Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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THE SHOW GOES ON THE ROAD Monday, April 10th Dear Diary: Dawn of beautiful day. Thirty-four enthusiastic Seniors and four grimly-capable chaperones boarded the Short Line bus for Boston. Farewell, farewell, you’d think we were staying in Boston for four years. We were on our merry way. Wayside Inn sighted at 12:30. All one could hear was the click, click, click of cameras. The courageous souls explored the inside of the Old Mill . . . Tight skirts prevented the girls from climbing out... Walked up the road to the school where Mary took her little lamb to. Went through Lexington and Concord . . . Minute Man very artistic, especially with Bob, Walt, and Lee posing too. Finally arrived at Hotel Bradford. Made a general tour of the hotel and really brought it to life; however, we were still shy with our new surroundings. Patton's had just the right atmosphere for our first night in Boston and served delicious cuisine. Free night, —some went to movies, others explored, and the rest just got lost, around the corner of Patton’s, shall we say. Deviltry at a minimum the first night; we were good children. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, wandered back to our own rooms and drifted into peaceful sleep. Tuesday, April 11th Dear Diary: Crawled from bed to ringing of phone, dressed, fell into elevator on wav to breakfast. Bus was awaiting . . . met Mr. Winn, our guide for the day. His name was very appropriate. We made a royal tour of Boston until our feet nearly dropped off. Everything was on “filled-in-land,” one of Mr. Winn’s favorite expressions. Saw the John Hancock Insurance Building, a very modern building where we went up on the top floor and looked out the large windows down on Boston. Very much impressed with the scenery; we went on to the State House, found this similar to the State House at Albany. Next we sat on the spot of the Boston Tea Party, and drove up Beacon Street... surprised, thought Beacon Hill was located on a large hill with each house far awav from each other. The houses were very close together, although thev were rather elegant looking. Saw some houses with colored glass windows which had become that way with age. They are some of the oldest houses in Boston. Visited four cemeteries where Paul Revere was buried. Mr. Winn told us that the wind never stopped blowing at this one cemetery. All we knew was that it was very breezy. Lunch at Durgin Park, located in the market place—Whew! Food was good, until a can of bones passed by the window on its way from the roof to the sidewalk ... but the food was really delicious. At the Old North Church, we sang America to the accompaniment of the oldest organ in Boston. It was impossible for us to walk through the cellar of the church because there were 1,100 bodies buried there. At Bunker Hill climbed 294 steps to top of Monument. “Old Ironsides” was next stop with its sailor crew (much to the girl’s delight). At Union Oyster House had dinner; most of us didn’t take advantage of the delicious sea food, the most popular dish being chicken pie. Went to “Miss Liberty,” the dancing terrific with Mary McCarty page fourteen

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SENIOR PROM Our first big project of the year was the Senior Prom on November 25. After working industriously for many days, advertising and making plans, some good and some—well we won’t say—the eventful day arrived. Just about any Senior who had the slightest hit of ambition decided to put it to work. Before we realized it, the ceiling was decorated in many different colors. I suppose you’re wondering how we got way up there. Well, Mr. Stewart. Cliff Kelsey and Ken Schoonmaker would know more about it, hut we can give you an idea. They used an apparatus to climb upon in order to string wires, then strips of crepe paper were throw n on the wires, making an arch effect. Much time was spent fixing the tables with bright colored paper. Inspired by the original thinking of Gil Heitz, the Seniors conscientiously (?) made graduation caps and diplomas to place on the tables. The main attraction, according to all those who constructed it, was a graduate dummy sitting and looking at a globe. The future was written on top of it. At the Prom, the couples danced to the smooth-flowing music of Dick Bruyn’s Orchestra. Everyone was fascinated by the beautiful decorations, which displayed the graduation theme. Some people even seemed to be in a trance although it’s debatable whether or not to blame it on the decorations. CLASS ELECTIONS Most likely to succeed Gilbert Heitz Charlotte Mongo Most Popular Boh McBride Marv Kit Wallace Best Dressed Joe Guarino Phyllis Rosenberg Best Natured Thomas Lynch Rosamond Scesa Best Athlete Gilbert Price Constance I folcomh Done most for the class -- Ken Schoonmaker Mary Kit Wallace Most Talkative Kathleen Frey Most Reserved Dorothy Pearsall Class Caveman Clifford Kelsey- Class Clown Lee Geiger Class Don Juan Bob Osburn Class Wit Bob Davis Class Grind Gloria Hernandez Class Devil Stanley Dudek Laziest Louis Peavy Most Energetic Betty Zawilin Most Modest Carol Semke Favorite Classroom Room 211 (English) Favorite Teacher Mr. C. R. Hayes Favorite Expression - - And what have you? 50's greatest need MONEY!!!!!! page thirteen

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and Eddie Albert in the leading roles. The others saw “Tickets Please” starring the Hartmans’, a quartet danced and sang, also a ballet number. It was like old vaudeville especially when the inventor showed the way he baked a cake. He must have known we were coming. Fun to see a show before or after it reaches New York. By this time, more acquainted with the hotel and the invasion began. Lots to talk about plus other things . . . kept us awake many hours. Finally, eyes half-closed, stumbled to beds for much-needed rest. Wednesday, April 12th Dear Diary: Breakfast . . . crawled into bus. First stop, Peabody Museum. Found fragile glass Howers interesting but skeletons and stuffed animals very exciting. The making of glass flowers is now a lost art. The ferns and pine boughs look like they have just fallen from a tree; it was amazing. Hard to believe it was really glass. The mummies were surprisingly unwrapped and the totem poles gruesome. Outside met our old friend, Mr. Martin, who took us on another walk, this time around Harvard University. Points of interest were the chapel which is regularly attended by Harvard students. The guests all sit segregated on one side of the chapel. The Widener Library, another point of interest, contained one of Gutenberg’s 12 original Bibles and also a collection of original books by many famous authors given to Elkins Widener, who died at a very young age. Rare Shakespeare folios were kept in this memorial room also. The gymnasium was for men onlv. Mr. Sprague informed girls thev had to wait, the boys were taking a swim . . . they weren’t. Crossed bridge to Stadium, tremendous seating capacity of 38,000. Some climbed to the top. Ambitious Seniors! Lunch at Steuben’s, many given evil eye by Sprague . . . love those souvenirs. After dinner the group divided. Some visited the modem Wellesley Hospital, still not in use, which smelled of plaster, no ether. Others went to the Museum of Fine Arts, showing beautiful paintings of many famous artists, nice free rides on the elevator. A few wandered back to hotel and others left to visit the Christian Monitor Building standing in the maparium, which is a round room showing the world done in color. It made us feel as though we were inside the world. Time left for shopping, then our last evening in Boston and Class Banquet at Union Ovster House. After the meal, Frank Heter asked Carol Semke to marrv him; mock wedding ceremonv was performed. A few Seniors made a try at entertainment, Cliff Kelsey, Lee Geiger, Bob McBride, and Kenny Schoonmaker sang “Down Bv the Old Mill Stream”; Mary Kit, Ada, and Phyllis tried Tell Me Why,” I don’t know why it was never finished. After Lee Geiger’s act, gifts were presented to Kathleen Frey and Harold Sumter, our birthday Seniors. The gifts certainly were different. Banquet ended with the contented group singing “Auld Lang Syne.” Some of the group went to boxing bouts, others to “Tickets Please” or “Miss Liberty,” whichever they hadn’t already seen. Now sleep was needed desperately, but no one seemed to care. Celebration for last night in Boston caused much excitement! Ask am Senior. When we finally fell asleep, it was time to get up. We were going home! Thursday, April 13th Dear Diary: Pretending to be awake, packed and went down to lobby. All the old, tired out Seniors and four gav, rested chaperones ready to leave; but Al, the busdriver, had other ideas. After sitting in the lobby of the hotel an hour and a half, we started our return trip with cheerful goodbves to Boston. First stop at Westover Air Field, where a Lieutenant showed us around. Even climbed in airplanes and drank cokes. It was very interesting. Reading, sleeping, singing, and cards were our pastime until we reached Holyoke, Massachusetts, and the Yankee Peddlar Inn. Dinner tasted good and postcards were free. Stopped at Danbury to grab a quick snack and stretch. Called Goshen to let them know that we would be late and started on our last lap. At 10:30, we reached Goshen and bade a sorry farewell to everv-one and went home to our good old beds. Without a doubt they were greeted thankfully . . . sleep at last. A wonderful trip, an unforgettable time made our sleep peaceful. page fifteen