Alameda High School - Acorn Yearbook (Alameda, CA)

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IN MEMORIAM Miss CHARLOTTE N. NEALE DIED MARCH 17, 1916 Calm, kindly, patient, strong in the quiet dignity of self control, broad in culture and experience, wise in sympathy and understanding ;—such was our friend and teacher, Miss Charlotte N. Neale. ‘We loved her for the loving thoughts which sped Straight from her heart, until they found their goa In some perplexed or troubled soul, And broke anew the ever living bread. We loved the mind courageous, which no dread Of failure ever daunted; whose control Of gentleness all opposition stole; We loved herself and all the joy she shed.”

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IN MEMORIAM Thelma Coney, a member of the class of June °19, whose sunny dis- position and brave fight against overwhelming odds endeared her to both teachers and students, was a courageous spirit whose brief sojourn has made her name a lasting memory. Her death on January 24, 1916, bereaved not only relatives and friends, but all her associates; for her unfailing cheerfulness and pluck were a constant inspiration.

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BS ey) N THE PLEASANT town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England, there , SW ) stands a low-roofed cottage where three hundred and fifty- two years ago William Shakespeare was born. “‘Its walls,’ says Washington Irving, “are covered with names and inscriptions in every language, by pilgrims of all nations, ranks and conditions, from the prince to the peasant; and present a simple but striking instance of the spon- taneous and universal homage of mankind to the great poet of nature.” Shakespeare is a great poet of nature, it is the “touch of nature” in his works that has made him not only England’s poet but the whole world’s kin. Homer, Dante, and Milton have immortalized their names in the world of literature; Shakespeare has immortalized his name in our hearts. We know really very little about Shakespeare personally, tradition and inference being responsible for many of the so-called facts on which our stories of his life are founded; but from his own writings we are enabled to know more of him than we would had he left a mass of facts for biographers to work with: for we can look into his soul. When he writes: “TI know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.”’ ae Daffodils That come before the swallows dare, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes Or Cytherea’s breath,’ we must infer that oftimes in his life he turned to nature and found in its beauty consolation and fresh inspiration. In his writings we see the man; courageous yet ever gentle and tender, great because his ideals were high and he lived in their glow and inspiration. The presence of love, truth, and charity in a human soul reveals a morality