Scioto Township High School - Sciotonian Yearbook (Commercial Point, OH)

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And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day. The k1ng's SOD Saw the opportunity that the oraven had failed to recognize and with it won a victory. Courage and a broken sword achieved what fe a r never dared to dream of and saved a great cause. To many combatants in the battle of life the same disaster occurs. Lack of success is laid to lack of opportunity. How often we hear some one say, If I had only been given his chance, I would have done even greater things than he has accomplished. Of course it is true that equal opportunities do not come to ally that would be impossible But it is equally true that many fail to see or to use what chances they have. They fancy that something just ahead or out of reach is the essential means of their success. A sword of Keener steel or the blue blade of the k1ng's son is not at hand, so they go down to defeat. Then along comes a sharp-eyed soldier in the battle of competition, seizes the nearest weapon, the unused opportunity, and achieves his ambition. We sincerely hope that we shall all be at home when Opportunity knocks at our door, calls us on the telephone, or otherwise manifests an interest in us. May we recognize him, receive him warmly, and make the best possible use of Els presence, and may we never, never neglect im. Once more permit me to welcome you as our guests on this, our last appearance as Seniors of the Scioto Township High School. When next we gather here we, too, shall be guests as- sembled to wish Godspeed to some other Senior class, as ambitious and happy as we. Tonight we trust that our hospitality may be as gracious and as pleasing to you as we would have it. May You obtain as much satisfaction and delight from being here as we have in entertaining you on our last appearance as the Senior class of 1946. B111 Dechert

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1 .SALUTATORY OPPORTUNITY My friends, I am glad to welcome you tonight. Our graduating exercises would be incomplete without your presence and our parting from the school would be sad without your good wishes. We feel that another guest is present at our assembly. He was not formally invited 'but his presence has been eagerly awaited by all of us. Our ears have been listening anxiously to hear him Knock, and our eyes have been gazing sharply at every stranger, lest we should see and fail to recognize him, for mnhose coming we so trust- ingly wait, and upon whom so much depends. This unseen guest is Opportunity. Our future rests with him. It is often said that Opportunity knocks but once at every rnan's door.. Perhaps in this modem age he wouldn't knock at all but call up on the telephone. And how tragic if we failed torecoge T13-le his voice when he said, Hello 2 C1'18f1C S have been neglected, careers have come to naught, battles have been lost, and fame has faded away, all because thg prq,tagon18t failed to recognize Opportunity when he came. Perhaps many of you are familiar with. the UOPUI Of Edward Rowland Still, called Opportunity, which reads as follows: This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dreams- There spread a cloud of dust along a plaing And underneath the cloud, or in lt, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed byfocs, A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought 'Had a sword of Keener steel- That blue blade that the king's son bears- but this BluEt.th1ng. He snapped and flung it from his and, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore'beStead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hllt buried in the dry and trodden sand,

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,W V, .fvvr-vv -YH - - - --- f- 3--T,'Y!!51,.,f CLASS HISTORY This is a story of great achievements. As historian of the great class of 'L6 of Scioto Township, my task is of great mag- nitude. Perhaps H.G. Wells could do just- ice to this task and could reveal a thou- sand realistic deteils but mine is only a feeble attempt to tell the story of the last four years of the Senior Class. Perhaps you are a very practical senior who does not care for cloudy abstraction or musings. You prefer just facts. On the other hand, you may prefer moments of daydreaming for v1sualization.of the Wgood old daysn of the past. All of you will want to remember events of high school days when you look back to this time. You will recall pleasant events or comradeshipg you will want some marks by which to re- call these fond memories. There is no necessity to spray perfume through-out this history. The record of the class of ZA6 speaks for itself. But somehow in the routine of the daily grind one loses sight, of the whole and is apt to forget the greater and more important facts. A ' ' On Monday morning, September 3, l93L, twenty-eight first graders started on a twelve year journey of knowledge under the direction of Miss Vernadine Le May These membersmmre Ellabelle Redman, Chum- tina Hoover,lkuma-Graham,Nhry Jean Hoover' Pearlene Williams, Nancy Green, Lois Hare, Betty McGhee, Georgia Glandon, Helen Goch- enour, Marilyn Troutman, Lucille Redman, Pudgie Montel, Emerson Braskett, William Neal, Harold Lawless, William Deohert Ned Wilson, Alva Carfrey, Robert Rodgers,' Robert Willbarger, John Coey, Billy Sines, Leslie Bowsher, Ralph Hott, Jackie Upp-