Mays Lick School - Cardinal Yearbook (Mays Lick, KY)

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PRINCIPAL'S MESSAGE When you, the members of the May's Lick High School Senior Class graduate this Spring, you will have reached a milestone on the road on which there is no turning back. Carefree childhood is behind you, and you have now reached the stage of bewildering adolescence. Adulthood with its responsibilities and likewise its joys and pain lie ahead. Personally, I am glad I met you at this stage of your journey. I am not at all worried about your abilities to face whatever comes your way. You are resourceful, and when you make up your mind to accomplish some- thing you can do it. It is true that you have not always used these potential abilities, but I know that they are there nevertheless. A- long with your parents, the faculty, and your friends, I take pride and congratulate each of you as we pause briefly to give recognition of achievement. When gratuation with its fun and its serious side is over, and you take up you responsibilities and start out again please put this motto inside your hat: Life is something you create, it is not some- thing you find. It is just existence itself that you find. It is my sincere desire that you become a creative person and I hope that you will amount to something. As Henry Thoreau said, It is not enough to be good, you must be good for something. I hope you will develop a healthy appetite for responsibility. It seems that you are getting out of high school at a most opportune time. Jobs are available, higher education may be yours, but under any circumstances I hope that you will not forget Him who makes all things possible. In closing this space alloted to me, I can express my sentiments no better than in a little verse written by that master educator. Dr. Thomas H. Briggs: My Friend who with reluctance left his nook And at my urging set upon the road That winds and winds precipitously upward Now sprang forward in his eagerness To conquer what he thought the last hard height. Having passed that way before I knew it well: From this crest one would see many more Rolling on and upward far as eye could reach, Enough to weight the feet with hopeless lead. Put with the view my comrade sprang ahead. Glorying in his new-found strength, and cried, Look! There's more to do, more heights to climb. So much ahead we have no time to lose.