Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE PIONEER 15 plan came one night during my fourteenth year. I was awakened by a loud knock at the front door, and by a voice calling, “Mr. Harmon. Mr. Harmon. I heard my parents dressing, and then my father went down and opened the door. “Here are two more, said a gruff voice. “Feed them, and take them to Mr. Setwood, and be quick about it. for, in a lower voice, “they’re on the trial. As the man rode off into the night, the visitors were taken into our kitchen, and I could hear my mother getting a hasty lunch. Once the woman began to cry. but my father promptly silenced her. With eager curiosity I quickly dressed, crept down, and peeped in at the kitchen door. Two negroes, a man and a woman, were seated at the table ravenously eating; and my father, hat in hand was pacing the floor. Lunch over, he took them to the yard, and made them lie in the bottom of the wagon. I followed and, when he had covered them writh hay. and was taking the reins I stepped out of the shadows and said: “Father, mayn’t I go too? “You. Albert, he said, “you are too young. “I can sit on the back and watch for pursuers, I said, and so he consented. After a time I heard hoofbeats on the road behind. “They are coming, father, I sang out. “So soon? he said. “Well, our only hope is to make Carter’s Lane. Carter’s Lane! Well did I know the place! A man had once been found there murdered, and no one knows who he was. He had been buried in this lane, and as we turned in there T shuddered. After racing his horses about half a minute, father pulled up, rushed to the side of the wagon and fairly dragged the negroes out, and off to the side of the road. After striking a match he pulled open a door cleverly concealed by the thick bushes along the road. The light disclosed a small room containing some boxes, food, beds, and a few articles of clothing. Hastily pushing the terrified negroes in he said: “Mr. Setwood will call for you in the morning. Quickly shutting the door, he rushed for the wagon, and drove back to the main road. Just as we had nicely started along this road a body of horsemen came up. “Seen any niggers? they asked, and not waiting for a reply, searched the wagon. It was entirely empty, for the straw had had been left in the dug-out with the negroes. Finding no clues, the men raved and swore for a while and then rode off, not even seeing the entrance to the lane. Reaching home father sent a messenger to Mr. Setwood, telling where the negroes were hidden, and we learned that he found them the next day, and took them over his section of the “Road. After that I saw many fleeing negroes at our house, but not all found the railroad as safe as these had. Father always said that those two were saved because it was my initiation night. CHARLOTTE DANN, '19. MARYS LITTLE COLD. Mary had a little cold That started in her head. And everywhere that Mary went That cold was sure to spread. It followed her to school one day (There wasn’t any rule) It made the children cough and sneeze To have that cold in school. The teacher tried to drive it out; She tried hard, but—kerchoo! It didn’t do a bit of good, For the teacher caught it, too. “Harold, what are you studying now? asked Mrs. Gillespie. “We are taking up the subject of molecules, answered her son. “I hope you will be very attentive, and practice constantly. said his mother. “I tried to get your father to wear one, but he could not keep it in his eye. AN ODE: In a parlor there were three, A pretty maid, a light and he. Two are a company without a dout. And so the little light went out. Howard: — (At the window): “O ma, an auto- mobile just went by as big as a barn. His Mother:—“Howard, why do you exaggerate so? I’ve told you a million times about that habit of yours, and it doesn’t seem to do a bit of good. Bob:—After washing my face. I look in the mirror to see if its clean, don’t you? Millard:—Don’t have to. I look at the towel.

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14 THE PIONEER Silas sad “Yes ,f and attaching to a long rope, Si and Maria made their impressive entrance into Ithaca. After an exciting meal with their beloved “Danie” all three walked over to inspect the car. Danie lifted the lid of the gasolene tank and said, “Why. dad, you haven’t any gasolene in here.” Si’s mouth dropped open. ‘Wal, how’d I know ye had to feed the blamed thing?’’ FLORENCE HINCHMAN, '16. OX PROBATION. Jimmy Barlow was a poor lad His father and mother had never given him the ghost of a chance. They had always abused him. beat him, and sent him out into the streets to pick up a few pennies, with which they could get some whiskey to drink. Some times Jimmy would come home without anything, and then he would have to take the consequences, a beating. As time went on. and Jimmie’s beatings became more frequent, he dreaded more and more the going home. But Jimmy was not the kind to run. He stuck it out until finally it b came almost unbearable. One night he came home without a cent. His father gave him an extra hard beating, and then shut him in a dark hole in the cellar. After two or three hours his father called him up stairs, and whispered something in his ear. He began to protest. but he saw the look on his father’s face, and became silent. In about an hour Jimmy sneaked out of the back door, found the house his father had indicated, climbed quietly through the window’, and stole some money. Many times after that his father made him go out and steal. After' a few times it became easier, and finally it grew into a habit. Then one day his father died. A few weeks after this his mother also died. Jimmy felt sorry for a time, but after all it wasn't such a serious loss to him; so he just w’ent on in the same old path that his father had forced him into, for now’ it was a habit. As time went on Jimmy grew worse and w’orse, stole more and more, until finally he became a thoroughly bad character. But. even if he was a thief, he had a heart. He often gave money to help some poor fellow’ in trouble, or to aid some one who was sick or in need. By doing this he was constantly out of money, w'hich made him steal more often. One night Jimmy forced entrance into a bank. He had just got hold of some money, and started away when two policemen grabbed him. He offered no resistance, but went quietly with them to the lock-up. The next day Jimmy wras tried in the Juvenile Court. He confessed everything, telling how he had been handicapped, and how’ his father had forced him to steal. The case was talked over and the judge decided to put him in charge of the Probation Officer. In the afternoon the Probation Officer, wfhose name was John Astor, came up to Jimmy and greeted him so heartily with a warm hand shake, that it made Jimmy feel good. “Come on in here, Jimmy,” he said, so friendly, that Jimmy did not hesitate. “Now, Jimmy, you and I are going to have a talk together. First, I want you to tell your life’s story, then I have a proposition to make you.” After Jimmy had told his story, Mr. Astor said: Well, Jimmy, that certainly was a pretty hard life, but just listen to me a minute. The law states that a young man under the age of tw’enty-one can not be named as a criminal. So, as you are only seventeen, that is one point in your favor. And now. Jimmy. I want to know if you w’ant to reform.” Upon Jimmie's answer in the affirmative, the officer went on. “I have a friend who would like to employ a bright young man as general helper in his office, and I am going to get you the job, providing you are willing. Jimmy, I w’ant you to go to night school. Study hard. lad. and see if you can’t make good. Here’s the man’s address, and there's mine. Report to me every week. Goodbye. Be good, boy.” “Good-bye, sir, I don’t know how to thank you. “Never mind the thanks, Jimmy. Good-bye. I’ll see you next week.” Two years have passed. Jimmy is now nineteen. He has worked hard and has made good. He has reported every week to the Probation Officer, and they have become warm friends. Jimmy has a responsible position in the office of a large firm and in time will be taken in as a partner. HARRY DITRLAND, '17. AN EXCITING NIGHT.” Long before and for some time during the Civil War. negroes escaped from their owners and were taken, by a way called the “Underground Railroad,” to freedom in Canada. My initiation into the secrets of this mysterious

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16 THE PIONEER Jt'MOH CLASS ROLL. HARRY DURLAND President HENRY HANSEN Vice-President ELIZABETH PHILLIPS Secretary and Treasurer HAROLD KNAPP LUCIE WALLACE HAROLD JACKSON ELEANOR PISE PHILIP WILCOX ELSIE RUTAN NATALIE SCOTT ROBERT LEWIS GLADYS GARVEY REPLY TO SENIORS CHARGE. “The best of things must come to an end.’ This seems very true, as our beloved superiors, the Seniors of the class of 1916, are about to depart. However, by the time that the year 1917 rolls around, we shall be old and dignified enough to take all the responsibilities, as well as joys, of being Seniors, upon our “broad” shoulders. WTe earnestly thank you for all the good and wise advice, which you have so kindly offered and we, “the little Juniors,” faithfully promise to heed every word of it, because, it came from the “old and wise Seniors.” We are very proud of our building and faculty, especially the faculty, and we promise to honor and adore them, as you always have. Dear Seniors, as we look back and see how nobly and honorably you have carried yourselves through the four long years of High School life, we cannot help but take you as an example, and try to reach as high, or even a higher standard than you have reached. As to the back seats, which every one looks forward to, (or backward to, I should say) we especially hold to hold. For. dear Seniors, not one of the “dear little Juniors” has had a seat changed. But, as it is now. four of the little angels of the Senior Class, faithfully hold their post in the front of the room, besides some of the “Freshies.” And now, as you are about to leave this dear old High, we wish you the best of success. But, don’t let your ambition in life be, to get a back seat, as in the High School. Get a front seat and keep it. CLASS OF ’17, H. L. D., Pres. FOR HIRE:—Quartet composed of Bob Lewis, bass, and Maurice Hubbard, tenor—other members missing.