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

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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.

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|(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.