Macalester College - Quid Nunc Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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DR. IAMES WALLACE Dr. Wallace undertook the presidency of Macalester college during the depression of 1893 when debt was threatening to close its doors. By dint of self-sacrifice and hard Work, together with liberal contributions from benevolent friends, he guided the aca- demic ship safely into debt-free Waters. ln 1906 he resigned and took leave of absence, returning in 1909 to become head of the Bible Training department, at which post he remained until l932. During his busy life, Dr. Wallace did not confine his energies to educational fields alone. He freely and forcefully expressed his views on subjects of current importance both on the speaking platform and in his books. Students were always de- W g lighted by his appearances as chapel speaker, in which he in- jected witty comments into a pro- found philosophy of life. Dr. Wallace is gone, but his spirit lives on. lt is a spirit which is handed from one generation to another like a flaming torch, a torch which can never go out. lt is the spirit of youth. Over the bridge he helped to build shall tread the light steps of countless generations of youth, for Whom the chasm deep and wide has become, not a stumbling block, but a stepping stone to a more full life. emu ea Mm Dromgoole's poem The Bridge Builder epitomizes the Work of the late Dr. lames Wallace, president emeritus of the college, Whose passing last August leaves a great gap in the lives of students and faculty members. For more than ninety years he lived a useful and active life, asking little of the world, giving it much. His keen in- terest in youth, expressed itself in his Work to build the college he loved. The bridge he built is the Macalester of today, founded on the solid bed rock of Christianity and tempered with the love of an old builder. An old man going a lone highway Came in the evening cold and gray To a chasm vast and deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream had no fears for him, But he stopped when safe on the other side And built a bridge to span the tide. Old Man, said a fellow pilgrim nearg You are wasting your strength with building hereg Your journey will end with the ending day, You never again will pass this way, You've crossed the chasm deep and wide, Why build you this bridge at even tide? The builder lifted his old gray head, Good friend, in the path I have come, he said, There followeth after me today .4 youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm which has been as naught to me To that fair-haired youth might a pitfall be, He, too, must cross in the twilight dim, Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.

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M 'im rad G. E. SCOTTON Field Representative F. N. BUDGLFSON Comptroller Administrative Staff Back row: Elmer Oiamaki, Mrs. Irma Gowans, Sarah Mac- Kniqht, Vivian Gil- bert. Front row: Mar- garet Hammond, Bet- ty lane Peterson, Lor- raine Steqner, Fran- ces Raybourne. LECTURES AND GRADES EORGOTTEN N. H. MCRAE ildinqs, Grounds

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