Some time ago, during the Depression I do believe, there were two farmers, Smith and Jimmy. Their lives were pretty laidback, but, boy, was it boring. All day the two tended their cows, at night they would go back to the small shack they lived in, then they would eat their dinner and work in the garden, and then go to sleep. Every day, the same thing, over and over.
That was, untill one day. "Hey, Jimmy, how about we make a scarecrow," he said. "It would be fun to make, and we can put it in the garden to scare away all those birds." So, they gathered up some old rags and torn up clothes, pacthed it all up, and used a carved pumpkin for it's head, which inspired it's name, Jack.
Each morning, on their way to the field, they would tie Jack up on a pole in the garden, to scare away the birds, and each night, they would bring it inside, just in case it rained. When they were feeling playful, they would talk to him. Smith might ask, "How are the squash growing today, Jack?" Then Jimmy, spea