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

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 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

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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

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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