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

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SENIOR CLASS 14

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ed at top speed, which was not very fast considering I was very much fatter and not so tall as I now am. Before I had gone very far I was almost run down. My breath came in quick, short gasps. I could hear the unearthly sound of those bones. Once when I glanced back over my shoulder to see where he was. I mentally concluded that he was the liveliest Death I had ever encountered. He kept very close to me but did not try to forge ahead. By this time, the upper classmen had resumed their laughing and jeering. As I was nearing the end, that is the end of me and not the track, someone shot out his foot and tripped me up. I fell heavily and started to rise, rubbing my head as I did so-just then I heard my father’s voice, I wonder what’s wrong with that boy of late, he can’t sit down a minute without going to sleep and falling out of his chair.” “OUR FACULTY.” Three cheers and a tiger for the faculty Of the jolly J. H. S. . They’re the wisest lot of instructors That ever did students bless. Supt. Kinnison heads the list With hair, once red, turned gray; And in joke or pun or stern command, That twinkle e’er in his eye doth stay. Prof. Henson, wise as principals come, The second in this list; But second in wisdom? Ah! dear no, He has not first place missed. Prof. Parrot, rich in science deep And all that bothersome stuff, Tries strenuously it to explain, ’Till the poor student cries, “Enough!” M iss L. B. Jones, our great Math, shark. Is brilliant, versatile and wise; Her glory is her queenly height, Her wisdom, all the students prize. Prof. Newell comes with a “see here folks” To teach that Geometry hard; And English, too, the Ereshman’s lot, By which many reports are marred. M iss Edna Jones, our learned Latin sage, Delves deep in ancient narration, She teaches it all with a glad little smile And makes easy a hard translation. Fraulein Houser, our Deutche Leherim Last, if in quantity, not in quality, Teaches us Deutch quite merrily But permits not the least frivolity. Then three cheers give with a right good will For our faculty learned and wise, And three cheers, too, for the J. H. S., The High School we always will prize. —Ethel Eubanks, ’14. ELEVEN

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Motto: “No Honor Without Labor.” Flower: Carnation. Colors: Cherry and Black. CLASS ORGANIZATION: Arthur Roberts, - President Lucile Aten, - Secretary and Class Historian Inez I'awes, - Vice President 1 helma Walker, - Class Prophet Helen Brokenshire, - Treasurer Rip! Rah! Rip! Roar! True to the core! Rip! Rah! Rip! Roar! Class of one, nine, one four. NT. Kinnison— Are you girls back there cold?” Shuters—“Yes, sir.” Mr. K. Don’t you feel sorry for her, boys?” One I hursday morning after scripture reading and prayer Mr. Henson took up the morning offering. [Collection for concert. ] Thelma Who is a pound-keeper?” Answer—“ I he man who makes bologna.” An Editorial, by “Gus” Shuters, copied from the ‘‘Senior:” Art . 1 wu7, out in the country and come to sine-post at the X roads and a notis on the post sed, “ I his will take you to Wells-ton.” Well I got on the thing set there 4 hrs. and then i asked Art, “i wonder when the thin’s a-goin’ to start?” haculty’s method of gaining attention: Mr. Henson clears his throat and snaps his fingers. THIRTCF.N Mr. Parrot says “come class, get a little closer. ” Mr. Newell says “see here folks.’ Miss Houser makes big eyes. Miss Edna Jones snaps her fingers real LOUD. Miss L. B. Jones gives SO minute lectures. Lew Bragg, translating Immensee: — “To-day, only to-day, am I so beautiful.” Class Roars. Lew, looking around—“Isn’t that right?” Miss Houser—‘ Quite right, Lewis.” Ah, Lew, flattery is vain. Mr. Henson—“When was George Washington born?” Bill Roderick—“February 22nd, 1732. A. D.” Mr. H.—‘‘What does the A. D. mean?” Bill—“After dark,” I suppose. Miss Houser sings a touching little ballad, “Mr. Henson get the paddle, Shuters won’t stay after school. ”