Chester High School - Summit Yearbook (Chester, IL)

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ity, not far from the r a number of years, : years of 1902-3. she ite work in the Ian-1903. home college, YVest-I.atin and first-year self a most excellent county. lie was educated at Ewing College, and at the Southern Normal at Carbondale. Me graduated from the latter in 1895, ai,d began teaching at the age of 20, and has taught continuously since except when attending school. In the last eight years, Prof. Jones has taught with marked success as principal in the schools at De Soto. Illinois, and as superintendent at Creal Springs. The last four years he has done efficient work as principal of the Chester High School, where he has just been employed for a fifth term. ear. = 0 i’boto l.y Jootman.

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A Tribute. This is the school of our childhood: The mouldering portraits of statesmen, Covered with dust, and on walls grown Indistinct in the shadow, S'nnd like friends of the past. With glances sad and prophetic, Stand like friends of yore, Who heap benedictions upon us. Anon, from its weather-stained bclfiy, The iron-tongued bell rings, And in accents disconsolate, Answers the wail of the north wind. This is the school of our childhood: But where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roc, old, When he hears, in the woodland, The voice of the huntsman? Where is the noble professor, The idol of freshman and senior? A man whose life glided on Like ships that pass o’er the ocean: Instructing us firmly, but gently, And winning our hearts by his kindness. Gone is our noble professor. 10 And his pupils forever departed, Scattered, like dust and the leaves, When the mighty blasts of October, Seize them, and whirl them aloft And scatter them far over the ocean; But still, in our memory lingers The friend who is gone--not forgotten. Ye, who believe in affection Thatendures through the toil of a lifetime, Ye, who believe in the beauty and strength Or a pupil's devotion. List to this tale of our schooldays— The days that were hopeful and happv.