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

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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

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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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“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