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

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AN ACCOUNT OF THE GAME FOR THE (Eliamjiumahip of the J. £. las? lull Crogur. Written by “Water Boy.” Approved by the “Official Umpire. After much ’’bullying’’ and ’’coaxing,’ Manager and Captain Allen, of the Senior team, was finally persuaded to seta date for the ’’Senior—Soph. ” game—the game that was to decide the championship of the ’’Inter-Class League” for the seasoen 1914. He chose, with his usual bad judgment, the most disagreeable day in weeks. Evidently, the Seniors were afraid of Abraham, of the Sophs., so Allen, crooked and strategic as he is, took advantage of Abraham’s sore arm to play on a cold day. The Seniors, of course, appeared on the diamond late. The fact was due, because Captain Allen had stopped on the way down to bribe the umpire, Alfred Evans, a very modest and quiet but near sighted youth. After the preliminary “warning up,’ Capt. Marshman, of the Sophs., announced as his batteries, Scurlock, in the box, “Boothy” catching. Captain Allen, having no real pitchers, decided to use Art, Roberts, while Blaine Matthews was the only one fool-hardy enough to stop his wild heaves. In the first inning Evans, the umpire, had an opportunity to show his genius. A man having been passed to first, Roberts, the Senior pitcher, endeavored to catch him sleeping off the base. Umpire Evans, who at the time was engaged in pinning a dan- delion on his manly breast, did not think it: necessary to observe the play but in a deep bass voice pronounced the runner out, before the ball had reached the first baseman. The Seniors showed weakness in batting. Very few hits were made off Abraham and Scurlock, tho the former merely tossed the ball over the plate. Roberts, with the aid of Evans, held the Sophs, very closely to a “no-hit” game, tho in the absence of an honest score-keeper no reliable statement can be made. A feature of the game was Allen’s crooked playing, coupled with Evans’ unerring umpiring. In the fourth inning with the score 0 to 0, Allen attempted to go home on a ground ball. Booth tagged him before he reached the plate, but Allen, always up to some crooked play, kicked the poor defenseless catcher in the stomach, causing him to drop the ball. Later on a like run was scored upon a similar play. As the Sophs, disdained to resort to such dastardly playing, the score stood at the end of the game, 2 to 0 in favor of Evans and and the Seniors. Yours resentfully. The Water Boy, T5. The Osky Wow’s Correspondent at the front. THIRTt-FOLR

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that they had not noticed anything else in the room. Now their attention .was turned '•'hen Bob announced that there were ashes in the fireplace and looked as if someone had been occupying the house recently. They examined the ashes hut could not tell what had been burned, except that it had been paper. “Boys! Look what I’ve found! ’ cried Jack in a moment and they all crowded about him to read the newspaper clipping, which Jack had picked up off the floor. It was a newspaper account of the robberies, which the hoys had been so interested in two nights before at Bob’s house “I say! this looks queer. Someone has been in this house since night before last, and I feel as if someone was in here now. We had better get out of here or else investigate. I believe we have stumbled upon something interesting as well as dangerous,’’ said Charley. I hey looked out to see if their car was safe, and they discovered that it was raining very hard. The rain came down in torrents and seemed to get worse every minute. ’’1 here is nothing to do, but to stay here all night,” said Bob. ’’It is almost dark now, and no one could run a car thru that storm. This is exciting—spending the night in a deserted house, it’s rather scary, too,” he added. “And not a bite to ear,” dolefully added Charley, “I don’t see much excitement out of it, rather dangerous, I think. What will we do to spend the evening?’’ ‘I 11 tell you a fine ghost story,” said Jack; so he proceeded to tell the most scary and ghostly story he ever heard, and when he finished poor Charley was frightened until he was shaking all over. They made a resolution not to sleep, but they were all so fatigued that in a short time all were sound asleep. The rain still continued to pour down. About midnight, Bob was awakened by the sound of footsteps. Hastily jumping up he saw a figure opening the door. The room was dark and the figure could not see that any one else was in the room The figure was feeling around on the floor for something. Bob sprang forward and in a moment had the fellow lying on the floor. The other boys were awake now and wanted to know what was the matter. When they heard all Bob knew about it, they turned to the fellow and asked him what he was doing there. “None of your business, he drawled out. “Now look here, young fellow, we want to know what you wanted here, and you are going to tell us, ’ said Bob in a menacing tone. But the fellow flatly refused to tell them anything, so they waited until daylight and putting him in the machine took him to the sheriff. The sheriff was very much interested in their story, and when they had told him all, he said, “But which of you did the capturing? ’ Jack said, “Bob did it sir.” “Well, young man, you get Si00, as you have captured Tom Morgan. ’ Bob was surprised, the very thing he had wished for, had happened It was a very proud boy that gave the $100 to his father that night I he prisoner said he always kept his booty hid in this old house and he knew he had dropped the locket and had gone back to get it as he wanted to keep it apart from the rest, as it was a personal belonging of his and did not belong with his stolen articles. I he old house was searched and many were the stolen articles which were found. Bob was praised by everyone for his bravery. THIRTT-THREE

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SENIOR CLASS SONG. CLASS OF FOURTEEN.. Tune—[Juanita.] [. Now comes the dawning;, Of a larger, brighter day; And then the conning Of life’s tasks for aye. In the depths of wisdom I.ies a ripened, untouched store. May we each in earnest Daily seek for more. 1st Chorus. Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Beloved class, we hold so dear;; Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Onward, upward, steer. II. Oft in the struggles And the toils and cares of life. Come High School mem’ries, With success still bright. Then with vigorous ardor Strive we ever more and more. To reach higher visions Than we have before. 2nd' Chorus. Fourteen, class of Fourteen, Ever lead us on afar; Fourteen, class of Fourteen Be our guiding star.