Seward High School - Ess Aitch Ess Yearbook (Seward, IL)

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sl-is l - 1 1'f - -'-- H IIIIIIIIII II I IIIIIIIIIIIIII E 2 l I IIIIII I IIIIIIIIII I III I III IIIIII I Illlllllllllliul Illlllllllllllllllll III IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I IIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIII I I IIIIIIIIIIIII Zin' llllrmnriam -11- HON. DR. CHARLES E. MARTIN M. D. Born February 8, 1866 Died, March 23, 1922 -1 A tribute to him who was a friend to the child, to the community. In a large measure Seward Consolidated School owes him her being, because in his heart was unsurpassed love for children and a deep belief in them as the nation's greatest asset, he felt that every child should have the best, especially in the way of an education. When an opportunity presented itself, hc unselfishly gave his best efforts and used his influence to improve the school advantages for the chil- dren on the farm, and largely through his valuable service. the first consoli- dated school of the state was established in Seward. The beautiful elms which today add beauty to the school grounds, he donated and helped to plant, that the children might learn to appreciate the trees, birds and liowers. To carry on let us emulate this kindly man, his appreciation of nature, his intense love for children, his thoughtfulness for the old and unfortunate, his simple but true philosophy and his progressive vision of the future. With Robert Louis Stevenson we would say: He 'is not dead, this friend,-not dead, But in the path we mortals tread, Got some few trifling steps ahead. And nearer to the end So that we, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend we faey dead. -Mrs. Zadah Cleveland IIII Il I Il IIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII III IIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 1 IIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIII III II IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I Il I IIIIIIIIIIIIIII Illllll I IIIIIIIIII IIII III IIIII II l.f .... If..I . ..., . . ............... 421492 14 .......... . . ....l Five

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