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

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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;

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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

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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