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

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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

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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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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