Mount Cory High School - Shamrock Yearbook (Mount Cory, OH)

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Valedictory Lost: One gilded hour with 60 golden minutes in it! How many of us could claim this hour and how many of us would gladly pay a reward if it were returned? All of us are guilty of wasting these precious minutes because we have failed to be on time. Success is the child of two very plain parents-punctuality and accuracy, it de- mands that we be on time. This has been proven by the lives of many great men. General Putnam when he received the call to defend his country did not waste a minute and was therefore successful. That great military genius, Napoleon, laid much stress upon that supreme mo- ment that nick of time which, if taken advantage of, meant success in every battle. The following incident taken from his life shows even more clearly his be- lief in punctuality. When his dinner guests did not arrive on time, he began to eat without them. They arrived just as he Was rising from the table. Gentlemen , he said, it is now past dinner time, and we shall proceed immediately to business. Franklin said to a servant who was always late, but always ready with an excuse, I have generally found that the man who is good at excuses is good for nothing else. Delays are dangerous, we know that Julius Caesar's delay to read a message cost him his life. Tomorrow , is the devil's motto. When you have something to do, do it! The energy wasted in postponing until tomorrow a duty of today would often do the work. There is no moment like the present. Better late than never is not half so good a maxim as Better never late . Strike while the iron is hot and Make hay while the sun shines . Many a wasted life dates its ruin from a lost five minutes. Too late can be read between the lines on the tombstones of many a man who has failed. A few minutes often makes all the difference between victory and defeat, success and failure. Punctuality is the soul of business, as brevity of wit. Every business man knows that each minute counts. In our highly specialized industries today it is necessary that every man be in his place on time. If in a department of a factory employing 500 men, one man is late delaying the starting five minutes, not live minutes but 2500 minutes are lost. One of the greatest gains civilization has made is in measuring and utilizing time. We can do as much in an hour today as they could in twenty hours a hundred years ago, and if it was a hanging affair then to lose a few minutes, what should the penalty be now for a like oH'ense? A conductor's watch is behind time, and a frightful railway collision occurs. An innocent man is hanged because the messenger bearing his pardon is five minutes late. Again I say, Delays are dangerous. Be on time! From our own experience we know that when we are late it is physically harm- ful to us. If we have to hurry to be on time our circulatory system is disturbed and our nervous system upset. A basketball player who rushes on the floor at the last minute isn't able to think clearly and do his best. A student who rushes in, for an examination, just as the bell rings loses valuable time while he is trying to collect his thoughts. Be on time and save your physical exertion for something worthwhile. It is no use runningg to set out before time is the main point. Yet though the ebbing of Time's mighty river Leave our young blossoms to die, Let him roll smooth in his currents forever, Till the last pebble is dry. But there are some things which are hard to perform on time. Saying fare- well to those with whom we have associated for the last twelve years is one of the things we would like to put off until tomorrow. Knowing that this is impossible we shall say it now to each other. We hope that we shall be able to meet often and each one will be able to gain what he desires most in life. To our teachers who have thus far guided us on our journey through life we say farewell. Although we have seemed unappreciative at times, we know that their influence will help us in our later life. And to those who are to follow us we say Aim high and forever hold your aim and always be on time. But the best of life is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made, Our times are in His hand Who saith, a whole I planned, Youth shows but half 5 trust God, see all, nor be afraid! Marsella Reese

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Salutatory We, the Senior Class of Mt. Cory High School, are happy to welcome our parents and friends to our commencement. We wish to thank all who are responsible for our education: First-To God from whom comes every good gift. Let's recognize God's blessing. Second-To our parents who have shown proper interest in our education. Third-To the board of education who were willing to give of their time in unselfish devotion to the cause in which the entire community might benefit. Fourth-To our teachers who have offered their services. Though they have been remunerated, yet money can never buy the true values of life which have come to us in the past four years. The class, which it is my privilege to represent, have sought to aim high and hold our aim. We appreciate every influence in this entire community which has been instrumental in molding our lives into useful characters. With these unusual privileges that have been offered to us through our beloved school, we cannot help but feel conscious of the responsibility which rests upon us. Jesus said to his disciples, Freely ye have received, freely give. It can well be said of us that during the past four years we have freely received. And now as we face life and are to cross the threshold which will lead us into new paths in life, the challenge comes to us, Freely give. If we heed this challenge, we shall iind that it is even more blessed to give than to receive. A life that is willing only to receive, but unwilling to give, will become as a stagnant body of water which has an inlet but no outlet. We, however, choose that our lives should be as a mountain stream which has as its source a spring which is inexhaustible and which sings and sparkles along its course, quenching the thirst of the weary tourist and transforming a desert into a garden. A small lad was brought to Jesus. He had but little, in fact, only five loaves and two fishes. A hungry multitude was present. One of the disciples asked, But what are these among so many? ' Humanly speaking they amounted to very little but when yielded to Jesus, they were used to feed the hungry multitude. I should like to mention this the first requisite in order that we might freely give, namely, that our lives be yielded to Jesus Christ. If they are, He will use us to feed the hungry multitude which is in dire need of competent leadership today. We cannot give until we have received. Each of us will aim high for material success. Some will no doubt be more successful than others. None of us, though we have but limited material success, will be kept from giving something that is worth while. We too may be forced to say, Silver and gold have I none but such as I have, give I thee. All of us can give to our fellowmen a kind word of encouragement. This may seem small and yet it has proven to be the secret of many a man's success. A character that is clean with a high and noble purpose in life, with an un- selfish motive will ever have much to share. The life that will think on whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatso- ever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things for they will refiect to others what we are and what we have to share. If we would save our lives we must be willing to lose our lives in unselfish devotion to the will of God and freely give to our fellowmen. CeLesta M. Amstutz

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Seniors Have you ever felt inspired To write a little poem About your classmates' characters And call it all your own? As I pick up my pencil, It isn't hard to see Our little tomboy Mary Climbing up a tree. As I keep thinking quietly, It isn't hard to view Our little friend Marsella With some definite task to do. I'm sure you'll all agree That Betty is a pal, Maxine is what I would call An all-American gal. Esther-now I must think My adjectives are few, But if I'd call her happy, Wouldn't you do it too? I'm thinking of a true friend, Do you want to know the name? Why, of course, CeLesta You all would say the same. My pencil starts to shaking When I think about the boys, But what would 'Cory ever do Without their boistrous noise? I can easily picture Donny When the teacher asks a question Say- Oh, I thought you wanted Nusbaum To give that recitation. But when the teacher wishes to Hear Don Nusbaum recite, Donny start to talking And keeps up until night. And there is Burnette Powell- I'm sure I wou1dn't lie- If I said everyone thought him The shiek of Cory High. Did you ever know anyone That knows most everything And still has time to play about? Well, that is Norman King. Don Would you believe me if I said The Sophomores think that Charles Guin is enough to make Their hearts go pitty-pat? As I try to picture Arlo, I got this kind of view- In actions he hasn't changed a bit These many school days through. But when I think of stature I only say dear me, I never thought that one could change From a boy into a tree. Andfnext comes what you are waiting or Your hero, Charles Striteg When I say he plays football, I'm only expressing it light. And then I think of Sonny- Earl is his name- But he's so very little You nearly forget the same. Richard Bowersox, Dick for short, Is of the quiet type But please don't misunderstand And think it isn't right, Because he has a friend With the same name as he And also same in character, Richard Moyer don't you see. Please don't let me forget The curly haired Roy Crow, As I said his hair is curly But always just so-so. And last but not least I have a name in mind, Frank Balister, oh don't forget, He is the joking kind. And as for myself I'd just as leave forget That I ever existed And let it go at that. And now my dear classmates I must say good-bye, And hope you will forgive me If I have told a lie. Opal Edinger