Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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 NAME Title. Favorite Diversion. Favorite Topic of Conversation. Ambition. Future Occupation. Favoritp Expression. E. PISE Elle. Coin to Church. Soldier Boys.” To drive a Ford. President National Defense League. Gracious. P. WILCOX Phil.” Getting up Petitions. His surprising ability. To become handsome. Engineer. Piffle. L. WALLACE Wallie. Running Ruby. Purchasing shoes at Middletown. To get out of G. H. S. Beating Miss BJurst dt. Nothing more than Goodness.” 11 JA(’KS . • Hank. Bluffing. Girls. To become Millionaire. Mitarbeiter. Come On. E. RUT AN E. Gazing at the last seat (?) in Row 5. “Somebody’s surprising superiority to other young men. To get away from Harold Jackson. School Teacher. Darned. H. KNAPP Knapple. Music. Dancing. To be THE MOST popular. Civil Engineer. Sehr Schllmar. N. SCOTT Scottie. Doing Virgil. Her Marks. To become a Dancer. Chemist. I can’t (?) do this. F. HOWELL Flo. Finding something to laugh at. Boys. To graduate. Nurse. Oh! Go On.

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8 TIIK PIONEER Natalie Scott, after she had got her degree in Chemistry. Now she is in the drug store down town, making a specialty of chloroforming cats and dogs.” “Goodness!” I exclaimed, “what hasn’t happened in these ten veal’s! But tell me, what has happened to the rest of the class; I just saw Philip and Harold.” “That large mansion over there, where the stock farm used to be, is Harold Jackson’s. He invented a new way of destroying submarines, and the government gave him a commission so large he retired from business. But once the thing went wrong and one of the sailors was badly injured. Flora Howell was the only nurse: that could bring him to. She did it by using some of Natalie’s new concoctions of catnip tea.” “Well, good luck to you, Elsie; I hope you are elected,” I said in leaving her. “Thank you ever so much,” she said. But what are you going to do with yourself now?” “Ah, I don’t know yet. Wait until I am thoroughly awake, then I’ll try to decide. ' —E. M. P., ’17. CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1917 of the Goshen High School, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby declare this our last will and testament. To Katherine Egbertson, the honored President, we leave some old bread-crusts to make her hair curl. To Marie Hoffman, the advice not to use so much powder in these dangerous times. To Fern Potter, the privilege to ride in Van Vliet’s Ford on six days of the week, and in their Paige on Sundays. To Gladys Seely, the advice not to giggle at every noise she hears near her. It is said, here, in school, that Esther White is violating the eight-hour law in regard to study. She had better look out, as the G. H. S. is a strict union. She—Why is a wedding so much like a circus? He—Because the woman always keeps an eye on the ring. To Ethel Seely, the privilege of being the bright star in all her classes next year. To Dorothy Collier, a seat in the Senior row, and the privilege of keeping it all the year. Last, but not least, to the one boy in the Class, Kobeit Tuthill, we leave the sole care of the girls of the Junior Class. To the Faculty, we leave the remem-brance of the worst class they have had in High School, and the privilege of giving a big sigh of relief, after we are gone. In witness whereof, we hereby, this 12th day of June, affix our sign and seal. CLASS OF ’17—E. C. R. John—What’s the name of your dog? G eo rge—G i nger. John—Does Ginger bite? George—No, Ginger snaps. Miss Mould (in chemistry)—“Now here comes something quite peculiar. Just then Phil Wilcox came in late for chemistry.

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10 THE PIONEER THE JUNIOR CHARGE Knowledge increases as time rolls by. And now that we have attained the dignified place of Seniors, we feel capable of giving a few valuable hints to our beloved friends, the Juniors. First, in whatever place you may be, whether in school, business or society, adapt yourselves to the surroundings, and make everything as agreeable and pleasant as possible. Second, whatever you do, do well. However disagreeable or unpleasant it may seem, do it with a willing manner to the Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, As he banged his shin against the bed: “jj j i | | j j” best of your ability. Then success, not only in school, but also in later life, will be suie to come, and failure will be unknown. Finally, be courteous to your superiors, as I am sure you are, especially with your teachers, with whom you are closely associated. If you abide by these few suggestions as well as you have done through your three years of high school life, the Class of ’17 will be proud to return to this school next year, and see our fellow Juniors occupying the places made vacant by us. —H. L. J. Little dabs of powder, Little pots of paint, Makes Marie’s complexion Look like what it aint. Elizabeth—Have you ever kissed a girl? Robert—Annie, would you like to own a Philip—Is that an invitation, or are you dog? gathering statistics? Annie—Oh dear! This is so sudden. Junior Section JUNIOR SECTION CLASS ROLL President—Iv. EGBERTSON. Secretary—M. HOFFMAN. Vice-President—F. POTTER. Treasurer—1). COLLIER. ROBERT TCTHILL. Wanted—Some boys. Only good Dancers need apply. —Junior Class. The English III Class—A place where (he Junior Class exchanges bits of gossip. Lost—My dog; answers to the name of Charlie. —Fern Potter. Wanted—A boy to open oysters fifteen years old.