Goshen Central High School - Yearbook (Goshen, NY)

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MR. CARLTON OSGOOD . . . liked by all . . . long time biology and earth science teacher . . . B.A., M.A. from Colgate . . . F.T.A. advisor . . . tennis coach . . . J. V. football coach . . . his room (208) favorite meeting place for clubs . . . Do your best. MRS. EVE ZIOBRO . . . hardworking guidance secretary . . . fills out seniors' transcripts for colleges . . . O.C.C.C. . . . I'm busy now. MR. RICHARD DOW ... we inherited him from Main Street . . . teaches New York history to 7th graders . . . B.S. from Boston State Teachers College . . . short . . . friendly . . . J.V. football coach.

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Accompanied by teeming hot weather and a full-fledged drought, CCS students trudged perspiringly back to school in September. This year we had a few changes to adjust to -- ten-week marking periods, co-ed locker sections, and a large number of new teachers, some of whom it was difficult to discern from the students. September saw the start of a disasterous football season and a not-quite-so-bad soccer season. At football games we noticed our band, majorettes and twirlers executing some new maneuvers and our tireless juniors hawking refreshments. October saw seniors gleefully take the Regents scholarship exam because it gave them an hour long lunch period. Early November found our football team in fifth place and our soccer team in fourth. Shortly thereafter Mr. Wright and the choruses presented Have Song Will Travel, a musical travelogue of the world. Friday, November 22, 1963, seemed much like any other Friday at our school. Suddenly seventh period classes were interrupted by Mr. Bartnick's PA announcement that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. At that moment all activities at Goshen Central ground to a stop. Lessons, rehearsals, even weekend plans seemed insignificant as the news was greeted by stunned disbelief. The bell ending the school day lost its usual Friday impact. The halls were filled with a silent student body moving slowly out. Some eyes were turned down, some were thoughtful and distant, and many red-rimmed. That weekend radios, televisions and newspapers stated and restated the events leading up to and following the assassination. Monday, a day of mourning, we watched on TV the slow, horsedrawn cassion carrying our dead leader to his grave in Arlington National Cemetery. Tuesday brought us back to school after a weekend that seemed a week. The school flag at half-mast that day and for 29 more was a constant reminder of the senseless atrocity. A little of the sadness of that November will always be a part of us.