Goshen High School - Crimson Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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Crimson Salutatory Greetings, friends! Welcome to our program! It was through your co-opera- tion as parents, teachers, friends, and classmates that we have, during the past four years, laid the foundations of our futures. The time has come when these achieve- ments will be tested. Will they stand the trial? A great deal of our success will depend upon the attitude that you take toward us. ou are now showing your interest in us by your presence. As we shall soon be one among you, is it not we who should be welcomed ? In return we, the members of the Class of ' 28, bid you share our short exercise, which, ere long, will be a memory that we hope will not fade, but ever grow fonder with the passing of Time. Velma Cripe. President ' s Address As our high school days are coming to a close, and we are about to leave Cj. H. S. forever, the Class of 1928 has a sincere feeling of indebtedness to the teachers, who ha e so efficiently taught us these four happy years, and to the members of the School Board, who have provided for us such excellent facilities for securing an education. Their co-operation has been greatly appreciated by this graduating class. From our hearts we wish to thank our parents for granting us the opportunity of better fitting oursehes for life ' :; work. Our parents, for t el e years, have guided us through ;:chool with their motherly and fatherly advice, never getting discouraged with us, always helping us no matter how great the odds. When our time comes to pro e our worth in the world, we only hope that we can make our fathers and our mothers proud to own us, and to make them feel that their luitiring efforts have not been m am. From now on, whether we ' ll be a success or a failure will depend upon our efforts alone. Are we going to disappoint those interested in us? Dale Peffley. Poem (With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe) On the stage of life uncertain there ' s the raising of the curtain On our lives — as was never raised before ; So that now, with the beating of our hearts, we are repeating, What portals will now open for us eagerly to explore? We pray that (jod be with us, for we shall need him sore: We a ' -k this, and one thing more. May our hearts grow- stronger ; may we hesitate no longer To search for truth as the Grail was sought in days of yore ; May we ardently seek the morrow, hoping that in joy or sorrow It will find us a little better than we were the day before — Just a little richer in the treasure of good deeds that we can store: We ask this, and nothing more. Alice Gerig. Page Twentv

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To our sponsor. Miss Gertrude Wahl, who has unerringly guided our destinies during our four years in G. H S., we gratefully express our appreciation.

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or 1926 Class Prophecy [. Thunder is heard in the distance, gradually growing louder; there is j a flash of lightning, then sudden silence. A voice from the clouds speaks. J Harken ye Be not afraid, for it is the voice of the man of dreams that speaketh. I have come from my home on yonder high mountain to tell you of a vision — aye. i wonderful vision. As I sat in my doorway yestereve gazing down the mountain, pondering deeply upon the afifairs of the world, I saw an outline of tall spires and skyscrapers :!ppear before me. I became greatly interested, and lo! a city came to my view, and I found myse on one of the main streets. It seemed to be the morning of a clear, spring day. As I approached a large ofHce building I saw Ruth Xaffziger, Mary Rozman. Hazel Carter, Ruth Muth, Joan Huff, Catherine Cole, Ruth Neterer, Bonieta Bech- tel. Ruby Hamilton, Genevieve Norris, and Marie Long. These girls were chattermg about their work as stenographers. Walking farther down the street, my eye was attracted to this sign in unique lettering: Ultra Fashionable Shoe Shoppe. Carlyle Rensberger, Manager. Beside it was the exclusive clothes shop of Leon Summy. As I was passing, Mr. Summ - him- self and Irene Berkey, his pri ate secretary, emerged from the building. As 1 passed nn, I met a small boy. Gerald Miller, the newspaper editor ' s son, celling papers. I bought one, and found on the first page an article by William Bradford, and a smaller one by James Donovan — two of the best journalists of the da -. On the radio page I discovered that Ruby Wolfe and Enid Miller were to broadcast a pipe organ recital that evening. In the sports section I read about Clare Garber, head basketball coach at Purdue, and ALic Diepenbos, major coach of V ale. Considerable mention was given also to Amos ' ontz, the famous all-American quarterback. As it was Hearing the noon hour. I ate my lunch at Frank Ridenoure ' s cafe ; I, then, summoned a taxi which took me to the public library. Upon my word, if it wasn ' t Burdette Firestone dri ing the taxi ! As I entered, I saw Catherine Stouder and Lucile Cripe, librarians, sorting books. In the reading room as I was looking at the pictorial section of a paper from the east, the face of Alice Gerig arrested my attention. The explanation below stated that she was now assistant librarian in the Congressional Library at Vashington, D. C. Finishing the paper, I glanced o er some of the latest books that had been published, and among the authors I noted were: Lester ' oder, A Modern Farm ; Bernetha Hoke, Anthology of Modern Verse ; George Weybright, The Science of Keeping Bees. As I glanced from the book rack, I saw Robert Bullock and Robert Murchie, the famous defense lawyers, rnter the reading room together. Thinking that I had absorbed enough reading material for the day and feeling that I needed some physical exercise, I decided to walk vo my hotel. In the residential district I passed the home of Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Lockwood — Mrs. Lockwood being formerly Lillian Snyder — and also the home of Mr. and Mrs. William Smith. Mrs. Smith was formerly Hattie Lea. In the lobb ' of my hotel, I chanced to meet Everett Penrose, the famous globe trotter. Besides telling me of his adventures in foreign countries, he related that while in South America he saw Herbert Reith and Bernard Paine, engineers of a great irrigation dam then being constructed. Both were happily married and their families Twent -cine