Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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!

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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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12 THE PIONEER “THE JUNIOR CHARGE.” Dear Juniors: — “The best of things must come to an end” and so it is with our high school life. We are leaving to you the joy and responsibility of being the leaders in school activities next year, although we have serious doubts as to your capability. But before departing we wish to give you a little good advice, which we hope you will take gracefully. Whatever you do, don’t “knock. Stand up for your school, and try to help along its various projects, instead of running them down. For. people of your extreme youth are apt to be rather hard in their criticism. Then, dear Juniors, don’t sit back and wait for some one else to start things going. Because, if you don’t take the lead in school matters, who will? We have a fine building and a fine faculty, and will soon have a wonderful athletic field, making our equipment for learning, one of the best in the State. And we hope that you will uphold the fine average in scholarship made by previous Senior Classes, and, if possible, raise that average. Those coveted seats in the back of the Study Hall are very comfortable, and we earnestly hope that you will enjoy them. But, like many other good things, they are not always easy to retain. For, a back seat demands very good behavior, a thing not always found with little Juniors. And, now in closing, we, the Class of 1916, wish you,the Class of 1917, all kinds of success during the coming year. CLASS OF 1916, A. S. G., Pres. SINGULAR THINGS IN PLURALS. We’ll begin with a box and the plural is boxes. But the plural of ox should be oxen not oxes. Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese; Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You man find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice, But the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is sometimes called men. Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen? The cow in the plural may be cows or kine, But bow, if repeated, is never called bine, And the plural of vow is vows, not vine; And if I speak of foot would you show me your feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth. Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth? If the singular is this and the plural is these, Should the plural of kiss be nicknamed keese? Then one may be that and three may be those, Yet the plural of hat is never called hose. And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of brother and also of brethren, But though we say mothers we never say methren. The masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim. So the English, I think you all will agree, Is the most wonderful language you ever did see. —Springfield Republican. STORIES A story contest was held in the High School during May. The best story from each class is printed in the Pioneer. AN AFTERNOON’S DIVERSION. A group of young people were sitting on the shady part of the club porch, drinking cooling beverages in a vain attempt to keep cool, and amusing themselves by telling their various adventures. “Well, remarked a bronzed individual, who spent most of his time on the tennis courts, “the other day I met a man, whom I had not seen since the time I was in the Soudan. “Say, Billy, drawled a young man, “how did it happen that you left your tennis long enough to go to Africa? “I hadn’t gone in for tennis, then, old top. To return to the subject, this fellow, Monty Jacks he was called, was an Englishman and an awful snob. His only fault, too. At least we thought so. Billy paused and regarded the group thoughtfully, until his eyes caught sight of one girl, who was trying to conceal a mischievous grin. He frowned angrily at her and went on with his story. “While we were away at camp. Jacks and the rest of us discovered that someone, who had an idea that our watches, cuff-links, etc., were too much of a burden for us to carry through the jungle, had very kindly relieved us of them. Of course, we searched the natives of the party, (they didn’t have much clothing to search) and our two white guides; but we did not discover either thief or valuables. We went into the jungle, shot our game and returned. After we came to town, we had the party searched again, but with the same results. Jacks grumbled more than the rest of us over the theft and no amount of talking cheered him up.