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

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 OHIO. I was born in Ohio, and I state the fact with pride. I am proud of all her hill-sides, and her fertile valleys wide; Proud of her majestic forests, of her placid rivers h ue; Proud of all her wealth of blossoms, of her sons and daughters too Happy is the man or woman who, like me can proudly say, “I was born in Ohio, and it’s there I'm bound to stay.” Oh, those Ohio hills, tugged, rocky, high and steep! They are solemn in the twilight, when the somber shadows creep; They are fairest in the morning when the rosy sprite of dawn Lays her finger on their summits, ere the shades of night are gone. Oh, those mighty cattled hills, rising high and stretching far, Hiding-place of evening sunbeams, and of morning’s latest star. Oh, Ohio’s virgin forests,— slender maple, stately pine, Mighty oak and beech and chestnut; round whose trunks the wild vines twine! And the scarlet-fruited cherry, and the locust, white wiih bloom, And the cedar, drooping sadly, o’er (perchance] a forest tomb. Oh, those leafy, silent forests, with stray sunbeams sifting through. Where soaring, wild birds send their songs far-echoing to you! Oh, those Ohio rivers, and the lesser valley streams. Dashing, leaping, down the hill-sides bright with many hues and gleams! Dear old Maumee, ‘‘Peacefull water,’’ fair as any meadow-rill, Moaning, sighing, laughing, singing, in my dreams I hear you still! Quaint Ohio rivers - each still hears its Indian name l amed in legend, and deserving, to the utmost of their fame. Oh, those Ohio blossoms! Sweet arbutus in the spring — Anemones,—lady-slipper, these in turn their offerings bring. Daisies, white and blue and yellow; poppies, red and larkspur blue, Honeysuckle, sweet of odor; gentian with the sky's own hue. And in Autumn, glowing fields of gleaming golden-rod. By the lavish hand of nature, strewn upon this woodland sod. I was born in Ohio—in the greatest, grandest state -In the buckeye of the Union - best of all the fortv-eight; As a gift our state has given, to the claim of Uncle Sam Six of our most honored presidents, and they the worthiest of men. Proud and happy’s the man or woman who can say, “I was born in Ohio! rho I’ve wondered far away.” THIRTY-N'

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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.

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lop Row:—Miss Johnson, Shuter, Miss Alexander, Mohatt, Miss Shriver, Dyer. Bottom Row:—Jones, Miss Eubanks, Osborn, Miss Evans, Stout. THIRTt-iEVEN