Curwensville Area High School - Echo Yearbook (Curwensville, PA)

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8 THE ECHO GRANT NORRIS' FAVORITE HYIVIN WILL THERE BE ANY STARS IN MY CROWN? I am thinking today of that beautiful land I shall reach when the sun goeth down When thro wonderful grace by my Saviour I stand Will there be any stars ln my crown3 CHORUS Will there be any stars in my crown When at evening the sun goeth down3 When I wake with the blest lh the mansions of rest Will there be any stars in my crown3 In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray Let me watch as a winner of souls That bright stars may be mme in the glorious day When his praise I1ke the sea blllow rolls O what joy it will be when HIS face I behold Living gems at His feet to lay down It would sweeten my bliss IH the clty of gold Should there be any stars in my crown UE55lZGU GRANT NORRIS FAVORITE BIBLE SELECTION l Corinthians 13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity I am become as sounding brass or a tlnkllng cymbal And though I have the glft of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains and have not charity I am nothing And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor and though I give my body to be burned and have not charity it proflteth me nothing itself is not puffed up Doth not behave itself unseemly seeketh not her own IS not easily provoked thinketh no evil Rejoxceth not in iniquity but re Joiceth in the truth Beareth all things believeth all things hopeth all things endureth all things Charity never falleth but whether there be prophecies they shall fall whether there be tongues they shall cease whether there be knowledge it shall vanish away For we know in part and we prophesy in part But when that which is perfect is come then that which is in part shall be done away When I was a chlld I spake as a child I understood as a child I thought as a child but when I became a man I put away childish things For now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face now I know ln part but then shall I know even also as I am known And now abideth faith hope charity these three but the greatest of these IS charity , , . Charity suffereth long, and is kind: charity envieth notg charity vaunteth not

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THE ECHO BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF GRANT NORRIS Grant Norrxs was a natnve of Clearfxeld County as were hrs parents before hlm He was born ln Plke Townshlp on March 30 l868 and was there fore 60 years elght months and mne days old at the tlme of his death Hrs father was Thomas S Norrls who dled ln ISS9 Hrs mother Mary ane CAskeyD Norris who was born near the Chestnut Rldge school house died March 29 I9Z6 at the advanced age of 86 years The NOTTIS Camp was named after the father of Prof NOIFIS On the farm between New Mlllport and Kerrmoor the subject of this sketch spent hls boyhood days He recelved hx elementary educatlon at the Stony Pomt school ln Ferguson Townshlp and later attended Dickinson Semlnary at Wllllamsport He recelved the Bachelor of Arts degree from Allegheny College at Mead vllle as well as hls Ph D degree at the Unlverslty of Pxttsburgh Maklng 6dUCatlOH his llfe work he taught lh the Hlllsdale Mt oy Kerrmoor Normal Olanta Burnslde Morrlson s Cove Wllmerdlng East Free dom and Duncansvllle schools comlng to Curwensvllle IH l92I Whlle at Wllmerdlng on August 8 l90I Prof Norrls was marrled to Mxss Katherme Hunter Ferguson who survlves with two chlldren Hugh Grant Norris prlnclpal of the schools at Ramey and Miss Helen Ferguson Norrls at home Prof Norrls was one of fourteen chlldren seven of whom survlve as follows Mrs George l.. Thurston of Clearfield Blake W Norrls of Kerrmoor Wade Norrls of New Mlllport Mrs Laura Frlck of Eureka Cal Perry A Norrls of New Mlllport Mrs Nora Sohl ofL1v1ngston Montana and Mrs George M DeHaas of Phlladelphla He was the Chxef Cur of the local organxzatlon of the Yellow Dogs and lt IS largely due to hx ll'lltl3.tlVC and energy that the Improvements of lrvln Park were carrled to a full frultlon He was a member of the Masonic lodge of Wllmerdlng Keystone Forest of the Tall Cedars of Lebanon of thls place the Coudersport Conslstery and the affa Temple of the Anc1entArab1c Order Nobles of the Mystic Shrlne of Altoona The funeral was held at hls late resldence Monday evenlng at 8 0 clock and was conducted by Rev C Colllns of WllllamSpOft a former pastor here Rev Harry arrett of McConnellsburg but formerly of New Mlllport and Rev ames M Brennan pastor of the M E. Church The pall bearers chosen by the deceased were ohn A Dale representlng the Sunday School A G Woodward a member of Mr NOTTIS Sunday School class Prof Harry H Foreman ofthe publlc school faculty Harry G Gates Presldent of the School Board John F Haupt representlng the Yellow Dogs and M A Caldwell of the Masomc bodles of whrch the deceased was a member On Tuesday at 8 30 A M the Senlor Class of the Curwensvllle Hlgh School wrtnessed at the Norrls home wrth bared heads bowed rn reverence the departure ofthe remains whlch were accompanied by Messrs Dale and Woodward to Pxttsburgh where Interment was made ln the Homewood cemetery From the Curwensvxllc Herald ' 1 1 - . , . , J , . . . 3 . , .J. 1 1 1 1 1 - , . . , D , . xl l ' . .J.. , , . . J . . . . J . . .. . , J . . ., . , , .

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THE ECHO GRANT NORRIS' FAVORITE POEIVI CROSSING THE BAR Sun set and evenlng star And one clear call for me' And may there be no moanlng of the bar When I put out to sea But such a txde as movlng seems asleep Too full for sound and foam W hen that XNIIICII drew from out the boundless deep Turns agaln home Twlllght and evemng bell And after that the dark' And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark For tho from out our bourne of tlme and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pllot face to face When I have crost the bar Al red Lord Tennyson 'HUZMCZU' GRANT NORRIS FAVORITE SONG Lovl-2 s OLD swear soNc Once ln the dear dead days beyond recall When on the world the mist began to fall Out of the dreams that rose 1n happy throng Low to our hearts Iove sang an old sweet son And IH the dusk where fell the hrellght gleam Softly It wove ltself 1nto our dream Chorus ust a song at twlllght when the Ilghts are ow And the Hlck rlng shadows softly come and go Tho the heart be weary sad the day and long Still to us at twlllght comes Iove s old song Comes Iove s old sweet song Lven today we hear Iove s song of yore Deep 1n our hearts It dwells forevermore Footsteps may falter weary grow the way Stxll we can hear It at the close of day So to the end when llfe s dlm shadows fall Love w1II be found the sweetest song of all v , . v n . 1 - -0. I 1 7 I V . .. I - Y f . .. n v - - v v v ., . - -