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

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13 (Oiilui ffliuu 13 Krut ifitult i?rliunI Smiling Of this dear building fond memories may linger And in our mind’s eye we may view Our school days now passed o’er For us for ever thru.

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.13 (0skij Klimt 13 SENIOR’S ADVICE TO JUNIORS. (J) Butten your shoes, ycur tongues in. (2) I cep pushing upwards, it takes a live fi h to go up stream, any dead one can float down— (£) aIi? fellow who makes no mist k:s is the same chr.p who reposes under six fe:t of mother err'h, over which green, green grass waves in the summer breeze. (4) I unctuality is the first rung on the ladder to success. (5) A person who will not be punctual shoul l b: punched— 6) finally, toe the mark, hold your head h» :h, step forward— HEARD IN PHYSICS. Sparking—An obsolete term no longer used Usually meant “trouble ahead.” Transformer—The minister. Soft magnet—Very spoony. Short circuit—The path lovers never take when r:turning home. LEFT TO HIS FATE. Mrs. S.—Jasper—There’s a burglar downstairs. He’s in the pantry eating my pie. Mr. S.—(Drowsily) Well, I’m not going to get up this time o’ the night to give him dyspepsia tablets. Pa heard him give the high school yell, For joy he could not speak. He murmured, “Mother” listen to Our Willie talking Greek. HOW ABOUT YOU? “It is a well known fact that most everybody has a well developed bump of curiosity,” said th practical student. ‘•'Ihink so,” inquired the other. , UMop apisdn qooq aq iun} pia siq; aas oqM ajdoad aqi jo ?sotu HEREDITY. Miss Baird—Do you believe in heredity? “Yes,” said Mr. Shumate. There’s a young man in my class who has to return home every day for his, books, pencils and pens. His father’s a plumber. CAUSE FOR SUSPICION. Hollis Parry—“I don’t think Abe Lincoln was an honest man.” Roy Albert—“Why’s that?” Hcllis Parry—“Because they lock all banks on his birthday.” 7 Pat— (indicating a player on the home team)— “Jones over there, is going to be our best man.” Olive (blushingly)—“Oh, this is so sudden.” “Grandpa,” said Harvey Scurlock, “ my brother and I have been arguing whether the clock lies or stands on the mantle. Which is it?” “Well,” said his grandfather, “it is now 8:30 by the clock. In reality it is only 8:00 o’clock. So therefore I say it ‘lies’.”

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13 ©sky ®nui 13 ©tfi ffitijlj rljnnl SuUiitng We may not reach the heights we seek And though our goal we may never see This spot shall always with us be—