Jackson High School - Osky Wow Yearbook (Jackson, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1913 volume:

%% OjSTO) 0300030 An Annual Publication by the Pupils of the Jackson High School. PRICE: Single Copy 50c. Postpaid 60c. Published Annually at the end of the Term, this being Vol. No. 2 issued June 1, 1913 P. Horton, Editor-in-chief. E. Morgan, Bus. Manager. To Prof. Morris A. Henson whose ever faithful attention to the welfare of the Hijfh School, and always ready aid, has endeared him in the hearts of all; we, the students of the Jackson High School, dedicate this publication. r . Morris A. Henson, M. A. J. H. S.. ’83 A. B. [Ohio University, ’92] Principal Instructor in History. Edna Jones Edna C. Houser J- H. S., ’08 Chillicothe H. S., ’03. B.A.[Ohio Wesleyan University,’12] B.A.[Ohio Wesleyan University,’07] Instructor In Latin Instructor In German. JHS. Lucy B. Jones Prof. Dan M. Morgan J. H. S. ’77 Instructor In Music Instructor In Mathematics And English G. H. Parrot James E. Newell B. A. [Ohio Northern University ’00] A. B. [Otterbein University, ’97] Assistant Principal. Post Graduate Ind. University, ’98-’99 Instructor in Science A. M. [Otterbein University, ’04] Instructor in Mathematics and English past g’upmntpntonta ffrinrijrala Superintendents Principals 1 J. M. Yarnell 1 Mrs. Kate Dungan 2 Moses Gilmore 2 R. R. Bane 3 J. W. Longbon 3 J. E. Kinnison 4 C. S. Smart 4 W. A. Longbon 5 Irvin Dungan 5 E. W. Patterson 6 Rev. Taylor 6 E. J. Price 7 W. D. Lash 7 John R. Smith 8 Moses J. Morgan 8 W. J. Shumate 9 Mr. Paden 9 E. C. Myers 10 J. J. Allison 10 John C. Boyd 11 J. W. Longbon 11 M A Henson (in office) 12 J. E. Kinnison (in office) It was very difficult to obtain the names of the above officials and impossible to determine their term of service. This list is from the memory of the older residents of the city and undoubtedly will form an historical document of much value. (There are no other records). “Why did you come to college, anyway? You are not studying,” said the Professor. ‘“Well,” said Willie, ‘‘I don’t know exactly myself. Mother says it is to fit me for the Presidency; Uncle Bill, to sow my wild oats; Sis, to get a chum for her to marry, and Pa, to bankrupt the family. (Dfitrers President—Everett Morgan. Vice President—Gladys Ervin. Treasurer—Eve Hamilton. Prophet—Margaret Jones Secretary—Cora May Davies. Historian—Paul Horton. Class Colors—Crimson and Gold. Class Flower—Rose. Class Motto—“Do What Yeu Do”. Our motto in school, do what you do, And you will have lessons to recite, Our motto in life, do whom you can do, And then proceed to do them up right. Suggestions for some more mottos. For the class in general: “Do whatever else you may do, but you gotta quit scaring me about ny diploma”. For June Marshall: “My ‘pony’ is my helper, I shall not flunk”. For “Tobe” Alexander: “I swear I don't see how that could be”. (Maybe we could help you Tobe. ar$ you speaking of cornstalks? If so, Mr; Parrot could give you some valuable information”. For Mr. Henson: “Go away and let me sleep”. For Edward McKitterick: “As long as you are able to talk, Never say die”. At last the Darwinian theory is proven. For the only and original “wee bit of humanity” has been discovered. Apply to Mr. Kinnison for the details of this great discovery. Mr. Henson: “Give me an example of two antonyms,” Chester (in reply): Male and female. (Oh mama?? Is this the result of modern society?) Heard in Physical Geography Class: Mr. Parrot, holding up half folded umbrella: “Now this is exactly the way the sun casts its shadow only it is entirely different.” Some Definitions Freshman-One of a widely spread genus, most of an emerald hue,much imposed upon, much to be pitied. Status in animal kingdom at present indefinite. Sophomore—A “Freshie” but doesn't know it; characterized by unwarrantable swelling of outer ex. tremities, probably natural with lower, not to be pitied. Junior—An unknown quantity, skilled in ' slipping through ‘exams’. Char-acterized by shiny pompadores and fuzzy chins, not to be scorned I for we have been there ourselves. Senior—Worn out individual fit for grad- j uating only; chief occupation being in planning method of getting diploma without any study. Nuf Sed. Miss Houser take notice: It is said you can not hypnotize an idiot. Does this “throw any light” on your failures? It is no‘go’Allan; “sheaming” imposters is not yet in the dictionary. Harold: “Believe me. I’m the only lady killer.” Warren: “Yes; but you can’t show me how” (My? Since when?) Edward (in reply to question, What are the Balkan States?) Afghanistan, Baluchistan, Ac. (That so? and after all that war?) “Morning, Noon and Evening” The sun having risen, we pursued our journey. Apples to eat are plentiful. There were giants in these days. It is natural for man to indulge in the various illusions of hope. What is the differenae between a latin student and a cowboy? Ans.: None whatever, we leave the answer to you. Why? What Would Happen ????? IF We should have our lessons on Monday. We should all get 100 in spelling. Mr. Henson should dismiss before the bell. If this annual were so good that it could not be criticised. What makes “Chet” take so many trips to Berlin? (Or is it to the Berlins?) All the girls in the Senior Class are having “fits” but this does not “suit” the boys (The tailor will). Behold the next 7 pages for ye wondrous ones”. “Dad” he asked, “does it cost much to keep a lion”? “It does, my son”. “A wolf would make a good meal for a lion, wouldn't it, did?” “Yes”. “And a fox would begoodenuf for the wolf, wouldn’t it, dad”. “I suppose so, run out and play”. “A fox would be satisfied with a hawk, and a sparrow would satisfy a hawk, eh dad”? “Yes, yes, now”— “Wait a minute dad, now we’re coming to it. A spider would make a meal for the sparrow wouldn’t it”? “Well supposing it would”? “Yes, that’s just it, dad. Now what I want to know is this: the fly could live on a drop of molasses, so how long could a man keep a lion on a quart of molasses?” And then the sound of a falling slipper awoke the echoes of the stilly night. (The above is a fair sample of argumentation heard in J. H. S.) THOMAS EVERETT MORGAN Class President ’13 Baseball Mg'r. ’13, Base Ball ’12 Bus. Mg’r. “Osky Wow” ’13 A man is he with higher aspirations.” ANNETTE THOMAS “Learned and fair and good is she. PAUL M. HORTON Editor-In-Chief “Osky W. w’’ ’13 Class Historian M3 An awful reverend and religious man . SIBYL MARIE POWELL Literary Editor “Osky W -v” M2. I never cast a single reflection except in a mirror’’ I HAROLD WEAVER WARTENBE Sleep in blissful oblivion thou most gentle of the Deities . GLADYS ESTELLE ERVIN Vice President, ’13 “ Her passing is as the passing of exquisite music. EVERETT E. ALEXANDER Foot Ball-1909 10-11-12 Base Ball—1910-11-12 Pres Athletic Association, 1912-13 Capt. Base Ball team, 1912. “ seek a higher knowledge . ELIZABETH G. JONES Osky Wow Staff, '12. Let the world slide, let the world go, A fig for care and a fig for woe’ ’. MYRTLE MARIE EVANS “How doth the little busy bee improve each shining hl ur . HENRY WARREN SCHELLENGER “ Tremble not at the wagging of a sit aw”. CORA MAY DAVIS Class Secretary ’13 It's the little things that count”. BASIL LEE HALTERMAN Foot Ball, '12 A man may smile and smile and be a villain still” • ALLEN McGtlEE ROWE He's not la'!, vet for his knowledge he is large EVA HAMILTON Class Treasurer ’13 Men may come and men may go, hut I'll goon forever . JEFFERSON HOWE “ Tell me true where thou earnest out of the woods'' GERTRUDE PERMELA THORNHILL It is said; a picture neverflatters . FLORENCE MAE GRAY Het voice was ever soft. gentle and low, an cel lent thing in woman JUNE EDWARD MARSHALL Sec. Junior Class ’12 Vice Pres. Athletic Association ’12-13 Base Ball ’12, Foot Ball ’11-12 A man he was to all the country dear MARY MARGARET JONES Class Prophet ’13 “ And she had hair oj a sunny hue EDWARD GEORGE McKITTERICK For even though vanquished he could argue Genevieve marie davis “Often in a Wooden house a golden room we find . MINNIE HAZEL JACOBS “ would not waste my youth in idle dalliance . THOMAS WENDEL MORGAN Pres. Junior Class, '12 Pres. Athletic Association, '12 Capt. Foot Ball team, '12 Base Ball, 1910-11-12-13. Foot Ball, 1910-11-12. I do but sing because I must . CHESTER RICE MCDONALD Foot Ball •• wonder if anybody knoivs I'm here . SARAH MARGARET KESINGER Las but not least . OSCAR McCLURE Not green alone in Spring . loarfo nf lE ttnra ’13 Right to left bottom row Paul M. Horton ’13.........................Editor-in-Chief Ruth Scurlock ’16.....................Freshman Local Editor Ernestine Hunter ’16..................Freshman Local Editor Benson Westlake ’14.................................Athletic Editor Top row Thelma Walker ’14 .........................Literary Editor Athol Lloyd ’14 ..............................Alumni Editor Margaret Gilliland ’14 .......................Society Editor Everett Morgan ’13...........................Business Mgr. Alma Miller ’15......................Sophomore Local Editor Earl Shadrach ’15 (not shown)..........Assist. Bus. Mgr. Senior CElaaa tetnrg-1313 By p. Horton. Class Historian. Any one familiar with the Class ’13 wonders not at all when I state that the history of this class is an impossibility; that it absolutely refuses to be fairly represented through mere words and figures. This is true, not because our lines of endeavor have not been manifold or our place in the student activities unimportant,but because we have realized that our ability lies mostly in a realm of subconscious effort, hence we have never attempted to push ourselves to the front ranks of notoriety with unmannerly and blatant effort. A detailed history being impossible, we will have to be content with a mere compendium—a bird’s eye view, as it were. However, there were a few ripples upon the surface of our smoothly flowing current of progress, outside of our routine work, which, while serving to remind us of the fleeting passage of time, acted to relieve the monotonous but pleasant tenor of our way. As embryonic “freshies” we entered the portals (figuratively speaking) of the High School with our hearts bounding with hope. But at the same time we experienced a nameless and extinguishable feeling of awe, which was not in any degree allayed by our covert observations of the instructors and our new surroundings. Not long after we had become settled, a spelling match was instituted between the two divisions of the class; the half proving the better speller to be the recipient of the munificent prize of a £ holliday. This affair afforded much discussion, which was only abated by the presence of a new source of interest; work was commenced on the new high school building. Next year we assumed an air of great importance, for were we not Sophomores and no longer horrible “freshies”? This term was not without its sad incidents for we lost one of our most esteemed members by death and several by desertion. However, devotion to our studies enabled the term to pass swiftly away, and next we were Juniors. Again the reader finds us deeply engrossed in our studies, laying these aside, however, once to cast our votes indicating our desires regarding the design of our class pin, (a most regrettable deed, see editorial) and again to elect our class officers, Wendel Morgan being chosen president and June Marshal secretary. Later Sam Slavens was chosen treasurer. Excited by the prolonged and vigorous solicitations of the faculty, we derived an idea from some mysterious source, whieh subsequent investigation proved to be constituted of the most exquisite vagueness and etherial uncertainty that we could wallop the Senior Class, and proceeded to challenge them to that effect. They accepted, (sad to say) and very adroitly proved to our dismay that we were mistaken, for they had 10 men standing after our last succumbed. On account of the large size class, Mr. Parrot had fain renounced the usual precedent of entertaining the class at his residence. The senior year has been uneventful, except that we are the second class to occupy the only finished room in the new building. The Senior Class organization along with other data of interest is given in the proper department. (See page 7) In order to pay due justice to the worthy, let all join together in extolling the wonderful class of 1913, and let each member aid in perpetuating its memory. Mjn mb Wl iat Hr Art LABEL PERFECTION FAILING TEMPERAMENT Allen Rowe “Dutch” Politics “Sour Krauty” Arthur Davis Monkey Shines “One big one” Vivacious Annetta Thomas “Her Voice” Tardy marks Deliberate Basil Halterman Pompadour His “Repartee” Idle Cora M. Davis What??? A “Davis” Friendly Chester McDonald Unknown Too Parochial Ostentatious E. McKitterick Farming Paraphrases Conservative Elizabeth Jones Shrewdness Mischievous “Saintly”?? Everett Alexander “Flesh” Lack of Knowledge Careless Eva Hamilton Common Sense Flirting Bacchantic Everett Morgan As “Boss” Memory Easy Going Florence Gray Comity None Tolerant Genevieve Davis To Harold only Audacity Gay Gladys Ervin Tallness At Pulling Taffy Cherubic Gertrude Thornhill Non-Evident Undeveloped Precipitant Gladys Morgan Complaining Thankless Tenacious Hazel Jacobs Guess What Reticense Tepid Harold Wartenbe Punctuality Shyness “Irish” Jefferson Howe Mathematics Hunting Verdant June Marshall Smiles Bad Spelling Chivalrous Marie Evans Oratory Keep them Quiei Cheerful Marie Fogarty Complexion Vaccillation Seclusive Margaret Jones Which one? None Discovered Temporizing Oscar McClure German Too Easily Offended Irritable Paul Horton Science Ask Miss House) Hustling Ray Banker r Giggling Vain Sibyl Powell “Her Hair” Oh “rats”!! Intimate Sarah Kessinger Modesty “Size Only” Modest Warren Scbellenger Originality His “oarcasm” Fatalistic Wendel Morgan Bluffing Too Clannish Heedless (ClasH limt0ry 1913 BOOK PREFERRED ENJOYS MOST HATRED FOR FUTURE ???? “Life of Harmon” Election Day 1 Teacher’s Exam’s -I Politician “Dead Eye Dick” To “Kid” Casey Common Sense Lacky None He’s not in Town A Hurry ? ? “Idle Thots” A Farce The girls ? Nurse Harvey’s Grammar A tete-a-tete Vapidity Dispensor “Motor Age” “Myself” Expulsion Chauffeur Exp. Sta. Reports His Dinner “This Annual” Scientific(?) Farmer Ladies Home Journal Dearie Ser.ousness Housewife “Fertilizers” “The Above” Physical Geo. Husband “He’s the Man for Me” To Debate A “Man” Old Maid “Police Gazette” To Get His Latin A Title Clergyman ? ? ? The Noon Hour School Manicurist “Old Tophet” Everybody Vaudeville Clerk The Bible Certain Senior Short People “College Wed” “Country Life” A “Street Car” , Theoretics Tragedienne “Topsy Turvy or • Upside Down” Cheese Tawdriness Housekeeper Any tractate Nightly Walks Arithmetic Chiropodist “Casey Jones” Seclusion Hash Cook “The Road” A “Beard” A Razor Farmer A “Pony” A “Cat” A “Shark” A Claquer “Life” “Pink Powder” Tedium Billionaire’s Wife Little Red Riding Hood Money Study Librarian “Book of Prophets”1 Anything Red Hair Missionary Oscar and Adolph Hair Tonic A “Dude” “Modern Electrics”! The Laboratory English Indeterminate Shakespeare To Talk Work Actress “McCall’s” To Write Notes Anything Fat Couldn’t Guess “Far From the Crowd” Saturday Night Frivolity School Ma’m A Hamilton The Woods Society Hermit (Rocky Mts.) Spalding’s Library1 A-100-Mark German Music Teacher This, the second issue of the “Osky Wow” demands no introduction, nor do we feel bound to offer any apologies for its existence, as the publication speaks for itself. Since it is one of the chief motives of this annual to delineate the diverse interests of the pupils of the High School as true to life as is possible, we have done so, even at the risk of laying ourselves open to criticism by those who know no better. However, our advice is, if you like this annual, tell us and your neighbor, but if you are dissatisfied, keep it to yourself for there is something serious the matter with you. The Name There has been some disapproval expressed at the retention of the name “Osky Wow” for this year’s edition. The chief objection being, that the name possesses no intrinsic meaning and that one having a concrete or at least a suggestive significance be adopted. The writer’s opinion is, that outside of its value as a part of the school yell, its novelty (a salient point to be considered in the naming of such a paper) should recommend its use, for the oddity overbalances its abstractness, so that on the whole the name is highly suitable. Hence let it continue to be the “Osky Wow” into the future. That Monthly Paper It was thought at first that the annual would be replaced this year by a monthly paper, devoting the May Issue to the Senior Class alone. This is an excellent idea and should be reconsidered again next year, as such a publication is very conducive to keeping alive a comradeship and cultivating an interest in the school. But at the same time it is difficult to perceive how such a paper could be established on a sound financial basis and also preserve our reputation for quality. However, it is hardly for us to cast barriers in the way of its projection. A Word about Class Pins As stated in the Senior Class history, the pins were purchased while the class was still in the Junior division. We only did what others have done before us, i. e. we fell under the influence of an oilytongued agent, who, by the dispensation of properly placed favors (we’ll not designate them in stronger terms) secured our order. The consequence: We paid double and got one-half value received. In our case considerable discontent was the result as the pins were not at all satisfactory. Such has been the experience also with other classes in regards to invitations, etc, and is likely to be the result of purchasing through itinerant agents, in all other cases. Do not be over anxious for your class pin, you will get it all too soon any way. But put it off till the Senior rank is attained, ponder well over the design wanted and then purchase through a home jewelry concern. AthleTics-A Fore Word Out of considerably over 200 pupils attending High School, it is almost impossible to persuade over 30 per cent to attend the athletic events in their season. As a consequence the teams are always in debt. Now we bespeak a better patronage for the boys, as they have worked hard to furnish a first class team in all the branches in which they have participated. Furthermore, if you remain away from games, you will just so long remain ignorant of the rules and be unable to appreciate the fine points of the play, and everybody should understand base ball as it is our national sport. More on the subject of Athletics is included in the proper department. Base Ball, 1913 Since the above paragraph on Athletics was written, the base ball teams representing the Jackson and Ironton High Schools, have met on the local field in battle royal. Up to the ninth inning the Jackson team was considered thoroughly defeated with the score:— J. H. S. 4; I. H. S. 9. However, over confidence on the part of the Irontonians enabled our boys to bring in 6 tallies in the last of the 9th inning, the final score being J. H. S. 10; I. H. S. 9 As a result of the usual non-attendence, the gate receipts netted the mere pittance of $6, with which we were expected to float an expenditure of $25. Luckily, $12 was contained in the Association’s treasury, necessitating a loan of only $7 from Mr. Henson, and running.the total indebtedness up to.a little more than $50. Now if you were the Business Mgr. of the team what would you do in this case? Well, at any rate the persons in control have decided that no more games will be booked for the local team, at home. We do not blame them at all, do you? The editor wishes to take this opportunity of thanking those who actively engaged in helping make this issue what it is. Great interest was shown which was evinced by the number of contributions received. However, all members of the Staff were handicapped to an unusual degree by the extremely short time allotted us to prepare the text matter, and would suggest that it be made the rule to commence work by January 1st, at least, hereafter. PAUL M. HORTON, '13. BAD EFFECT OF SMOKING Uncle Mose—“Look-a-heah, you George Washington Jefferson, what you all smokin’ dat pipe fo’? Didn’t Ah done tell yo’ dat smokin’ shortins er man’s life moh dan haff?” Young G. W. J.—“But you has bin smokin’ mos’ yo’ life, Uncle Mose, an’ Ah reckon yo’s is a purty ole man.” Uncle Mose—“Dat’s all right bout me smokin’, mah boy, but dat ain’t de point. Ah’s eighty-foh yeahs ols nov, but ef Ah hadn’t nevah smoked, Ah might have been moh dan a hundred yeahs ole by dis time.”— Bystander—“1 thought you fellows were striking for more wages.” Workman—“We are, but the strike-breakers they hired to break the strike, arestrik-ing for higher pay, so they’ve hired us strikers to break the strike of the strike-breakers, see?” The ship was sinking—“What shall we do”? cried the terrified passengers. “Send for the barber”, remarked someone. “He’s the only man on board that can razor”. BY FINLEY CHERRINGTON What has the country boy to say, Of country boys that “made their way”? The sturdy lad standing at the gate, Nods toward the homestead with a smile, Points to the plow, the pool, the mill, The tiny school house on the hill, And tells us with pride how from the farm Came a Lincoln’s sturdy voice and arm, A Garfield’s eloquence and might, A Whittier’s poetic sight; The faith of Grant and Washington Our cause upheld, our battles won, And strengthened in its darkest hour The bulwarks of our country’s power. What has the city boy to tell Of city boys who served us well? He tells us of a thousand strong Renowned in story and in song, A thousand who have “won their way”, Whose names shine like stars, today. He tells us how from the town there came A Franklin’s never-ending fame, An Irving’s sun that never set, The genius of an Everett; Beneath the cities roof and domes There sprang the peerless wit of Holmes, The treasured power of Wilson’s books, The eloquence of Phillips Brooks. What then brave toiler in the town, Strong plowboy, in the fields of brown, When youthful purpose clearly sees Examples in such men as these? Join effort like our men of old, To speed this common “Age of Gold”. Join forces in their noble strife To seek the purest joys of life, Join hands together and be brave, This legacy of faith to save. What ever drones and doubters say, Be strong in purpose, boys, today. Eft ft ijfr $ ?' ' fi+ ? ? |(Ela00 ($r0amgatt m President—Ralph Shuter. Vice President—Inez Tawse Secretary—Blaine Matthews. Treasurer—Lucile Aten. Mr. Parrot (in physics class): ‘Can anyone explain the working of a four party telephone line?” Mr. Kinnison (breaking in): ‘‘They usually work badly”. Miss H. (quoting the Bible): ‘‘The foxes of the air; the fowls of the-the”—(The what---base ball game?) Athol may be able to earn $6 per day(??) as a salesman, but we’ll bet he cannot sell bird seed for a cuckoo clock. Miss E. Jones—‘‘Mr. Smith, take your seat.” Smithy—(Shaking and examining the seat closely) “It won’t come.” His name was Smith, a common fate, It seemed to bar him from the great. Most Smiths have felt the same of late. So then he practised suicide And carefully he went and died, The way one million Smiths have tried He dangled in a sulphur stew, ... And there he cussed till air was f)lue. One billion Smiths were in there too. (We wondered what had become of him). Pete (after listening awhile to Miss Houser’s German)—‘‘Was hater?” (what hotair). Notice, the editors are not responsible for the above German or any other that may appear in this annual. What do you suppose makes a certain Junior talk so much about himself and his deeds? Athol:—“Yessir—I walked home with a girl ONCE, and my advice is ‘fight shy of society.” Mr. Henson: (Speaking of the Wes- leys in history)—Now what is one of the best loved hymns that we have?” Dick: “Home Sweet Home”. Mr. Newell: “Joseph!” Pete G.: “Yes, sir!” Mr. N.: “Is your name Joseph?” Pete: “No, but it’s Jacob.” Mr. N.: “Well, then, Joseph is your favorite son, so don’t interrupt him any more”. Art R.-(to committee on Junior Party.) “Oh, girls, don’t have “them” magnolia sandwitches. (What were “them” things they did have “sand hamwitches?”). Heard in English Class— “The bleachers were filled with spectres”. “He passed the line by a bare foot”. What a pity it is that our Jimmy can’t get behind anybody. “What a stupid day”, said the fly to the spider. “Sit up and take notice”, Mr. Henson said, But the history class only yawned wider. BENSON WESTLAKE, ’14, Department Editor. Foot Ball Season-1912 The first game of the season resulted in a victory for Jackson, when we met Kings, ton on the local field, on September 28. The teams were evenly matched and every man on his respective side battled shoulder to shoulder; but with a little encouragement, our boys soon awoke to the condition of affairs and waded in with more confidence. Before the game had progressed far, one of our fellows carried the ball over for a touch-down, but we failed to kick goal. We were progressing very well and affairs were moving along smoothly but we were suddenly surprised when Kingston also pushed the pigskin across the line for a touch down. They too, failed to kick goal. From now on it was anyone’s game until in the last few miuutes of play Jackson succeeded in scoring and kicking goal; thus the contest ended with a final score of 13-6 in our favor. On Oct. 12, we journeyed to I ronton, where we played the second game of the season with the team of that place. Prior to this game the local field had been in poor condition for practice, hence the team was not in the best trim; again the team was handicapped in that all the regular players were not present. The Irontonians workout before the game showed that they were in the pink of condition, notwithstanding all this our fellows trotted out upon the field with that spirit of victory, that feeling which is always present in their camp. However they were forced to acknowledge their handicap when the game ended with a score of 0-19 in favor of the Irontonians. The big score with which Ironton won would seem to indicate that the game was one sided and uninteresting but on the contrary it was not; at no stage of the game did the enthusiasm displayed by the fans lapse, for our boys were the aggressors nearly as often as their op. ponents, and though they failed to score they bored in with a nonceasing fire. We next played the return game with Kingston on their grounds, Oct. 19th. The team went over on the 18th, and on the following morning the boys awoke fresh and near the field of battle upon which they were going to fight that A. M. Kingston had trained hard for the game because they wished very much to win this game so that they would break even with us for we had one game on them. It could be seen that they were confident of winning, still they knew that they would have to fight hard for it; Jackson was no less confident, if any difference existed our boys were a bit too sure of the decision. They relied too much upon their previous victory. However, a few of them lost some of this conceit when during the last few minutes before the game was called, Goth, Kingston’s big man, stepped into line, but our terror soon left when he proved to be a novice at the game or at any rate he did nothing out of the ordinary. The game was an even contest through the first half; at one moment we were on the aggressive, the next we were thrown on the defense and so on, while neither side gained until late in the third quarter a fumble by one of the J. H. S. players was caught up by one of the opponents who scored. They were successful with their goal kicks from this unfortunate play, (for us) till the end of the game, both teams played hard, Jackson trying to score, while Kingston worked just as hard on the defense. The game ended with the score 7--0 in favor of Kingston, while they played a no better game than we. We met the Ironton boys, Oct. 26th on the local grounds. This was our second clash with that team, who had proved our masters in the first game. This time we were better prepared for them and had out our full force which had practiced hard for the game, because we thought we were entitled to this game and knew what we were going up against. We were in shape to do the best battle of the season. The opponents also had out the best force that they could muster and we were slightly underestimated by them. Our boys knew that a great deal depended upon a terrific start, so they got right to work early. Capt. Morgan carried the ball in two successive downs to within one foot of the goal, then Gahm carried it over for the first touch-down. We failed to kick goal. Ironton then by a trick play scored, but thev also failed to kick goal. Tnen we, cneered loyally from the side-lines, entered the second quarter of the hardest fought battle of the season. At no time during the progress of the game did either side let up, but each thinking it possible to score the winning point, tore away incessantly at the opponent. In the first few minutes of the last quarter, Capt. Morgan was forced out on account of an injured knee, Coll was substituted, though the position was a new one to him, he did his duty and with fast work on the back-line from Alexander and Marshal we fought to a tie score of 6-6. We met our “Waterloo” on Nov. 16th when we played the Chillicothe boys on their own grounds. For this game we could raise but ten eligible men and one of these was early forced out of the game due to an injury which he sustained, thus leaving the team scarcely a shadow of its former self for our star men were now all out of the game. The opponents played us with an equal number of men, but unlike ours, their remnant was the flower of their team. They went through our defense like “greased lightning”, the re suit was that we were overwhelmingly defeated by a score of 61--0. This was the final game of the season excepting a game on Thanksgiving, played with a team which was picked up by the Alumni and which was defeated. Bartlett Gibson was manager and Wendell Morgan was captain of this team The following are the names of the players: Arthur Roberts Ralph Shuter Warren Dever Preston Turner Everett Alexander George Kendall William Steele Wendell Morgan Edward Abraham Basil Halterman Ivan James Harold Gahm Roger Thomas Leo Coll June Marshall William Long Finley Cherrington Benson Westlake The following Alumni: Haider Gahm, ’05, Marion White, ’09, and Heber Gahm, ’09, showed that they still had some High School spirit left, by coming out and coaching several times during the season, which was very much appreciated by the team. Base Ball-1912 The base ball season of 1912 was a short and unlucky season for Jackson High. We lost two out of three games played. On April 20th we dropped the first game to Chillicothe with a 23-0 score. The second game was at Ironton with the team of that place, on May 4th. This game we won by a score of 9-4. The third and last game was with Chillicothe on the local field, on May 30th. J. H. S. played a hard game but was out classed and was defeated a second time by C. H. S. The score was 7-4. The team was managed by William Michael, while Everett Alexander was Captain. a Foot ball TEAr --19l2 Base Ball-1913 Manager Everett Morgan has several games booked for this season, but so far we have been unfortunate in that the first three games have been postponed on account of rain. There is a great deal mo -e material, this year from which to choose than there has been in the past few seasons. Bob James is acting as captain of this team. The foot ball players who took part in sixteen quarters of play during the past season were entitled 10 a letter presented by thj J. H. S. Athletic Association, of which Everett Alexander is president. Tne folio ving are the plavers who were credited with a “letter”; Ivan James George Kendall Everett Alexander Leo Coll Edward Abraham June Marshall Finley Cherrington Haroli Gahm Wendell Morgan Warren Dever Benson Westlake Everett Alexander was given first place at right tackle on the “All Star” team, picked from the H. S. teams of a district composed of Southern Ohio, Northern Kentucky and West Virginia. Although Alexander played “full”, Coach Crawford, the Athletic Director of the Ironton H. S , who chose the “All Stars” preferred to place him at tack le Arthur Roberts, our husky little “quarter”, after playing in one game, was injured in practice so that he was disabled for the rest of the season, thus robbing him of the honor of receiving his “J”. §ntinr (Class prnphmj By MARGARET JONES, ’13, Class Prophet. November 28th, 1923 It has been a long time since I have written in my diary, but now I feel as if I have something to write that will be worth while. I have just returned from th greatest trip of my life, from one side of our great United States to the other. I had just made up my mind to stay quietly at home all summer, when I received a telegram that my old friend and schoolmate, Gladys Morgan, was seriously ill at her home in California—She has been married three years to a wealthy ranchman and I had long wanted to visit her but of course not under these circumstances. As the message had said to come as quickly as possible, I decided to take the newly constructed Underground Compressed Air line on which it is possible to make the journey in less than a day. When I arrived at the station, I found I was nearly late as usual, and was pushed in the car without ceremony by a conductor who had a familiar face. Soon a very tall man came in and sat down beside me as it was the only vacant seat. He was reading a letter and I saw to my surprise, the name of Chester McDonald on it. I spoke to him but he did not remember me at first. He said he was President of the road and was inspecting this line for the first time. He asked me if I remembered Edward McKitterick, another school-mate of ours and when I asked about him he said he was the conductor on this line. I asked him if he knew anything about any of our other school-mates and he said he had just met Basil Halterman in Cleveland, last week, where he was traveling for Alexander Co., a large publishing company, and also had heard an address on Woman’s Suffrage, in Columbus, by Marie Evans. I in turn told him what I knew of the members of our class. He was interested to hear that Annetta Thomas was conducting a school for girls in Pennsylvania, and that Gladys Ervin had just returned from a trip in Europe. The journey seemed very short and I was surprised when we reached our destination at about sundown. An automobile met us at the station and took us to the ranch where Gladys lived. A maid took me to her room but I was met at the door by a nurse, who told me that Gladys was asleep and introduced herself as Genevieve Davis. She told me that Sarah Kesinger was night nurse and that they thought most of the danger past. I was very glad to see my old class-mates and to talk over our school days again. Here I learned more of the whereabouts of those who had graduated in the class ’13. They said that Jefferson Howe haJ a large ranch near and that June Marshall was one of the overseers; that Wendell Morgan was a very successful lawyer in a growing town nearby and that Arthur Davis was practising dentistry in that same town. I was surprised to hear this last for I had always thought Arthur was cut out for a comedian. After a while I went down to the library to wait until Gladys woke up. I picked up the Chicago Press, the headlines of which caught my eye. It told, about the great discoveries of Paul Horton along scientific lines. He is now a professor in the Columbia University. We had all expected something like this of him when he used to stand up and tell our science teacher, what was what in the Physics class. I stayed on the ranch with Gladys for about a month until she was fast on the road to recovery, then set out for Pennsylvania to visit Annetta Thomas. While there I had a most delightful time. We went into Philidelphia to hear the great Prima Donna-Miss Sibyl Powell, another member of the great Class ’13. While in Philidelphia, Annetta pointed out the house of a prominent society leader and explained that she was formerly Elizabeth Jones. After I had spent two weeks with Annetta we both returned to Jackson, our old home. Marie Fogarty still lives here and is quite a noted pianist now. Here we went to visit the High School, which is a very large beautiful building on Portsmouth street. We found Ray Banker was teaching mathematics and Cora May Davis, domestic science. On our wav up Broadway we saw “Everett Morgan, County Surveyor” over an office door. We asked Marie what had become of Warren Schellenger and she said he still lived in Jackson and was one of the leading business men there. She said Eva Hamilton taught German in the Wellston schools. Wellston is a neighboring city, of which Oscar McClure is Mayor. We read that evening in the paper of great settlement works and noticed Florence Gray and Hazel Jacobs’ names among the prominent workers. We also noticed that Gertrude Thornhill would appear in Columbus the following week in one of Shakespeare’s plays. We went up to Columbus to see that, and later, went to a very fine restaurant of which we afterwards learned Harold Wartenbee was proprietor. Allan Rowe ran for Representative this fall and won. This ends the account of a very delightful summer and since Gladys is none the worse for her illness, I am rather glad I had an occasion to make the trip on which I met so many members of the Class ’13. iGitmry (Emtteat “ARMSTRONG’S WRECK” By EDWIN OSBORN, ’14, First Prize Story It was a tense group that surrounded Logan, the night chief dispatcher, in the little dispatching room at Monroe, the eastern terminal of the Arrow division on the N. P. Railroad. Armstrong, the second trick man, had given his place at the key to Logan and was standing by the table, his face white as the snow which was falling outside. His hands, which were hanging at his sides, were clenched so tightly that the huge knuckles were sheet white. His breath came in short, quick gasps. The copier, a fair boy of eighteen, was standing on the other side of the night chief. He first looked with pity toward Armstrong, then with hope to Logan. Logan began sending out a call on his instrument for Marion, a bustling little city about fifty miles west of Monroe, “Mn, “Mn,” “Mn,” “Mn”. Presently the answer came, “II Mn.” The night chief then addressed a message to the operator at Marion and told him to send one of the yard engines, with the best engineer he could get after Second Number 22. He explained that there had been a mixup in orders to Second 22 and Number 15, and they were running at each other from opposite directions; but if- the yard engine could overtake Second 22 and send out a flag before Number 15 was met, a collision would be prevented. The reply came immediately, “Just received telephone message from day operator, who boards a mile east of here, that a big snowslide had occurred at the mouth of the cut and had covered the track to a depth of twelve feet or more. Happened just after Second 22 passed. Can’t get anything through now.” Turning to Armstrong, Logan said, “I can’t help you now, you heard Mn’s report-Better order out the wrecker and relief train, you’ll need ’em. for they’re bound to get together, now.” With those words he arose and went to his own desk. Armstrong, who was responsible for the impending disaster, took his seat at the table, and did as he was ordered. He had made an error not uncommon, but so great that men wonder how it happened. A great snow storm and a strong wind had smashed schedules from one end of the division to the other. Many of the trains were so late, they had to be annulled. First Number 22, east bound, was blocked at White City, the western terminal of the division, where the strong wind had piled up great drifts of snow. At Marion, twenty miles east of White City, there were several carloads of perishable goods which were to be sent out that evening. Armstrong had figured on Second 22 picking them up. From Marion, forty miles east to Glen Rio there was a long steady grade, and that Second 22, with her long heavy load, might not have to stop on it, he ordered Number 15, the west bound passenger train, to wait for the freight at West Plains, ten miles west of Glen Rio. But now Second 22 was blocked behind First 22 at White City, so he sent an order to Number 15 stating that First and Second Number 22 were annulled. Presently an east bound extra nosed its way into Marion from somewhere, and Armstrong, knowing the importance of getting those cars out of Marion, ordered the extra to pick them up and run as Second 22 to Monroe, his own station, where he intended to make up another section as soon as he got things cleared up a little. It was not until after Marion had reported Second 22 “gone”, and West Plains Number 15 passed that Armstrong realized he had sent two trains against each other, without orders. There was no station between Marion and white Plains, at which he could stop either of the trains, except Danville, and it had no night operator. Trembling he arose from his table, went to the night chief despatcher’s door and said, “I’ve got a couple of trains together.” Logan came in and took Armstrong’s chair as if “getting trains together” was an everyday affair. Glancing at the train sheet he immediately saw the trouble. Logan was a quick thinker in time of trouble of any kind, hence his practicable but unfruitful attempt. Armstrong, after ordering out the wreck and relief trains, had little to do but sit and think of the terrible disaster that would happen and not a living soul able to prevtnt it He glanced at his watch, it was ten fifty-two and for tbe fifth time he did a little arithmetic problem on a piece of copy paper. The result was always the same, the disaster would take place three miles east of Danville about eleven twenty. Unable to sit quiet in his chair, he got up and began pacing the floor. Suddenly he burst out, “This suspense is driving me mad, Oh! why didn't they have someone at Danville such a night as this?” The copier’s reply was only a little hacking cough, which sounded ghastly in the little room. Presently the clock said eleven. My! how the time was flying. Only twenty more minutes until the two trains would crash and send many souls to eternity. Then the thought coursed through Armstrong’s mind, “Wonder how many on those doomed trains are ready to be snatched from this world? Was he? And the blame—all upon him.” Then in his agony—with no one but the copier as a witness—he did something he had not done before for many years. He threw himself upon his knees and in all sincerity and earnestness he poured out all his troubles to his Master—the one help and comfort in a time like this. He was still on his knees in supplication, when there came his call on the wire, signed by Danville, he slowly rose to his feet, dreading to hear that awful message, which he knew must come, yet wondering why the call came from Danville. The copier opened the key to answer the call. It was ten thirty when Second 22 left Marion for her run to Monroe, It was bitter cold and a cutting wind drove the snow hard against the faces of the'crew, who were not in the best of humor. The head brakeman kept whistling over and over again a hymn---he always whistled a hymn when gloomy. The engineer opened the train up as much as he dared, after they had left the hilly regions east of the cut, but the farther it went the greater the storm increased. The engineer repeatedly had to creep out to the front of the engine to brush the snow from the headlight where the wind had piled it up. The poor fireman had no rest from his shovel. He was kept constantly feeding the huge, hungry monster to keep the steam above the one hundred and eighty pound mark; but now try as he would it began dropping point by point. But no wonder; there was a great strain on the locomotive. Twenty loaded cars up that long grade in such a storm was enough to task any engine. What did the despatcher mean? “15’11 have a nice wait at West Plains if this keeps up,” thought the engineer, little dreaming that the passenger train, was bearing down upon his train, then, somewhere between West Plains and Danville, at the rate of twenty-five miles per hour. The head brakeman began singing, ‘‘Tell Mother I’ll be There.” ‘‘You’ll not be there or anywhere else tonight, if this steam keeps goin’ down,’' snapped the fireman, “and for God’s sake stop that forlorn song. If you aint got nothin’ else to do, take that other shovel and help me keep this thing warm.” Slower and slower became the speed of the train until it came to a dead stop, out on a long stretch of track exposed to the biting wind and snow from all sides. The head brakeman took his lantern and started up the track in that awful blizzard to do his duty, protec ting the train. He was soon lost sight of in the blinding snow. The engineer and fireman began tinkering with the engine trying to get up a little steam. The head brakeman, leaving the train, tightened his heavy coat about his body and pulled his great cap down over his face until nothing showed except his eyes. He ran, jumped and did most everything possible, to keep warm; always keeping count of the telegraph poles as he passed them, until he should get the proper distance from the train. He pulled out his watch and by the light of his lantern saw it was eleven fifteen. ‘‘Golly! We’re past due at Danville; bet old 15 has a fine wait at West Plains.” Scarcely had the thoughts entered his mind, when far in the distance he heard what he thought was a familiar whistle. It was too far away and then also in the wrong direction to be from his own train. Unconsciously he increased his steps, but he heard nothing more. “Must have been the wind, anyway, nothin’ due here at this time,” he thought. Going around a bend in the track, however, he imagined he saw down the track, through the snow, a bright light like a large srar. He quickened his steps; the track here was sheltered a little from the storm by a growth of trees on each side. Larger and larger grew the light until it appeared as large as a full moon. Now the brakeman stepped out into the middle of the track and swung his lantern back and forth across it. Would they never see it? Then from down the tracks came two short, shrill blasts cutting the cold air with piercing shrieks. The brakes grind hard on the wheels as the air is applied and finally the great train comes to a stop at the feet of the breakman. It is Number 15, the west bound passenger train. Fifteen minutes later Number 15, with the head brakeman on board, backs into Danville. Just as the train backs up to the station the day operator, who was returning from a lodge meeting and seeing a strange train entering tne yard, comes around the station platform. ‘'What’s up”, he asks as the conductor of Number 15 swings himself off the train, followed by the brakeman and engineer. “Tell the dispatcher Second 22 and Number 15 want orders. Second 22 is stranded a mile west of here and needs a fresh engine,” replies the head brakeman of Second 22. The operator unlocked his office, struck a light and sent the message. The two men in the dispatcher’s office read the message as it stammered from the little sounder. Armstrong sank back in his chair; the copier ran his fingers through his hair. Armstrong, however, managed to answer “alright.” Glancing around he saw the third trick man, who had entered just in time to hear the message, standing by the back of his chair. ‘‘You can fix ’em up Jones, I’m goin’ home,” and with those words he put on his overcoat and hat and stepped out into the stormy night. Soft No More It appears that a Sophomore by the name of Louis Swingle, entertains a very poor opinion of himself, as evinced by the following: The English teacher was giving out characters from Shakespeare’s “As You Like It”, for individual reading. “Louis’, she said, ‘what are you?” Louis’ reply came quickly, “Nobody.” And now the laugh is on Louis. The girls in the J. H. S. are very, very brave, that is, until they spy a ghost. Ask Helen Crossin and Pauline Camp what the ghost looked like. CELEBRITIES IN RHYME A youngster said that he’d die single And that youngster was Louis Swingle. A little girl likes to fly a kite And that young lady is Helen White. A certain fellow is like the wind you see And he is no other than Knox Hansee. Finley Cherrington, nice and neat Thinks a certain girl is surely sweet. If you want to know of the reforms of Solon Interview a lad called Howard Rowland. Of all the girls who are rather husky The biggest of them all is Grace Shusky. Of all the people who certainly eat ham There are none that can beat Louis Lamb. If you see a young man packing kettles That is no other than Mr. Frank Gettles. It is he, long, thin and skinny That goes by the name of Gerald Finney. A sport that wears green socks Goes by the name of Harry Hawks. Not many girls are ever annoyed By bashful boys such as Heber Lloyd. The only boy I ever saw run from a mouse Went by the name of Charles House. Of all the stories you ever did hear The most are “told” by Johnny Mc-Neer. Oh my!! If you want to know about the bones in a carrot Take physiology from G. H. Parrot. Vicar—“Begin at the bottom and work up, Pat, that is the only way.” Pat—“It can’t be done in my business, sir. I'm a well digger.” (How about taking the answer to a problem and working it backwards?) “Bill’s going to sue the company for damages.” “Why? What did they do to him?” “They blew the quittin’ whistle when he was carrying a heavy piece of iron and he dropped it on his foot.” We’re looking for this to happen any day in the Sophomore class, when the first bell rings. MARGARET E. GILLILAND, Department Editor. At a social given by the Athletic Association held at the A. 0. H. hall in October, $5 was made for the Association. After the refreshments there was dancing as usual. The committee which arranged for the occasion was composed of Cora M. Daris, Gladys Ervin, Everett Alexander and B. Gibson. Miss Esther McDonald '14 was agreeably surprised by a number of her friends on the evening of November 23rd, the occasion being her birthday anniversary. Chaperoned by Miss Edna Jones and Miss Grace Hippel, the crowd went to the Jisco Furnace to see the 10 o’clock cast, after which they returned to the McDonald residence on Portsmouth street, where a dainty luncheon was served. Those present were Misses Ruth Christman, Blanche Alexander, Inez Tawse, Margaret Gilliland and Messrs. Ralph Shuter, Lewis Bragg, Wm. Long, Chester McDonald and Paul Johnson, of Waverly, guest of honor. At a benefit performance given at the Gem Theatre (defunct), a snug sum was netted for the High School Athletic Association. Margaret Gilliland ’14 entertained five couples at her home on East Broadway, Hallowe’en. Inez Tawse ’14 was hostess at a chafing-dish party, November 24th, at her home on Bennett Ave. Ruth Christman ’14 entertained at the home of Miss Hippel, near Coalton, with a dinner and slumber party for Inez Tawse, Esther McDonald, Margaret Gilliland and Mabel Johnston. During the evening their guests were Wm. Long, R. Shuter, E. Alexander, Ed Matthews and Lewis Bragg. Elizabeth Jones, Genevieve Davis, Everett Morgan and E. Alexander were on the committee which arranged for the social given by the Athletic Association at the A. 0. H. hall in December. Everyone as usual enjoyed themselves and helped the Association out at the same time. Dancing and cards were the amusements. Miss Mary Weaver, of Washington C. H., was the guest of Miss Elizabeth Jones during the Xmas holidays. Florence Evans ’15 entertained Dec. 30th, at her home on Columbia street, with a taffy pulling, in honor of her guest, Miss Katherine Tompkins. On Dec. 31st, Margaret Robbins ’14, entertained with a watch party, at which Miss Tompkins was also guest of honor. A bunch of Junior girls had a valentine spread at the home of Inez Tawse on Feb. 4. On her birthday, March 1, Miss Mary Jackson, ’15 had as guests at 6 o’clock dinner: Margaret Evans, Jean Jones, Grace Evans, Knox Hansee, Leo Coll and R. Shuter. Margaret Gilliland was very pleasantly surprised by a crowd of Juniors on her birthday, March 1. The Junior Class gave a party and dance at the A. 0. H. club rooms, March 8. A large crowd was present and all had a good time. The committee on arrangements consisted of Preston Turner, Rodney Allen, Art Roberts, Tom McCoy, Harold Gahm, Esther McDonald and Margaret Gilliland. Miss Ethel Doerr, of Portsmouth, was the guest of Miss Sibyl Powell during the first two weeks in March. “How much am I bid for this dainty box? I have 20c who’ll make it a quarter?” With these words Heber Gahm ’09, inaugurated the “Box Supper”. The boxes went rapidly bringing in a good sum for the benefit of the Athletic Association, under whose auspices the supper was given. The A. 0. H. hall was filled and it was with much difficulty that after the lunch the dancers nude their way about the floor. “Tobe” Alexander and Everett Morgan managed affairs very successfully. A pleasant surprise was given Blanche Hall ’15 on April 7, when a number of young people gathered at her home on South street to celebrate her birthday. QDlii alt (Em'k By H. W. Schellenger, ’13. When I’ve bten to the mountains and over the sea, Let the thots of old Salt Creek come back to me. Those ripples so gentle, its drought and flood. The fishing from branches or sitting in mud, Where the catfish, his horns in my fingers did stick, Where the frog I hunted was always too quick. Where the blue jay’s scolding was always so loud And the whip-poor-will’s wail so sombre but proud. There’s the place for me when my hair has turned gray; Where old Salt Creek’s dark waters float silently away. Take me back where the cowslip comes so soon; Where the locusts white blossoms most fragrantly bloom; Where the honeybee alights for his nectar so sweet And the little wren works with a “tweet-a-tweet-tweet.” Here the owl at midnight with eyes all 8gog Comes to catch and picnic off a mouse or a frog. And the fire fly comes out at beginning of night, With an aimlpss twist he throws out a light. When I’ve seen all the wonders of this material world, I’ll go back to old Salt Creek with the bed so curled. The voice that is heard from the dark lonely thicket Is the undignified call of the noisome cricket. Those rocks, t.iat rise cliffs so stately and high, Cause the pine to send her top straight to the sky. Through a freak of old nature those rocks did divide Furnishing a storm worn face; a honey-combed side. Here’s the place where worn out voyagers can rest Seeing nature’s workings and seeing the best; So when I’ve ceased my wanderings, I’ll ne’er again roam, For others have gone, but have always come home. From Examination Papers “Cedric had a large T-shaped table with a fire place at each end.” “The Friar was a jollv bald headed man with dark black hair.” Translate “Omnis Gallia etc” (All Gaul had three parts.) Clarinda (translating) “All Gauls have three parts.” English teacher—“Write an original story.” Mr. Finney—“I can’t write an original story but I can make one up”. “Miss Jones there is some one at the door.” “Oh no it’s only the wind.” (Then Knox Hansee walked in.) Lat in Teacher—“What is the case of ‘Acer’? Herbert—“It must be a hopeless case.” Some Puny Puns If Knox Hansee had a date would Leo Coll? No—Homer Wood. If Donald Davis willed some money to the J. H. S., would Ola Willmore? If Boe Rowland is weak is Byrd Stout? If the sun makes Margaret Morgan tan would it make Haldor Brown? If Edna Jones were homeless would Edna Houser? If Ed Evans would cross a stream in a boat, what would Helen Crossin? There’s a girl in our room named Aria McGhee Who always takes her nap at half past three. “Mr. Shadrach, if you do not sit still I will have to paddle you.” Earl—“Why don’t you pick on Somebody your own size?” A Future Agriculturist Mr. Parrot (holding up an ear of corn) “Are there any questions?” Helen—“If you were going to plant that ear of corn would you put it in the ground that way?” (Smtuujs Ifrnm oThr Alumni Several of the Alumni were requested to submit a few lines for this department, but up to the date of publication, although others were promised, only the three printed below have been received. For these we wish to express our greatest appreciation. Richmond, Va , April 22, 1913 To the Senior and Junior Classes of the Jackson High School of 1913: Looking thru the visionary telescope of youth into the hazy mist and dawn of the future, twenty-eight years seem a long, long time. Gazing back at this period through the changed glasses of Maturity, over the battlegrounds of defeats and surrenders, the contests of successes and failures, the realities of joys and sorrows it seems a short time. To the graduating class of 1913 the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Forty One is but a dream. But the year 1885 in the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred Thirteen, seems but yesterday to the Class of 1885. What a glorious thing is youth! If I were to live a thousand years I never would forget it. In all the vicissitudes of life, can I ever efface from my memory “High School Graduation Day!” Memory still paints the picture: A class of nine—one awkward boy and eight of as beautiful girls as ever were members of Venus’ Court, stood on the stage of the Jones Opera House in Dear Old Jackson, surrounded by their admiring friends and relatives, and with bated breath and trembling lips, delivered their orations. The boy was given the valedictory, not any reward of efficiency in his studies, as I have never seen eight girls who collectively had brighter minds. It was simply complimentary on their part. For had it been left to merit in such a galaxy of talent he would have been a“curtain raiser.” The request of a letter from me brings back fond memories of the past Wherever you may go, whatever you may do, your first diploma will be your most treasured prize. I finally succeeded in owning seven of them, but my Jackson High School diploma is the only one I ever thought enough of to honor with a frame. The rest of them are “Born to blush unseen and waste their sweetness in” (some old bureau drawer ) As there is no place on earth so dear as home, so the home school, the home town and home people will always have first place in your hearts, unless unfortunately there should be any snobs among you. But I am sure there can be none. For snobs are not indigenous to the soil of Jackson. There is no town on earth, where proportionately there is less veneer, less tinsel, less appreciating people for what they possess and not what they are. A spirit of helpfulness and kindliness pervades the whole town. We hear a great deal of the Daughters of the Revolution, The Legion of Honor, The First Families of Virginia, etc. I ask no better boast than to have been born in Jackson, to have first seen the light of day amid its hills and dales is an honor I will ever cherish. To be a graduate of the Jackson High School links one indisputably with the grand old town. It is your coat of arms, your insigma, your flag of battle. It is my earnest wish and prayer that the class of 1913 will go forth in life to do honor to themselves, and always to bear in mind, “As the innocent suffer for the guilty,” that any dishonorable act, committed by you, will in turn reflect upon your home town, your home people and your home school. Any oeroic or grand deed you perform will have the same reaction and bring glory and honor to your “Alma Mater” and to your birthplace. May God in his infinite mercy grant you all long and useful lives, is the earnest wish of Yours sincerely, Ira L Jones, Class of ’85. Pittsburg, Pa., April 27, 1913 To the Members of J. H. S.:— The mail-man furnished me both an agreeable surprise and pleasure when he brought me a copy of last year’s “Osky Wow.” With the reading of it, came happy reminiscences of my high school days. Every body knows I enjoyed them and most of the residents of Broadway and Pearl Hill know at least one perfectly good reason why. The Class of ’07 graduated six years ago if my mental arithmetic is correct; but if it were not that figures do not lie, I would say that they passed from under the sheltering wing only a few months ago. I regret that we did not assure ourselves a niche in the high school hall of fame, by our scholastic attainments or by the traditions we established But the Class of ’07 could play football, and our uncrossed goal line was surely a pleasant memory after seeing home plate so badly trampled during the ensuing base ball season. And the taste still lingers of that turkey dinner, which “Shecky” Sheward and others won for us by keeping that goal line still undefiled on Thanksgiving Day ’06. If my memory doesn't fail me, one James E. Kinnison was toast master on that occasion and many were the toasts offered up to the old and battered football, which hung from the chandelier over the table. During these few minutes that I have been writing, I have lived over again many of my high school days, but now that I have had my say, I am back in the Smoky City once more. It seems rather remarkable that here in Pittsburgh, there are almost an even dozen J. H. S. Alumni. We are all strong for J. H. S. and Osky Wow and as Rip Van Winkle says, “May you live long and prosper.” Loyally, Chas. S. Kinnison, ’07. 102 Chicago Boulevard, San Antonio, Texas, May 12, 1913 To the Students and Alumni of the Jack-son High School: It affords me very great pleasure to send you a greeting through the Osky Wow, of which we all should be justly proud. It takes us older high school pupils back to our own school days when we had the same fun and played very much the same pranks you boys and girls are now enjoying. Yes, we were caught sometimes, and most of us were quite familiar with the inside of Mr. Kinnison’s office where “Judgment was tempered with mercy” unless the offense was of too serious a nature. Well do I remember when most of our class used to run off at recess and buy pickles at Kuhner’s store, yes, the same old store that is still there, and how on our return they were sometimes confiscated and all because we were a fraction of a minute late and so proved that we had been out of bounds. For the next two weeks we were “allowed” to remain inside the school yard and then—we went after more pickles, for nothing else ever tasted half so good as those “stolen sweets.” Could you ever imagine that the dignified Rev. I. L. Dungan ever ran away from school and walked to Greenfield to see his “best girl” and that the sedate Mr. John Scurlock accompanied him; that Mr. Ora O. Evans, the banker, was not always a model child; that Miss Carrie French ever, we won’t say broke but bent the rules in school and that even the writer, who has helped to bring many of you up in the way you should go, didn’t always go that way herself? The many historic and entertaining features of San Antonio are very enjoyable, but Jackson will always be home to me. With kindest wishes, Sincerely Myrta Long. Hfyat §itmp of ©or CSraftuatra Are Sluing Miss Effa Nickell, Miss Blanch Peters, Earl Peters and Stephen Radcliff, four of our graduates of last year, are teaching school in different parts of the county. Vinton McVicker, ’12, the initial editor of the “Osky Wow,” is now doing newspaper work in this city. George Shuter, ’08, is now traveling for the Peters Shoe Co. of St. Louis, and had quite an exciting adventure during the last flood. He was caught at Waverly and made his way home . with much difficulty. Miss Alma Smith, ’10, is teaching at a country school near Wellston. Three of the faculty of the High School are members of the Alumni: Principal Morris A. Henson, ’83, Miss Lucy B. Jones, ’77 and Miss Edna Jones, ’08. So far as we are able to find out, Miss Lucile Hall (Mrs. Matt Ash) is the only member of last year’s class that has had any matrimonial success. After six months spent in a lumber camp in Virginia, Volney Benton, ’08, has gone to Lima and returned to newspaper work. “Hod” Washam, ’07, has a good position in the Building and Loan Department at the State House in Columbus. Miss Grace Hippel,’04, one of our teachers last year, is now one of the faculty of the Wellston High School. Reid Powell, ’09, is now engaged as a shipping clerk for the Heer Engine Works, of Portsmouth. Bert Stephenson, ’96, is a salesman for the M. A. Hanna Steel Co. at Pittsburg Jessie Patterson, ’06, is teaching music in the public schools and college at Green-castle, Ind. Dale Jackson, ’10, is engaged in automobile repair work in this city. Catherine Morgan, ’ll, is teaching in the public schools of Oak Hill. Everett Barton, ’ll, is living at Hampton, Va. Miss Grace Hunter, ’07, is teaching music in the schools of and near Fruita, Colo. Haider Gahm, ’05 has graduated from college and begun the practice of medicine, here. Miss Maude Branson, '02, has returned from the Adirondack Mts , where she had spent the past winter. Arthur Stevens, ’00, is a doctor at South Webster, Ohio. Frank Delay, ’00, is the probate judge of Jackson County. Fred Pickrel, ’03, is located at Wichita, Kansas, being engaged in theatrical work. Daniel Wesley Morgan, ’ll, has retired from the ‘‘Railway business” and is working with his father. Deacon” Kinnison, ’ll, was lately elected editor-in-chief of the Green and White,” the Ohio University weekly paper. Will Pickrel, ’06, is a partner in the law firm of Van Deman and Pickrel at Dayton. James O. Tripp, ’01, is a well known attorney and real estate agent of this city. Charley A. Radcliff, ’87, resides at Lancaster and is now secretary of the State Railway Commission at Columbus. With the able help of Will Michael, ’12. and Eben Jones, ’12, the Freshies” won in the Freshman and Sophomore relay race at the O. S. U. this year. Louis Pickrel, ’ll, is showing up well in Athletics this year as catcher for the 0. S. U. Will P. Morgan. ’05, is now regarded as one of America’s most expert photographers in outdoor work. At present he is connected with the R. W. Johnson Studio of Pittsburg. Prof. Earl Stephenson, 07, is living in Portsmouth and has a music studio in that city. Miss Myrta Long, ’87, is living in San Antonio, Texas. Ben Bently, ’00, is engaged as a Civil Engineer in this city. Gordon Murfin, ’97, is a doctor in Philadelphia. Thomas N. Hoover, ’96, is professor of history and government at the Ohio University. Miss Mary Alice Morgan, ’07, was married March 29, ’13 to Mr. Robert C. Boykin. She and her husband are living at Double 0 Mine, Amadoville, Arizona. Miss Lucile Vaughn, ’04, was lately married to Mr. J. H. Warren and is now living at Columbus. Paul Davis, ’07, is teaching chemistry and attending school as a freshman at the Starling Medical College of Columbus. Paul took an active part in the relief corps during the flood and did much to help the sufferers in Columbus and Urbana. Will McKitterick, ’01, is connected with a law office in Cleveland. John Roderick, ’ll, played tackle for the Ohio pental College eleven of Cincinnati the past season. Miss Gertrude Sternberger, ’09, is conducting a class in vocal training in this city. Miss Garnet Mohler, ’ll, has resigned her position as teacher in the schools of Williamson, W. Va. and is soon to be married. Dan F. Morgan, ’95, is a teacher in Texas. Thomas Hoyt Jones, ’05, is making his mark in the legal profession of Cleveland. Carl Summers, ’06, is still up to the elbows in “Those Ragtime Melodies.” Luther B. Thomas, ’91, is a prominent banker of Columbus. Benson Evans. 86, is enjoying the “State of single blessedness” on a ranch, which he drew from the government in Montana. Arthur Friedman, ’01, is engaged in the manufacture of mineral waters for the Independent Soda Waters Co. of Pittsburg, Pa. Corwin Matthews, ’09, has been playing fullback at Dennison all the past season. He is now honored with the title of “Captain” for the Dennison nine. Ora Rice, ’ll, is a night chemist for the Columbus Iron and Steel Co. Earl Kilbury, ’07, is employed as an electrician, near Pittsburg. Arthur Mackley, ’01 has a fine government position at Washington connected with the Interstate Commerce Commission. Frank Crummit,’08, is in vaudeville and at present is traveling on the Keith Circuit. When last heard from he was in Belfast, Ireland, from where he expects to return to this country by the first of May. Ira L. Jones, ’85, is traveling for the Colliers Book Company of New York. The following Alumni are now attending college: ’12 Fletcher Benton.................O. S. U. Earl Christman..................O. S. U. Fred Droudner......Bliss Business College I � on Evans.....................O. S. U. Eben Jones..................... O. S. U. Florence Brown ...................O. U. M$iJe Eubanks..................Marietta Margaret Mitchell................Oxford Gladys Parry......................O. U. ’ll James E. Kinnison, Jr.............O. U. Edward McGhee................. 0. S. U. John E. Roderick...Ohio Dental College Edwin Williams.................0. S. U. Louis Pickrel..................0. S. U. Paul Shaffer...................0. S. U. Anna Maude Jones..................0. U. Elizabeth Matthews.............Dennison Mary Grace Morgan..............Colorado ’08 ’10 John F. Crossin ...Sacred Heart, Denver Earl Ray............................0. S. U. Florence Edwards.................Columbia Helen Thomas........................ Oberlin j Hazel Williams................Wilberforce ’09 Corwin Matthews...................Denison Loren Rice..Southern California University Harry Scurlock...................0. S. U. Donald Tressler..................Michigan Katherine Jones.....................O. S. U. Alice Steele........................O. U. “Bump” Jones..........................0. U. Lawrence Alexander....,..........Oberlin ’07 Paul Davis..... Starling Medical College James Robbins....................0. S. U. From lack of information it is possible that some names may be missing from the above list If there are we assure you it is unintentional and crave your pardon. [Editor] Matters of fast, present attft Suttitrr The total membership of our Alumni is now 561 and at the end of this year will be increased to 586 or more. Our records show one or more marriages in every class since 1876, or the date of founding of the Alumni. In all, there have been 231 marriages and we have lost by death 36, the last of which was that of Miss Sadie Morgan. “ICrntf’s (Mfring” By]Thelma“ Walker. They were on their way to visit their son who lived in the city. By they, I mean the old farmer and his wife. She was sitting close to the window of the coach, and shivered just a little as a draught of cold air came in through the cracks around the window. Her husband noticed it, and quickly jumping up said, “why mother, why didn’t I think of that before. I ought to have known better than to put you next to a draught. Here, change seats with me. A little fresh air doesn’t hurt any one when he is well, but this feels like it came from a snow bank.” “Now Ezra, I don’t mind the wind that comes in there a bit. Jest seems as if I was a bit shivery. Maybe it was because you tucked the shawl around me so tight, made me feel as if I was cold, but I’m not, not a bit.” Then turning to the friendly looking lady who occupied the other half of their seat, she continued with happy contentment, “Wasn’t it good of our son, Henry, to ask us to visit him in the city? Such a fine home too. I hope we sha’n’t muss anything. Pa an' I never was much used to fine things. Oh, we have everything nice and handy at our house, water in the kitchen, plenty of good dry wood and everything like that. Pa’s a good provider. I always said that of him, and yet, of course, it isn’t like living in the city. But things are good enough for us,” she said, as she looked up into his face with a happy smile. Only twenty miles more of the journey remained when mother laid her head on Ezra’s shoulder and went to sleep. Then he continued apologetically to the lady on the opposite seat: “It’ll do her more good than a peck of oats! Isn’t it nice she takes to traveling so well? Now, she isn’t a bit tired. This is just the time o’day when she likes to sleep a few minutes, and I know it does her good. I encourage her in it. ’Tisn’t no loss of time, I don’t think to let things drop after dinner and get a wink of sleep. You’ll see how bright she’ll look and be when she wakes up. Bright as the face of new pennies. I don’t think they’re so very purty, do you? But no harm in using ’em for the sake of comparison. I’ve been wondering all along what I could get for mother a bit of present down to the city. I’d like to get her something before we come back that would last and be nice. Something that would do her some good.” The friend looked thoughtful. “We’ve got most everything under the sun though, you know folks can’t keep house long as we have and not accumulate a lot of things that aren’t of much account. Sometimes I think there’s some truth in the old saying that ‘you’d better have a fire once in ’bout ten years, and clean all the old trinkets out, then begin all over again.” “I suppose she has a sewing machine?” “There! you’ve hit almost the only thing she hasn’t got! We’ve talked about havin’ a new machine, mother and me, but she always says, ‘I couldn’t ever learn to use one now, Pa, I’m too old for that. No, I’d ruther do my own sewing anyhow. We don’t have much to do, jest fur you and me, and I want it done right.’ So we never got a sewing machine.” “Most everybody has a washing machine these days.” “Mother never seemed to take to them things. I got a machine there on trial once and she wrastled with it two weeks and said she couldn’t get the hang of it. ‘I tore my best gingham apron with it,’she said, an’we hain’t got no clothes we want spoiled that way. Take it back, Ezra.’ An’so I had the agent come an’get it. I kind of thought she’d like that. Most everybody does; but maybe it just shows how slow we old-fashioned folks get used to the new-fangled contraptions they’re inventin’ithese days. I ain’t so bad as some of ’em I don’t believe. Mother and me have been savin’ all our lives, but we try to have things indoors an’ out that’ll save work all we can. Mother always tells me I need machinery when I tell her ’bout some new thing that’s been invented for doin’ farm work. So I’ve got everything in the way of good farm tools. But mother, it seems like I ought to find something for her, too, to make her work easier. That’s what I feel the worst about and if you could think of anything between here and the'city, I would be so glad if you would tell me.” So one thing after another came up for discussion while mother was asleep, always with the same result. Mother had thought about them all and didn’t need any of them. Almost at her wits end, the lady at last found out the cause of the little mother’s struggle against modern inventions. It was the spirit of self-sacrifice, which craved all for her husband and nothing for herself. So the lady at last suggested a bread-mixer, trying her best to tell Ezra its method of operating. ‘‘Well now, I should think that would be a splendid thing. We don’t eat so awful much bread at our house, but ’tis purty hard work mixin’ it so much. I always wished it was possible to make it easier, but mother always said ‘it was jest the thing to make her good and strong in her arms.’ We’ll see if we can’t get one the first thing after we reach the city.” And so they did look into all the windows along the street as they were on their way to their son’s house. ‘‘Maybe we wouldn’t know one of ’em if we should see ’em, Ezra. Le’s give it up. I ain’t anxious for new things you know. It’s good and kind of you to want me to have it, but I don’t need it, Ezra, We’d better save tne money for something to make your work easier, you need it more than 1 do.” Poor, blind Ezra! why could he not recognize the love shining out through mother’s words? Just as he had done a hundred times before, he once more fell into the trap prepared for him. They’ve got a splendid machine for rakin’ hay now, jest gethers it all up an’ leaves it in a long string at the side, like a wigglin’ caterpillar” His eyes shown as he thought of it. When she asked him the price he said he didn’t know, but could easily find out if she thought he had better get one. so, of course, she said ‘‘yes.” But Ezra was not to be defeated in his plan of buying something for “mother” before they went home. Feeling sure it was useless to take mother along, he slipped away from her one day and made his investment alone. They had ended their visit and were back home again before he mentioned the purchase he had made. “The fifteenth of June’ll be her birthday,” he said to himself as he thoughtfully scratched that part of the cranial cavity minus a covering. ‘ That’ll be a good time to surprise her They’ll keep until then.” He went up to the attic, looxed at the package, carefully opening the paper to see if any bug had been bold enough to invade his treasure. No, everything was all right. The secret troubled him not a little for fear h should forget her birthday. Early on the morning of Uie fifteenth, Ezra stole up to the attic and secured his precious package. He came down while mother was still at breakfast. She evidently was not looking for a birthday gift. When had she last received one? Ezra did not know. Going out into the kitchen, he secured the chopping bowl. That would hold it he was sure. With the package still in the bowl, he broke the string, His hands trembled, as he told himself “he could not help being a bit nervous.” At last the paper was broken at one end and out rolled—six quarts of nutmegs. “For the land’s sake, Ezra! What in the world made you do— “I knew you liked to season things with nutmegs, mother I tried to think of something that would last and be nice. Don’t you think they’re nice? I pricked a lot of’em with a pin and the oil came out just so quick. They’re all good.” “They're so nice, Ezra.” Mother sat at the table and looked at the great bowl of nutmegs and wondered and looked until at last Ezra gave his wife a kiss on the chenk and went out to work. Still she looked and wondered. “Dear Ezra. It was so good of him. But six quart of nutmegs, why there’s enough to last the whole town forever. g $ fi+ fi ig ? % !? 4 Vi i r « r «• k a . •� • i - o a - a • - a - a r . 1 — 1 II ll ! ■� 1 � l � ■ lfc.ll � « l� «fe It was th° liberal patronage of he merchants of our city that made this Annu I a financial success, so express your appreciation in a material way, by patronizing those represented in our columns f.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To The Graduates: Come Forward Now Melissa! And tell this large and most intelligent audience here before you, all about Italy, Germany, France. 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