Troy University - Palladium Yearbook (Troy, AL)

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IN MEMORY OF DR. C. L. McCARTHA After thirty-one years of service as a member of the faculty, Dr. Clarence L. McCartha passed to his finel reward on Sept. 29, 1920. At the time of his death President Shackelford spoke of him as follows: Dr. McCartha, like most of those educated under the old regime, was what we sometimes call an all-round man. It was said of Dr. Henry Tutwiler, Alabama ' s greatest teacher, that he was an entire faculty within himself. The statement might be applied, with perhaps equal propriety, to Dr. McCartha, who, though not educated by specialists as a specialist, easily and quickly be- came one in whatever line he pursued. His energy, his mental alertness, and his adaptability enabled him to master readily subjects upon which he concen- trated his efforts. In the class room his thorough mastery of subject matter and his abounding sympathy for young life made him a general favorite with his pupils. His chief fault (if fault it was) lay in his temptation to help his stu- dents over hard places before they had exhausted their own resources. But, like the village preacher, even his failings leaned to virtue ' s side. ' His lofty idealism and his unfailing optimism rarely failed to inspire his pupils with an ambition to make the best of their lives and that, after all, is the test of great- ness as a teacher. Dr. McCartha ' s vast learning, his exceptional mastery of spoken English, and his attractiveness as a public speaker caused him to be in great demand for commencements and other occasions of similar character; and his lively wit, incisive repartee, and his terse, epigrammatic criticisms made him a welcome member of any social group. Indeed, Dr. McCartha was great in so many ways that I often associate him in my thoughts with Goldsmith ' s character that towered above the average man, Like some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaps the storm; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Four

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TO MOTHER Mother, when the sun is sinking. And the earth is wet with dew, When the cares of life distress me, I am coming back to you. When the world no longer heeds me, When from me it turns away, I shall turn my footsteps homeward, Gladly at the close of day. Mother, 1 shall find you waiting. Waiting at the cottage door; In your arms you II gently fold me As you ' ve often done before. Then shall all my sorrows vanish, Through my tears glad hope will shine. Thanks to God. the Great Creator, For this gentle friend divine.

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