Scott High School - Highlander Yearbook (North Braddock, PA)

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U5LC Mrs. Anna Gevaudan Miss Mary McNally Mrs. Grace Zoretich 10

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FELLOW STUDENTS: Just before Christmas a good friend of mine needed a reservation on an airplane to go to Memphis. In calling for the reservation the man at the office of the airplane company said that space 5 will be reserved for your friend. You see he had a space to fill. In these days of uncertainty we all have spaces to fill and we should fill them well. About this time a short year ago, the most brutal godless dictator of all times became nothing more than a memory, for he, like all mortal individuals, came to the end of the trail. You see he had a space to fill in life and his all consuming ambition was to become a dictator of all mankind. Hr did not ill his space. Up above Albany, New York, on the plains ol Saratoga there is a monument called, “The Empty Niche.” You can stand there and pay tribute to the heroes of that battle — General Morgan and General Schuyler. Their statues are in the spaces for them in that monument because they did fill their spaces and fill them well. On the other side of the monument there is an empty space which should have been filled by General Benedict Arnold. He sold his birthright for treason’s remorse and the monument will always be known as “ File Empty Niche.” A great doctor by the name of Sir Wilfred Grenfell left a lucrative practice in England and came to the rocky shores of Labrador. There, he operated upon those who needed it; cared for the sic k: taught them farming and how to better earn a living. He did not get paid, for they had no money to give him. He took the curtain of doubt and the shroud of despair from those folks who lived there. He filled his space and filled it well and he is known as one of the greatest men of his generation. Fhe real worth of any man is not how much money he has nor how well he can act but what he really contributes of himself to his fellow men. Several thousand years ago a mother had packed a lunch for a young man who found himself on the mountain side listening to the words of the greatest teacher who ever lived. Fhe crowd become hungry and this young man gave the five barley loaves and the two fishes which was all he had. You know the story — the hunger of the crowd disappeared. Some folks have five talents, some three, and some two talents. If we give all that we have, we are filling our spaces. All the food in the world, if it is kept stored in warehouses will never help starving men. All the talents of an individual if not released might as well be buried with the gold in Fort Knox. They live gloriously, fully and religiously who give what they have, fill their spaces and listen to the stars with an open heart. The Board of Education and the Administration of Scott High School extend to each one of you their best wishes with the hope that you will fill your spaces completely and will, therefore, make a contribution to your fellow men and to your generation. An anonymous poet puts it this way: A friendly smile, and loves embering spark, Hashes into flame and illumines the dark, A whispered “Be Brave” to our fellow men, And they pick up the thread of hope again. For thus, never a deed, nor an act, nor a thought, But that some great importance is fraught, For small things build up a Destiny, And blazon the way to an Eternity. Cordially yours, F. DeWitt Zuerner, Superintendent 9

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 Issistant jPmcli ucer a i OR. GALE R- KIRSCHNER Principal m eiiacfe Members of the class of 1954, often you have seen three little words—“Watch Your Step.” You have thought of them, no doubt, only in relation to yourselves. But they are of much greater importance when they are thought of in terms of your relationship with others. Your lives influence others, and you must help your fellowman. Whether you will it or not, you cannot journey without leaving footprints, and others will follow where you go because you have marked the way. The story is told of an old man going along a lone highway. At evening he came to a chasm, vast and deep and wide, through which a sullen tide was flowing. That stream had no fears for him. He crossed it easily, but when he reached the other side he turned and built a rude bridge to span the tide. A fellow pilgrim nearby said, “You are wasting strength in building here. You will never again pass this way. You have crossed the chasm. Why do you build the bridge?” The builder lifted his old gray head and said, “There follows after me today a youth who must pass this way. This chasm that was nothing to me, to that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. He too, must cross in the twilight dim; so, my friend, 1 am building a bridge for him.” Thus your lives must be. Whether you will it or not they are the beacon lights for others to follow. It is inevitable that your footprints will be left upon the sand of time, and you must be ever mindful of the other feet that will follow in your path. 11