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

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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. ”

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SENIOR CLASS 14

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Senior class has adopted Buckwheat as its class flour. Shuters—“’Lo, Art. Art — “Hi, Shuters.” Senior Catastrophes: Dick was bit on the forehead one morning: by his wife. Shuters received a deep gash in his head, the night of Helen Brokenshire’s party. Mabel Johnson attempted to commit suicide by falling down the school house steps. Mr. Henson burnt his finger on the stove one morning. Jim Plummer was shot through the finger during hunting season. Inez was bitten on the lip last fall. A crawfish attempted to sever one of Parrot’s fingers. Mr. Henson had his face cut at the same time Jim was shot. Lucile Aten murdered a spider under her desk. Sundry sore arms after the vaccination season. Art Roberts chloroformed his cat. Last fall Joe Stevens wore a pansy to school in his coat lapel to celebrate his cat's birthday. The class is sorry to say that two Senior girls, Ruth and Inez, were arrested for driving on the wrong side of the street, this year. I stole a kiss the other nite, And now my conscience hurts me some; I think I’ll have to take it back And put it where I got it from. — “Shakespeare. ” AN EXAMPLE? Mr. Parrot, in Physicial Geography class— “You remember that piece of quartz I brought the other day, and I said it would scratch glass” and just then he began scratching his head. MEANING WHAT? Mr. Parrot—“You can travel much cheaper on water than you can on the sea.’’ Rather strange, one day, Mr. Henson first asked if any of the girls had any money for him and then he dropped a gentle hint that some wives have property. An Editor’s troubles are a good example of perpetual motion. “maybe it gives him the toothache.” Mr. Henson, one day, was naming the essential parts of a cake, but for some reason he omitted the icing. Mr Henson—“Name the principal causes of Adam’s administration.” One day Mr. Parrot said something about camels having big feet, and then Bill Long stuck out his number elevens (3rd Class) and then said, “Wonder if I’m a descendant of the camel?’ ’ Bill Roderick—“I heard Mr. Kinnison beat his wife up this morning.” Dick Allen—“She wouldn’t be the first person, would she, Joseph?” Last fall while the new cement floor was being put in the basement of the new' high school building the Seniors were entertained by the delightful songs which the fellows sang while working. It was such entertainment which prompted the writing of the following poem: While in stupid recitation Or in silent meditation Breaks forth in joyful exultation One engaged in “cementation”, From the stilly depths below, Comes the sound now high, now low, All the class in mirth divulge, And in classics rare indulge. -“Milton.” In the year nineteen hundred and twenty-four In the town of Jackson, out of an airship door Stepped a lady; where had we seen her before? Oh yes! She belonged to the class of ’ 14. All was changed, she looked around But nothing familiar had she found. At length she said, “I’ll go to school, The place where I used to act ‘the fooi’.” As she entered the beautiful hall, She cried, “Oh nothing is similar at all!” But as she entered the large class room There stood—yes he was still in a fume, Yes, there he stood —it seemed a “mystery” But he still held that old Fiske’s “Histry”. — “Our Piggy.” FOURTEEN