Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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Touchstone Our Principal On August 15, 1867, in the town of West Rupert. Vermont, some one was horn who was destined to guide our intellects at Millersvillc. This person was no other than our principal, l)r. (’. II. Gordinicr. In 1885 he was graduated from Troy High School, Pennsylvania and immediately he began his career at teaching. Valparaiso University later included his name among its graduates in the scientific and classical courses. This institution later conferred upon him the degree of Doc-tor of Philosophy. Ilis work in language was supplemented by a course at the University of Pennsylvania. The cause of Education has found a strong adherent in Dr. Gordinicr. He served as a teacher in Kentucky for a number of years. After teaching there he was principal of the Troy High School. In 1004 lie held the Chair of Latin at Shippcnsburg State Normal School. In 1906 he was elected to the position of dean and professor of Latin at Kee Mar College, Hagerstown, Maryland. Shippensburg recalled him in 1008 to conduct the department of English. Upon the death of Dr. Byerly, Millersvillc offered Dr. Gordinicr the position as professor of classical languages. In 1018 Millersvillc was honored by having Dr. Gordinicr as its principal. Dr. Gordinicr, as an educator, is widely known, partly through his institute work, but more through his educational policies. Dr. Gordinicr’s success is largely due to his charming personality, his keen sense of humor and: “To show the world what long ex|»eriencc gains. Requires not courage, tho it calls for pains. But at life's outset to inform mankind Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.” —10 —

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To the Faculty The onward course of the current of life, with Father Time l»y his side Has beckoned the class of 21, to follow mid divide. He has sighed o'er Farewells spoken, the parting of schoolmates true, He is passing our Alma Mater, and is speeding, Future, to you. But let us halt at the brink of the river before we pass our way, And recall once more the days that were happy and gay; I et us turn to the past and peer thru the open door, And take one long glance before we advance for a distant shore. We cannot live the old days o'er, filled some with joys and care But each one’s linked on Memory’s Chain, and we can keep them there. There are some things we carry forth, we cannot store away The lessons that our teachers taught, we'll use them every day. What patience they have had with us, with all our trials at school! How often have they proved to us. the blessings of the Golden Rule. How hard they tried to make us brace, to meet our future needs. How little thought they of themselves who showered on us kindly deeds. Teachers, you were sent to us, to guide us and to give A path to follow when we part, how best this life to live. If bright success shall meet our class, in days that arc to be. The Helping Hand that leads us there shall always come from thee. Farewell to dear old Normal and the teachers that you hold, bike a shepherd smiling bravely on his sheep within the fold. Tho we leave that fold to wander on Life’s uncertain sea. In our hearts you’re always with us, teach s, how we honor thee.