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

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Junior Class I list or y Dorothy tones, 16 On September the second, nineteen hundred twelve, seventy eager Freshmen assembled in the class rooms of Jackson High School. Of course at first, Freshmen life was very awkward to us. The upper classmen looked down upon us and laughed at our ways. But, we the class of ’16, with the help of the faculty, then began directing our efforts to become the most noted and loyal class that would ever graduate from Jackson High School. Miss Houser and Miss Jones were interested in our welfare. They arranged for a program at the new High School building to be given by the two divisions of the Freshmen. After the program, games were played and refreshments served. One day we were surprised to find that we had become of sufficient importance to have our pictures taken. Our class was called together and sent to the steps of the building. And later we were greatly pleased to have this picture in the Osky Wow. At the close of school we had a picnic at Buzzards’ Rocks, and parted wishing each a happy vacation. The next year when we as embled, we were no longer timid Freshmen but wise Sophomores. Our class took a great inteiest in athletics, and we are proud to say that the majority of base ball and foot ball players were from this class. Our class base ball team was hard to surpass. In the first inter-class game we defeated the class of '15 with a score of 11—7. Our Sophomore year passed quickly away and we are Juniors. We had thought for the past two years that to be Juniors was almost beyond our grasp. We now can stand and look back over almost three years of struggle, and forward to our last glorious year. This year, we immediately organized our class and elected Ivan James, President, Louise Shriver, Vice President, Ernestine Hunter, Secretary, Byrd Stout, Treasurer. In February Ivan James left school and entered Wellston High School and we elected Troy Scurlock as his successor. We were granted permission to have a class play, and were coached by Miss Warkins and Miss Johnson. The play was a very interesting comedy entitled “The End of the Rainbow.” The Junior-Senior Reception was held at the Cambrian Hotel April the thirtieth, and was a grand success. Our Junior year will be long remembered and treasured by its members. Now farewell to all, until we meet again in the Osky Wow of’16. not as Juniors but as dignified Seniors of sweet sixteen. PAGE FIFTEEN

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Prophecy of the Class of '15. HAROLD JONES. 15 The grt at liner came slowly to a halt, noisy tug boats shrilled their approval and busied about the ships in the harbor like news boys in a crowd, each shreiking in its own aquatic fashion. Shirt-sleeved, sweating sailors threw out the gang plank by the aid of a crane, and the great boat discharging her humane cargo, struck me as being amusingly like an ant-hill disturbed. I sat upon a seat of vantage, an old freight iiox, and viewed the disembarkation with much enjoyment for 1 like nothing better than to pick sundry types from a hurrying crowd and speculate to myself as to their pursuits in life. 1 was at that particular moment debating whether an old fellow, with a distinctly foreign carriage, was an ex-German army officer or a Belgian Ambassador to the Euro-American Peace Conference, then in session, when one in the throng jolted agaimst my insecure seat, and down 1 caine, philc sophy and all, right on the toes of a little gentleman with a distinguished manner, who unlukily for him, happened to be standing near. After the starry constellation had ffcded and 1 became able to see distinctly, I arose t0 my feet and laughed in spite of my dazed condition at the ogile antics that my companion in the accident was perfotming. He danctd with considerable skill upon on leg w’hile he tenderly held his injured foot in his hands. At last he stopped and looked up angrily at me, but his look immediately changed to wonder. “Jones!” he exclaimed wondeiingly. This of course brought about a closer scrutiny from me. “Eugene Cramblit” 1 exclaimed, with equal wonder “You can’t fool me with those whiskers!” and with much handshaking and joyously “looking each other over”, we departed to some quiet place to talk over old times. m Naturaly there were no bounds to our fund of reminiscences and for a long time we talked of the old times back in Jackson High. We talked of how “oP Bruce steam-rolled the Sun Flower for a class flower” and laughed at the ridiculousnes-sof some of our school-day pranks, but finally growing tired cf this we turned to the present. “Where's Jim Ervin now?” came the natural question from Cramblit. “Well, old Uncle Sam mu§t keep you diplomats busy if you’ve never heard of Jim Ervin,” I replied. Jim has now retired from his career of Auto-racing and is now carrying on a very profitable Auto Sales Agency business.” “Where’s Earl Shadrach, still practicing law? ’ I informed him that Earl was now a nominee for the Supreme bench of Ohio, and we passed on to the next question. “Clyde Brown,” I said, is now a Professor at the 0. S. U. Margaret Evans is singing with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Charles House is manager of the Jackson Engineering Labratories, while Bernard Hurd has at last invented a practical method of color photography. Now tell me something yourself.” “Well,” he said, “I’ve run across more of theol’ class of fifteen than you would think. A couple of years ago I saved Frank Gettles from being mobbed. He tried to make a stump speech in London on the merits of (iermany and if it had not been for me the United States would probably have lost one of her best agriculture experts. Then again I met Findley Cherrington in Paris. He was over there in the interest of the American firm with which he is connected, I see quite often Blanche Alexander and Florence Evans who have been in Europe since the close of the Great War. Now' its your turn for a while. I’ll bet 1 can guess who of our class are now' teaching.” “Fire away,“Isaid. “Grace Oiler, Katherine Lamb, Zella Channel, Gladys Smith, Alma Miller, Lillian Rowe, Jean Jones, Helen White, Elizabeth Lewis—” “Hey, hold up there!” I cried. “You don’t think the whole class turned out to be teachers do you? You guessed the first three right and mighty good ones they are too. but maybe the school board would object to having six married teachers on the pay roll, let ’em manage their families Eugene, that’s enough for them. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Let’s call up Dick Dyer and Hebe Lloyd and get them to come over to the Club for a little reunion dinner. If I’m not mistaken John McNeer is in the city on business. We’ll get him to come too.” rag e frOU RTEEN

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