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

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1914 volume:

VOLUME NUMBER THREE 1914 PRICE, FIFTY CENTS TITLE. CONTENTS. PAGE Dedication........................................................................... 3 High School Buildings, photographs................................................... 4 High School Yell..................................................................... 5 Contents............................................................................. 7 Faculty............................................................................ 8 “A Race With Death , Prize Story, by Byrd Stout......................................10 “Our Faculty’’, a poem, by Ethel Eubanks.............................................11 Senior Class, photograph.............................................................12 Senior Notes.........................................................................13 Arthur Roberts, Senior Class President, photograph...................................15 Senior Photographs...................................................................16 “The Masculine Side of the Seniors’’, a poem.........................................24 Senior Class History.................................................................25 Senior Prophecy......................................................................26 “Strikes and Fits’’, a story, by Alma Miller.........................................29 “Boxwell’s Version of Spring,” a poem, by Harold Jones............................. 31 “The Capture”, a story, by Grace Hood................................................32 Osky-Wow’s War Correspondent’s Note..................................................34 Senior Class Song, by Kthel Eubanks..................................................35 “Ohio”, a poem.......................................................................36 Board of F'.ditors, photograph.......................................................37 Editorials...........................................................................38 Junior Notes.........................................................................41 Junior Class Photograph.........!....................................................42 Sophomore Class Photograph...........................................................44 Sophomore Notes..................................................................... 45 Freshman Class photograph.?..........................................................46 Freshman Notes..................................................................... 47 Athletic Department................................ .................................48 Alumni Notes.........................................................................52 “Stumped, a story by Harold Jones...................................................56 “My Osky Wow , a poem.............................................................. 77 JE.VE.N - Miss Edna Jones, B. A. Miss Lucy B. Jones, Latin. Mathematics. M. A. Henson, M. A. History. Miss Edna Houser, Daniel M. Morgan, English and German. Music James E. Newell, M. A. Mathematics and English. nine PR I VA STORY “A RACE WIrrH DEATH” BY BYRD STOU T ’ Twas the evening; of my first day in high school and what a feeling of joy was passing over me as I sat thinking of the events of the day Soon, however, my thoughts changed and I began thinking of the risk I was running of getting caught and initiated. This apprehensive reverie was broken by my father’s voice: “I should like for you to go up street for me this evening,’’ he was saying. “Very well,” said I, arising from my chair. After determining the nature of the errand, I got my cap and started. Before I had gone very far, while passing a dark alley, I was suddenly surrounded and seized by many hands. 1 would have raised a “kick’’ in objection to this treatment but someone grabbed my feet, and as soon as I began to “set up a howl’’ someone stuffed his dirty handkerchief or fist, I don’t know which, into my mouth. After that I gave up all hope of escape and went along as meek as a lamb. 1 was blind-folded and taken down the alley. After zig-zagging thru a labyrinth of alleys and narrow streets we finally came to a stop. Here they turned me around several times and then led me down “forty-eleven” flights of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs we wound around several subterranean passages and at last emerged into some sort of a room. I could hear talking and laughter and when the blind-fold was removed I nearly fainted, such a sight it was. 1 was surrounded by upper classmen of all descriptions who were laughing at and jeering me and occasionally someone would shove me, jab me in the ribs or do some other of the innumerable things which only a boy can think of. In front of me extending almost the entire length of the room was a smooth track which was, at a guess, ten feet wide. This was lined on either side by upper classmen. One boy was sitting on a platform which was somewhat raised. He seemed to be sort of a leader or judge. Suddenly the talking ceased, the judge was speaking. “The time has come for the Treshie’ to decide whether or not he shall continue to enjoy life.” I could feel big chills chasing each other down my spinal column. The judge went on, “ The condition is this: he shall run a race with ‘Death’; if he wins in the contest he will be allowed to depart unmolested, if not—” here he paused, and reaching behind him, he raised a piece of rope with a noose in one end and then pointed to a large ring fastened in the ceiling. He then commanded, “Death” will now appear!” Neither time nor space will permit me to describe my feelings during this interview. My readers can better imagine them. Then “Death” appeared. He was death with a vengeance. A tall skeleton, scantily dressed in a flowing sheet and incessantly kept rattling a skull and thigh-bone together. On the whole he was a very formidable opponent in a race in which my life was staked. However I was not allowed much time for meditation. In a few minutes the judge spoke, “On your mark!” and I, a FRESHMAN, was forced to line up beside that horrible creature called “Death.” The judge went on, “Get set!”, and followed it with the word, “Go!” Although I was frightened “almost entirely out of my wits,” 1 was not going to give up without a struggle. So off I start- TEN ed at top speed, which was not very fast considering I was very much fatter and not so tall as I now am. Before I had gone very far I was almost run down. My breath came in quick, short gasps. I could hear the unearthly sound of those bones. Once when I glanced back over my shoulder to see where he was. I mentally concluded that he was the liveliest Death I had ever encountered. He kept very close to me but did not try to forge ahead. By this time, the upper classmen had resumed their laughing and jeering. As I was nearing the end, that is the end of me and not the track, someone shot out his foot and tripped me up. I fell heavily and started to rise, rubbing my head as I did so-just then I heard my father’s voice, I wonder what’s wrong with that boy of late, he can’t sit down a minute without going to sleep and falling out of his chair.” “OUR FACULTY.” Three cheers and a tiger for the faculty Of the jolly J. H. S. . They’re the wisest lot of instructors That ever did students bless. Supt. Kinnison heads the list With hair, once red, turned gray; And in joke or pun or stern command, That twinkle e’er in his eye doth stay. Prof. Henson, wise as principals come, The second in this list; But second in wisdom? Ah! dear no, He has not first place missed. Prof. Parrot, rich in science deep And all that bothersome stuff, Tries strenuously it to explain, ’Till the poor student cries, “Enough!” M iss L. B. Jones, our great Math, shark. Is brilliant, versatile and wise; Her glory is her queenly height, Her wisdom, all the students prize. Prof. Newell comes with a “see here folks” To teach that Geometry hard; And English, too, the Ereshman’s lot, By which many reports are marred. M iss Edna Jones, our learned Latin sage, Delves deep in ancient narration, She teaches it all with a glad little smile And makes easy a hard translation. Fraulein Houser, our Deutche Leherim Last, if in quantity, not in quality, Teaches us Deutch quite merrily But permits not the least frivolity. Then three cheers give with a right good will For our faculty learned and wise, And three cheers, too, for the J. H. S., The High School we always will prize. —Ethel Eubanks, ’14. ELEVEN SENIOR CLASS 14 Motto: “No Honor Without Labor.” Flower: Carnation. Colors: Cherry and Black. CLASS ORGANIZATION: Arthur Roberts, - President Lucile Aten, - Secretary and Class Historian Inez I'awes, - Vice President 1 helma Walker, - Class Prophet Helen Brokenshire, - Treasurer Rip! Rah! Rip! Roar! True to the core! Rip! Rah! Rip! Roar! Class of one, nine, one four. NT. Kinnison— Are you girls back there cold?” Shuters—“Yes, sir.” Mr. K. Don’t you feel sorry for her, boys?” One I hursday morning after scripture reading and prayer Mr. Henson took up the morning offering. [Collection for concert. ] Thelma Who is a pound-keeper?” Answer—“ I he man who makes bologna.” An Editorial, by “Gus” Shuters, copied from the ‘‘Senior:” Art . 1 wu7, out in the country and come to sine-post at the X roads and a notis on the post sed, “ I his will take you to Wells-ton.” Well I got on the thing set there 4 hrs. and then i asked Art, “i wonder when the thin’s a-goin’ to start?” haculty’s method of gaining attention: Mr. Henson clears his throat and snaps his fingers. THIRTCF.N Mr. Parrot says “come class, get a little closer. ” Mr. Newell says “see here folks.’ Miss Houser makes big eyes. Miss Edna Jones snaps her fingers real LOUD. Miss L. B. Jones gives SO minute lectures. Lew Bragg, translating Immensee: — “To-day, only to-day, am I so beautiful.” Class Roars. Lew, looking around—“Isn’t that right?” Miss Houser—‘ Quite right, Lewis.” Ah, Lew, flattery is vain. Mr. Henson—“When was George Washington born?” Bill Roderick—“February 22nd, 1732. A. D.” Mr. H.—‘‘What does the A. D. mean?” Bill—“After dark,” I suppose. Miss Houser sings a touching little ballad, “Mr. Henson get the paddle, Shuters won’t stay after school. ” Senior class has adopted Buckwheat as its class flour. Shuters—“’Lo, Art. Art — “Hi, Shuters.” Senior Catastrophes: Dick was bit on the forehead one morning: by his wife. Shuters received a deep gash in his head, the night of Helen Brokenshire’s party. Mabel Johnson attempted to commit suicide by falling down the school house steps. Mr. Henson burnt his finger on the stove one morning. Jim Plummer was shot through the finger during hunting season. Inez was bitten on the lip last fall. A crawfish attempted to sever one of Parrot’s fingers. Mr. Henson had his face cut at the same time Jim was shot. Lucile Aten murdered a spider under her desk. Sundry sore arms after the vaccination season. Art Roberts chloroformed his cat. Last fall Joe Stevens wore a pansy to school in his coat lapel to celebrate his cat's birthday. The class is sorry to say that two Senior girls, Ruth and Inez, were arrested for driving on the wrong side of the street, this year. I stole a kiss the other nite, And now my conscience hurts me some; I think I’ll have to take it back And put it where I got it from. — “Shakespeare. ” AN EXAMPLE? Mr. Parrot, in Physicial Geography class— “You remember that piece of quartz I brought the other day, and I said it would scratch glass” and just then he began scratching his head. MEANING WHAT? Mr. Parrot—“You can travel much cheaper on water than you can on the sea.’’ Rather strange, one day, Mr. Henson first asked if any of the girls had any money for him and then he dropped a gentle hint that some wives have property. An Editor’s troubles are a good example of perpetual motion. “maybe it gives him the toothache.” Mr. Henson, one day, was naming the essential parts of a cake, but for some reason he omitted the icing. Mr Henson—“Name the principal causes of Adam’s administration.” One day Mr. Parrot said something about camels having big feet, and then Bill Long stuck out his number elevens (3rd Class) and then said, “Wonder if I’m a descendant of the camel?’ ’ Bill Roderick—“I heard Mr. Kinnison beat his wife up this morning.” Dick Allen—“She wouldn’t be the first person, would she, Joseph?” Last fall while the new cement floor was being put in the basement of the new' high school building the Seniors were entertained by the delightful songs which the fellows sang while working. It was such entertainment which prompted the writing of the following poem: While in stupid recitation Or in silent meditation Breaks forth in joyful exultation One engaged in “cementation”, From the stilly depths below, Comes the sound now high, now low, All the class in mirth divulge, And in classics rare indulge. -“Milton.” In the year nineteen hundred and twenty-four In the town of Jackson, out of an airship door Stepped a lady; where had we seen her before? Oh yes! She belonged to the class of ’ 14. All was changed, she looked around But nothing familiar had she found. At length she said, “I’ll go to school, The place where I used to act ‘the fooi’.” As she entered the beautiful hall, She cried, “Oh nothing is similar at all!” But as she entered the large class room There stood—yes he was still in a fume, Yes, there he stood —it seemed a “mystery” But he still held that old Fiske’s “Histry”. — “Our Piggy.” FOURTEEN ARTHUR EWING ROBERTS, President Senior Class, ’14. Base Ball, ’13 Foot Ball, T2; Mgr., ’13. I hy silence quite becomes thee, little man. fifteen RALPH SHUTER President Athletic Association, ’13—’14. President Junior Class, ’13. Business Manager Osky Wow, 14. Foot Ball ’ll, ’12, ’13. I may look like a lady’s man, but I’m not. MABEL JOHNSON Osky Wow Staff, ’14. “She is as fair and pure as a lily that had bloomed in Paradise.” BENSON WESTLAKE Foot Ball, ’ll, T2, 13. Base Ball, ’12, ’13; Captain, 14. ‘A moral, sensible, and well bred man.” Esther McDonald “Next to love, quietness.” JIXTEEN WILLIAM LONG Osky Wow Staff, ’12. Foot Ball, ’12, ’13. “I hear a hollow sound; who rapped my skull?” THELMA WALKER Osky Wow Staff, T3. Class Prophet, ’ 14. “Calm, cool, and collected.” EDWIN OSBORN Editor-in-chief, Osky Wow, T4. “A real nice boy of conscientious, toilsome habits.'' ETHEL EUBANKS Osky Wow Staff, ’12. ‘Woman’s faith and woman’s trust, Write the characters in dust.” iEVENTEEN HELEN COLES Junior Social Committee, ’13. ‘Thus shines a good maid in a naughty world.” CHLOE WOODRUFF ‘‘A farmer’s life, is the life for me.” ATHOL LLOYD Osky Wow Staff, T3. “Little I know, but to know all is my ambition.” OR EL LA WHETSEL “Call me a student.”' EIGHTEEN PRESTON TURNER Foot Ball, T2. “Nature has framed strange fellows in her time.” GLADYS SHIVELY “Good nature and good sense must ever join.” LEWIS BRAGG “Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me.” HELEN BROKENSHIRE Senior Class Treasurer, ’14. “Of manners gentle, and affections mild.” NINETEEN BLAINE MATTHEWS Foot Ball 13. Junior Class Treas., ’13. “The man of the hour. ” LUCILE ATEN Senior Class Secretary, ’14. Senior Historian, T4. “Wise and good as she is fair.” RODNEY ALLEN Base Ball, T3. “As modest and attractive as a blushing maid.” INEZ TAWSE Vice Pres. Senior Class, T4. “A thousand kisses buy my heart from me.” TWENtr JOSEPH STEVENS Junior Social Committee, ’13. Next to your mother, whom do you love?” ANNA ASHLEY Quiet, reserved and studious is she. ’ JAMES PLUMMER ‘Like two single gentlemen, rolled in one.” MARY CHERRING TON “Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in women.” TWENTE-ONE BRYAN LEGO “An ideal gentleman.” RUTH CHRISTMAN “A mighty hunter and her prey was man. ELLSWORTH ROWE Base Ball, T2, T3. “I’ve never felt the kiss of love, nor maiden’s hand in mine.” MAUD SCURLOCK “A careful student she has been.” TWENTY-TWO ROGER THOMAS Foot Ball, ’12. A dignified man of vast knowledge is he. FAYE SMITH Fate tried to conceal her, by naming her Smith. MARGARET ROBBINS For she was a girl of courage, and that’s the main thing.” (Photograph Not Submitted.) WILLARD HIPPLE Base Ball, ’12, ’13. “Why, he’s a man of war!” TWENTT-THREE fHaaruliuc UV of the S rntora The masculine Seniors number ten, Of various names and occupations. And in this masterpiece 1 have written I make some slight prognostications. We have two grocers, Dick and Jim, To compare these would not be right, For they are two such direct antonyms With Jim so fat and Dick so slight. And next on the list of names there come Those of two scentists, Bill and Brains Whose great discoveries (that have made the world hum) Are the system of the wireless and why it rains. Then come two druggists—Oh my land sakes! Their names I’ll give, Edwin and Bryan Whose many and grave and great mistakes Have caused some men in their graves to be lyin’. Then there’s a farmer, Benson Westlake, Who grows great patches of seedless potatoes. And it is said that now he is trying to make Blackberry bushes grow ripe tomatoes. Now come the two I most forgot, They answer to the names of Joe and Blaine. To them I’ll give one parting shot, They surely have got the girl on the brain. The last ones named, it’s their own fault, Are those two loafers, Shuters and Art, Who never did nothin’ to earn their salt, And it don’t ’pear like they was goin’ to start. — Arthur Ewing Robkrts, T4. TWENTY -FGt'R A complete and detailed history of the class of ’14 will not answer to the call of my memory, so the reader will have to submit to merely a brief survey of some of the most interesting incidents in connection with our four years of High School life. First as Freshmen we became a part of thai division of the school called the High School, which, although it is so closely connected with the first part of our school life, yet seemed to us far separated from it. Our hearts were so filled with pride at the thought of being the first Freshman class to enter the new High School Building; but in this we were greatly disappointed, for the building was not completed in time, as I suppose you all know. Nevertheless we were F reshmen whether we were to occupy a room in the new building or in the old, and that thought alone was enough to make us very proud. On the first day we entered upon our new life with fear and trembling, for everything was carried on in a manner strange indeed to us; and we now had so many teachers, while before we had been accustomed to having only one per year. We did our best in our work that year, excepting that one “freshie” gave, “think-thank-thunk’ ’ for the principal parts of think, and another said to the teacher one day, Mcthinks I’d like to have a drink.” I think you 1! all agree that these “freshies” did better than the best. But we were only “freshies ” TWtNTr-FIVt. HISTORY. '14 The next year we felt so much more important for we were really Sophomores. That year was filled with many interesting experiences. The literary programs during that year were varied and interesting, and I’m sure they will always be a source of pleasant memories to the members of the class of ’14. Also the great spelling match between the F'reshman and Sophomore classes was an event which we looked forward to and took part in with great interest and excitement. More important still did we feel the next year, when we were Juniors, for then we had the privilege of organizing the class. We took advantage of this privilege, and Ralph Shurer was elected President, Blaine Matthews, Treasurer, and the writer Secretary. During that year we paid an interesting visit to the Car Shops. [I do not know how interesting it was to the shops, but it was interesting to us.] We were cheered and encouraged every week of that year by a certain publication called “The Junior Times,” edited by a member of our class Then our time, attention, [and money] were occupied at the end of the year by the preparations for the great Junior-Senior Reception, and I think that we were well repaid for all that we did in preparation for that event. Our Senior year has been an interesting one and one long to be remembered, if only for one thing, that the course of events was changed, so that we were all permitted (?) to take the examinations at the end of each semester. One beautiful day during the first part of this year we went to visit the Rocky Mts. by the way of Broad St., West St., State St., and across a certain green field to a slack pile [the Rockies], How simple and yet how wonderful! We also paid a visit to Dr. McClung’s dwelling to see a horse perform by moving a house; and then on the way back to the school building we were startled by a trembling of the earth, somewhat similar to a slight earthquake. Upon inquiry we found that it was caused by the fall of a certain Senior boy. [Guess who.] Our weeks of study during the first part of the year were brightened by a certain weekly paper called “The Senior,” edited by the editor of “The Junior Times’ of the previous year We always looked forward eagerly to Monday morning, which brought with it “The Senior;” but for some reason unknown to the writer the paper was discontinued, and we have missed it greatly. Other events of interest have also happened, such as the organizing of the class, and the choosing of the class pin, colors, Hower and motto, but these will be discussed in another part of the Annual, so 1 will bring this to a close with three cheers for our faculty, who have so kindly and faithfully helped us through our four years of work, and with a hearty good wish for the success of each member of our beloved class of ’14. By Lucile Aten, Class Historian, ’14. “SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY. By THELMA WALKER. '14. Class Prophet. One bright sunny day in early June, I was sitting in my room at the Waldorf talking to my friend, I.ucile Aten, whom 1 had not seen for several years, but we had regularly corresponded. She had been teaching in the northern part of Ohio, while I had been writing serials and short stories for several New York magazines. But I had worked too hard, and the result was, my nervous system was completely broken down. When I found myself stranded, 1 wrote to Lucile asking her to come, and she had been with me about eight weeks up to this time. While we were talking a knock came i the door; and when Lucile opened it, she found the bell boy there with a box of flowers. She laid them in my lap and I carelessly took off the lid, for flowers had been common occurrences during my illness. But what a delightful surprise! Great, long-stemmed red carnations lay in purest beauty before my eyes, while the card attached proclaimed the sender to be my dearest New York friend, Mary Cherring-ton, who also wrote for the magazines, “ I he first red carnations since the day I graduated with that dear old class of ’14— TWENTT-JIX let me see—Why, Lucile! Just ten years ago to-day! Could anything be more appropriate? What fine times we did have. I wonder what has become of all the boys and girls?” We sat there until the Doctor made his daily visit, talking eagerly of our old school days. He found me much improved, but recommended travel, and change of scene. After he had gone, we planned our trip, for I had decided immediately to go, if l.ucile might be persuaded to accompany me. Laughingly, I said, “Let us take the trip around the world we planned so long ago in Mr. Henson’s History classes,” and Lucile added, “Yes, and visit all our old school mates that we know of.” So the joke suddenly became reality, and three days later we sailed on the new steamer “Princess Alice” for Europe. The first night at supper I sat next to a sociable young gentleman who made himself very agreeable to a stranger taking her first trip, and who seemed to know a great deal. During our conversation I learned that he had once lived in Jackson, and after telling him that I had lived there also, I inquired his name, and he said, “Rodney Allen.” I then told him mine and introduced l.ucile, and he pointed out a gentleman to his right and said that he was Arthur Roberts, with whom we were glad to renew acquaintance. I inquired what they were doing at present and Rodney said they were in a firm of “ship builders and owners” and were out with the vessel on its maiden voyage. They told us that William Long was its wireless operator. After supper we went up on deck with i our new found friends, and they introduced us to a tall, elegant young lady, promenading with an officer in uniform, as Esther McDonald. She had enjoyed life at the cqpit 1 for a year, and was no.v going abroad for the same length of time, she said. Her friend and schoolmate, Inez Tawse, had married a French nobleman, and she intended to visit her. I herad afterward that Inez had been presented at court and was famed for her beauty. She also told us that Ruth Christman had married a young fellow from Chillicothe, Ohio, and was now living happily in Wisconsin. Mabel Johnson I had frequently met in New York, for she was a noted pianist and singer, and much sought after in that city. So the “Rig Four” were scattered far and wide. Three days later we landed, and proceeded directly to Berlin, for there my old school chum, Ethel Eubanks, was studying music. After graduating from Otterbein University, she had come here. In her last letter she said her work was almost finished, and then she was going to take up Lyceum work. We were not disappointed in our welcome and lingered several days. About one week later we had gone out with a party of tourists to the ruins of Rome, and found there a party of students and professors excavating. They were in an earnest discussion about something they had found, and one of the professors, who noticed that we were listening too, looked up and smiled. My astonishment knew no hounds. Mr. Parrot without a douht, and before I could utter a sound, Lucile had called him by name. He came over to us, and after we expressed our surprise at meeting here, he called three of the students to him and said, “You will perhaps remember these gentlemen as Athol Lloyd, Roger Thomas and Joseph Stevens. I he next day while outwalking we came across a gentleman who was sitting on a broken column in the shade, looking very pale. He asked us if we could tell him where to get a carriage to take him back to the hotel. We didn't know, as we were strangers also, and then we found that this was James Plummer, who was traveling for his health. Two days later at Florence, we met Helen Brokenshire in the art gallery. She TWI.NTT-.StVtN had perfected the talent she had shown in the old high school days and was now a famous artist with many beautiful pictures to her credit. We went from here to Cairo, and the day after our arrival, went out to see the pyramids. Among the throng of travelers that day we met Mr. Henson and he was accompanied by a gentleman wearing a moustache. For this reason I didn’t know him until Mr. Henson introduced him as Elsworth Ro we. Several months more were spent in the old world without meeting any one else we knew, and then we decided to return home by way of San Francisco. On the first evening of our arrival, I was reading the “Times” when my eyes fell on this in large type, “New Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.” Being curious to know who it could be, I read on and found it was no other than Blaine Matthews of the class of ’14. In my last letter from Maud Scurlock, who is teaching German in Jackson high, she said that Chloe Woodruff had been teaching school, but not having made a success of it, it was easy for Benson West-lake to persuade her to change her name, and now they were living on a farm in Nebraska, where Benson was farming scientifically. Here we stopped for one day and then went on to visit our old home. We got off at the H. V. depot and slowly climbed the Cambrian hill. On the corner where we formerly read “Lewis’ Drug Store,” it now read “Lego Hippel’s Drug Store.” We stopped long enough to speak to the proprietors who, among other things, told us that Orella Whetsel was now Mayor of the town, and had demonstrated the wisdom of Woman Suffrage. She had as her able assistant, Preston Turner, Sheriff. Going down Broadway we met a young lady who immediately recognized us, and came up smiling and called us by name. Then we remembered Helen Coles, whom we were very glad to see, and she told us that she was a Red Cross nurse I thought then, how fitting it was, for Helen was always quiet in voice and manner. We three then turned our steps toward the old school buliding. But what a change! The old building had been torn down, and nothing remained to show there had ever been one. We crossed the lot and went into the hall of the building on Portsmouth St,, now in such a state of perfection as hardly to be recognizable. We met the principal in the hall, and he treated us very courteously. We told him we were once students there, and would like to visit the different rooms. He told us that his name was Ralph Shuter, and took us into our old room first, where Annie Ashley was teaching Agriculture. We heard from her that Gladys Shively, Margaret Robbins and Faye Smith had a chicken ranch in Texas and were making a success of it. Last, but not by any means least, we heard that Edwin Osborn was the minister of one of the largest churches in Philadelphia. So ended the most delightful year of my life. I have had rest and a visit to old friends, and now I am back in New York ready for work again. My health is entirely regained, and Lucile remains with me for the present TWE.NTT-E.IOHT “STRIKES AND FUST By Alma G. “Laws o’ Mercy, child, ain’t you jest about roasted?” asked Aunt Maria, as she entered the preacher’s house through the hack door and greeted his better half with these words. Outside, the July sun beat down, heedless of the inconvenience it bestowed upon suffering mankind. Inside, it was still warmer and almost as warm as that place the Bible describes, for it was baking day in the minister’s kitchen The bread was rising and two large cakes were ready to be iced. Mrs. Jackson peeped into the oven, where four pies were becoming a beautiful appetizing brown, before she ventured to answer Aunt Maria. “Yes, I am rather hot, but you see we are expecting ten members of the Bible School to come this afternoon, and with those five mischievous children of mine, I will have my hands full for a few days, so I decided to bake this morning,” she said wearily. “If that don't beat all earthly things, heard or unheard of,” bewailed Aunt Maria; “it’s a downright pity, but I’ll do anything I kin fer you. Perhaps you could send two of the preachers over to my house fer bed an’ victuals, fer you know Tony an’ me hav lived alone so long it ’ill be jest a circus to hev some one about. Course, if they be very stuck up like most preachers is, I reckon Tony an’ me will be kind o’ coarse, but I hold myself jest as good as them or anyone else, that I do. I’m good from heart, fer I ain’t stoled nobody’s chickens an’ never harmed my neighbors, an’ I tell you what, if they was more people like that, we wouldn’t need so many o’ them Bible Schools. I be plain spoken an’ outright in all my transactions, an’ I ain’t ’shamed o’ it, neither.” “You are so kind to me and it would be such a help, that I will accept your kind Miller, ’15. offer, but are you sure it won’t inconvenience you?” anxiously asked Mrs. Jackson. “It won't be a mite o’ trouble to me, fer you know we got plenty o’ beds and garden sass; an’ don’t you go an fritter yourself into a stew over your work, fer what you can’t git done, the Lord ’ill give you credit fer anyway. ” So Aunt Maria hurried home to prepare for her company. The next morning at the church, Aunt Maria’s visitors were praising her cooking ability, and the others said, “Well, as far as the cooking goes, we are very well satisfied, but the sleeping part overbalances that. We were put into a large room where there were three beds; all eight of us crowded into them. That wasn't so bad, but about the time we were entering into sleep, a series of screams and yells evoked from the next room First, the baby had the colic and kept us awake until one o’clock; and at succeeding intervels of about fifteen minutes, every one of them cried for a drink. About three o’clock, we were aroused by a terrible scream and heard Jimmy tell his mother the Gypsies were after him. By four o’clock we heard Brother Jackson calling the cows and we knew it was time for us to be up. If we have another night like that we will ask Sister Maria to take us in as boarders.” That night it was a little worse, for two children contracted measles and croup, which excited the whole household, so the preachers packed their suitcases and morning found them cosily ensconced at Aunt Maria’s house. This day was extremely hot and Aunt Maria’s circus was started. Everything went smoothly, until she heard that the icemen had gone on a strike. Now, Aunt Mara was a queer sort of a person. She was all right if everything went her way, but now that she was unable to secure the TWENTT-NINE ice, she not only abused her husband, but everything went wrong and everything was in her way, even her pet cat, Clothilde. “Dear Tony,” she lamented, “We ain’t goin’ to get no ice, an’ we can’t have no iced tea, nor lemonade, nor sherbet, an’ the butter ’ll be thinner than oil.” “Well, Maria, it is God’s will an’ we’ll have to make the best of it. I reckon those men hev read their Bibles enough to know that we can’t hev everything to suit ourselves,” said good natured Uncle Tony. The Maker had given Aunt Maria an inventive temperament which persistently came to her aid in unfortunate moments, so she was not long in solving her way out of the difficulty. As usual, Tony was a chief factor in her schemes, and obediently came to her call. “Tony,” she began, with a commander-in-chief attitude, “You go an’ git that there wheelbarrow out there, an’ go down to the ice-house an’ haul me home some ice, an’ everything ’ill be lovely.’’ But Tony was not to be used as a pack-horse and hotly retorted, “Huh! what d’ you think I be, a delivery wagon? 7'hem there Gospel preachin’ men ain’t a doggone bit better than me, an’ it’s been hotter days than this, when you wouldn’t get no ice fer iced tea nor lemonade, an’ the ice man stoppin’ right afore your very door.” Then Aunt Maria said, with tears that would have been a credit to Niobe, “Why do I have such luck when I’m willin’ to work for God’s prophets? Oh, dear! God must have forsaken me to send me such bad luck.” Words, remonstrances and expostulations were equally useless, and Tony, with a lingering glance at his Frau, took the wheelbarrow and trudged to the ice-house, contemplating why men are so susceptible to women’s tears. When her grief had subsided, she looked around for Tony, but no Tony could be found, and a new outburst of passion fol- lowed, “I’d bet my best jar o’ pickles that he’s gone down to Zeke Jones’blacksmith shop to chew the rag and smoke. 1 alk about women folks bein’ gossipy, why, he kin gether more news there in fifteen minutes than I kin at our Thimble Club in two hours. Now, Clothilde, you git out o’ my way, when I got the most work tt� do you’r always strangled around my feet, an’ scaring the livin’ life out o’ me.” Her display of vocal accomplishments was accompanied with a kick, by which the cat was transported across the room, express prepaid. Clothilde had been quite a pet and unaccustomed to harsh treatment, so she was thrown into such a panic that she crawled up the screen door, and from there over the bed and onto the wardrobe with Aunt Maria and the broomstick in pursuit, but Clothilde could not be coaxed to leave her place of refuge. Tony was just returning with the ice, and entered the house wondering what the commotion could be. “Oh Tony, even my Clothilde has gone into a fit an’ is up on the wardrobe an’ I can’t make her come down,’’ sobbed Aunt Maria. “Well, no wonder; 1 guess you skeered her into fits. Don’t blame her fer goin’ where it’s high, fer I’d like to git on a house when you git started,” responded • Tony. But Aunt Maria had seen the ice, and the cat’s fits were insignificant matters. “God is good! God is merciful! I knowed he would hear my prayer an’ send me the ice! How good God is! He sent me the ice,” she exclaimed, but Tony wiped the perspiration from his face and again his righteous indignation rose to fever heat. “It wasn't God that heard your prayer, it was me, an’ I got the ice fer you. I thinks you ought to be praisin’ me instead o’ God, fer how could he send you ice in summertime? It’d melt before it got here” he retorted scornfully. THIRTt But Aunt Maria was in her seventh heaven of delight, and everything was successful, for her Clothilde was not dangerously ill after her fits, and the remainder of the preachers’ sojourn was uneventful of disasters. When Aunt Maria’s sister visited her, she spoke of the tremendous expense, but Maria assured her that they could make that up in a year, for the preachers had broken I ony of smoking and chewing. BOXWELLS VERSION OF SPRING. The Boxwell scratched his scrawny neck And these words quoth, quoth he “I’ve driv my hoss from hum to school. And I’ve driv right merrily; But this spring weather gets my goat, It’s got me up a tree.” The Boxwell lashed his poor old “hoss’’ And the words he said were few. But I got their “drift” as they whistled past, And they were of a sulphurous hue; ‘ ’Twas warm as June, this morning,” quoth he As the end of his whip he chewed; “But the weather got colder, and rain changed to snow And it snew, and snew, and snew! ’ “ T he stubble needs plowin’, but the stubble’s too wet On account of the rain that has snew; Pa sez we’ll be lucky if a crop we get, I feel like cussin’, would you? For the weather gets colder And the rain turns to snow And it snews. and snews, and snews. ” —Har ld Jones, '15. thirty-one; THE CAPTURE. By Grace In the cosily furnished library of Squire Fulton’s home sat three boys. Bob, the Squire’s youngest son, Charley Brown and Jacic Muir, two of Bob’s friends. They had prepared all their lessons for the next day. These boys were great friends and often studied together. Just now Bob and Jack were each lost in a good book and Charley was reading the evening paper. ‘'Look here, boys!” he exclaimed, in an excited tone. “Two more robberies last night. This is getting serious. I hey think Tom Morgan is the thief, and a reward of S100 is offered for the capture.” The two other boys crowded about Charley and read the newspaper account of the robberies. There had been so many robberies lately and the police were baffled as to where to find Tom Morgan, whom they believed to be the guilty person. “My! but 1 wish I could catch him and get that money. Father is in debt and needs it so bad. I wonder if I could?” mused Bob to himself. After Charley and Jack had gone, Bob read the account once more. But it was impossible for him, a mere boy, to think of capturing a man, whom the police couldn t get. So Bob dismissed the thought from his mind. The next evening as the three boys were making their way home from the one high school, which the town afforded, Jack said, “Say, fellows! what do you say to a spin in the machine tomorrow afternoon? Dad said I might have it and you know it is Saturday.” “Fine! That’s the very thing!” the other bovs exclaimed. “All right!” said Jack, “I know of a fine place to go. Come over early and we’ll have a fine ride. ” The next day the boys went over to Hood, ’16. Jack’s immediately after dinner and in a little while were spinning tbiu the country in the big machine. “I say! This is heavenly, Jack! I love a ride this kind of a day,” murmured Charley. “Yes! I feel it in the air that something exciting is going to happen before we get back,’’ added Bob. After an hour and a half’s ride Bob asked, “Would you mind telling us where you are going to take us? I was never out here before.’’ Jack explained that he wasn’t taking them anywhere in particular, but just knew of this fine road and thought it would be a good place to ride. The others agreed that it was a very fine road. The sun went in and a large black cloud foretold rain. Jack wanted to turn back; but the others did not think there was any danger, so Jack drove on. A turn in the road brought them to a small deserted house. A very dilapidated place it was. Part of the roof was caved in and the chimney had fallen over. They stopped the machine and got out. “This is a good place to rest before we start back,” said Jack. So they all started toward the house. “Let’s go in and explore the place,’ suggested Bob, and in they went. Just as they stepped inside of the room Char'ey stepped on something. It proved to be a little gold locket with a diamond in the center. “1 say! this is a lucky find, but who has been in here? I never knew anyone came to this old place. Look inside the locket and see if you can find a picture,” said Charley. T he locket was opened but no picture was revealed, so they had to content themselves with examining the outside. They had been so interested in the locket THIRTT-TWO that they had not noticed anything else in the room. Now their attention .was turned '•'hen Bob announced that there were ashes in the fireplace and looked as if someone had been occupying the house recently. They examined the ashes hut could not tell what had been burned, except that it had been paper. “Boys! Look what I’ve found! ’ cried Jack in a moment and they all crowded about him to read the newspaper clipping, which Jack had picked up off the floor. It was a newspaper account of the robberies, which the hoys had been so interested in two nights before at Bob’s house “I say! this looks queer. Someone has been in this house since night before last, and I feel as if someone was in here now. We had better get out of here or else investigate. I believe we have stumbled upon something interesting as well as dangerous,’’ said Charley. I hey looked out to see if their car was safe, and they discovered that it was raining very hard. The rain came down in torrents and seemed to get worse every minute. ’’1 here is nothing to do, but to stay here all night,” said Bob. ’’It is almost dark now, and no one could run a car thru that storm. This is exciting—spending the night in a deserted house, it’s rather scary, too,” he added. “And not a bite to ear,” dolefully added Charley, “I don’t see much excitement out of it, rather dangerous, I think. What will we do to spend the evening?’’ ‘I 11 tell you a fine ghost story,” said Jack; so he proceeded to tell the most scary and ghostly story he ever heard, and when he finished poor Charley was frightened until he was shaking all over. They made a resolution not to sleep, but they were all so fatigued that in a short time all were sound asleep. The rain still continued to pour down. About midnight, Bob was awakened by the sound of footsteps. Hastily jumping up he saw a figure opening the door. The room was dark and the figure could not see that any one else was in the room The figure was feeling around on the floor for something. Bob sprang forward and in a moment had the fellow lying on the floor. The other boys were awake now and wanted to know what was the matter. When they heard all Bob knew about it, they turned to the fellow and asked him what he was doing there. “None of your business, he drawled out. “Now look here, young fellow, we want to know what you wanted here, and you are going to tell us, ’ said Bob in a menacing tone. But the fellow flatly refused to tell them anything, so they waited until daylight and putting him in the machine took him to the sheriff. The sheriff was very much interested in their story, and when they had told him all, he said, “But which of you did the capturing? ’ Jack said, “Bob did it sir.” “Well, young man, you get Si00, as you have captured Tom Morgan. ’ Bob was surprised, the very thing he had wished for, had happened It was a very proud boy that gave the $100 to his father that night I he prisoner said he always kept his booty hid in this old house and he knew he had dropped the locket and had gone back to get it as he wanted to keep it apart from the rest, as it was a personal belonging of his and did not belong with his stolen articles. I he old house was searched and many were the stolen articles which were found. Bob was praised by everyone for his bravery. THIRTT-THREE AN ACCOUNT OF THE GAME FOR THE (Eliamjiumahip of the J. £. las? lull Crogur. Written by “Water Boy.” Approved by the “Official Umpire. After much ’’bullying’’ and ’’coaxing,’ Manager and Captain Allen, of the Senior team, was finally persuaded to seta date for the ’’Senior—Soph. ” game—the game that was to decide the championship of the ’’Inter-Class League” for the seasoen 1914. He chose, with his usual bad judgment, the most disagreeable day in weeks. Evidently, the Seniors were afraid of Abraham, of the Sophs., so Allen, crooked and strategic as he is, took advantage of Abraham’s sore arm to play on a cold day. The Seniors, of course, appeared on the diamond late. The fact was due, because Captain Allen had stopped on the way down to bribe the umpire, Alfred Evans, a very modest and quiet but near sighted youth. After the preliminary “warning up,’ Capt. Marshman, of the Sophs., announced as his batteries, Scurlock, in the box, “Boothy” catching. Captain Allen, having no real pitchers, decided to use Art, Roberts, while Blaine Matthews was the only one fool-hardy enough to stop his wild heaves. In the first inning Evans, the umpire, had an opportunity to show his genius. A man having been passed to first, Roberts, the Senior pitcher, endeavored to catch him sleeping off the base. Umpire Evans, who at the time was engaged in pinning a dan- delion on his manly breast, did not think it: necessary to observe the play but in a deep bass voice pronounced the runner out, before the ball had reached the first baseman. The Seniors showed weakness in batting. Very few hits were made off Abraham and Scurlock, tho the former merely tossed the ball over the plate. Roberts, with the aid of Evans, held the Sophs, very closely to a “no-hit” game, tho in the absence of an honest score-keeper no reliable statement can be made. A feature of the game was Allen’s crooked playing, coupled with Evans’ unerring umpiring. In the fourth inning with the score 0 to 0, Allen attempted to go home on a ground ball. Booth tagged him before he reached the plate, but Allen, always up to some crooked play, kicked the poor defenseless catcher in the stomach, causing him to drop the ball. Later on a like run was scored upon a similar play. As the Sophs, disdained to resort to such dastardly playing, the score stood at the end of the game, 2 to 0 in favor of Evans and and the Seniors. Yours resentfully. The Water Boy, T5. The Osky Wow’s Correspondent at the front. THIRTt-FOLR SENIOR CLASS SONG. CLASS OF FOURTEEN.. Tune—[Juanita.] [. Now comes the dawning;, Of a larger, brighter day; And then the conning Of life’s tasks for aye. In the depths of wisdom I.ies a ripened, untouched store. May we each in earnest Daily seek for more. 1st Chorus. Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Beloved class, we hold so dear;; Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Onward, upward, steer. II. Oft in the struggles And the toils and cares of life. Come High School mem’ries, With success still bright. Then with vigorous ardor Strive we ever more and more. To reach higher visions Than we have before. 2nd' Chorus. Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Ever lead us on afar; Fourteen, class of Fourteen Be our guiding star. OHIO. I was born in Ohio, and I state the fact with pride. I am proud of all her hill-sides, and her fertile valleys wide; Proud of her majestic forests, of her placid rivers h ue; Proud of all her wealth of blossoms, of her sons and daughters too Happy is the man or woman who, like me can proudly say, “I was born in Ohio, and it’s there I'm bound to stay.” Oh, those Ohio hills, tugged, rocky, high and steep! They are solemn in the twilight, when the somber shadows creep; They are fairest in the morning when the rosy sprite of dawn Lays her finger on their summits, ere the shades of night are gone. Oh, those mighty cattled hills, rising high and stretching far, Hiding-place of evening sunbeams, and of morning’s latest star. Oh, Ohio’s virgin forests,— slender maple, stately pine, Mighty oak and beech and chestnut; round whose trunks the wild vines twine! And the scarlet-fruited cherry, and the locust, white wiih bloom, And the cedar, drooping sadly, o’er (perchance] a forest tomb. Oh, those leafy, silent forests, with stray sunbeams sifting through. Where soaring, wild birds send their songs far-echoing to you! Oh, those Ohio rivers, and the lesser valley streams. Dashing, leaping, down the hill-sides bright with many hues and gleams! Dear old Maumee, ‘‘Peacefull water,’’ fair as any meadow-rill, Moaning, sighing, laughing, singing, in my dreams I hear you still! Quaint Ohio rivers - each still hears its Indian name l amed in legend, and deserving, to the utmost of their fame. Oh, those Ohio blossoms! Sweet arbutus in the spring — Anemones,—lady-slipper, these in turn their offerings bring. Daisies, white and blue and yellow; poppies, red and larkspur blue, Honeysuckle, sweet of odor; gentian with the sky's own hue. And in Autumn, glowing fields of gleaming golden-rod. By the lavish hand of nature, strewn upon this woodland sod. I was born in Ohio—in the greatest, grandest state -In the buckeye of the Union - best of all the fortv-eight; As a gift our state has given, to the claim of Uncle Sam Six of our most honored presidents, and they the worthiest of men. Proud and happy’s the man or woman who can say, “I was born in Ohio! rho I’ve wondered far away.” THIRTY-N' lop Row:—Miss Johnson, Shuter, Miss Alexander, Mohatt, Miss Shriver, Dyer. Bottom Row:—Jones, Miss Eubanks, Osborn, Miss Evans, Stout. THIRTt-iEVEN THE OSKY WOW STAFF. Editor in Chief............. Business Manager....... .... Assistant Business Manager Literary Editor............. Society Editor.............. Alumni Editor............... Art Editor.................. Athletic Editor............. Reporters . .......EDWIN OSBORN .......RALPH SHULER .......HAROLD JONES ......MABEL JOHNSON ......FLORENCE EVANS ... BLANCHE ALEXANDER ....HALDOR MOHATT ........HAROLD DYER f LOUISE SHRIVER, BYRD STOUT, , MABEL EUBANKS, I P UL CHERRINGTON. the new School building. What is it that stays new always? Generally supposed, nothing does, hut our high school has disproved this. It has been built about four years, never completed, and yet we call it new. Unless some kind, rich, god sends a bountiful gift to the city, it will become old before it has ever been new. There it stands ready to become an up-to-date school building, the pride of the city, yet on account of need of money, it is fast becoming old. Where are the spirit and enthusiasm that will make the needed money? The high school students have a great deal of this, but they must have the backing of their parents, and all citizens in- terested in the welfare of the coming generation. T he old building has outlived its day of usefulness It has served its purpose faithfully and needs a rest So since we must equip the new one to do its work, let us all do our share with a hearty good will. 7'o the Board of Editors and to those who have assisted them, is due this excellent publication, with all its literary, humorous, and rhetorical effort. To the Board of Censorship, comprising two well-known O. U. graduates, are due all criticism and approval, and consequently all grammatical errors both large and small. TH1RTT-E.10HT It is to be hoped that two such scholars as the afore-mentioned have not let such small errors as omission of commas, periods, etc , and such great errors as improper English, choice of words, etc., escape their detection. They have established an excellent precedent in this sphere of criticism; and now surely they could not do the class of 14 such an injustice as to allow grammatical errors to enter their “Osky Wow.” If any such error be found, kindly refer it to the Hoard of Censorship and not to the Board of Editors. $ He 3jc I he convocation every Wednesday morning for opening exercises is a new and im portant item added to the High School this year. One of the Faculty reads a chapter from the Bible and the Lord’s prayer is repeated in concert by the pupils. Then usually follows a ten minute talk from one of the teachers Occasionally there is singing and a piano selection to which the pupils march to their respective classes. ijc THE EXAMINATIONS. Jackson High School has heretofore, only required those who did not make a minimum grade of eighty-five per cent to rake the mid-term and final examination. T his year it has been changed, so that every one is compelled to take them. !'h sc who ate opposed to this plan, claim that it does not always express one’s knowledge of a subject. However, it is here in general, that the students are all given equal chances to place down in black and white, the sum of their knowledge of the most important lessons received T here are a great many benefits to be derived from this plan: One is the fact, that it causes a good review of the subjects studied. This is beneficial, because it freshens the ideas in the mind, and it also serves to connect them into an unbroken chain. Furthermore, it aids one in becoming able to concentrate his thoughts upon a subject, and the practice of taking the examinations helps one in becoming accustomed to them, thus preparing him for life, whose examinations are the easier for those better prepared. Much of the cause of criticism of the former issues of the Osky Wow was due to the inexperience in publishing a high school year-book. However the main reason or cause, rather, for much of the dissatisfaction was not at all the fault of the Hoard of Editors, but rather the faculty. Each year they failed to appoint the Staff until just about three months before commencement time. Consequently the Editors were rushed for time and did the best they could under the circumstances, much praise to them. Very few people, outside of the high school, knew when the appointments were made in the two former years; and therefore not knowing what a tremendous task the Hoard was up against, with respect to time needed in getting up the publication, they have been very liberal this year in giving criticism and suggesting what was wrong with the former issues, and how this year’s edition could be bettered We, of course, thanked them very graciously for their advice; but still we pitied them a little, because they, not knowing the real cause of the trouble, thought the former Editorial Hoard inefficient. To outsiders it does look as though the students ought to be able to find better material for their year-book, and many of the alumni have been disappointed with it. T his year we have been crowded for time, more than in the past two years. The Staff was not appointed until March 18th; although the Senior Class had been asking, requesting and demanding it since the middle of October. A Class meeting was held at that time and a committee appointed to go before the faculty with reference to the THIR I T-NINE immediate appointment of the Board of Editors. The faculty head promised to attend to this at once, but did not. After this at intervals of about ten days or two weeks, either the Senior Class President or his appointee would inquire of the faculty about the selection. The faculty was always going to appoint someone right away, but did not until we had begun to think we would have to do without an annual this year, when on March 18th the appointments were made. Then those who were unlucky enough to be selected, in addition to their regular work and studies, which at this time of the year are always heavy, had the extra task of getting up a publication which would, in respect to quality and completeness, hold up the reputation of the J. H. S. The Staff had just three weeks in which to get different ones to write contributions and to get everything into their hands. Then it had two weeks to shape up the book, choose the best of the material it had gathered together, get the engravings, and turn the work over to the printers. While the students supplv the material which is fine for hasty thoughts, one cannot help thinking what might have been done if the Board had been selected at the beginning of the school year. Because of the time lost in not having the book ready for publication earlier, the printers fear now (at the time of this writing, May 21st) they will have to omit some of the material we have collected. They can’t be blamed for they just had a little over a month in which to print it; and because all proofs had to be O. K’d by one member of the faculty, that took a lot of time away from them. To have a successful annual the Staff ought to be appointed sometime in early fall so all will have plenty of time to gather a variety and abundance of material from which to select only the best. Then let those of next year’s Senior Class push the matter of early appointments, and we would suggest (knowing from experience) that if they shall not have been made by Christmas, that all thoughts of an annual should be given up, for it is no credit for a high school of the standing of the J. H. S. to put out for a year-book, a publication which would hardly be accepted as a monthly issue in schools where they have a monthly publication. Then those who have for their motto: “Do it now,” get busy next fall, have plenty of time to get good material, and make next year’s Osky Wow, which is, or should be, the pride of every student heart, the best ever. In the list of Senior Class officers, we regret to say, there is a slight mistake. In stead of Miss Inez Tawse as Vice-President, it should be Blaine Matthews. Inez was Vice-President of the Junior Class. CONCERNING OUR ADVERTISERS. In order to make the Osk.y Wow a thorough success, a book that we may be proud to call “our year book,” one that will compare favorably with any year book in the country, and one that will bring credit to our High School, it must contain a certain amount of advertising matter. The advertising matter in this book brings enough revenue to make it possible a creditable book, and still keep the purchase price the same as it has always been, considerably below the cost price, and much lower than most year books of the same size and quality. In order that we may show our appreciation of the part our advertisers play in making this book a credit to our school, and that they may realize that it pays financially to advertise in our book, let us reciprocate by giving them our hearty patronage. RALPH SHUTER, Business Manager. tORTl “MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES. Harold be nimble! Harold be quick! Harold make a touchdown! Or we'll be licked! “BELLS ON HER FINGERS, ETC., ETC ?” What is that mysterious ringing which comes from regions unknown, and which Miss Edna Jones thinks is a spirit and Mr. Newell a stray sheep? Come little boy. Lew, Come Bragg in the morn. No teacher in sight, the pupils forlorn. Where’s the little boy that looks so sweet? He’s there in his seat, alas! not asleep. Shall we scold him? No. not I For if we do, he’ll be sure to cry. There was a dear teacher, she was a great shrew, She had so many pupils, she didn’t know what to do. She poured all the knowledge she could in their heads, And scolded them soundly, and sent them ahead. FORTY-ONE Mr. Henson—“How many counties in Ohio?” Alma —“Twenty-three.” Mr. Parrot—“What is cold? Zella—“Cold is heat that isn’t hot. Miss Jones in Latin class,—“What is the Genitive of ‘nullus’?” Bernard—“Newell-ius, Newell-ius, Newell-ius.” Miss Howser, speaking in German,— ‘ How many brothers and sisters have you? Harold Jones—“I have no children. Miss Howser.” CONTINUED ON PAGE FORTY-THREE n O H JUNIOR CLASS JUNIORS-CONTINUED FROM PAGE FORTY-ONE. Did you say you were taking Geometry? “Well, I’ve been exposed to it for about a year, but haven’t taken it severely yet ” We beg to offer an explanation for the above effort— this aforesaid effort being born from the mighty brain of the most honorable teacher, Prof. Newell, and we may also state that we have laughed at it in the twenty-third telling with the same zest as when it was first spilled. Alfred Evans, to “Dreamy (Jim) Ervin,—‘ Of whac dreamest thou?” “Dreamy”—“Nuthin’. A. E. to J. E., who is dreaming of some fair queen ,—“And may I ask who that ‘little nothing’ might be?” “Dreamy — You!” Miss Howspr. to student who has translated his name into German,—“Never translate your name; I wouldn’t change mine.” Miss Howser, in English period,— ‘‘Preston, turn around in your seat, and stop talking. Preston, shuffling around,—“You don’t expect me to look at the board all day, do you? Miss H — No, but look at me.” Bernard, translating (?) Latin,— “After a period of two weeks—hesitates on next word. Miss Jones—“Don’t illustrate it.” Clyde Brown, practising for literary at noon hour,— “But hark! my dream is broken, By a foot upon the stair. And the door is softly opened And my wife is standing there—” Mary Cherrington, opening door softly—“Oh! Should Grace Oiler, would Preston Turner, and Harold Dyer? Has Bernard Hurd Lew Bragg? An irregular is a person who doesn’t know anything, and doesn’t care whether he knows anything or not. JUNIOR PLAY ACT I. SCENE 1; PLACE, JUNIOR B. CLASS ROOM. German teacher frantically clutching at hair. SCENE 2; PLACE, SAME. Hero appears in form of History teacher and relieves situation. ACT II. SCENE 1; PLACE, JUNIOR A. ROOM. Heroine enters room. Beautiful tresses fall to floor. Restored and carefully rapped in neckerchief. Curtain. FORTY-THREE SOPHOMORE CLASS, T 0 7i H -n O c The Sophomores form a brilliant class They’ll all be Juniors, if they pass. I he Freshies may think that they are it, The Juniors, that they have all the wit, While the Seniors always think they are some more, but they all can't beat the Sophomores. Earnestine, reading composition: “It was so dark I couldn’t see my three feet in front of me.” Miss Jones: “What is nothing?” Homer: “Nothing is a hole without the doughnut around it.” Haider Brown, reciting Roman History: ‘Caesar telegraphed back to the city—” but his voice was drowned in roars of daughter. Herbert, suddenly and without warning dapped his hands together. Mr. Newell: Herbert, I can clap my hands louder than that, do you believe me?” Herbert: “I’ll take your word for it.” Mr. Newell; “What is history?” Helen: “History is a written record of nan’s doings upon earth.” David: “It was woman’s doings too, •vasn’t it?” Miss Houser: “What is Georgia noted or?” Hansee, absently: “Her literary talent.” ORTT-FIVE. Question for debate: “Which would do the more damage to the baseman, Bob James, sliding spikes first, or Dever, sliding head first?” Miss Houser: “What is an octopus?” Kenith: “An eight-sided cat.” Mr. Henson: “Washington was called the Cincinnatus of the west.” Warren Dever: “Why 1 didn’t know he was born in Cincinnati.” Helen, to Louise Amsden: “Did you and Bill have a good time last night?’’ Louise: “Oh, yes! We had a tit-for- tat (tete-a-tete) on the sofa.” A NEW DISEASE. Mr. Newell: Does anyone know what the white plague is?” Helen Crossin: “I don t know exactly, but it is something you have in your feet.” Warren Dever: “Miss Jones, how do you find the area of a circle if the hypotenuse is given d ’ Mr Henson, to Byrd Stout: “Give a quotation. ” Byrd: “People who live in stone houses never should throw any glass.” “FRESHIES.” Hooray! We’re the freshest in the school, We’re being taught by teachers stern The good old golden rule. We’ve studied hard and studied long Our lessons to prepare; but not one ray Of light is shed Upon our pathway hare. We're teased, and taunted, tempted, tried By those who should their time abide And keep their tongues within their mouths While, we, the freshies, hold our peace And win at last our laurel wreaths. In Latin Recitation:— Immediately after the sentence was translated, “Who of us is so wise as to know all things?” Byrd Stout’s hand went up. Mr. Parrot:—“What is a cold-blooded animal?’’ Ed. Evans: A cold-blooded animal is one that the cold makes warm.” Herbert Finney, upon finding a bust of the poet, Homer, in the encyclopedia, proceeded to show it to Homer Marshman, when Miss Jones interrupted their little tete-a-tete with, “Herbert, attend to your own business!’’ Herbert:—“Well, Miss Jones, I was just showin’ Homer his bust” Orus: - “Please may I speak to Alfred?’’ Miss Jones:—“Not now, I am very busy; but you may in a few minutes.” Orus, very dignified, “You should never put off until tomorrow what you can do to-day.” Mr. Newell, after assigning the English lesson, was asked by an auburn-haired young gentlemen to repeat the assignment. Mr. Newell:—“You may take the poem, ‘To M. W. on Her Birthday’ and ‘My Love’.” Young Gentleman:—“I can’t find my love.” Mr. Newell, severely,:—“Look directly under ‘To M. W. on Her Birthday’ and see what you will find.” “You will find ‘My Love’,” blurted out Mary Florence. [Other Freshman news will be found in the Joke Department.] fORTT -SEVE.N By HAROLD DYER, Athletic Editor. The Athletic Association of J H. S. is not composed of as many members as it should be. Every student should be a member, whether he cares for athletics or not. The Association brings them together, and each one has a chance for himself to say something for the benefit of it. Those who are interested in the games played by J. H. S. should be members of the Association, whether they play in any games or not. The fees have been reduced from fifty to twenty-five cents per year for each member The lowering in price should be an inducement for more members. The girls have been allowed to come into the Association for the first time in its history in Jackson. If it were not for the girls of J. H. S. there would not be much “rooting” done for the team. They seem to support the team more than the boys, and when they give the yells every boy on the team seems to put forth new energy and tries harder I he team does not get the support it should from a financial standpoint, from the people of Jackson as well as from the neighboring country. That has been one of the main troubles to overcome since the beginning. It seems to be getting worse every year and it appears as if the people of the town are losing their spirit in athletics. The citizens of Jackson do not tender the support they are capable of giving to the teams that come to their city. Will not the people of Jackson turn out better next year? They surely ought to. Next year the team will be managed t; Finley Cherrington, while George Kendau has been elected Captain bv the football squad. This year’s football season was not a very successful one to the people of Jackson and to the students of the J. H. S., and lastly to the ones who put all their energy into the game. The boys seemed to work hard enough in every contest, but did not FORTt-EIOHT have the vim and vigor to win the games they played, altho they worked as hard, if not harder, than the opposing team. There are several reasons why the team met with defeat as often as it did, one main reason was the lack of the right kind of practice. Leo Coll, the captain, seemed to take great interest in the game, trying hard to make the team win. Nevertheless, the football team of ’13 was almost a failure from the standpoint of the number of games won. But as far as the team was concerned it was a far better one thad that of 1912. To fail in winning the games does not always signify that the team is no good— some of the best teams do not always win all the games they play, but they are a team of which their supporters are proud. The same thing is the case with the students of J. H. S. Altho their team did not meet with much success, they are proud of it, as a team. The team was managed by Arthur Roberts; he secured eight games, but only six were played. Two games each with Ironton and Wellston, a game here with Chillicothe, and one at Athens. On account of bad weather, the other games were canceled. The results of the games were as follows: AT I RONTON’, Ironton H. S.—68. Jackson H. S. -0. tRONTON HERE. Ironton H. S.— 0. Jackson H. S.—0 WF.I.LSTON HERE. Wellston H. S.—24. Jackson H, S. — 6. AT WELLSTON. Wellson H. S.—13. Jackson H. S.—0. CHILLICOTHE HERE. Chillicothe H. S.—26. Jackson H. S.—6. AT ATHENS. Athens H. S.—13. Jackson H. S.—0. Leo Coll was chosen by Coach Crawford, of Ironton High School, as a star right-end on the “All-Star” team, chosen from Ironton, Portsmouth, Wellston and Jackson. In the majority of games played Edward Abraham was considered a star at his position of right-half. T he team was coached by William Fogarty, and he seemed to understand the game and tried with all his power to get the boys ready for the grill. Other graduates, from J. H. S., out trying to make the team a success, were Haldor Gahm, Stanley Roberts and Bartlett Gibson. T hose who played sixteen quarters last season, earned their letter “J,” awarded by the Athletic Association, are, Finley Cherrington, Edward Abraham, Leo Coll, George Kendall, Ralph Shuter, Arthur Roberts, Harold Jones, Paul Reynolds, Warren Dever, Clyde Booth and Ivan James. Those who made the team, together with the substitutes, will be seen in the picture. BASE BALL, 1913—’14. T he base ball season of 1913 started unfortunately on account of bad weather. The team seemed to be in perfect shape for the game, but when the time came to play, it either rained or the other team could not come. The team was under the management of Everett Morgan, who suc- FORTT NINE FOOT BALL SQUAD. 13 r ceeded in getting several games. There seemed to be more material to choose from than there had been for several years past. Most all the older boys were out of high school and had gone to college, thus leaving the younger fellows a chance to take their places, which they did and filled them a great deal better than the older ones. The captain, “Bob” James, was chosen by the boys, for he showed the spirit of a good leader. He was chosen out of the Freshman Class, which is something out of the ordinary. Most always the captain is chosen from either the Junior or Senior class. “Bob” has a brother, “Lefty,” who pitches for Cleveland, in the American League. Bob has signed for the coming season with Chillicothe, of the Ohio State League. He will try for the position of right-fielder, altho most always he has played center. His team-mates wish him much success, for he is a good fellow and liked by all. The Captain of this year’s team is Benson Westlake, a Senior, and a jolly good fellow. He will give everyone a chance to make good, for he has had a great deal of experience in the game, and we are sure he will make the team a successful and a winning one, if the boys stick by him and try to do their best. There seems to be much more material to choose from this year, than in the past. Everyone trying out this year has had some experience in the game or is well read up on it. The way the game proposition looks now is rather small. Only one game has been secured, and it is doubtful if it can be played. Several of the teams which played here last year have decided to do away with base hall. Several places have been written to, but no games could be secured; some of them would play here, but would not give a return date. Some of them did not even give an answer to the letters sent them. fiftt-one Harold Gahm is the manager this yearr and has been trying his best to secure games, but does not meet with success. He is an old sport and would rather play ball than eat, like most boys of his day and age. He is a “south-paw,’’ and has some speed, to say nothing of his “twisters. If everyone tried as hard as “Fete,” the team would be sure to meet with success. On account of the small number of games secured for this season, it has been decided by the different classes to have teams of their own, thus giving each one a chance to play. There will be a team from each class. The different classes have chosen captains for their teams, the Freshman captain is Paul Reynolds; the Sophomore, Homer Marsh-man; the Juniors, Harold Dyer; and the Seniors, Rodney Allen. Mr. Newell will be manager-in-chief of the teams. He is the fellow who looks after the playing part, and it was thought best by all that he could manage them better than if they elected one from each class. He will do all that is in his power to have two games a week, on Wednesday and Friday afternoons after school. By doing this everyone who intends to try out for the high school team has a chance to show up in a real game, and so when the time comes to pick the first team it will not be hard to select the best players from each class. There will be about twenty games played and at the finish, the two highest teams will fight for the pennant or championship of the series. LATER NOTES. The first interclass game played Was between the Juniors and Sophomores, in which the latter walloped their respected (?) upper classmen to the tune of 11 to 7. In the second interclass contest of the season the Seniors soaked the Freshmen 1(J to 7, In the third game the Sophomores again won, beating the Freshmen this time, 1U to 6. B © 11 a n O Arthur Stevens, ’00. is a successful physician of South Webster, Ohio ■r L BLANCHE ALEXANDER, Alumni Editor. Marion White, ’09, is a successful druggist of Prestonburg, Ky. Miss Maude Branson, ’02, is a teacher in the Columbus public schools. Ira L. Jones, ’85, is traveling for both the Hoyt and the Collier’s Publishing Companies. Miss Kate Long, ’08, is a stenographer in Port Arthur Texas. Warren Schellenger, ’13, spent the past year in the state of Washington. Louis Dungan, ’94, is an attorney in Cleveland Pressley M. White, ’98, resides at Marietta, where he has a position in a bank. Miss Kate Martin. ’01, is the author of an article which appeared in a recent number of “Education’ , one of the leading educational magazines. The engagement of Miss Katherine Jones. ’09, to Prof W. B. Cockley of O. S. U. has been announced. Harold Hurd, ’00 has recently purchased a drug store in Greenfield, Ohio. David M. Morgan, ’09, is one of the accomodating clerks at H Stephenson Son’s Shoe Store. Miss Laura Dungan, ’96, has a position in the Akron Schools. Daniel Coll. ’10, is the agent in this county for the Saxon automobile. Thomas Emmett Moore, ’80, is doing newspaper work in Dayton. Miss Virginia Robbins, ’10, was married April 15 to Beverlv Pierce of Columbus, Ohio. Hayden Davis, ’05, and Arthur Lego, ’07, are still employed in the post office here. Arthur Handley, ’00, is the leading photographer of Wellston, Ohio. Miss Garnet Mohler. '11, of Williamson, W. Va. was married to George Brown, October 29, 1913 John Jenkins, ’08, is in San Francisco clerking in a shoe store. Charles Steele, ’98, is secretary of the Citizen’s Building and Loan Co. of Jack-son. Will N. Long, '93, is in Port Arthur, Texas. Laurence Alexander, ’08, is instructor of music in the schools of Sullivan, Indiana. Joe Harding, ’99, is connected with the Wellston Steel and Iron works. FIFTY-TWO Harry Shuter, ’00, and George Shuter, ’08, are the proprieters of a shoe store in Akron, Ohio. Daniel C Jones, '98, is a prominent attorney of Ironton. Last year's class produced several school teaehers—Annette Thomas, Eva Hamilton, Ray Banker, Florence Gray, June Marshall, and Edward McKitterick. Dale Jackson, '10, is conducting a school of music in this city. Miss Elizabeth Dyer, '87, a former teacher in our schools, is now a trained nurse in Cincinnati. Mostyn Jones, '08, is teaching in Des Moines, Iowa, High School. Herbert E. White, '91, is an electrical engineer of Pittsburgh, Pa. Ernest Kinnison, '97, is a civil engineer of Cleveland, Ohio Elmer Harshbarger, '95, is located in Pittsburgh. Joe E. Evans, '96, is a dentist in Columbus. Ralph J Evans, ’97, is connected with an Express Company in Norfolk, Va Miss Nellie Dungan, '89, is keeping books for the Star Furr ace Co. of this city. James Gordon Murfin, '97 is a physician in Philadelphia, Pa Miss Elizabeth Rapp, '94, is teaching school in Spokane, Washington. Ben Bently, '00, is a civil engineer now located in Urbana Ohio. Mrs. Anna Williams Murfin, '95 is now located at Guam, where her husband, Lieutenant Commander Murfin is Vice-President. of the island. F. M Stevenson, '96, is general passenger agent of the D L. C. Railroad at Dayton, Ohio. riFTY-THREE Miss Marcella Harding, '98, was mar ried to Dr. Harry Creed of Springfield, last November. James McKitterick, ’ 10, is teaching in Columbia school in Lick Twp. Daniel F. Morgan is professor in a Texas college. Miss Edith Shuter, '05, one of our most popular teachers, and Mr. Frank DeLay, '00, Probate Judge of Jackson County were married April 29th. Miss Alma Long, '88, and Mr. Charles Goshen, '00, two of our home alumni, died the past year. Lula M. Smith, '95, is keeping books at the Globe Furnace. Amelia Moore, '02, is teaching in Ihe Youngstown, Ohio schools Maude Lamb, '11, took Edith Shuter’s place and will finish out her term of school The following Alumni are attending college: CLASS OF '13. Everett Morgan...................Athens Gladys Ervin.......................Knox Everett Alexander.....Starling Medical Elizabeth Jone ................Glendale Margaret Jones.................Glendale Chester McDonald, University of Michigan Sibyl Powell............London, England CLASS OF '12. William Michael...............Ohio State Eben Jones Vinton McVicker Earl Christman Ohio State Leon Evans Fletcher Benton O. U. Florence Brown 0. u. Gladys Parrv 0 u. Merle Eubanks CLASS OF ’ll. John Edward Foster............Ohio State Edgar Kinnison................Ohio State Edwin Williams................Ohio State Louis Pickrel.................Ohio State Anna Maude Jones.....................0 U Edward McGhee Washington University John Roderick........Ohio Dental College Elizabeth Mathews....Lake Erie College Mary Grace Morgan....Westminster. Col. CLASS OF ’10. Earl Ray......................Ohio Sta'e Helen Thomas........................0 U. CLASS OF '09. Reed Powell...................Ohio State Corwin Mathews..................Dennison CLASS OF ’07. Paul Davis......Starling Medical College To the great ami growing body of Jackson IUglTs supporters, both students and alumni: How time flies! Here this Osky Wow, which I, among others, helped to make presentable for its first appearance to the world, back in 1912, is approaching its third year. Its sponsors can now breathe a sigh of relief, for we can feel pretty certain, with the third number out, that it is firmly established in the traditions of Jack-son High. My strongest hopes for success go out to this year's book. iVly connection with the Osky Wow is a thing which 1 shall always be glad to remember as I look back upon my high school days. This annual was one of the things that was needed to let the people know that our school was a real, live, wide-awake institution. For Jackson High is such an institution— our school is as good as the best, even tho not as big as the biggest. In every line she holds a place in the front rank Our faculty and the quality of the instruction they impart are of the best. Our student body would do honor to any school. Our alumni includes men and women who have achieved distinction in all lines of endeavor—no reference here to the class of '12; they haven’t had time, but watch ’em. And, as for loyalty, where can be found a more loyal body of alumni than that throng that is always in attendance at our annual reunions? In athletics, too, the Red and White is a factor to be reckoned with by every school in our section—don't think of the foot ball season of 1913 here, but rather of those of 1906, 1910 and 1911. Let us think of these facts. If any of us have been prone to envy those who are graduates of the big city schools with their hundreds of students, let us put aside those feelings. Let us remember that quality counts far more than quantity, and be proud that we are Jackson High men and women. And let us never cease to boost for the old school which means so much to us. With warm greetings to my fellow-alumni and best wishes to the class of 1914, and her three younger sisters, I remain, Most sincerely yours, Vinton E, McVickkr, ’12. Ohio State University, March 31. 1914. Osky Wow adds his regrets to those of the have to be omitted from this department. However, the responses Owing to a lack of time the Editor of the printers that part of the Alumni letters will Later if time allows they will be inserted farther on in the book, of those who replied with letters are heartily appreciated. 11) rr-rouR BASE BALL —CONTINUED FROM PAGE FIFTY-ONE. In the next game between the Seniors and Juniors, the Seniors were again victorious, beating the Juniors 9 to J. In the Junior- Freshman game, to decide the “Chumps” of the league the Freshman beat the Juniors, 6 to 5' In the the final game, which decided the other champions of the League, the Seniors won from the Freshman, 2 to 0. THIS IS THE WAY OUR ART EDITOR SAw THE FIRST JR.-SOPHOMORE GAME. STUMPED!!’ By Harold Jones, ’15. Corntown Hiprh School’s base ball team had only one game a season. It is true that several other games with neighboring teams were played, but these were of secondary importance, the one game was the game of games. About five miles from Corntown by actual measurement was situated the village of Mudburg If you should happen to ask a citizen of Corntown the distance, the answer would probably be anywhere from twenty to fifty miles The townsmen of Corntown wished to be isolated as far as possible from any dealing with Mudburg. This was only one of the many examples showing the contempt and rivalry existing between the two villages Rivalry ran high at every point. In their commercial interchanges, the rival merchants tried only to see which could give the other the rawest deal. The small boys of one town fought those of the other whenever an opportunity arose, while their mothers snubbed each other with the same zeal. No wonder Corn-town considered only one game worth while, that game was with Mudburg. Defeat meant ridicule, shame and contempt to Corntown; victory meant the same for Mudburg. Corntown’s schedule was so arranged that the first game of the season was played with Mudburg. The secondary games followed, then Corntown gave Mudburg a return game. If itsohapened that one team won both games, a third and deciding game was not necessary. But this seldom happened. The intense desire to humiliate the other keyed the players to a pitch where one team seldom won two games in succession As a rule the third and deciding game was played at Corntown. This metropolis boasted of a diamond not altogether rocks and bumps. The rightfielder was compelled to stand on a stump to see the batter. This point should be remembered for it plays an important part in the coming games. Corntown was victorious in the first game with Mudtown. She had defeated her rival by the humiliating score of six to four. At no time in the history of either town had one team beaten the other by more than one run. The umpire, a citizen of Mudburg, moved to Corn-town where he was first received with joy, but after the flush of victory had worn off, they ostracized him without pity How could they accept such a “Judas”? One that had actually given the opposing team a fair deal! He might turn the trick upon them sometime. After their first victory over Mudtown. the Corntown nine marched thru the season without opposition. One game had been “saved from the fire” by a narrow margin, but Corntown finished her series of secondary games undeieated. The game with Mudburg alone remained. If Corntown won she was the champion of the state If she lost, another game with Mudburg would decide the championship. The reports from Mudburg were disquieting. One of Mudburg’s pitchers had developed “big league” style. Mudburg proclaimed him as a second Mathewson, with the speed of Walter Johnson. He had two shut outs to his credit and a perfect pitching average. No wonder Corntown felt shaky. This nervousness verged to a point of hysterics, when in the game deciding whether Mudburg should have the right to a deciding game, the Corntown pitcher was batted all over the lot, while Mud- FIFTT-ilX DID YOUR TEACHERS TELL YOU About our beautiful cloaks, suits and dresses and new summer {roods of every kind? Did they not tell you all about the latest styles in corsets and ladies shirt waists, the new shades in hosiery, etc., that are now on exhibition and sale at Stephenson Foster’s? They didn’t? Well! Well! Well! Guess everyone has to sing his own song; as he goes through this cold, cold world. That’s the only way to get along. So here we go. 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Ho osier “White Beauty” Advertised in Leading Magazines THE WOOO FURNITURE UNDERTAKING CO. “THE HOME OF GOOD FURNITURE” FIFTY EIGHT burg’s remained as immovable as a stone wall. After the game, the score keeper, a patriot of Corntown, announced the official score as two to three in favor of Mudtown. Every Mudtown fan in the bleachers had counted five runs go over the plate for Mudtown and it was only after a heroic fight that the brave score keeper was rescued from their wrath That night in Mudburg, joy reigned supreme. Church bells were rung, an opera house was torn down, and the only blind tiger in town was bought completely out. In Corntown much the same events were taking place. The church bells were rung, not in celebration, but to call people to pray for a victory on the morrow. The opera house was torn down because a troupe of actors, who had played the night before in Mudtown, happened to be there, The blind tiger was bought out in order to drown their sor row; while the umpire, who had given the decisions, was taken from the hospital in a semi-conscious state and ridden on a rail. CHAPTER II. Mudburg had won the right to a deciding game Corntown was in a frenzy of anxiety. It was plain to all that a new plan of attack must be adopted Su while Mudburg caroused, Corntown plotted. In Mudburg the popular opinion was that Corntown’s name was “M—d”. No, I must not indulge in this bit of slang, that would be infringing upon Mudburg’s code of honor The day of the battle royal dawned, and in spite of the pitiless sun the whole town of Mudburg decamped to Corntown. As a precautionary measure the town marshal swore in twenty-seven new dep uties and built a barbed wire fence between the sections reserved for Mudburg and that for Corntown. Before entering upon the arena it may fifty-nine interest you if a description of the opposing nines be given: both teams claimed to be of high school origin, but in a case when the honor of the whole town was at stake the eligibility rules were over-looked. Any person attending high school for a week previous might play in this one game. Mudburg claimed in her class roll two blacksmiths—one with a beautiful red mustache—and a coal miner, all famous batters. While Corntown could boast only of a teamster and the Presbyterian minister, the latter a noted catcher It may be well to mention Mudburg’s right fielder, a youth fully six feet six inches in height about five feet of which was legs. As a fielder he was supreme, a ball once in his clutches never escaped The rival villagers had assembled in full and had been hurling varied and descriptive epithets at each other for more than an hour before the rival teams appeared, the Mudburg nine from one direction, the Corntown from another. After the preliminary “warming up” in which both teams showed their fine form by executing various “grand-stand plays”, the umpire, an adventurous youth who had been pulled away from a comparatively safe job in a nitro-glycerine factory by promises of unbounded wealth, called the game. The Corntown gladiators took the field, their right-fielder retiring to his stump in right field. (Remember the stump.) Their pitcher, the teamster, mentioned before, ably assisted by the reverend backstop retired Mudburg in one, two, three order. In the second half of the inning with Corntown at bat the “Tris Speaker” of Corntown connected with the first pitched ball and lifted it clear over the blacksmith shop in the rear of the diamond, for a home run. After this first piece of luck, Mudtown’s “stonewall” pitcher held their more fortunate The Cavett Jones Clothing Co. HEADQUARTERS FOR itlru atti) Sdjj’b (tUrtlmuj, Juratalfinga, Ainu's, ®ata, Strunks anti iwtrasM. 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In the first part of the seventh with Mudburg at bat, Corntown’s pitcher weakened under the great strain This resulted in two “walks”, while the next man up drove 'he bat I on a line to that ill-fated blacksmith shop The ball bounded back into the center-fielder’s hands and cut down a home run to a trip-pie, but the harm had been done, Mudburg now led, the score standing two to one; with only two more innings to regain her lead The eighth inning was uneventful and Mudburg was shut out in the first part of the ninth, nevertheless they ran to their places full of confidence in their pitcher; the lanky right-fielder waving his hand as a consolation to the Mudburg fans as he stood perched on his stump in deep right, on which he was compelled to stand in order to see the pitcher. Corotown came to bat with desperation written on their faces The first man up struck out The second bingled right into the third-baseman’s glove who let it. trickle thru his hands, but the runner died miserably i 1 an attempt to steal second The third and fourth men walked Now came the crisis. Corntown’s famous batter the preacher, was up, two men on base and the honor of Ctrntown at stake. The pitcher delivered the first nail a sharp low drop. “Strike one!” called the umpire. The lanky right fielder again waved from his pprch in deep right. The next ball went wide of the plate. ‘‘Ball one!” cried the umpire. The pitcher delivered the third ball. The batter shut both eyes and swung wildly, but for some unexpected reason the bat hit the ball. The result was a long high fly. which soared directly toward the right fielder, perched upon his stump; so straight did it come that that lengthy individual was not compelled to change his position, but poised majestically, awaited the ball with outstretched arms The ball descended rapidly; every person, Mudburger and Corntowner alike, held his breath Tne right-fielder, his s'x foot six as tense as a piano string reached up to receive thp ball. When from behind the stump a small pair of arms appeared, and encircled the fielder’s long legs, tightened, pulled, and the unfortunate player descended in a majestic arc, head first to the unwelcoming turf. The ball planted itself with a resounding ‘whack” in the small of his back as he descended Tnose with keen eyesight claimed that a small hoy divulged himself from behind the stump and ran as if his life depended upon it, which in all probability, was so. In the park and on the diamond, b.-d-larn reigned. The barb-wire fence was pushed aside a9 if made of straw. The extra police were trampled upon as if sheep Corntown’s hospital was filled ’o overflowing. But Corntown was happy, the home team had won. SIXTT-ONI A SQUARE DEAL! DEPENDABLE GOODS! Always What You Want When You Want It. And at a Price You Can Pay. We’re Always Glad To Show You. JacRson Hardware Co., “The Place to Buy Spalding’s Base Ball Goods.” MAIN STREET, JACKSON, OHIO J. ABRAHAM FOR Ice Cream, Candies, And Peanuts. Main St., Opposite First National Bank. S.J. JONES, HEADQUARTERS FOR Fine Candies And Cigars. GO TO GO TO I. I. PARRY I IttlUL tsniuill FOR FOR INSURANCE. GOOD THINGS TO EAT. jixty-two ON A FRIDAY NIGHT IN MARCH. It was a dark, rainy, Friday night in March, when 57 left Amerton, thirty minutes late, on the “Arrow” division. Number 57 had orders to run thirty minutes late from Amerton to terminal, and to meet Number 36, the limited, at Gordon instead of at Salem It was one of those nights even the thoughts of which make one chill. It was dark and although the rain was merely drizzling it was penetrating. The air was chilly and there was a cold wind blowing. The road-bed and surrounding country were all water-soaked; the ditches at the sides of the tracks were running with water and most of the streams were swollen from recent rains. This was the third day of continuous rain. There had been a feeling of dread over the crew ever since it started, and after the long train had left the level country and climbed up into the more hilly regions the dread increased. They longed to be secure at home around a warm fire, drinking hot coffee or reading their favorite magazines. As the train climbs the long hill into Newton, the little town looks deserted, but for the lone light at the station; the signal is set at clear and the train dashes through the town without slowing; out of the town through the ever steady rain 57 speeds. The fireman, ever feeding the hungry monster with the black diamonds, and the engineer, with his eyes glued on the rails ahead, shown only by the piercing rays of the great headlight, seem to see nothing of the present surroundings. Something way out on the horizon seems to spring out of the darkness like a star at first, then brighter and larger as the train nears it. Now it seems like a moon with many stars trailing behind it. The train is now passing it. It looms up a large monster with several box-like objects behind it. It is 34, the night accomodation, waiting- on the siding for 57. Gordon is but ten miles off now; in twenty minutes, 57 will be waiting there on the siding for the limited—but will she? — perhaps and perhaps not. Many things can happen in twenty minutes. The rain is coming down harder than ever now, and the wind is increasing. The engineer is forcing the train ahead as fast as possible. Up the track a little way is a sharp curve and after that the “Lawrence Cut”, a passage through a hill, possibly one half mile in length. As the train approaches the cut, Black-burne, the conductor, remarked to the rear brakeman, “ This is the worst night I ever saw.” It would seem so to anyone. The rain and the wind together nearly drowned the shrieks of the engine as it neared that awful curve. “Yes,” replied the brakeman, “and the worst I ever expect - ” But the sentence was never finished. The rear brakeman's prophesy was only too true. Rushing madly thru the blackness of the night, the train was bearing its passengers to a blackness yet more intense and impenetrable—the blackness of death. There was a sudden jerk, a crash, a shriek—and then silence more dreadful than either the crash or the shriek, for it was the silence of death. And there in the ‘ Lawrence Cut,” thru the long night hours, lay in the soaking rain the shattered wreck of the train and the mangled bodies of those whose lives had been so swiftly snuffed out. JIXTT-THRF.E WE SHOW THE Ni'iu 8 luu's S tylfB Iftrst. H. STEPHENSON CO. THE HOME OF WALK OVERS. RIDENOUR’S HARDWARE. BICYCLES, BASE BALL GOODS. Hall fa ff AND WiuiUnit i bak'si, future framing. ALEXANDERS BooK Store. EAT j� ATv? Darling’s RESTAURANT, 3lrr (Errant f arlnr, BROADWAY, NEXT TO FOGARTY’S FAIR. “DRAKE’S ATONEMENT. It was six thirty when Number 7 dashed through Sanders twenty minutes late. Sanders was a little tank station, on the Blue River division of the N P. Railroad, at the edge of the Arizona desert David Drake, the operator and agent, sat before his telegraph desk in deep study. That morning he had received a notice from the Superintendent of the division stating that his services would not be needed after the close of that week. One night the week before, 13, the night freight, had received an order to stop at Sanders and pick up a loaded box-car of perishable goods. Drake was to put the way bills and train register in the box outside the office, as the office would be closed when 13 went by. That evening Drake had been very busy and forgot to put the bills out. When the freight came along and did not find them, it could not take the car, so Williams, the conductor, reported Drake to the Superintendent. Drake and Williams at that time were not on friendly terms. Drake had been expecting a suspension but he never thought of being discharged. While he was in a deep study he heard his office call on the wire, “Sn’', ‘‘Sn,’’ “Sn,” “Sn,” and signed by the dispatcher. Dave answered and was told to copy “7, 19’s West.” The order ran as follows: “Order No 37 To C. E. All Trains West Sn. On account of low water in tank at Fayette all trains take on good supply at Sanders. C R N” He put the block at “stop” and then repeated the order and received the “complete 6:35 PM.” When Number three came along, he tore off two copies, hurriedly scribbled off two Clearance cards and gave the conductor and engineer a copy of each. Number 3 immediately backed down to the tank which was about one hundred feet below the station. Number 3 that evening had but two cars, a mail in front and an empty all steel express car at the rear. Drake noticed, while the train was standing at the tank, three men come out from between the two cars One of them climbed onto the engine while the other two went into the mail car. He did not think anything of this at the time however, supposing it was some of the crew. Almost immediately the train started and as it neared the station the speed of it increased greatly. “Probably making up time,” thought Drake. As it was about even with the station Drake glanced mechanically to the rear and what u'as his surprise to see but one car - the mail car. The empty express car was standing on the track by the tank. Quickly glancing toward the engine, he beheld a strange sight. In the cab the fireman was shoveling coal as if mad Standing, with leveled revolver over the engineer, was a masked man. David Drake did not know what to do for a moment or two He just stared at his desk in front of him. Then suddenly the light dawned upon him. The monthly pay train for the Southern division was due in ten minutes, and the bandits had mistaken Number 3 for it They, seeing the rear car empty, had uncoupled it and forced the crew to take the train ahead. The pay train was due very shortly now; and unless the express car was moved, or the train flagged, there would he a collision. It was husk when Number 3 pulled in, and it was rather dark now. Grabbing a red lantern Drake started down the track to flag the oncoming train. I he Superintendent was going to make ilXTT-MVt: CALLAHAN MOTZ FOR EVERYTHING IN HARDWARE, AND A COMPLETE LINE OF Spalding s Base Bali, Foot Ball And Athletic Goods. 231 Main Street, Jackson, Ohio. TAILORING. CLEANING AND PRESSING GENTS FURNISHINGS. PHOENIX SILK HOSIERY (The hnrhta Undertaking tCtuerg (Ext. CARRIAGES FOR FUNERALS AND WEDDINGS. AUTO LIVERY. F P. VORHIS. FUNERAL DIRECTOR. PHONE. BARN OR RESIDENCE. 5l Tt JIX n inspection tour of the division and the iay car was coupled to the rear of his rain. As Drake thought of this he checked is speed and then he remembered also iat Williams was conductor of the train, fe stood a moment while many thoughts an through his mind. Why should he [op the train which carried two of the men ho had caused him to be discharged, Villiams, the conductor, who had reported im, and the Superintendent who had dis-harged him? Why, worse things than that had been done ul headquarters had never even heard of Yes, it was his duty to the railroad impany to Hag the train, but to-morrow as his last day in their employ. He turned around slowly; and even more nwly started back to the station. In the ;ht of a switch lamp he pulled out his atch and glanced at it. It was six forty-(, and he knew the “Special” was due dash past his station in four minutes, it as he glanced at his watch he saw niething besides the time. Kngraved on the case of his watch, which : mother had given him the Christmas f� re she died, were these words: -ove your enemies, — do good to them it hate you. and pray for them which spitefully toe you, I he hot, dry wind blowing from over - desert made his cheeks burn even hotter in they already were. Instantly there died to David Drake’s mind his mother s ture, when she had given him his watch, hat would she do if she were in his ce? Drake knew. He quickly turned i hastily retraced his steps. Tar in the distance he heard the shriek the “Special’s” whistle. His steps in-ased to a run. He was now passing the pty express car. He must get several id red feet beyond it to insure a safe stop, slowed his pace as he neared a small vie cross a wide ditch. A ditch also rr-seven ran on either side of the track for some distance. Far, far down the long straight track a bright speck appeared. He knew this was the headlight of the “Special.” Could he stop it in time? He thought so. As soon as he was across the trestle he started into a run again, but as soon as he did so, one of his feet caught in a wire and he was thrown to the ground, his head striking against the hard, cold rail. His lantern was hurled into the ditch below. He lay stunned for a moment where he had fallen. The headlight of the train grew larger and brighter each second. At last Drake managed to get to his feet and staggered on a few feet in a half dazed way and then fell unconscious to the track. The train approached nearer and nearer. I he great headlight was now as large as the full moon which was then rising on the horizon, and much brighter. Its rays swept the track on each side. Suddenly a dark object looms up in the bright light. The engine is within a hundred feet of it before the engineer sees it. He gasps and turns pale. He jerks the throttle shut and pulls the air brake wide open at once. He then reverses the engine. But this is so sudden it does not stop at once but runs on for two or three seconds. The brakes ground to a white heat on the wheels. I here was a dull thud as the train struck the object and the engineer closed his eyes. I he “Special” now seemingly satisfied came to a dead stop. As the engineer opened his eyes he saw something go over the embankment and into the ditch below. He jumped off the engine and rushed down after it, and at the same time Williams and the Superintendent got off the car and following the engineer hurried down the steap bank. Williams found the object of the search and as lie lifted it up, ex claimed. “It's a man, boys.” The Citizens Savings Trust Co. ---— JACKSON. OHIO. FOR SUNSHINE and health, for the day of opportunity, for the rainy day— Your savings account with The Citizens Savings Trust Co. prepare you for them all. We can help you save. Steel banks for the home. Now is the time to provide for the future V interest on deposits. THE CITIZENS SAVINGS TRUST CO. GO TO THE MODERN ©HOE ©HOP For Up-To-Date Repairing. J O © H TJ A rr H O M A ©. Wm. F. Bertsch (SmtJi Hrraib (Eakrn, ppn, (Emtity, 3rr (Errant Anitas. MAIN STREET OPPOSITE CRAND OPERA HOUSE it TT-EIOIIT He hurried up the bank with it and in the light of the headlight recognized the body. It’s Drake,” exclaimed the engineer, “poor boy,” and laying his head upon the man’s breast added, “I guess he’s dead.” They tenderly carried him to the station and the Superintendent telegraphed to Fayette for a physician, but it was too late. When the doctor came, he said death had1 been instantaneous. Poor Drake had given his life to save those whom he termed his enemies. FLORENCE EVANS, Society Editor. Miss Esther McDonald, ’ 14, entertained with a theater party September 12, 1913. Later refresiments were served at her homp on Portsmouth Street. Miss Lillian Crossland, ’16, and Miss Faye Wilson. ’17. gave a Hallow’en party at the former’s home on Bridge Street. Miss Francis Jones entertained for Miss Jean Jones, ’15. January 8th, Mis9 Ernestine Hunter gave a pedro party for a few of her friends at her home on Portsmouth Stieet. Margaret Evans, Jean Jones. Harold Jones, Jame9 Ervin, and Bernard Hurd were on the committee for a Junior Social February 6, 1914 at Bieser’s Hall. Refreshments were served and later dancing as usual. The Senior Class gave a social and dance at the A 0. H. Hall Friday. April 10th, for the benefit of the Oaky Wow. Miss Helen Crossin, ’16, gave a New Year’s party at her home on Main Street. Miss Helen McVicker, ’16, entertained with a whist party November 18, 1913. A whist or pedro club made up of twelve high school girls meets every Friday and Saturday night at the home of one of the members. The members of the club are: Blanche Alexander, Helen McVicker, Jane Allen, Helen Crossin. Louise Shriver, Louise Hess, Elizabeth Morgan, Fannie Stephenson, Grace Hood, Margaret Evans, Jean Jones, and Florence Evans. Mips Helen Brokenshire, ’14 was very pleasantly surprised on her eighteenth birthday, November 4th, by twenty of her school friends Music and games were the main features of the evening, assisted by guessing contests, in which Esther McDonald won the first prize, and Preston Turner, the booby prize. Dainty refreshments were served and the guests left at a late hour, voting it a very pleasant evening. Miss Thelma Walker, ’14. was pleasantly surprised on Friday evening, April 17th, the occasion being her eighteenth birthday. Eight couples from her school friends spent the evening very pleasantly in music and games, and dainty refresh- ilXTT NINE J.J. Davis ®. So jk’uu'lmi anil ©ptmattH. BROADWAY, JACKSON, OHIO Before and after the GAME HOME Restaurant. George Osborn, PROPRIETOR. Quality Clothes, READY-TO-WEAR OR MADE-TO-MEASURE. llp-tii-Sat? iFunttaljtnga. §tttliab tbats. CLAAR BROTHERS, “THE QUALITY STORE.”_ WILL C. MARTIN SELLS GOOD DRY GOODJ BROADWAY. merits were served at a late hour, after which they left, wishing her many more happy returns of the day. Miss Mary Cherrington, ’14, entertained a bunch of school girls at home on Thanksgiving evening, honoring her friend, Miss Alta Marsh, of Portsmouth, Ohio. The evening was very pleasantly spent Miss Ethel Eubanks, 14, entertained about twenty of her school friends on December 31st, honoring her friend, Miss Marie Cotton, of Marietta, Ohio. An interesting feature of the evening was a guessing contest, in which Athol Lloyd won first prize, and Thelma Walker, the booby prize. Music and games formed a large feature of the evenings entertainment, and dainty refreshments were served. The evening was very pleasantly spent. Miss Elizabeth Morgan, ’15, entertained at her home on South Street, March 6, 1914. Miss Margaret Gillilan, formerly of Jackson, visited her friends here during spring vacation. Miss Bernice Dungan was the guest of Miss Grace Hood, ’16, during spring vacation. Miss Helen McVicker entertained a few of her friends with a slumber party April 10, 1914. Miss Louise Amsden, ’16, gave a pedro party for the “club” April 17, 1914. Miss Houser, one of the J. H. S. Faculty, entertained her English classes at the old school building: everyone came dressed to represent some book. Later in the evening refreshments were served. Miss Katherine Tompkins, of Columbus, was the guest of Miss Florence Evans, ’15 during Xmas Holidays. Miss Jane Allen, ’17, and her sister Miss Lydia Allen, entertained several of her friends with a card party March 1914. The Athletic Association gave a dance at Bieser’s Hall, Feb. 1914 seventy-one: DO YOUR TRADING AT lltthmrUiug 8 turf.; WE SELL IT FOR LESS And Save the Difference. Men’s, Women’s and Children’s Outfitters. Jacobs Building;, Main, Near Portsmouth, JACKSON, OHIO. DR. PARSON JONES, DENTIST. MAIN STREET. JACKSON, OHIO W. E. JACKSON, JONES DENTIST, MILLINERY CO. (Ermmt anb Irtbyr THE VERY LATEST Hork a penalty. HATS LOCATED PERMANENTLY IN JACKSON. AT Sraamtable flriirs. CHURCH - STREET OPPOSITE POST OFFICE. iEVENTT-TWO Did you ever tell a joke to a cro wd or listen to some one doing the same without heating some one say, “Oh, I’ve heard that before?’’ It would be a great task to write a complete line of new jokes which would meet the approval of everyone and yet not embody any features of some “old chestnut.” To make apologies for the jokes in this publication is the reason for this article. We do not claim to have a joker who is so original that he would make you laugh, neither do we guarantee to pay any damages resulting from the reading of these jokes; with many profound apologies for the dry wit and humor herein contained, all we ask of you is to try to laugh and then forget. JOKES. Joe—“What are you limping for, Dick?” Dick—“What do you suppose, a toothache?” Bill Long (stalled in a Latin translation)—“Oh, lpt’s see—well—oh, yes— wait a minute -oh—” Miss Jones—“Alright. I’m not going to leave.” Mr. Parrot received the following on a Biology examination paper, “The back- bone is a bone that holds up the neck and ribs and keeps a person from having longer legs.” He—“A wise man is never sure, a fool is always certain.” She—“Are you sure?” He—“I am certain.” Mr. Henson—“Why wasn’t Henry Clay elected?” Shuters—“I suppose he didn’t receive enough votes.” Mr. Parrot—“What is the office of the gastric juice?” Alfred Evans—“The stomach.” Mr. Henson—“If I find a knife and sell it for one cent, what is my gain in percent?” Shuters—“One cent.” Mr. H.—“Very evident.” Under a spreading chestnut tree Is William Long’s “retreat.” William, a mighty man is he With large and sinewy feet. Miss Houser—“James, can you tell me how Charles I of England died?” Jim Plummer looked out the window in deep thought, and then shook his head, “no.” Miss Houser, then pointed her finger to her neck so as to give him a hint. SEVENTY-THREE. L. T. FENNING, Jrutplrr at© ©ptirian, iHnairal 3 nHtrmnrnta auk i tringa. J. D. Brokenshire, C. C. Halterman, UP-TO-DATE SHOE REPAIR SHOP. MAIN STREET OPTOMETRIST. Latest Hethods of Refraction. Satisfaction Guaranteed. LENSES DUPLICATED. Church St. Dr. Williams Office. Bn ffl. §. Artltar —at— Hlanlmttau BU'slauraut --FOR-- ittrahi, Ctwrlf anh S� oft Irinka, Umotmft?. Uniaftumg. %. E. Srln'llfiujrr. DENTIST, CHURCH - - STREET O. L. GAAT, Up=to=Date BaKery. YOUR BUSINESS SOLICITED. 165 BROADWAY, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL. JACKSON, OHIO. JE.VE. NTT-FOUR A light suddenly showed on his face ana he said, “Cholera.” “Archimedes,” read Haldor Brown, “leaped from his bath, shouting ‘Eureka! Eureka!’” “One moment,” said Mr. Newell, “what does ‘Eureka’ rman?” Haldor—“It means, Tve found it.’” Mr. N.—“Found what?” H B.— “The soap, I guess.” Jim Ervin—“Forty miles an hour! Are } ou brave?” Louise —(swallowing a mouthful of dust) “Yes, I’m full of grit.” There are meters iambic And meters trochaic There are meters in musical tone; But the meter That’s sweeter And neater, Completer, Is to meet ’er In the moonlight alone. John McNeer tin English)—“When Ruskin was traveling in Italy, he kept a dairy.” Mr. Henson—“W’hen was the revival of learning?” Hansee—“Just before the exims.” Mr. Newell—“Order! Order!” Haley (asleep)—“Ham and eggs, please,” Blaine Matthews —“ Where’s that dog I sold you the oiher day?” Lew Bragg—“Oh, that poor baste swallowed a tape measure and died.” B. M —“Died by inches, eh?” L. B.— “Nope, he went around the house and died by the yard.” Mr. Henson—“Now as the examination questions are in the hands of the printers, has anyone a question?” Jim Plummer—“Yes sir. who’s the printer?” itVENTT-FIVE Mr. Henson- What do you know about 1776?” Warren Dever—“Left half around right end.” BUSINESS. Him—Are you ticklish?” Her—“I don’t know ” Lovesick Male—“The only girl in the world has refused me. How can I get along without her?” Piactical Female—“Breathe plenty of fresh air, eat three square meals a day, sleep nine hours each night and wrap up well on damp days. Freshman -“A compound of ‘fresh’ meaning ‘green,’ and the abbreviation of ‘mango’ meaning ‘fruit ” “Oh, I say old man, what are you doing with that bucket of coal?” “My wife fired the janitor and now I’ve got to fire the furnace.” “That’s where I shine,” said the young man as he showed his blue suit to the tailor. 1st. Senior—“I’ve just had my picture taken for the annual.” 2nd. Senior—“Got the proofs?” 1st Senior—“No; you’ll have to take my word for it.” Mr. Parrot—“Where do the bugs go in the winter?” Biology student—‘ Search me.” The account of the last interclass game given on page fifty-five was between the Seniors and Sophomores instead of Seniors and Freshmen The Seniors beat the Sophs 2 to 0. Also, on account of school closing a week early, the remainder of the Alumni letters will have to be omitted Many apologies. WHO’S WHO? MILLER, TUK Photographer, Main Street, OPPOSITE POST OFFICE. lassr lull i’nm'H BY THE INNING AT THE SMOKE HOUSE. THE Davis Millinery, 216 BROADWAY, JACKSON, OHIO. TAILORED AND DRESS HATS. THE HAT THOP, EXCLUSIVE ITTLEI AT POPUL A R PR ICES. MRS. B. CALDWELL, TELEPHONE 388, MASONIC TEMPLE. GOODS DELIVERED FREE. S. J. MORGAN, DEALER IN DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, FLOUR, PRODUCE. Jackson, Ohio. MAIN STREET. H. B. SHAFFER, DRUGGIST, BROADWAY AND PEARL STS. SEVENTY JIX MY OSKY WOW In years to come, and now, dear book, I hope to come to you and look Into the past, back into my life, And grateful be for memories rife; School days, the greatest days of youth, Faces of friends, your lasting truth Sc faithfully keeps for the lonely hour, When reminiscence is in flower. And blue demons strive to blight it; The lonely hour, with your thoughts to right it, Is sure to be cheerful—filled with smiles and sighs, Smiles of reflections from memories’ skies, Sighs the breath from a heart that is yearning For one more day to the old friends returning, And yet is glad, for my one best friend Is near me still, and will be, till the end. Hank the balance. The difference between Ford cost and heavy car cost is “velvet” for the prudent buyer. He knows the Ford not only saves him dollars but serves him best. It’s a better car sold at a lower price. Five hundred dollars is the new price of the Ford runabout; the touring car is five fifty; the town car seven fifty—all f. o. b. Detroit, complete with equipment. Get catalogue and particulars from Chas. A. Scott, Coalton, Ohio, Fxhibit at Motz Building, Jackson, Ohio, every Saturday. To Miss Lucy B. Jones whose wise regulations, many kind acts, and excellent teaching will cause her to be remembered long in the hearts of her pupils, we, the students of the Jackson High School, dedicate this publication. OSKY WOW WOW! WISKY WEE WEE! HOLY MAKAI! JACKSON HIGH! RAH! ip V, wf i A V.' I •ZTK- ■ A