Chicago State University - Emblem Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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HIS MANY, MANY CHILDREN Nearest to the heart of Mlliani Bishoj) Owen lay a love for his chil- dren — his own children and those thousands of adopted ones in whose lives he played so loving and important a part. He desired to have his students assume an active portion of the planning, managing and governing of the school, ' e were repeatedly called in to hear and suggest plans for various occasions. The special student and the one who was failing never had a better friend or a finer and more willing helper than Dr. Owen. He has spent uncountable hours with each one. listening to every stoiy. advising, con- soling, counseling. Dr. Owen was keenly alive to the social interests of Xormal. Scarcely anything made him happier than being with the girls and boys at their regular Friday afternoon Social Hour. It is general student opinion that after all we were happier that he had come back to us if only for a short while than if he had prolonged his western trip and spent those last months away from home . No one excejit his students can understand how much he was a part of us, and so we know that he also, if choice had been allowed him, would have made that last hour one of dance and melody. He encouraged many and frequent aiiairs by the numerous clubs in the school and he seldom missed one of these floings. often going from one to several others in a single afternoon. AA ' e can make no finer tribute than that which already abides in the hearts of those who ha e been his students and in whose world he has lived, sharing and encouraging, helping and befriending. We do not feel that we have lost him, for it is inevitable that that in- domitable spirit which prevailed not only in our little realm but also in the Nation ' s educational achievements is carrying on into a wider field than vou or I can estimate. It is growing again in the hearts and minds of those students who have passed under his influence and his teaching and who are today and tomorrow the guides and directors of the youth of America. Bessie Specht.

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THE PRESIDENT AND THE STUDENT William Bishop Owen was an ontstandin.y ' ojitimist in dealing with yonng- ]ieople. He always saw somethini very much worthwhile in all u them. As an illustration let me quote briefly from a conversation which I had with him just one week before he died in which he said, Isn ' t it won- W ' hile he continually apjjreciated the great contributions of the many, he never lost sight of the few, who for manifold reasons needed his insi)iring touch and his deep insight. It was a great thing to see him look into the minds and hearts of these Normal School students, to watch them unfold their minds to him. Because he combined that magnificent intellect with an intelligent and human insight that was marvellous, students did not fear talking over the most difBcult problems with him even when they knew the information given might have serious consecjuences for them. He put new light into their eyes, fresh smiles on faces saddened by a good many hinnan woes, and gave them all that appreciative human interest which heljied them, to go steadily forward. His, indeed, was the gentle spirit which went out to cure bitterness with his ever charitable interpretation of all of the comjilexities involved in our connnon, e ery-day life. Hazel L. Stillman.

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IN MEMORIAM II ash, d hi (,jlitn--sn(hJni rlosiiuj of a ]oor- A ( nicidiis (111(1 siisfdii iin j)rcs( lice ( one! The Ixuiittlni rli( of Jiis roicc iritlidroini : A niiiniiiir llntl liis like irill conic no more. Lrnniiii; iras I ' ciifiirc aiid release of son] .- A means to joiions lieinfj. and an end. W(dhin(j file dailji round as fri( nd irifJi friend, He jtlaniied fhe eoiupiesf of a far-off ' oaJ. For minds confused, in faiJiire and disfres. , Xo heidinn in fhe rii ors of flic la if. Bat, irifJi flic Teacher of all fiine. he sair A sidriin jioirer in liojn and h-indJiiu ss. He icins a dreamer ' s friiinijih in an hour Thaf holds no hiftcrness for those irho hnoir This dreamer does ind slccji beneath the snoir: Death is a friend irlio ijires his irisdom jioiiu r. Serene, 1 i i ond fhe clamor and the stress. In lives touched hij an im jnilse of his irill His eai er snirit hairs its challcni i still. h ' (deem(d from strife, and haste, and littleness. Helena (iiicin.