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

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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

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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

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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