Bloomsburg University - Obiter Yearbook (Bloomsburg, PA)

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PROF, F. H. JENKINS 3 b Oj

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WAT b Prof. F. H. Jenkins EOF. F. H. Jenkins was born in Chittenanga, Madison Co., N. Y. March 15, 1855. He re- ceived his early training at private and public schools in Chittenango. In 1873 he came to Bloomsburg State Normal School to prepare for College, and graduated in the College preparatory School in 1876. He attended Amhurst College from 1876 to 1878. Had typhoid fever and could not return to complete his College course. In 1887 he received the degree of A.M. at Pennsylvania College, Gettysburg, Pa. He was principal of the Public Schools in Easton, N. y. from 1880 to 1884. Came to Bloomsburg State Normal School in 1884, and was teacher of English untU 1895, when he was made Registrar and Business Manager of the School, which position he still holds. Dec. 22, 1880 he was married to Anna M. Bitten- bender, of Bloomsburg, Pa., daughter of Conard Bit- tenbender, one of the original trustees of the Normal School. They had one child Margaret Elizabeth, now Mrs. R. A. McCachram, who resides in Bloomsburg.

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The Hill-Top School Blue skies and the river sparkling, The lilting song of a bird, The crescent moon rising and darkling, A voice in the silence heard. Or, the crackling of frost in the morning, The hungry North-winds whine, The Thunder God ' s deep warning. All These, Bloomsburg, were thine. We all who have known thee and loved thee. Know not easy to climb was the road. That led from the wide-spreading valley. To the heights of thy high abode. Not to the slothful, the hill-tops, Not to the fearfu l, the heights, We must win to the top by our striving. Away from the valley ' s delights. And today as we stand on the threshold, With life stretching widely afar, We know that to gain to the summit We must keep our eyes fixed on a star. Must press onward, and upward, still climbing Though dark and toilsome the way. Still onward, with no repining. Till bright in the clear light of day. We stand on the hill-top ' s summit, Below us the valley and shade . The steeps and the heights all surmounted, A road to the top we have made. And so we leave you old Normal, We thank you, with hearts brimming o ' er For the lessons we learnrd in your classrooms A lesson of wisdom and lore. For, ' tis only by trial and hardship The best things of life are obtained, ' Tis only by climbing the hil lsides. The high tow ' ring summits are gained. Stay long, oh school, on your hilltop. Your tower against the sky Show to the world your ideal. Tell men how to live, not to die. Bring help to the high and the lowly. To all in the field or the mart ' Til all, in God ' s whole creation Unite in doing their part. EVALYN D. WAGNER 3 Paae Four