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

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1912 volume:

to iHr. .UaittPH iz. IKtnniaon We respectfully dedicate this annual in appreciation of his long labors in behalf of the students of Sarkamt iJiujIt Primal. OSKY WOW I AN ANNUAL PUMLICATION OF THE STUDENTS OF JACKSON, OHIO. HIGH SCHOOL VOL.-----------1 Oil ---ONE. CONTENTS: Title Page Dedication......................................................... 3 Contents .......................................................... 5 Faculty Photograph................................................. 0 Faculty Notes...................................................... 7 Senior Notes....................................................... 9 Leon M. Evans—Photograph...........................................10 Senior Photographs..............................................11-17 Senior History.................................................... 18 Senior Prophecy....................................................19 ‘‘Osky Wow” Staff..................................................21 Silas’ Bar Story...................................................22 The Spelling.......................................................23 The Season of 1911—Poem............................................24 The Scarab.........................................................25 The Masculine Side of Things...................................... 27 The New High School—Photo..........................................28 The Old High School—Photo........................................ 29 Editorials ........................................................30 Junior.............................................................32 Sophomore..........................................................34 Freshman ..........................................................36 1912 Foot Ball Team—Photo..........................................38 Athletics..........................................................39 Society............................................................42 Wise and Otherwise.................................................43 Alumni Department..................................................45 five Six M. A. HENSON J. H. S. ’83, Ohio University, ’92 Principal History MISS EVA GARDNER Mt. Gilead H. S., ’88; Denison Univ., ’94 Instructor in Latin, Marietta College Summer Scool, 1912 Latin and English MISS LUCY B. JONES J. H. S„ ’77 Mathematics JAMES E. KINNISON Ohio University, ’80 Superintendent of Schools G.H.PARROT Ohio Northern University ’00 Assistant Principal Science MISS GRACE F. HIPPEL J. H.S., ’04; University of Michigan, ’08. German and English. Seven President—Leon M Evans; Treasurer—Eben Jones; Vice President — William O. Michael; Prophet—Louise DeLay; Secretary—Hazel H. Marshman; Historian—Corinne R Davis. Colors—Old Cold and Royal Purple. Motto—Aon quis sed quid—Not who, but what. Flower—Violet. -1912-Purple and gold. And violets blue; Not who we are, But what we do. Some old favorites of ours: “To teach is to learn.” “There were giants in those days ” “Apples to eat are plentiful.” “It is better to fight for the good than to rail at the ill.” We’ve with us a maiden named Brown, Who lives a short distance from town, Her hair has a hue Neither purple nor blue— When she reads this we hope she won’t frown. Eben, translating!?) “Wilhelm Tell;”--“It is outrageous.” Miss H.-“It is indeed.” E., continuing-“Mind your own business.” ($urgt ihr fur rurlj.) Class roars. E., going on fartber,-“Now what is there to laugh at?” —[Nun. uma gtrbt’a habri zu larbrtt?] Some one has said: “If ignorance is bliss, several members of this class belong to other realms.” When we were looking for quotations some one suggested this for Mayme Caldwell: “With all her faults she’s beloved still— by George!” You surely must know Miss DeLay: How much do you s’poseshe would weigh? You guess one hundred? My stars, how you’ve blundered! That’s a dozen pounds more than I’d say. Wouldn’t it surprise you— If the Seniors should have an orderly German recitation? If Eben Jones should get 100 in spelling? If our new High School should ever be finished? If Leon Evans should flunk Latin? If Christman should forget to go to Wellston some Sunday night? ? ? ? ? THE BULLETIN BOARD LOST-One appetite on account of over-exertion in studying for finals, some place between January and May. Finder apply to I. T. B. and receive reward. We take great pleasure in placing before the public, a new pair of suspenders:-Mr. Henson and Mr. Parrot. Call ( n us at the school building.—Several who have had experience. A hit LEON MERRILL EVANS Class President. Foot Ball, 1911. “ am, sir, an oracle, and when speak let no dog bark Ten M. LOUISE Delay Class Sec., Junior Year; Class Prophet, Senior Year; Society Editor, “Osky Wow”, 11)12. Beware! Beware! She is fooling thee! CORINNE RUTH DAVIS Class Historian. “A maiden sweet and fair MERLE FLORENCE EURANKS “ When think, 1 must speak. EFFA MYRLE NICKELL ‘ ‘ Almost alone in her class.'' Eleven MARGARET R. MITCHELL A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair. BLANCHE C. PETERS “ The fair, the chaste, the unexptessive she ” ELLA NOEL C. WHITE “Man delights not me. MARY KINNISON The very pink of perfection. Twelve E. L. JACOBS Vice-President, Ath. Assoc.; Cheer-leader. “Nothin' don't seem like wut it wuz ” WILLIAM 0. MICHAEL Eoot Ball, 1911; Base Ball M r,, 1912. ‘‘Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.” FLETCHER C. BENTON Foot Ball, 1911; Bus. Mgr. “Osky Wow ” 1912. “ They say you are a melancholy fellow.” EBEN JONES Class Pres. Junior Yeai; Foot Ball Captain. 1911; Base Ball, 1911 And it was he that made the ship to go.” Thirteen MAYME KATHERINE CALDWELL Class Treasurer, Junior Year. ‘' My man's as true as steel MARIE MAY WALKER ‘ A thing of beauty is a joy forever. EDITH G. TURNER ‘ ‘Keep eyes upon her.'' HAZEL H. MARSHMAN Class Secretary. “Quality, not quantity.'' Fourteen VINTON E. McVICKER Foot Rail Mgr., 1911; Editor-in chief, “Osky Wow,” 1912. 'And still the wonder grew That one small head could hold all that he knew.'' BARTLETT M. GIBSON Foot Ball, 1911. Tell me. how ’as it you thought of coming here ' I. T. BRANSON throw t'hysics to the dogs I'll none of it W. EARL PETERS “ There's a product to be mareeled at. Fifteen DAVID DAVIS Foot Rail, 1911. “A man more sinned against than sinning.'' STEPHEN C. RADCLIFFE He lived at peace with all mankind. FREDERIC EARL DROUDNER “ fear I am taken to dissipation JOHN EARL CHRISTMAN Base Rail 1911. “ Virtue is choked with font ambition Sixteen LUCILE MEREDITH HALL 'A multitude go mad about it. FLORENCE MARIE BROWN Oh, but she is wise.' ANNA GLADYS PARRY Better late than never IMOGEN FAYE RROWN “Her hair is not more sunny than her heart. Seventeen (ClaHB ff'H REE cheers and a tiger for the class of nineteen twelve! It was on a warm day in the fall of 1908 when we climbed the front stairs of the Central School Building and entered the Freshman Rooms, where we were introduced to, and received instructions from, the several teachers. How different it all seemed. How strange at first to depart from the grammar school custom. What grave countenances we had, how courageous we meant to be when we had to endure the humility of being called “Freshies” by people who were only Sophomores themselves. The year was practically uneventful, as all our interest was self centered, except, perhaps, the building of the fire escapes which were a needed improvement. How mmy times in our first year we vowed to be gentle with unfortunate Freshmen, but the next year we had forgotten and were entirely wrapped up in our own affairs. Day after day our only thoughts were of Algebra and Geometry while our dreams at night were of the battles of Caesar. This year a new High School building was begun. This year was also a sad one for we lost one of our number for whom we all mourned, so much the more because his death was so tragic and untimely. Most of our time was passed in quietly and earnestly searching for knowledge and dutifully reciting to our teachers what we had learned. But we were well paid for our perseverance for the following year we were Juniors and one mile nearer our destination. The principal event in the way of studies was Physics—that is, the Laboratory experiments, in which we were very much interested. It was in this year that the new building was finished sufficiently to admit one class--the Seniors. It was also as Juniors that we each wrote our first debate, for we organized a Literary Society and every other Friday afternoon a certain number of the class took part in the program. What good times we had at the fijiatorg several spreads we prepared in our room. Is there one of us who will ever forget it? Near Christmas time we were invited to an informal reception by Mr. Parrot. On the evening of the 23rd of December (1910) we assembled in the pallor of Prof. Parrot’s home on Chestnut Street Although outside the wind was blowing a gale, bringing with it a blinding snowstorm, everything inside was light and gay. How well we remember with what difficulty Eben Jones discovered that imaginary hole in the heel of his sock, when we were playing that delightful game of “Lawyer.” In the midst of our gaiety refreshments were served, which consisted of cake, ice cream, candy, and coffee. All departed at a late hour complimenting their host and hostess for their pleasant entertainment. Our president this year was Eben Jones; secretary, Louise Dt Lay; treasurer, Mamie Caldwell. It was on the night of May 11, 1911 that we gave the annual J unior-Senior reception in honor of the Seniors. Nothing else of note happened from then on until the last day of our Junior year when we had a never-to-be-forgotten spread. This same night the Junior girls served at the Alumni Banquet an 1 thought within themselves that next year they would have the pleasure of being waited upon. When we came back to begin our last year, we, as Seniors, had the exclusive privilege of occupying the new High School building, which is not yet completed. We soon held our class meeting and chose Leon Evans president; William Michael, vice president; Hazel Marshman, secretary; and Eben Jones, treasurer. It was not long until we held a class meeting and selected our little gold and black enameled class pin At a later meeting the colors, old gold and royal purple, were chosen as class colors, violets, as our flowers, and “Non quis sed quid”-“Not Who, but What.” our motto. Our Senior year has been uneventful Eighteen enough as we have been very busy. Is there one Senior who will forget the day we spent in one of the unused rooms of the old building, sitting on chairs, “just as in our own parlor” as Mr. Henson said? Also we will always keep it in mind that we have the pleasure of being the Seniors in this our first annual. a a: And now, Seniors, pausing, let us think of the many happy moments we have spent here in dear old Jackson High. Then, 0 Classmates, be it ever our aim that the glorious class of nineteen twelve be always “Not Who, but What.” C. R. D., ’12. X (Elasa flrnitlimj Boston, Massachusetts-June the Second, 1932. My Dear Ella Noel:— I certainly was glad to hear from you after such a long time. I thot you had forgotten me. I do hope the baby is better and the other children are well. How is Frank’s rheumatism? My dear, I have the most news to tell you. You can’t imagine where I’ve been! To—Well I guess I’d better begin at the beginning. The other day I was going on a little shopping trip to San Francisco on the Chicago Eastern Aerial Line, when something got wrong on our ship and we had to stop at a dock in a little town over which we were passing. The captain said we probably would be there five or six hours and I was very much provoked for I knew if we wasted that much time I would not get home that afternoon as I had expected But I had to make tne best of it and I concluded to look around the town. I asked the pilot, who was standing near the door of my compartment, if he knew the name of the place and he told me it was —Jackson, Ohio! Well, for a minute I simply couldn’t recall where I had heard that name before and then of course I remembered and involuntarily I cried “Jackson, Ohio! Why I used to live here”—and the pilot seemed so surprised as he answered, “You did? Why so did I.” Of course I asked his name and he said, “I am Fred Droudner.” You know he was in our High School Class. You can imagine how surprised I was. I told him my name and we talked for quite a while. He said that Grace Hippel (do you remember our German class?) was married and living in Texas and that Mr. Henson of course you have not forgotten him—was traveling in Europe. While we were talking, 1 noticed a large sign over at one side of the dock-station, reading “The Gibson House.” This sounded so familiar that I asked Mr. Droudner about it. “That is the name of the hotel over which this dock is built” he explained. “The proprietor is—surely you remember Bartlett Gibson, he was with us in the Senior class. There he is now.” He called to a tall gentleman, who was just getting out of the elevator and soon 1 was shaking hands with my old classmaie. He told me he would be delighted to escort me around the town, so we took the eleva tor down to the foyer of the t.otel. After I registered I looked over a few of the names and was surpi ised to see among them E. L. Jacobs, salesman for a Columbus wholesale jewelry firm. As we went out into the street a large automobile truck stopped in front of the hotel, and glancing at the sign on it 1 saw “Benton and Evans’ Rocky Hill Farm.” Mr. Gibson informed me that Fletcher Benton and Leon Evans were now engaged in scientific larming on a large scale and that they supplied the hotel and nearly all the large grocery stores with vegetables. My dear, can you imagine Fletcher Benton’s being a farmer? It was almost too much for me. As we walked along I asked Bartlett about others of our classmates and was told that Stephen Rad-cliffe was principal of the Central High Nineteen School; and 'thatTFlorence' 'Brown had founded fne Jackson School for Girls” in which Eda Nickell was head of the domestic science department, and Hazel Marshman and Merle Eubanks were teachers of Latin and mathematics respectively. While we were talking 1 noticed in the window of a bookstore this sign: ‘Read the Reason Why,’ the latest work of Corrine Davis, the great novelist.” In the same window was the announcement of a lecture to be given that night by Professor V. E. McVicker of Dartmouth College. I certainly should like to hear it. Going further down the street we came to the Grand Opera House, a very beautiful structure. On the announcement card I read: Tonight, Miss Lucile Hall, starring in The Follies of 1932. Special music by I. T. Branson.” Well, we walked on down past the Opera House until we were opposite the postoffice, a very fine looking building. I wished to go through it so we crossed the street and entered. At the door we met a lady, who, Bartlett said, was Edith Turner. She is married now and lives in Coalton, a suburb of Jackson. At the stamp window was a very fine looking woman, whom Bartlett introduced to me as Marie Walker. What fun I used to have with her1 We left the postoffice and walked back up Main street. On the directory of one of the large office buildings I saw Dr. J. E. Christman, Osteopath,” and on a sign over a large millinery store the name of Mary Kinnison. Soon a newsboy came by crying: Extra! Extra! All about the exploration of the planet Mars! Extra!” We bought a paper and read the account of this exploration, which we found had been made by the great Professor W. E. Peters! What do you suppose he’ll do next! It was almost luncheon time now, so we went back to the hotel. As I had a few minutes to spare, I looked over the newspaper. In the society column was a detailed account of a large dinner given the night before by Mrs.------, well her name used to be Margaret Mitchell. Do you remember the good times we had at her home? After a delicious luncheon, I again started out, this time going down Broadway Street. One of the first things I saw was this sign over a large department store: W. O. Michael and Co.” Shall you ever forget the fun we used to have with Billy? Meeting a policeman, I asked him to direct me to the Public Library, and his voice and manner as he told me the way seemed so familiar that I asked his name and was surprised to find that it was Dave Davis. I certainly was glad to see him. According to his directions I went on down Broadway Street until I came to a beautiful building, which I at first thought was the library, but upon coming closer to jt 1 saw over the door The Blanche Peters Home for Aged Suffragettes,” so I looked farther for the library. It proved to be next door and I entered and made my way to the reading room, which I found in charge of Gladys Parry. She is just as pretty as ever. Imogene Brown is her assistant, but she wasn’t there that day so I didn’t get to see her. While I was there a beautiful woman came in, whom I recognized as Mayme Caldwell, at least her name used to be Caldwell. She asked for a book (I don’t remember the title) by Senator E. Jones, who, she explained, was a member of the class of 1912, Eben Jones. I stayed here and gossiped so long that I had to hurry back to the hotel without looking around any more. The ship was almost ready to start, so I just had time to thank Mr. Gibson for helping me spend the time so pleasantly and get myself and baggage in my compartment. Of course 1 did not reach home until the next day, but it was really worth the time lost to see and hear about so many old friends. My dear, when are you coming to make me a visit? I want to see you so much. Do come soon. Give my love to all the children and write to me. Yours as ever, Louise. Twenty W (feluj Hmu §iaff. 1312 Editor-in-chief.. Literary Ekiitor Athletic Ekiitor Society Editor.. Joke Editor..... Alumni Editor .. Vinton E. McVicker, ’12 .....Sibyl M. Powell, ’13 .....Samuel Slavens, ’13 .....Louise DeLay, ’ll .....Elizabeth Jones, ’13 .....Crandall Bentley, ’01 Business Manager................................................ Fletcher C. Benton, ’12 Assistant Business Manager........................................Everett Alexander, ’13 Reporters Ethel Eubanks, ’14; William Long, ’14; Jean Jones, ’15 Twenty-one Maa’ lar i lnrg VERkill a bear, Silas?” asked Zeb, the clerk at Jim Davis’ general purpose store, the other night. ‘Y-yes,” said Silas. ‘‘Tell us about it,” said everybody, ‘Turty long story—and—I reckon you wouldn’t be interested, anyway,” said Silas. ‘‘Tell it! Tell it!” everybody shouted. ‘‘All right, it wus this way,” said Silas. ‘‘Lem Smith had a cousin come to visit him from New York—about thirty years ago. He wus a sickly lookin’ chap, an’ had come here to take pictures of wil’ animals. ‘‘Lem was busy, so he wanted me to take the feller out. Well—I hadn’t heard of any wil’ animals bein’ in the near vicinity, so I tuk the feller out. ‘‘I guess we wus purty near Ned Smith’s sugar house, when—holy smoke!—right in the middle o’ the path wus a great big bar! I tuk to one tree, and Randolph to another, and that bar sot right down underneath o’us and looked with longin’ eyes on Randolph. ‘‘This scares Randolph purty bad, so he sez, sez he: ‘Si,’ sez he, ‘Si, ye git down an drive that bar away.’ “ ‘Powerful sorry tu dissipint ye, but under the circumstances I guess I stay right here,’ sez 1, huggin’ the tree a little closer. “ ‘Why Silas,’ sez he, ‘yu don’t mean tu dissipint me do yu? Any way I’ll burry yu with honors,’ an’ he purty nigh busts out cryin’, an’ then he went on namin’ the things he’d have at my fun’rel; all I remember, now, was that he wus a-goin’ tu git my coffin made o’ mahogany, with two angels on the lid, with their hands pinted up’ards, an’ that the tombstone wus agoin’ to have the words ‘gone above’ chiseled on it. ‘‘ Wal, it wus gittin’ near dark, an’ I wus gittin ready tu clime down an’ sacrifice myself tu that bar, when Randolph remembers his camery. ‘‘‘Silas! Silas!’ squaks he, ‘don’t ye dare scare that bar away—why if I kin git a good picture o’him, it wil be wuth a hundred dollars,’ he sez. ‘‘Wall, partly them figgers and partly that bar persuaded me from makin’ a dash for liberty right thar an’ then, so I hugged my tree a little, an’ I sez: ‘‘ ‘Wall, take your picture, an’ tell the bar tu git way back, fer I’m cornin’ down.' ‘‘Randolph got out his photographin’ things, which he gits ready. “ ‘Hurry up.’ sez I. “ ‘Silas, don’t drap! don’t drap!’ he yells. “ ‘Forces, which I cain’t control, is a-goin’ to make me drap in about two minutes,’ sez I. “ ‘Jist stick on one minute longer!’ squeals he. ‘‘Bang! Flash! Kerplunk! ‘‘The bang was caused by the Hash light or sumthin’ like that, I guess thot wus whot he called it; the Hash was caused by whot comes after the bang, and the kerplunk wus caused by me! ‘‘Whin I lit, I lit so soft I thought I had jist passed into everlastin’ peace, so I jist laid thar with my eyes shut, ’spectin’ tu see an angel with a harp o’gold, come tu wake me up; but, instead, I heard Randolph: “ ‘Is he dead, Silas, is he dead?’ Thin I seed whar I wus an’ I also seed the bar a lyin’ thar, still-Uke, on the ground, so I hollers weak-like:- ‘Yis,’ sez I. ‘‘ ‘Wall thin, I’ll come down,’ sez he. “ ‘We got old Ben Brown tu haul the bar home, thu next day, and Randolph made some pictures frum whot he tuck o’ the bar. The picture showed me and the bar. I had my head firmly planted in old Bruin’s lunch basket, an’ it looked as if I had hit him with considerable force. We held a post-mortum exam’nation, next day, an’ Doc. Suttle examined the bar. Twenty-two ' ‘Wall, to my idea the bar wus killed by the strikin’ o’ some very hard object, cornin’ with considerable force,’ sez he. “Thin Randolph said, ‘Thin, Doctor, the bar wus killed by me, for wus I not the one that caused Silas Hopkins to fall, causin’ his head to strike the bar over the internal organs, causin’ instant death in the bar?” But Randolph wus voted down, an’ I wus said to be the one as killed the bar. “My old woman said whin I thought I wus in heaven, whin I lit on thot bar wus as near as I’d ever git to thar. “Yis, that’s the only bar I ever killed, Zeb—an’ would you mind cuttin’ off a plug o’ terbaccy? I’m nigh out.” H. J., ’15. X X X Sty? “dprilfouf rJMME-l:15p.m„ Friday, March 15.’12. Place—Room I, Jackson High School. “Ancestor”, deliberately pronounced Mr. Kinnison. “Cowsy” grinned, shifted his feet, scratched his head, and finally spelled: “A-N-C-E-S-T-O-R.” And that long-to-be-remembered fray, the Junior-Senior Spelling Match, was on. The prevalence of bad spelling among these two classes had caused the Faculty to instill into minds of the Juniors, the idea (but how those Juniors regret it now!) of challenging the Seniors to a spelling contest. Thus our opening scene. The next few after the start stood up bravely under fire but when it came to Dave Davis, he found his goat concealed in “administration” and went down--the first casualty of the conflict. The next shot to have effect lodged a few moments later in “Tater” Wartenbee, who i-uc-cumbed to the terrors of “adjectival” and went to join Dave. When the first volley was over six of the seventy engaged were out of the fight. Words now flew thick and fast, finding victims among both Juniors and Seniors. But the Juniors fell faster and tho their numbers had been a third greater than the Seniors’ at the start, the opposing forces were soon equal. Eben Jones slipped on an “isotherm” and “oxygen’’ overwhelmed “Cowsy” Morgan. “Phrase” was “fraze” for Hazel Jacobs and other horribly original spellings were produced, as (for example) when I. T. Branson used an “ax” on “accelerate.” So the contest went until, when there was about fifteen survivors on each side, Mr. Kinnison exausted his small arms ammunition and opened fire with his heavy artillery masked behind the covers of Reed’s speller and other orthographical works. Sib Powell, Effa Nickell, Lib Jones, Bill Michael, Earl Peters, Erie Jacobs, Warren Schellenger, and others who had stood gallantly before, now all went down under this frightful hail of words. Louise DeLay’s protests that it wasn’t fair were all in vain and the inexorable fire went on. Everett Morgan, “Happy” Ervin, Nettie Thomas and other Juniors were determined to fight it out to the last ditch, but the fates decreed against them and they dropped out one by one, Nettie Thomas choking on a “leathery” one long after the rest had fallen. And so the Seniors were left in posseasion of the field with ten members, three boys and seven girls— standing, to gloat over the ignominiously defeated Juniors. “By the Osky Wow’s” Correspondent at the front. Twenty-three Thr (Team of 1911 Our football team, It was a “scream,” The best that ever played. They won the first, Then got the thirst And many were dismayed. First Kingston High Was not as spry As they would have us think; They did their best. We did the rest: Their fate was black as ink. Now Ironton twice Fell thru the ice Before they stopped our boys. But on Turkey day— ’Tis sad to say— Thkik rooters made the noise. Did C. H. S. Get beat?—I guess; Two times they suffered defeat. They knew the game And were not to blame Because our stronger team beat. When Athens came, It was the same, Until the second quarter. And then they scored— Went by the board— Before Jackson got a starter. This is the last, And all the past, Of our victorious football season; But tho we are proud And sing praises loud, We have a very good reason. E. L. Jacobs, ’12, (Hlj? i rarah little lad, swarthy i;of skin, bare of foot, was wending his way through a narrow street, wedged in by high stone walls. On one shoulder he balanced a water jug, and he walked with that grace characteristic of the water carriers. His dark eyes peered from beneath long lashes, and he carefully observed his surroundings, as he passed along. Becoming fatigued, he stopped for a moment’s rest, carefully keeping out of the reach of the sun’s oppressive rays. What little breeze circulated was heavily laden with ill-smelling odors, which seemed to ooze through the walls themselves. The air was dense and stagnant; the street, silent and still. It was noon-tide in an Egyptian city. The lad was Dedi, the Egyptian, who wended his way onward until he came to an open spot, in the midst of which was a well. Having filled his jug with the clear water, the boy sat down again to rest. As he gazed off to the right, he could see the place commonly called the “Dead-land,” that is, the home of the lepers. Suddenly he saw approaching the spot wnere he sat, a man,—a man of strong physique, but with the imprint of death upon him. He was a leper. He was followed by a tumultuous crowd composed of persons fearful, yet unwilling that he should live in their midst; and as he paused at the well near Dedi, a small stone struck him; driven for ward, he passed over that terrible threshold into the leprous city,—he was to be no longer one of the world, but was to die that torturing, lingering death, which no earthly remedy had the power to stay. No one in the crowd noticed him drop a small green scarab in the sand, as he paused. Neither was he aware himself that it had been dropped, for his mind was too full of the horrible facts that now governed his life; and as he hastened his footsteps to evade the avenging crowd, there was no wonder that he did not notice the loss of this one sacred relic of his. Dedi sat by the well and thought. He wriggled his bare toes in the sand, and built air castles, concerning his manhood. He would be wealthy, would have servants to wait upon him, and his wife—a vision of lovliness—should have all that her heart desired. His children should play all the day, as he had never had the opportunity of doing. He would make a visit to that great America he had read of, and would there make his future home. During his musing, his piercing eyes discerned a small green object lying in the sand. It was something odd, and held a peculiar charm for this lad. It lay there upon his hand, a thing of wonderful workmanship, a small green beetle, perfectly modeled, of stone. He admired it and played with it, until he realized that enough time had been spent loitering, so he began his journey back home, leaving the place deserted except for the beating rays of the tireless sun in the heavens. Twelve years later, a part of Dedi’s day dream came true. He was carried by a great ocean steamer from bis Egyptian home to New York City. When he stepped upon the docks his heart swelled, as he wondered what his future life would be. Dedi was young, good looking and fairly intelligent, and soon he became acquainted with a number of his own countrymen, living in a certain part of the city. He earned a respectable living by selling fruits and relics, which he obtained from his own country. It was not long before he acquired a broken form of the English language. Once on his daily rounds he made the acquaintance of a young Spanish girl, Martina by name, and often after this he spent his leisure moments in talking to this maiden. He learned that she was alone like himself, and this was a bond between them. Drawn together by this common lack of sympathy from the outside world, and by the hunger for love and companionship, they fin- Twent y-five ally marrried. Their home was not one DeJi ha I dreamed of, but they were very happy in two small roams in one of the tenement houses. By and by, a tiny Maria came to brighten the life of these two, and when she grew large enough to prattle and to toddle alt ng, Dedi frequently took her with him, on his trips to sell fruits and Egyptian relics. He would always allow her to carry the small purse in which the coins thus obtained were kept, and at night on their return, they would playfully, together, count the daily gain. One evening as they counted the coins, little Maria pointed wonderingly at a little white spot upon the palm of his hand. It was a small speck, so small that he had not noticed it before, but he saw it now. He drew his hand away, and gazed long and hard at the spot, but he threw off the terrible thought which disturbed him. He was now an American. He was no longer of the East. He might be seized with a Western plague, but the diseases of the East he had left behind him on the Egyptian sands. The following day he romped and played with Maria, in the hope of throwing off the fearful dread which clutched his heart. But all in vain. Daily he observed the little spot and almost imperceptibly it grew larger; later other spots appeared and scales began to form on the old one. One day Dedi did not come home as was his custom, and his wife and child never saw him more. Dedi now traveled on westward. He wore gloves, fearing detection, but often when he was in country towns selling his goods he dealt without them, because the people there were entirely ignorant of the dreaded disease in their midst. As the disease gained on him, all the sweetness and kindliness in the man’s nature seemed to die out. He hated all mankind, and cared not if he gave the fearful malady to the ones he met in his daily travel. Why should be, a poor Egyptian, be so accursed, while so many others lived on happily in the world? One day while lounging on a bench in a park, he was detected. The cry of “a leper,” was sent abroad, and crowds 0f curious people, unheeding the danger, came to gaze upon him. He gazed at them doggedly, from under his stiff whitened brows, and cursed them all secretly in his heart. Some sympathizing person brought food and placed it near him, and later in the evening, when all had deserted the place, he made his way to a depot and there boarded an outgoing train. While on this train he was again detected, his detection being caused by the crying of a baby, who was frightened by his horrible appearance. The people in the coach were seized with a panic, and some called out to ‘‘kill him,” others vowed vengeance on the conductor for admitting the man. In that sullen manner, now so characteristic of him, the leper made his way from the car, little caring, if he had endangered the lives of the whole carload of people. On the outskirts of the town—at which he was put off the train, a little hut was built for him. Here in solitude he spent the remainder of his days. Food was brought from the village and placed at some distance away; from there he carried it to his hut, and thus his needs were supplied. Once having a great longing to be among humans again, he dared to enter the town, but here his life was imperiled, and he was forced to return to that scene of ‘‘living death.” One day the food supply was not called for. Dedi, the leper, was dead. His life of long suffering was over. That fearful leprosy, which had whitened his hair, ruined his life, made an old man out of a young one, had finished its work. Back in New York, little Maria still sold her flowers, entirely ignorant of the great shadow slowly enveloping her young life, that shadow which had its beginning on the day when the little Egyptian lad picked up from the hot sand the little sacred beetle. S. M. P., ’13 Twenty-six Hhr HJaaruUttp of (Things A bright foot ball player is Mike; When he starts with the ball on a hike, He surely does run Like shot from a gun; Is he fast? Why you ne’er saw the like! You probably know Eben Jones, (Please don’t think that I’m throwing stones), Hut a mandolin is his And, tho it’s none of my biz, He certainly produces sweet tones. Don’t know Fletcher Benton?—Oh, the dickens! The fellow who has such fine chickens? To the chick show they went And cost many a cent; When you mention it to him his breath quickens. There is a young man named McVicker, Than whom there was never one sicker, When, on a hot summer day. He tried tennis to play; It was first thot he surely would kick ’er. Most every one knows I. T. Branson, That young High School fellow so handsome. On one Hallowe’en night He was given a fright— I’m not sure but I heard that he ran some. Leon Evans, the Senior President— Of Rocky Hill prominent resident— On questions pertaining To order maintaining, For the right answer never is hesitant. Of the Seniors there’s one who's named Peters; He oughtn’t to be fraid of skeeters; They’d do him no harm For I’m sure he could charm Them all away with his METERS-LiTERS-FEET(ERS,-etc. A very bright Junior named Morgan Has a voice just like a pipe organ; It’s so melodious and deep It will sing you to sleep, And you will not wake up till tin iflunjru. Twenty-seven A bright Sophmore called Pete Likes nothing so well as to sleep, But, at camp once, I’ve heard, His sleep was disturbed, And his words were most anything but sweet. There’s a boy sometimes known as B. K. Who often fails small debts to pay. To pay short’s his desire, And he spends many an hour, So that he with a big league may play. There’s a boy with initials E. A. Who is deeply in love, so they say; Each week since he met ’er, He’s sent her a letter. And he thinks of her most every day. There’s a Freshman named ‘‘Haggerty” Coll, Who was anxious to play at foot ball; But his grades were too low— Mr. Henson said: ‘‘No; You can go down and root but that’s all.” E. L. Jacobs, ’12, and others. NEW HIGH SCHOOL Twenty-eight ■ OLD HIGH SCHOOL Ufi-ITH this issue the J. H. S. Osky Wo.v makes its initial bow to the public and, as is usual upon such occasions, we are expected to write a few words of introduction. These words are not to be of apology, however, for we members of the staff have all done our best and, while this volume-largely on account of our in experience-is not quite up to the mark we hope later ones may reach, we are far from ashamed of our production. X X A publication of this kind is a great influence toward keeping alive a spirit of school loyalty in both students and alumni. In view of this, then, we hope that our Annual may be continued in succeeding years with ever-increasing good results, or-even better-that a monthly paper may be established. As the reader will observe, we have selected the name Osky Wow for our Annual. Students of the school will easily recognize the origin of this name, but for the benefit of others, a word of explanation is necessary. It comes from our school yell which runs as follows: “Osky wow wow! Wisky we we! Holy Makai! Jackson High! RAH!.............. ” The contest which was instituted to secure a name resulted in the entry of about a dozen names. These were all considered at a meeting of the editorial staff, but, as none was thot suitable, the name Osky Wow, suggested by a member of the staff, was accepted. We were glad, however, to see the interest taken in the Annual and thank all who made suggestions. X X We have frequently had occasion in the past to urge upon the students of this school a better and more spirited support for athletics. This urging has, so far as we can see, had little appreciable effect but we are willing to try again, if, by so doing, we can help the school. The best way—the only way, in fact—to show your interest is to go to the games. Most students have no reason for staying away other than mere indifference. The admission price, set at fifteen cents per game and amounting to only sixty or seventy-five cents per season, is within the reach of nearly every one. The argument heard from so many that “they don’t understand the game” is also a poor one, for how in the world are you ever going to learn the game if you never attend? Yet, in the face of all this lack of good reasons for non-attendance, the average gate-receipts per game last foot ball season were less than fifteen dollars, with which we were expected to pay an average expense of nearly thirty-five dollars. Since about a third of this was paid by persons outside of the school, this indicates that the average student attendance was about sixty-five, out of a total enrollment of two hundred. That is, about one student in three was present. What are you other two going to do Thirty about it? Are we to give up athletics because of financial failure caused by lack of interest among the student-body or are you going to do your part and help keep up the fine reputation of Jackson High in the athletic field? Think it over. X X At the close of the 1911 foot ball season the Athletic Association found itself facing a deficit of nearly eighty dollars, with prospects of raising the money very poor. Indeed, it seemed impossible to wipe out the debt until sixty dollars were received a: x from the proceeds of the public school concert that Prof. Dan M. Morgan gave in February. This concert involved a large amount of work on Mr Morgan’s part without any remuneration whatever beyond the thanks of the students. These we hereby most heartily extend, together with the three big R A H’Sthat we know every one in the school would want togive. X X By a typographical error Miss Louise DeLay’sclass was given on page 21 as ’ll. We wish to correct this to ’12. X HOW THE AVERAGE STUDENT WILL READ THE “OSKY WOW First five minutes—Looks for himself in his class picture or other groups, finds his name if he is on any committee or team. Second five minutes —Does the same for his girl’s name and picture. Third five minutes—Hunts up every roast on himself or his girl. Last five minutes—Looks at all these again and then shuts the book forever. Then he takes pains to say that the “Osky Wow” isn’t as good as it should be. How the ‘‘Osky Wow” should be read: Read it as you would read a good story, take it up at your odd minutes, have just a little pride in the literary efforts put forth, and do your best to fall into the spirit of every joke. Look the “Osky Wow” over until you become thoroughly famialiar with it. Be sure to enjoy it from cover to cover, and express your appreciation for what has been accomplished. Please do not criticize more than is really necessary, for you may be on the ‘‘Osky Wow” literary staff yourself some day. S. M. P., Lit. Ed. iln ittmtuiriam It was with the utmost sorrow that we learned of the untimely end of the Basket Ball team of ’ll, on the floor of the Grand Opera House, Dec. .‘10, 1911. On behalf of the High School, we wish to extend our sincerest sympathy to the coach, captain, and manager, Mr. B. K. Scott, for to him it is indeed an irreparable loss. Thirty-one JUNIOR CLASS CLASS ORGANIZATION President—Wendell Morgan. Vice President—Chester McDonald. A. R.: “What’s them little round square things on that there storage hatter ? Did you say we study English? Of course we do but not grammar. The Juniors are not like the Seniors for pomp, display and the like. They go at work real honestly, like Jeff, when he strikes for the pike. For instance, the spelling match. “Now,” says Mr. Parrot, “we’ll all vote for the president we want. Where do you suppose the vote for Harmon (Hitt) came from? Did you ever hear that old familiar song “Sweet Genevieve?” Secretary—June Marshall. Treasurer- Samuel Slavens. Thhre is a young Junior, named Marshall, Who declares that all girls are partial; “For,” said he, “Gene is so cle-ver That I cannot even engage a dance with her.” A bit of advice to certain Seniors:— Don’t lie, it wastes � ur time and yours. We are sure to catch you in the end and that is the wrong end. Junior Want Columns A nice “June” day—Marie Evans. A “Killin’ ” girl—Basil. An explanation—Tobe. A means of removing finger prints--Genevieve. To know “Howe” better—Emily. Thirty-three SOPHOMORE CLASS The Sophies The Sophies are clever, bright and sunny; They work, and their labors are never rummy; Although the tests still come and go. They get them, all but a lot, you know. The Sophomore literaries have been exceptionally good this year except when Louis forgot his piece. “Hey Dutchie! your face is dirty!” Dutchy—“ Well, 1 can’t help it, ma forgot to wash it this morning.” Can any one explain why— Ralph gave “sticking together” as a synonym for “coherence?” Athol spelled leopard—1-e-pp-a-r-d? Edwin is so inquisitive? Ruth can’t sit still? Lucile is so modest? Thelma talks so much? Any one desiring to take lessons on the tuba or cornu, call on Ralph A, Shuter, Esq. MissHippel (in a study period)—“Ralph, no you get to work and quit your talking!” Ralph (breaking a conversati n) — “Now Miss Hippel, I wasn’t talking at all.” Miss Hippel “You were listening to Thelma then.” Aixiebra— Lillian R. plus Arthur Ewing Jt. Factoring- (Lillian plus Arthur Ewing) R If Miss Jones failed him, Would Ralph Shuter? If Hazel sang a song, Would Louis Bragg? The Sophies have been sporting some this years. They have had a Santa Claus, a Valentine box and a Christmas tree. (Worse than the Freshies.) If the Indians paddled their canoes, What does Ellsworth Rowe? Thirty-five “All Green and Wildly Fresh Without”. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Harold missed again today in Algebra. Reason-Chickens on the brain. Humpty Dumpty sac on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; Humpty Dumpty in the box, Humpty Dumpty, that was Knox. They call us the Freshman class, but if you should happen to look in at the door at either the Latin or Algebra period you would think we were the Sophomores. Mary has a Teddy Bear — She thinks it very fine; She takes it off to bed with her When it comes bed time. Lost—One small brown curl. Return to-Miss you know. There is a girl in the Freshman class That takes a nap at three, And, if you’d like to know her name, It’s M-a-z-i-e. It is a good thing the photographer had a good camera when he took the Freshman pictures, because they put it to a severe test. There is a boy in our class Who is as funny as he can be; He keeps the class laughing Until they can hardly see. So, when you want to smile And turn that smile to a grin, Just cast your eyes on Harry, The gentleman from Berlin. 1915 The Freshman are a jolly lot And fresh in every way; They are the finest class yet— That’s what some of them say. The Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores Think they are so smart; They seem to have forgotten They had to make their start. The Freshmen may be fresh all right. But on this you can depend: There is still another day to come When we’ll see who’s who, in the end. Summer is coming, So don’t get too smart; And keep on the good side of Earl, For—Oh, you pony cart, (maybe) Rise at four a. m., feed the stock, do the chores, walk four to five miles to school, study hard all day, make the same walk back in the evening, do the same work at night as in the morning, and after all this probably burn the midnight oil on their lessons for the next day. These are the experiences some of the Boxwell students go through to get an education. No wonder they are at the head of their classes. The city pupil is called at seven in the morning, called again at 7:30, gets up at 8 a.m., takes twenty minutes to dress, five minutes for breakfast, and five minutes to get to school, and then is sometimes tardy. He could profit by the Box-well student’s example if he would. Thirty-seven FOOT BALL SEASON OF 1911. Jackson H. S. Rah! Jackson H. S. Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Jackson H. S. Rah! With these few words in their minds, and that gritty spirit in their hearts, which is characteristic of Jackson High’s foot ball teams, our fellows pushed the pigskin across their opponents’ goal lines so many times that it grew to be a habit, while these same opponents had hard work crossing Jackson’s line twice. We were successful from the very start, which can be seen from the result of the first game, on Sept. 30th, with Kingston, here. The visitors were a husky looking bunch and, at first sight, our chances of winning seemed very small, but a few encouraging words from some home friends greatly strengthened our hopes, so we advanced on the field with every man ready to do his best. Every man did it, too. The score being 46-0 in our favor. On Oct. 7, we played Ironton, there, and once more carried away the honors of the day, with a score of 5-0. We would, no doubt, have won by a much larger score, as we had the ball several times within a few feet of Ironton’s goal line, had it not been for the muddy and slippery condition of the field, which prevented our back line from getting the spring to carry the ball over. We next met the Chillicothe boys on the local field, on Oct. 14, and dealt with them as we had with Kingston and Ironton. It seemed at first as if this game was going to end with a tie of 0-0, but in the last quarter Michael, our right-half, by a forty yard run, carried the ball over their goal line, and the game was ours by 5-0. Until this time we had not been scored upon, but our next game ended with a slight defeat. Athens had the pleasure of doing this on our own grounds, on Nov 4. This was the hardest fought game of the season, although the visitors outweighed our team at least ten pounds to the man. But through sheer weight, our opponents slipped a touch-down over our goal line, and won with a score of 5-0. u . On Nov. 11, we played our second game with Ironton, at home, and once more defeated them. This was also a very hard contested game. We succeeded in getting two touch-downs and Jones successfully kicked goal twice, while the other side made one touch-down and kicked goal, thus giving us a score of 12 and them 6. We next made a visit to Chillicothe, on Nov. 18, and there added another game to our victorious list. Although the day was very windy and several of our men were not in fit condition to play, still the Chillicothe players were not able to “stop our fellows in their rushes fierce and strong,’' so they suffered their second defeat from Jackson with a score of 12-2. On Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 30, our boys went to Ironton with a badly crippled team; two regulars were not on hand and only ten eligible men were to be had. Ironton, however, agreed to let us play one ineligible man and the team left, as it had several times before, without a single sub. Ironton was loaded for bear this Thirty-Jiine time and put up a much stronger game than before. The first three quarters were scoreless, but late in the game Art Evans of Ironton, drop-kicked a goal from the forty-yard line, the ball going over by only a few inches, but yet enough to make the final score 3-0 in favor of the boys on the river. Thus, out of the seven foot ball games played during the season, we won five and lost only two, while the total score was 80-16. The manager of this successful team was Vinton E. McVicker and the captain, Eben Jones. The following are the names of the players: Everett Alexander Fletcher Benton David Davis Leon Evans Harold Gahm Bartlett Gibson Eben Jones Ephraim Keller June Marshall Chester McDonald William Michael Wendell Morgan Bernard Scott Ralph Shuter Samuel Slavens Benson Westlake We wish to thank Charles H. Jones, ’02) George Thomas, ’05, HeberGahm ’09, and Marion White, ’09, for the service they gave us in our foot ball work, both in coaching, and in refereeing games. A REVIEW OF THE SEASON A review of the 1911 foot ball season in the South-eastern District of the O. H. S. A. A., so far as we have accurate information, seems to put Jackson High in the second place. This district includes Chilli-cothe, Washington C. H., Greenfield, Portsmouth, Athens, Pomeroy, Wellston, Blanchester, Kingston, Ironton, and Jack-son. The local team easily defeated al[ the teams played, except Athens, to which first place must be conceded on the basis of scores, altho there would probably have been a different story to tell if Athens had not canceled their game with us at Athens, after they defeated us here. Portsmouth also claims a place among the first two or three, but scores indicate that their team was not much better than Ironton’s, and, besides, they played so few games with other schools in the district, that it is hard to determine their position. Perhaps, on the whole, it would be best to place them third. The other schools follow these but the proper order is doubtful. Ironton had several good individual players, but as a team they were not successful. Chillicothe was far below her usual strength, altho a few of her men showed up well. Kingston and Wellston both showed surprising weakness in comparison with their usual strength. With the four other teams of the district we had no experience and so cannot consider them. Coach Crawford, of Ironton H. S., picked an all-star team from Ironton, Portsmouth and Jackson High Schools, for an Ironton newspaper. On it he gave places to Half-back Jones, Quarter back Scott, and Tackle Alexander of Jackson, all three of whom he mentioned in most complimentary terms. Another paper in same city picked a team which included these three and half-back Michael as well. (McV.) BASE BALL, 1911 The baseball team of 1911 was one of Jackson High’s best productions. By successive victories, it won the undisputed championship of the Southeastern District. The first and second games were with Athens, resulting in a 5-3 score for us and a 5-4 score for them. We next defeated Chillicothe in two games, the scores being 7-5 and 19-5, and Wellston once to the tune of 18-2. Then came the final game of the season, played on Decoration Day with Athens, which decided whether Athens jr Jackson should be champions. In this game our fellows showed their colors and won by a score of 6-3. Line-up for the season: Forty Pickrel, catcher Roderick, left field Kinnison, pitcher Christman, center field Alexander, first D. Morgan, second Jones, third Scott, short Westlake and Gray, right field W. Morgan, McCoy and Michael, subs. The battery, Kinnison and Pickrel, was above the average, and the latter’s efficient diiection of the team as captain was re-sponsible in large measure for its success. The manager was Edwin Williams. BASE BALL, 1912. The baseball season of 1912 opened most disastrously for J. H. S. with a 23-0 defeat at Chillicothe on April 20. The J. H. S. boys were unable to solve Miller’s (C. H. S.) delivery and went down in one-two-three order. Christman (J. H. S.) was wild and was hit hard by the blue and white team, giving them ten runs in the fourth. He was replaced later by Jones( who was a little more successful. Jackson’s fielding, while errors were not numerous, showed lack of team work, which it is hoped, can be overcome by proper coaching and hard practice. Score by innings: 123456789 Total C. H. S.-4 0 2 10 1 5 0 1 x 23 J. H. S.-O 00000000 0 The team is directed this year by Everett Alexander, as captain, and William Michael, as manager. Besides this first game, another is scheduled with Chillicothe, and two with Ironton. We go to press too early to include any more games of the 1912 season. Jackson High belongs to the Ohio High School Athletic Association, which includes practically all the important schools of the state. Athletic affairs of the school are managed by the J. H. S. Athletic Association, the president of which is Wendell Morgan, ’1.3. Estimates show that about thirty of the boys in the school, or approximately one third of the total number, have engaged in athletics during the present school year. Investigation at the University of Illinois shows that the students taking part in athletics, working on the college paper, or connected with the literary s( cieties, are better than the average in scholarship. Of the 20 having the lowest average not one was connected with student activities.—The Green and White. The captain of the 1912 foot ball team is Bernard Scott and the manager Samuel Slavens. Thanks are due Mr. Henson for his liberality in lending money to the Association in time of need. Forty-one The first High School social of the year was given at the A. 0. H. Hall about the middle of November, for the benefit of the Athletic Association. An unusually large crowd attended and every one seemed to have a good time. Sandwiches, wieners, and hot chocolate were served early in the evening, and there was (lancing later. About twenty dollars were cleared for the boys. A High School dance was given at the A. 0. H. Hall, on the evening of November the eleventh in honor of the Ironton football team, several of whom were present. Miss ‘Peggy' Boise and Miss Hazel McCaulley of Ironton and Miss Ethel Doerr of Portsmouth, guests of Miss Sibyl Powell, were also among those in attendance. Miss Blanche Alexander, '15, entertained a large number of her friends at a masquerade party on the evening of Feb. ruary the fourteenth. One of the most delightful affairs of the winter was the progressive dinner given by the Pedro Club on the evening of February the thirteenth. There were three courses, the first being at the home of Margaret Mitchell, the second at Gladys Ervin’s and the last at Sibyl Powell’s. After the course at Miss Powell’s, the guests played progressive pedro until a late hour, the prizes being won by Gladys Ervin, Dwight Jones and Wendell Morgan. Twenty guests enjoyed the hospitality of the Pedro Club. About twelve boys and girls under the chaperonage of Miss Grace Hippel and Miss Edith Shuter made up a jolly sleighing party, which went tb Wellston on the evening of February the second. While in Wellston the party visited a restaurant and was well warmed and fed before the return trip. The High School social and dance, which was given at Eagle’s Hall, April 19, for the benefit of the Athletic Association, proved to be a success in both a financial and a social way, for every one had a good time and enjoyed the refreshments of ice cream and cake, and about fifteen dollars were cleared for the association. It is said that the Junior—Senior reception is to be given Friday, May the third, but particulars are not yet known. A committee of eight Juniors is at present making arrangements for it. The commencement exercises will be held on the evening of May 23. At the date of writing, the program has not been arranged. Forty-two W 15 E, ME WI5£ twT 1911 “Did you hear the new opera in New York?” “Yes.” “It was sung in English, wasn’t it?” “I was told so.” “Is your married life one grand sweet song?” Newlywed—“Well, since our baby’s been born, it’s been like an opera full of grand marches, with loud calls for the author every night.” “Have you any invisible hairpins?” “Certainly, madam.” “May I see them, please?” “Just as Millet and the widow were starting down the church aisle, the light went suddenly out.” “What did they do then?” “Kept on going, the widow knew the way.” Mr. Henson—“Give the principal parts of “occido.” Freshie—“0 kiddo, 0 kid dearie, 0 kiss us soon.” Mr. Henson—“David, spell carbon dioxide.” Dave—(receiving happy inspiration)— “C o 2.” Margaret Jones, (coming in five minutes late)—“Is it late?” Mr. Parrot—“No, not for you.” Teacher—Why does the giraffe have such a long neck?” Pupil—“Because its head is so far away from its body.” “Where have you been, James?” “Fishin’.” “Come into the wood shed and we’ll have a whaling expedition.” Louise—“What’s that queer looking thing in your collar?” Erie—“My neck.” Mr. Henson, (in Physical Geography period)—“William, the Hudson river flows into N. Y. Bay, that is its mouth. Now where is its source?” Mike (after careful deliberation)—“At the other end.” “Why, Johnnie, what has happened?” Johnnie (crying)—“Happened nothin’! Pa did it a-purpose ” “I saw a man drop twenty stories the other day and it was a caution the way he swore.” “Swore! after dropping twenty stories?” “Yes. They were in a magazine and he dropped it in the mud.” She (coaxingly)—“Do you love me, darling?” He (fervently) Sweetheart, I love every hair on your bureau!” “Does it cost much to feed giraffes?” “No, a little goes a long way with them.” ' She—“When 1 was in the country last fall I used to take long walks for my complexion every day.” He—“That’s right, my dear. It always is such a distance to the nearest drug store.” Forty-three “She has the prettiest mouth in all the world.” “Oh, 1 don’t know! I’d put mine up against it any time.” He thought his little gift would please, But it only made her sore, For he hadn’t taken off the tag From the five and ten cent store. The Painful Stay The night was cold and dark and dreary; He talked and soon I became quite weary. Eleven-twelve strokes from the clock in the hall, But alas, all the time he continued his call; And the hours passed slow and dreary. I soon became (as I said) quite weary, And tired of hearing him call me deary. My thots were wandering when it struck half past, But the hopes of the youth increased as he “gassed,” And always I grew more weary. “Be still, fond youth, and cease your whining!” Cried papa, upstairs in bed reclining; Thy stay is the longest stay of all; Unless you soon cut short your call, Our parting may be teary.” She (rising from card table) “John, will you please take my hand?’ He follows her into the hall with alacrity, (who?) English Teacher— ‘Fix’ means to fasten, therefore one cannot fix one’s hair; Nature has already accomplished that.” (How about a certain Junior’s?) Found in various examination papers of J. H. S. students: History: The Greeks planted colonies for their food supply. English: He had nothing left to live for but to die. Physiology: The heart is located on the west side of the body. Bobby—“This sailor must have been a bit of an acrobat.” Mama—“Why, dear?” Bobby-- Because the book says, ‘Having lit his pipe, he sat down on his chest.’ ” Botany Teacher—“What plant flourishes most in extreme hot weather?” Brilliant pupil—“Ice plant.” How to Oblige: “Dear teacher,” wrote little Johnny’s mother, “kindly excuse John’s absence from school yesterday, as he fell in the mud. By doing the same you will greatly oblige his mother.” “What do you charge for your rooms?” “Five dollars up.” “But I’m a student—” “Then its five dollars down.” Belated: A man named Shakespeare has been tried and convicted in England on a charge of having stolen bacon. Rather late isn’t it? “Why are some of our Seniors like a ball of string?” “Couldn’t ever guess. Why?” “Because they are so wrapped up in themselves.” Did you ever hear the derivation of the word Sophomore? It comes from two Greek words meaning “wise” and “silly,” in allusion the exaggerated opinion which students at this age are apt to have of their wisdom. The hungry shipwrecked seaman Did not grumble at his fate; He merely took a calendar And bit him off a date. Notice—We apologize most abjectly for inflicting the foregoing on the long-suffering public. It seems to be the rule, however, that an annual must have jokes, and we excuse ourselves on that basis. Jokes are expected, and we had to supply the demand. Forty-four dim tings jFrmu Alumni We wrote to several graduates of Jackson High asking them to contribute a few lines for publication, but up to the time of publication, have heard from only two. We print below the letters of these two, Thomas H. Jones, ’04. O. S. U. Foot Ball Captain and all-Ohio Quarterback in 1'tOO, and Thomas W. Hoover, ’%, Professor of History and Government at Ohio University—Editor Athens, Ohio, March 20, 1912 To my younger brothers and sisters of the Jackson High School: I am asked to represent the class of ’96. 1 don’t know whether it is because I was class historian, or because of my profession that I am to inflict you. Sixteen years ago, with a class of seventeen, we were the largest class in the history of the school. We were high-minded, noble, and unselfish; for above our heads, as we occupied the stage at the Crescent Opera House, was suspended our motto,—“Non nobis sed aliis.” My great “oration” on that occassion was a “Plea for Good Roads.” I can still still see that Liberty township mud with which my shoes were plastered. That is the most extensive experience 1 have ever had in real estate. Just as I had reached the climax in my “oration,” pleading for good roads, not for ourselves, but for others, and pointing to our motto (for that is what Joe Evans told me it meant), a baby back in the audience was so impressed with the sentiment that he gave expression to his delight by giving three cheers for the class of ’96). That was a precocious youngster. He has just now finished his freshman year in the J. H. S., and almost every day he may be seen taking a sister very recent freshman an auto ride over these good roads,—thanks to the class of ’96. We, of the J. H. S. are more closely bound together than those of any other school. There has been a magic touch transmitted from one class to another. The same hand that spanked the naughty members of the class of ’95 (there were none in ’96,) spanked the class of 1912. And every member of every class hopes that same hand will be spared, and will continue to furnish that magic touch upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.” Thomas N. Hoover, Professor of History and Government, Ohio University. To the students, and particularly to the Senior Class, which will admit, 1 am sure, that it is the best and the brightest since the class of 1905:— Having been told that I might say whatever I chose in this letter, 1 am going to write just a few of the thotsthat my heart insists on pushing out thru my pen. First, I want to tell you that this “Annual business” was started, the seed was sown, one day in 1905. when Bob Burnett as editor and “Scrubby” Thomas and “Doc” Gahm as assistants got out an “Annual” on the fly leaf of my song book. True the beginning was small; true the editors came near to martyrdom at the hands of a dear little lady whose name is ----well, it’s nearly like my own, still the acorn was buried and now we have a real live “Annual”. It’s good indeed tho, after seven years, to be able to look back with unfolding memories and feel the heart beat a little faster with the thots of the joys that made their home in our old High School; and I believe that it takes one who has had time to realize it all to tell you all what a splendid happy time you are having and have had. In closing I want the congratulations of the class of 1905, the “Father of your Annual”, to come to you for at last putting the school on the map with an “Annual”. 1 hope you Seniors have gotten some joy an l some knowledge out of your four years just finished. I hope that one-half of my wishes for you all and for our school will come true. Thomas H. Jones. Cleveland, O., Mar 8, ’12 Class of ’05. Forty-six To All Alumni to Whom These Presents May Come, Greeting: Be it known, that a new epoch in the history of our beloved High School is marked by the publication of this Annual, the first ever gotten out by a claas of our membership. This should give the Class of ’12 great distinction in our membership, as previous classes have attempted to issue such a publication, but have failed to do so for various reasons. When we assemble for our annual banquet, a most hearty welcome should be extended to this class for its tenacity of purpose and courage, and some special feature should be introduced in the flows of oratory X X around the festal board at the time, in order to show them the esteem in which they are held by our large and honorable body. This volume, being the first attempt of this kind in our history, doubtless has many weak points, due to lack of experience and the short time in which it was compiled, but we are certain it will be received with great pleasure and perused with the charity and consideration deserved by its unique position in our history, and that it will be referred to in the years to come, by many generations of those who come after us, especially if, as is hoped, succeeding classes desire to get out further editions. A, HISTORICAL It will be impossible to mention every member of our association, first, because of the limited space allowed for this department and second, because of our inability to procure data of the large body of the membership. We have now 550 members and with this year’s class we shall have the large family increased to 575 or more. The largest class was that of 1899 which had 30, and the smallest was that X X PERSONAL Thomas Hoyt Jones, ’05, is making the legal profession of Cleveland sit up and take notice. Daniel Wesley Morgan, ’ll, is directing a part of the affairs of the Standard Oil Company at Columbus. He had been with the firm only a short time when John D retired from active direction of its affairs, so it is reasonable to suppose that Dan made his presence felt sufficiently that the Oil King believed the business was in good hands. [Since the above was written we find that Dan has left the Standard Oil Co. and is now working for a railroad company in Columbus. One of our railroad kings of 1880, the two graduates being Thomas Emmet Moore and John Downey. In 1881, the high school course was increased from three to four years, on which account there was no commencement in ’82. The first class, ’76, had four members, Judge T. A. Jones, of the Circuit Court, of this city; Prof. W. A. Longbon, of Marion, Ohio; Elwood B. Dickason, of this county; and Ripley H. McGhee, deceased. X MENTION must want a vacation this time.—Editor.] McK. Reid Powell, ’09, is engaged in business in Portsmouth. George Shuter, ’08, is traveling for a shoe firm. Carl Summers has written several pieces of music that show great versatility and a true knowledge of the art. Volney Benton, ’08, is assisting the publication of the Portsmouth Blade. Donald Tressler, ’09, will graduate in chemistry at Michigan at the age of 18, after which he expects to pursue further study abroad. Forty-seven L. B. Thomas is president of a bank in Columbus, and is said to be one of the best bankers in the state. “Deacon” Kinnison, ’ll, is a reporter for the “Green and White,” 0. U.’s weekly paper. Louis Pickrel, ’ll, has jumped rijafht into athletics at State, having starred at half for the Freshman foot ball team and also having done some good track work. Lloyd Williams, ’92. is one of the leading attorneys of Toledo. Fred Pickrel, ’03, is located at Wichita, Kansas, but even at that distance was quick to respond to our call for subscriptions to this annual. Frank Crumit, '08, is making a name in the musical world; he is at present traveling on the Keith circuit. Wm. James, formerly one of J. H. S.’s Btar pitchers, has reported for his second season of twirling for the Toledo American Association team. Three alumni are members of the faculty of their old schooh—Principal M. A. Henson, Miss Lucy B. Jones, and Miss Grace Hippel. Everett Barton, President ’ll, resides in Virginia, to which state he moved just after graduation. Thos. N. Hoover, ’96, is a professor at Ohio University. “Bump” Jones, ’08, played quarter on the 0. U. Varsity last season. Owen Roderick, ’07, is practicing law in Columbus. Mrs. Sadie Moore Byers, ’98. is living in Providence, R. I. Mrs. Jennie Evans Phillips, '85, has a position with the public schools in Columbus, being principal of the Eastwood school. Dale Jackson, '10, has recently composed a most noteworthy Irish ballad called “Eileen Moore”, which will soon be published. The following alumni are at present attending college: O. S. U. Stanley Roberts Daniel Coll Katherine Jones Louis Pickrel John E. Foster Paul Shaffer Ora Rice Jas. McKitterick Edwin Williams James Robbins Earl Ray Edward McGhee O. U. Mostyn Jones Edgar Kinnison Earl Kilbury Arthur Gray 0. W. U. Edna Jones OBERLIN Jessie Patterson Lawrence Alexander Irma Davis Anna Maude Jones Helen Thomas STARLING-OHIO MED. COL. Haldor Gahm John Roderick DENISON Elizabeth Matthews Corwin Matthews UNIV. OF MICH. Donald Tressler ST. MARY’S (Dayton) John Crossin WINONA LAKE Gertrude Stern be rger [If anyone has been omitted from the above list we assure you that the omission is unintentional and due to difficulty in securing information, and we beg the pardon of anyone so left out —Editor] The recent book, “The Haunted King”, by Thos. Emmet Moore, ’80, attracteda great deal of attention in the literary worid. Miss Myrta Long, ’87, is living in Texas, Hayden Davis, ’05, and Art Lego, ’07. are employed in the Jackson Post Office. Among the marriages of the past year were that of Charles Kinnison, ’07, and Mabel Gahm, ’08, and that of Emory Morgan, of Oak Hill, and Mary Edna Jones, ’08. Heber Gahm, '09, is well located with the Wear-U-Well shoe store in Chillicothe. Charles Kinnison, ’07, is located at Pittsburg, where he has a Government position in ceramics. Forty-eight Mrs. Josephine Dyer Shoenberger, '89, has not missed an Alumni Banquet since her graduation. James M. McGhee, ’04, is connected with the clerical department of the Jeffrey Manufacturing company at Columbus. Miss Sadie Harrel, ’01, is one of the most trusted and esteemed teachers in our public schools. Two of our worthy Alumni are running neck and neck for the Republican nomination for Probate Judge in this county, Frank DeLay, ’00, and James 0. Tripp, ’01, and as both are highly esteemed wherever known, the result cannot be predicted. Last, but by no means least, B. S. Stephenson, ’96, is rapidly climbing to the top with the Hanna Steel Co., and is now located at Pittsburg. XXX LATE BASE BALL NEWS After their overwhelming defeat at Chillicothe, our fellows got down to work in earnest, with good results, as was shown when, two weeks later, on May 4, they went to Ironton and came away victors in a five-inning game by a score of 9 to 4. Pete Gahm was in the box for J. H. S. and did fine work, for Ironton got only one hit. It was his first appearance as a pitcher, but it wont be his last. The team as a whole played much better ball than at Chillicothe. Westlake’s timely hitting also helped pile up the score. The game was called at the end of the fifth to enable the Jackson players to catch their train. Line up for j. h. s.: Gahm, p.; W. Morgan, c.; Rowe, 1st; Westlake, 2nd, E. Morgan, s. s.; Alexander, 3rd; Marshall, 1. f.; Christman, c. f.; Benton, r. f. Forty-nine TO THE STUDENTS: It is these advertisements that have made this Annual possible. Show your appreciation by patronizing the merchants represented. Fifty Ma (TIXobe “The Shop For Women.” Dr. J. B. Griffiths THE RESTAURANT Dentist. EAT jc Office, E. Main St. It didn’t hurt a b't Telephone 199. Jackson, O. Wm. Callahan - Proprietor. Dr. W. D. Phillips Dentist H. E. Scliellenger Corner of Main and Church Sts. Jackson, O- Dentist. Fifty-one WHEN YOU THINK Of Pianos, Player Pianos, Talking Machines and Sheet Music, think of H. C. Summers Son Everything in Music. Broadway Sts. Jackson, Ohio. Ewing’s Shoe Shop Best of Everything for your feet. J. J. Davis. Lester Davis. J. J. Davis Son Successors to Bedel Davis. Jewelers and Opticians Broadway. Jackson, Ohio. Quality Clothes Correct Furnishings. Real Merchant Tailoring. Opp. Court House CLAAR BROTHERS Fifty-two Model Bakery Fresh Bakery Goods Daily Main Street. H. B. SHAFFER Druggist. Proadway—-Pearl Sts. MICHAEL’S The Old Reliable Bargain Store Call and see us. THE BAZAAR Anything at the Right Price Frank Baldridge Go To J. Abraham For Ice Cream, Candy, Fruit Of All Kinds. JONES MILLINERY Has a Fine Assortment. Opposite Post Office. Wall Paper Window Shades Mouldings Picture Frames Im. Art Glass, etc In all styles at lowest prices at Alexander's Book Store Hello 248. Broadway. THE HAT SHOP Everything new. No old stock Give us a call. CALDWELL WEED, Proprietors. Fifty-three Engraving for this Annual made by Bucher Engraving Company Columbus, Ohio. A Specialty of High Class School and College Engravings. Fifty-four TO THE GRADUATES! OUR ESSAY: Remember, dear children, as you journey through life, who it was that provided you with such nice clothes, suits, dresses, fancy goods, etc., all these long years that you were attending school. Be very thankful indeed for all those nice things that you have received, and never lose sight of the fact that it was your dear parents who provided you with those nice things and they, of course, bought them at Stephenson and Foster’s: so you can plainly see, had it not been for Stephenson and Foster, you probably would not have had such nice things to wear, and it goes with_ 1 out saying, that this old reliable firm is still in business at the same old stand dish, j ing out more and more pretty goods day by day as time rolls by. Now on exhibition are many lovely spring suits, dresses, silks, fancy goods. white goods, draperies etc., and we will try and serve you better in the future if possible. Wishing you one and all a pleasant and prosperous journey through life, and ! remember, if you buy your goods of us you get spotted pony contest tickets free. 1 Now, isn’t this a good essay and one well worth remembering? STEPHENSON FOSTER. GO TO THE Modern Shoe Shop For Up-to-date Repairing. Opposite Post Office. Josb.ua Thomas Telephone No. 388 Masonic Temple. Goods delivered free. See W. S. Arthur S. J. MORGAN At Manhatten Restaurant. Dealer in For Meals and Dry Goods, Groceries, Flour, Produce ...Luncheon... Jackson, Ohio. Broadway. Jackson, Ohio. Fifty-five HARDWARE For Hard Wear CALLAHAN MOTZ Opposite Court House. Jackson, Ohio. For sale by The Cavelt Jones Clothing Co, Jackson and Oak Hill. Base Ball Scores by Innings at the Smoke House FOGARTY’S FAIR FOR WALL PAPER. Fifty-six THE R. W. THOMAS SHOE CO CCLASSYXFOOTWiflR) For Men, Women and Children. Expert Shoe Fitting 231 Broadway. Jackson, Ohio. The Most Beautiful Woman! There are moments in one’s life when one decides that the most beautiful woman in the world is the silver phiz on the American dollar. You can save several of these “phizes” each month by buying your Hardware, Granite Ware, Spalding’s Base Ball Goods, Lawn and Porch Swings, and in fact almost everything that is loose at one end, of JACKSON HARDWARE CO. Good Goods Always and Price Always Right. Fifty-seven The Good Looking Shoes You See Your Friends Wear Gome i?™™ — fcl H. Stephenson Company W Get youfS thefe G .C .Mitchell Finest line of Staple and Fancy Groceries in the city. Courteous Treatment and Prompt Service. Your Patronage Solicited. Fifty-eight