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

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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

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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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v Three Base Hit The fall of 1932 was a most important one in the minds of twenty-five pupils for this was the year they were to enter that new world known to them as High School . Our class officers for this year were, President, Willis King, Vice-presi- dent, Lois Jordang Treasurer, Betty Jene Carr. We were called green freshies by the higher classes at that time but probably there was sufficient reason. Before the term ended we had lost three good students, Sylvia Hartman, James Derringer, and Raymond Spangler, but still our class had the others in the high school outnumbered. Seven of the girls took part in basketball to help build a team for future years. Five boys took part in football and ten in basketball. In the year of 1933 we again drifted in the doors but not the same group for each one had grown to be a better looking person. We had gained two new mem- bers, Robert McVey and Josephine Dukes. By the end of the year we had lost three classmates, Mildred Hall, Helen Sampson, and Lloyd Skeeters. We were again represented in athletics, both boys and girls. Our class off'icers for this year were: President, Aulton Wagnerg Vice-president, Betty Jene Carrg Secretary, Lloyd Skeetersg Treasurer, Maxine Light, Reporter, Maurine King. At the beginning of the Junior year we realized that more responsibilities were ours to assume. Also our studies were more difficult compared with those of pre- vious years. We gained one more student, Maxine Inbody, making a total of twenty- two Juniors. Our class officers for this year were: President, Robert McVey, Vice- president, Willis King, Secretary-treasurer, Mary Louise Whislerg Reporter, Mau- rine King. Our class was very well represented in basketball and football this year with nine boys and eight girls in basketball and nine boys in football. Several good parties were held during the year and were well attended. A good social time was enjoyed with our schoolwork, making school more interesting. We Juniors showed our ability to act in our play The Hoodoo presented on April 5th, 1935. Miss Thomas, who had been our class sponsor for three years, directed the play. We entertained the Seniors at a banquet which was very successful. So long till next year. Juniors of M. C. H. S. Maurine King and Maxine Light Top row-V. Crow, I. Strite, W. King, R. Coleman, A. Denny, L. Jordan. Middle row-M. King, M. Harper, G. Beagle, B. Carr, E. Cook, K. Bowersox, E. Shafer, I. Billings, Miss Thomas, Sponsor. Bottom row-R. McVey, I. Fisher, L. Dukes, A. Wagner, J. Dukes, M. Light, M. Inbody, M. Whisler.