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

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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

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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

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(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