Yes. I am sure I know that voice. Why, of course, it is Sarah Lockwood, giving instructions to a lot of (still green) pupils in domestic science.” “That’s true. William Ehlers, a rolling stone gathers no moss. When you get a good job, stick to it, and what could be better than forever to deal out ‘sweets to the sweet?’ ” “Click! Click Clickety click! Who can that be making so much noise? Well, if it isn't Christine Makuen, (who was our class valedict) private secretary for the Governor of New York State! Well, well, did you say that the governor goes to you for advice concerning governmental affairs— and that you two are working out a complete plan for the reform of civil service? Why, that’s so, you won a prize for an essay on “Civil Service Reform” once, didn’t you?” “I see rising before me a gorgeous mountain peak. What a beautiful place, but what misery, poverty and distress among the mountain people! How much they need the ministry of helping hands. Ah! there she comes, the angel of the Kentucky Mountains, beloved by all for her noble deeds. As she draws nearer—what! No, it cannot be! But, yes, it is—Helen Durland! Who would have dreamed of such a thing, and yet. it is fitting after all.” “My goodness! Is that Charles Nolan with that doctor’s case? What is he trying to bring back to life, a man, or a horse? I’ll go nearer and investigate! A man! Who would have thought it? Guess I will have to get sick!” “ ‘Gentlemen of the Jury, I leave this woman in your hands. She has done wrong, but who can blame her for poisoning that dog. which was slowly winning her husband’s affection to the utter forgetfulness of her, his own wife?’ Whose voice is that, vibrant with feeling, which rings out from the crowded court room? Oh! here’s the name on an office door. ‘Ellen W. Coates, lawyer, (who never loses a case).’ ” “Hello! Howard, old boy, who would have thought you would get tired of winning all the track events, and would go to prize fighting! Well, he (or she) does have to be of some size to knock you out!” “What! Do my eyes deceive me? Say, who is that over there? She—she—is just going in that old shack with all those dirty youngsters around her! Florence Hinchman? Why, Florence, no wonder I thought I couldn’t see straight! To find you in this kind of work! After all. it is like you to give up your life for others.” “This is a strange looking building! Just read this! ‘Big Opening Night of the Superior New York Cafe! All movies guaranteed to be original

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NAME Title Favorite Diversion Favorite Topic of Conversation Ambition Future Occupation Favorite Expression A. S. GOTT “Pat” Practicing on the mandolin Egghead” To win a Phi Beta Kappa Key Actress Oh! Lawks! W. R. SAYER “Westie” Running a Ford Training Class girls To raise a moustache Furnishing gum for G. H. S. I’m sorry F. M. HINCHMAN “Peggy” Reading College To talk louldy in Latin Social worker Pickles! C. A. NOLAN “Can” Timer of track team French To rival Virgil as a poet Doctor Very good, Eddie! H. V. DURLAND “Darling” Teasing Pinochle To convert the heathen Missionary Jimminy Crickets! H. A. GILLESPIE “Glue” Writing notes “Ads.” To get in bed by nine Gentleman of leisure Oh! for goodness sake J. W. COATES “Dennis” Passing notes Getting rid of school nuisance To have fun in study hall Teaching parots to swear Zowie! H. R. MANCHESTER •Cutie” Digesting the periodical table Deutsch and wrestling To fish forever Chemist For the Love of Mike! A. M. SUTHERLAND “Dimples” Giggling Dances To be an old maid Keeping house You get outa here! H. G. MARSTON Dick” Making a noise Those awful girls Ain’t got none Minister Oh! Storks! S. H. LOCKWOOD “Mike” Dancing Books To have curly hair Athletic instructor Potato—Potato I. H. HOUSTON “House” Writing letters (?) Cakes Anolas To be an explorer Scientific farmer Oh. shucks! M. TAFT “Middle” Fussing with her wool —valley To climb Sugar Loar Bine Lehrerin By gravy! H. W. FRANCE “Bunn” Debating Boxing To discover a new theory Mechanical engineer Ganz gut! A. M. TOEPP “Alta” Training future citizens Catching the trolley To be a preceptress School marm By gracious! W. F. EHLERS “Pop” Annoying the one in front of him Y. M. C. A. To be a great athlete Landscape gardener You said a gob! E. W. COATES “Elsie” Decorating her school books The tardy” one To occupy a back seat Telling others how to work Curses! W. M. THOMPSON “Murray” Running a car Anything To belong to the Giants’ pitching Btaff Tiller of the soil Oh. Heck! C. MAKUEN “Teen” Going to church “Bumblebees” To be a private secretary Chief cook in the Waldorf Oh, dear! E. C. PEMBLETON E.” Walking Great singer To run an auto Teacher Well! Well!