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

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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

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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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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