Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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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

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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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FIFTY CHARACTER HOBBY AMBITION Ada Andersen Giving back rings Collect more Barbara Bradlev Saving love notes None Lucille Christensen Daydreaming Take care of children Dolores Cipriano Dancing Dance at “The Copa Marilyn Credidio Frank Work in a green house Kathleen Frev Talking Have little houses Janet Hanley Driving her car Be left alone Gloria Hernandez Writing letters Doctor’s assistant Constance Holcomb Cracking gum Go places Charlotte Mongo Knitting Make Willy mind Virginia Parks Seeing Wally Learn to boil water Dorothy Pearsall Collecting sailors Start her own navy Phyllis Rosenberg Trving to get out at night Psychoanalyze Bob Rose Scesa A blond Raise chickens and cows Carolyn Semke Looking after horses Be a perfect wife Florence Tuthill Looking the field over Make up her mind Mary Kit Wallace Annoying Mr. Whitebread Be a comedian Betty Zaxvilin Collecting male specimens Javwalking Helene Zawaski Going out nights Travel the U.S.A. Marguerite Christensen Riding Delhi Edward Bemaski Wine, women, and politics President of ? . .. Robert Davis Tinkering with V-8’s Imitating Stanley Dudek Disturbing the peace Ask Janet Raymond Dzierzek Being a Future Farmer of the USA F. F. A. Lee Geiger Scaring people Replace Milton Berle Joseph Guarino Janet Engineer Janet Gilbert Heitz Being a confirmed bachelor Be a genius Samuel Herbert Square dancing Anything reasonable Frank Heter Swinging at a baseball To hit it Walter Jensen Cutting comers Invent a jet-propelled car Clifford Kelsey Wearing a gray fedora Model farm Stanley Lane Swinging in the Lane To graduate Thomas Lynch Driving girls to basketball games Truck driver Robert McBride Making girls squirm To stop growing Robert Osbum Nancy To have fun Frank Panaro Photography and driving Ask Marilyn I ewis Peavy Dreaming, while resting Stay awake Gilbert Price Writing poems to Joyce Buy out Mr. Jonas Ronald Purcell Swallowing grounders Own 3rd base Kenneth Schoonmaker Listening to operettas Teach in CHS Harry Smith Taking out Marys Decide which Mary William Stanton Slate Hill Professional artist Harold Sumter Anything that interests him Jazz at the Philharmonic Paul Traverse Doing his homework Form a co-operative page sixteen