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

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On My Paw’s Farm You oughter come down ter my Paw's farm, Yuh wouldn't believe yer eyes. Fer everything that my Paw plants Grows up to monstrous size. Four of his 'taters will make a peck An a pea is all ye kin eat. i member one time I plainly saw Two policemen asleep on u beet. 1 cut a big w’atermelon one time 'Twas longer n I am tall. 1 say yuh gotta be a healthy man To eat one o' them there all. An' once I pulled up an onion, sir, As big as a keg o' beer. My Paw he swallered it all right dow'n An’ never shed a single tear. He's got fine patches o’ beans down thar; The bugs never bother a leaf. 1 guess the reason they don't eat ’em is The bugs all live on “Relief.” Jes' oughter see Paw’s wheat field, too. Each grain in every head Jus' grows an’ grows 'till about the size Of a ten cent loaf o’ bread. But when yuh go into Paw’s cornfield You gotta watch out, by heck. Or the roots ’ll make ye stumble an’ fall Er an’ ear o’ corn break yer neck. Cuttin’ this corn on my Paw’s farm. Why. It nearly breaks our backs. Stalks so big corn knives won’t do An’ we hafta use an ax. Paw raises punkins in his corn, Yeller an’ green an’ dun, They grow bigger ’n washin’ tubs. Make forty-nine pies outa one. Of course. Paw has an orchard, too. Tree tops so far from the ground He has to send an elevator up To bring them apples down. But when Paw sells his farm products After harvest In the fall An' pays his taxes, he has left Jus' nuf fer some new overalls. Russell Colby. '3C The Sprite The ice on the creek is melting fast And the sun is shining bright. And warmer days have come at last. And a robin chirps. “All’s right!” Old Winter’s chill is fast retreating And taking Jack Frost along: The grass springs up at the soft wind's greeting To list to its merry song. On a sunny slope a flower appears And opens its buds so sweet. And a gentle breeze whispers in its ears A welcome in words discreet. While over the distant mountain’s rim. All covered up with snow, A sunshiny sprite appears so trim. -This sprite is Spring, you know. Winnie Martin. ’.’19

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little girl she had ever seen. The child was dressed in a neat blue frock. A small band of white held back a lovely mass of golden curls. From the tip of the tiny hair ribbon bow to the small scuffed tan slippers the child wa3 attractive, and yet. one could tell her clothes were quite worn. •'Pardon me.” said a voice so musical that Agnes started. “Pardon me for staring, she replied at last. “I was staring, too, I guess. said the child, smiling amiably. “Did you wish to see me? asked the older girl. “I’ve already seen you. haven’t I?” Have you?” “Uh — huh — I mean yes, Miss Hayden. I heard you sing. I hope you don’t care that I hunted for you.” Of course not, Agnes assured her. “but suppose we make some introductions now.” My name is Shirley Harrison, said the child promptly. For a moment she appeared quite merry, but then her facial expression changed into a serene angelic look. “I'm delighted to meet you,” smiled Agnes as she studied the child’s countenance. My friends call me ‘Agnes’.” Agnes is such a pretty name, but you sing much prettier than any name could possibly sound.” Shirley remained silent for at least two minutes, then continued. “You sing exactly as — my mother — used to, said a sweetly low voice. Waiting not an instant, the older girl gathered the small possessor of that voice in her arms. Is your mother here? she asked when Shirley was on her lap. Again the angelic look passed over the little girl’s face. My mother live3 in heaven with Father and Jesus now. For one long minute Agnes peered wonderingly into the eyes of the other. Finally she said, “My mother lives there, too.” Does she? asked Shirley. Oh. maybe she knows my mother. Grandmother says Mother and Daddy are having a most lovely time up In the clouds. But I Just know Mother wants to see me as much as I want her. Don’t you pray every night that your mother smiles when she peep3 down through heaven’s window? I think Mother lives right near the big window so that she can look out so very often. What a beautiful philosophy of death!” whispered Agnes as she touched a soft linen handkerchief to her tearful eyes. Does phil-los-o-phy mean something nice?” spoke Shirley. “It does in this case. Tell me, darling, do you never cry and call for your mother and daddy?” The little ones lips curved into a frown as she placed a small Anger over the mouth of the other. No — no — huh — uh,” she said slowly. One must never do that because God Axes everything, so everything has to be Ane.” You’re sure of that?” Oh, yes. Didn't Grandmother read from the big book: ‘Not my will, but thine be done’ ?” With folded hands and uplifted face, the little girl softly spoke these words. Then she smiled adorably and whispered. Please sing me a ‘mother song’. ” Agnes quickly drew the golden head to her bosom and. with tears in her eyes, softly began to hum. From back o’er the years came the memories of her baby days when her own dear mother had sung her to sleep. Then very softly she sang the old familiar cradle song. Brahm’s Lullaby. Several days later a large automobile turned up a fashionable avenue. At a window of the machine was the wrinkled face of an aged lady. Inside, this person was listening to two girls as they took ’turns’ talking. And, dear Granny.” said the younger, “Agnes has the most wonderful piano in the world.” Granny” laughed in a low tone. Are you certain it isn't a radio?” Don't disappoint us. Mrs. Harrison, by saying father can’t Anance Shirley’s music lessons,” pleaded the third member of the party. Can’t you see what she's given to V this once lonely heart of mine?” Yes. dear,” came the reply. Little Shirley’s mother always wanted her to become an accomplished musician. Thus I realize that God’s will has been done. Maxine Kent ’37 Prayer For A ’36 Graduate Father, who In Thy hand doth hold Dominion o'er the fates of men Take not away Thy guardian love Deal we amiss our lives begin. Teach ua that Joy Is not In gold Nor power, unless 'tis used to bear The burden of some weary soul Or lift it up from 'neath its care. Help us to keep our dreams and song And ne'er forget, tho life be long. That always stars shine clear above. That Truth endures and God is love. And let us keep until we die A loyal love for Jackson High. Elizabeth Walters. 36 Page Sixteen

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Page Eighteen Senior Dramatic Club SENIOR DRAMATIC I TOP ROW: Cassill. Callahan, Bowman. W. Lambert. Spohn. F. Lambert. Keller. Evans. Davis. Peters. Hunsinger, Damron. Arthur. Myers, Chapman. Stevenson. Radcllffe, Morgan. James. Jenkins (Vice-Pres.). Kemp (Sec.), Plumer, (Adviser), Stiffler (Treas.), Potter (Pres.), Pierce. “AZZ the world's a stage and all the people merely players.” —Shakespeare The Senior Dramatic Club is made up of members of the junior and senior classes who show dramatic ability and interest in the activity. This year the club is divided into four groups, namely: pantomine, marionette, stage make-up, and short plays. Each group planned and presented one or more programs during the year. The club is unusually large being composed of fifty-four members. It is under the capable supervision of Miss Julia Plumer, the dramatic coach. SENIOR DRAMATIC II TOP ROW: Evans. Halterman. Altherr. McNeer, Scites. Knauer. J. Farrar. Smith. Harless. Chapman. W. Bennett, Boote, L. Davis, Lefner. Brunton, Shick. Kent, A. Davis, K. Farrar. W. Jones. D. Jones. B. Bennett. Meldick.