Northwest High School - Tohari Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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In Memoriam MR. CULOS MARION SETTLE April 26, 1957

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CULOS MARION SETTLE On Friday morning, April 26, math classes in room 203 went on as usual. The same camaraderie marked the relationshipbetween teacherand student that always existed in that classroom. The same rapport between teacher and student prevailed that had always made classes pleasant there. Shortly after the hour of noon, the Angel of Death entered there where none had ever dreamed of receiving him. Gently he laid his hand upon a heart that had never fa 11 e re d in the stress of war; a heart that had gone gallantly and courageously into most of the realms of human experience; a heart that had given sympathy and love and laughter to a world that can never have enough of either;a heart that was tired, with a weariness that never showed, even to eyes that should have seen. Culos Marion Settle lived on in the emergency room of a hospital until just a few minutes before the closing bell rang at Northwest. He experienced little pain, only discomfort. He remembered to say that someone else would have to go to Washington with the seniors. He remembered the boys and girls he had just met in his morning classes, and the ones he was not going to meet in the afternoon classes. He remembered to speak comfortingly to his wife. He thought little of himself. All his life he had thought little of himself and much of others. That was one of the characteristic that made him beloved by so many. He was sternly just and always insisted upon work well done;and so we respected him. He was understanding, and quiet, and gentle; and so we loved him. He loved life and lived it with zest and with joy in simple things; and so we were friends. Life goes on at Northwest; math classes meet; excuses are signed in the lobby; bells ring, and students hurry here and there. But something is missing that was very much a part of things for us; a new loneliness walks our crowded halls and stills our laughterin the familiar scenes. It shall always be so; not even time, the great healer, shall ever make us forget that such things were that were most precious to us. And the World War II hero-pilot, who completed fifty-two successful war missions, has relinquished the con¬ trols to another Pilot—a Pilot he has long known and trusted. And a craft and its passenger have gone safelyinto the home field. Reprinted from the Northwest Hi-Lite

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MRS. HELEN DAVIS PRATT In a span of five short days,Death came twice to Northwest. On his second visit, Mrs. Pratt went away with him. He had walked beside her often in her life and was a familiar and trusted friend. Mrs. Pratt was many things to us at Northwest, all of them good; but,above everything else,she exemplified to us the very spirit ofcourage. The least discerning among us knew that her frail body housed a soul that was strong and righteous and fearless. The poet who wrote of his unconquerable soul lacked it for himself but coined a phase which applied perfectly to Mrs. Pratt. Life was not always kind to her; but she loved It anyway and faced it squarely, with a proud lift to her chin which nothing ever changed. Her heart was always humble, but the flags of her courage flew in victory over every field. She understood the mysterious workings of the human heart, especially the heart of youth. She taught the ways of forgiveness and unending kindness, even as she herself practiced them. The radiance of her spirit lingers across our lives with a sunset light that fades today, only to glow again to¬ morrow. And from sleep she wakes surely to glorious life, somewhere where there are children to love, and where there is work to do for others. Reprinted from the Northwest Hi-Lite