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

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§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.

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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”.

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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