Jamestown High School - Red and Green Yearbook (Jamestown, NY)

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To Charles Edward Hall Ah! Friend, how sad we all do feel each day. How lonesome have become these darkened halls. How clear we hear your voice as it still calls Some word of cheer or hums some merry lay. You n'er were destined to be called to pay The sacrifice supreme or view the walls All torn nor see a comrad as he falls. Your course lay in a vastly different way. As I look up I see thy piercing eye And still recall your face as you did stand That last yet happy time before us all. Ah! Friend, With pain each one now stills a sigh And wonders why before all in the land You should so early hear the fateful call. Lytron A. Scholpp, '2O. In Memoriam The Class of Nineteen Hundred Nineteen, Jamestown High Scho-ol. At a special meeting of the Senior Class, held Tuesday, April 29, l9l9, inasmuch, as our beloved classmate, Charles li. Hall, had passed away, the following resolutions were adopted: First: That the class should enter upon a period of mourning and in significance thereof that the gavel should be draped. Second: That a committee should be appointed for the purpose of drawing up a ntting tribute to the life and character of our late friend and classmate. Third: That the said resolution should be spread upon the records of the class and a copy of the same should be sent to the parents of our beloved friend. The following tribute was drawn up by the committee and un- animously adopted by the class: Charles Edward Hall Charles was a young man of sterling worth and nobility of char- acter. His charming personality and democratic manner won for him the love and admiration of everyone with whom he came in contact. Every position of responsibility and trust placed upon him he fulfilled with a remarkable ability, characteristic of his natural and individual powers of leadership. His cheerful ccncern in the welfare of others and his willingness to do whatever was asked of him even at the sac- rifice of his own interests were his most predominant qualities. lYe cannot say too much of t'harlie'sU wide influence among all the students of the schcol. ln his office as chairman of the mass meet- 17

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As a school, we were recently called upon to mourn the death of our beloved friend and fellow student, Charles Edward Hall. His loss is a sad and irreparable one. XYith a natural ability for leadership, he was the moving spirit of many school organizations. lYith his talent for journalism, it was only natural that he should be found on the staff of the Red and Green for 1917-18, and that he should be elected editor-in- chief for 1918-19. The two early issues of this year contain editorials from his pen, and similarly would this department of the Senior Annual have been headed by his editorials, if he had been spared to us, but, as it is, his picture must suffice. lt was Charlieys dearest wish to make this year's annual a splendid and true representation of the school. lt has been with this wish in view, that the staff and students have labored. May his spirit, so breathed into this magazine, make of it the success he would have wished. A. R. '19. 16

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ings, his constant effort to promote school spirit was an inspiration to all. As editor-in-chief of the school publicationihe showed marked execu- tive and literary capacity. As president of the class of 1919 in its junior year, the class is indebted to him for whatever good they accomplished. To his associates he leaves the memory of a loyal and faithful friend and the ideal of a clean and strong young manhood. NVe, his classmates, affectionately dedicate our remaining high school days to bringing our school year to the victorious conclusion that his spirit and loyalty always desired. Ernest D. Leet, Lyman H. Aiken, Alan R. Rowley, Committee. b Tribute to Charles E. Hall Oh, Charles! thou who wert sick for five whole weeks, .Oh, Charles! surprised we were to hear of thy death, Thou who wert once our President, Oh, Charles! thou who wert once our friend and guide, Wle think of thee who late hast died. Our thoughts we here do dedicate. Oh, Charles! we mourn for thee, our classmate VX'here diligently thou worked as editor-in-chiefg Thou who now hast left us in grief. Oh, Charles! thou who wert sick for five whole weeks, Hovering between life and death, and weak, But no complaints did we receive from you, Thou withstood the strain as few could do. But now thou art gone, Oh, Charles! Though, we think of thee at intervals, Thou art gone, gone into the great beyond, Wfhere we will meet again at the trumpet sound. VVe will ne'er forget the last time we saw thee,- As thou laid in thy coffin silently, p Thy countenance was as white as the morning's dew: Thy lips as colorless as thy countenance true. Silently in thy deep grave dost thou rest, Blind art thou to nature so wonderfully dresst, No more wilt thou hear the birds as they sing Or hear the chiming bells as they ring. -G. Hjalmar Gustafson, 'l9. 18