University of Wisconsin Oshkosh - Quiver Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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MISS ELLEN F. P. PEAKE TO ELLEN F. P. PEAKE IN WHOSE QUIET STRENGTH GENTLE DIGNITY AND DELICATE SYMPATHY WE RECOGNIZE THE HIGHEST TYPE OF WOMAN FRIEND AND TEACHER Dedication 190S Quiver ' i i Member ol Faculty from 1895 to 1936 I

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Guidance and Tomorrow Following this war must come a period of reconstruction. The demand then will be for greater efficiency. YVe must have well-educated and intelligent citizens who have sound judgment in dealing with the difficult problems of social and economic progress for life in this changing world. i

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In Memoriam Thoy are not doad who live In hearts thoy loavo bohind, In those whom thoy havo blessed Thoy llvo a lifo again. And shall live through the years Eternal life, and grow Each day more beautiful As time declares their good. Forgets tho rest, and provos Their immortality. Miss Ellen F. P. Peake, beloved teacher of the Oshkosh State Teachers College, passed away at her home. Friday, February, the twenty-fifth, nineteen hundred forty-four. The service was read on Sunday afternoon, February the twenty-seventh, and a memorial rite of commitment was given later at a rural cemetery of Fredericton, New Brunswick, where her family lies buried. Miss Peake was born in England, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. James Peake. She came in childhood with her parents to Canada and received her early education in the schools of that country. In 1892, the University of New Brunswick conferred on her the degree of Bachelor of Arts, and in 1929, the degree of Master of Arts. She also studied in her chosen field at Columbia University. Miss Peake began her teaching in Canada and entered Wisconsin as an educator in the Oconto High School. She joined the faculty of the Oshkosh Normal School in 1895 as a teacher of English Literature. Her tenure continued under the administrations of the five Presidents of the College until her retirement in 1936. To the school she contributed a devoted professional skill and a rare integrity. She organized the Browning Club in the spring of 1898, and the motto of the club, The best of life is yet to be , bespeaks a principle of her thought. For many years, she served as adviser to the Alethean Society, and her gifts of red roses added to the joy of the group. To the Library of the College, she presented a collection of children's books written during the nineteenth century. To the Alumni Association, she has bequeathed the sum of two thousand dollars to be held in Trust as a Saint George Scholarship . The income from this sum will be paid annually to the two sophomore girls having the highest standings in English. It is fitting that mention be made of the esteem of the Oshkosh community for the gifted professional family that lived and worked so many years in the city. A sister. Miss Marion Peake, taught in the Oshkosh High School, and a brother, Dr. Edgar Peake, was a member of the medical profession of the city. Their home held welcome and goodness for neighbors, friends, little children, helpers, former students, and faculty associates. The successes of others brought rejoicing in that home, and many small incidents of daily life were translated into happiness. The community expressed its appreciation through countless acts of thoughtfulness and kindness to the members of this household. In June. 1919, a bronze bust of the first President of the School was unveiled in the College Library. A feature of the program was a beautiful poem written by Miss Peake in honor of President George Albee. After the passing of a quarter of a century, it again appears as appropriate to inscribe her tribute. THE MASTER 'Sunday. September 4. 1898 — Since that dark day a score of years has Hod, And yet to us ho seemeth not as doad. Rathor as ono who stays too long away By unforsoon ovents delayod against his will — And thoro. though ever absent, scorns ono of us still. Tho years roll back. Once more I soo him pass Through tho old building's pleasant, rambling halls; Within tho auditorium’s pictured walls. Onco more I see him stand; I hoar him spoak With diction raro, on many a lofty (homo; Tho Roman's law; the vision of the Grook; Tho realization of tho black men's droam In far away Tuskogoo; what tho State Expocts of ovory Normal gradual©: Do woll thy part therein all honor lies; They lovo truth best who to themselves aro truo And what thoy daro to droam of. daro to do. Varied the themo. and yet through all There rang a challenge like a trumpet call. Nor did it sound rotreat. but for the Right Callod all to arms, and bado them boldly fight. Whon Rugby's mastor slept tho sleep called death. His poet son with sorrow shaken breath. Asked with persistent voice. O Strong soul. By what shore tarriest thou now? So we Upon what radiant shore, by what fair sea Tarriest thou so long? For though a scoro of years has fled. Since last wo hoard his voice. To us ho soemoth not as dead. Loyal to his memory, truo to his commands. Under his banner, still the old Guard stands. His presence fills this room, our momories thrill. And ho. though ever absent, is with us still. — Ellon F. P. Peake