West Chester University - Serpentine Yearbook (West Chester, PA)

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(Sairgp UJurria Philips (0rtubrr 28. 1851— Ifflarrlj 11. 1920 Page fourteen

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While ri-ot ' essor Xrw man, as has already been pointed out, is perl ' oj ' nijiig an important and far-reaching serviee as Dean, he esteems his work in tlie elassroom above evei ' vtliing else, and were it not for the fact that he loves to teach, he would perhaps be in business. lie has had about a year ' s expei-ienee in banking and was eleetetl secretary of a machinery agency in Waynesboro, i-apitalized at .ttiO.OUO. He remarketl recently that in both these positions he often used to wonder whether the iiid of the day would arrive. On ihe other hand, says Prof. Xewnniii. 1 ha e nevi ' i- experienced a tedious hour in any class-rDoni. In the sjjaee allolted to this skelrii, but scant .iustice can be done to one whom ten years have endeared lo all who know him. His colleagues in the faculty, especially who have come into almost daily contact with him appre- ciate more and more the illtl•in i(■ worth of the fine, Chiistian manhood, yenial disposition and genei-ous and sympathetic nature of Dean J. Frank Newman, and have felt the com])anionship of a genuine friend, a wise coun- selor and a pi ' ogi-essive and inspiring teacher, whose ideals of life mid e them feel with Or. Ai-nold that beyond all wealth, honor, or even health, is the attachment due to noble souls; beeanse to become one with the good, geiu rous and true is to be. in a manner, good, generous and true, yourrelf. Wallace I ' etei- Dick. Prof. Newman ' s Home J Page Thirteen

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I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. — He is just awa . ' On the morning of March 11 the finger of God touched the beloved Principal of the West Chester State Normal School and he slept. Stricken so unexpectedly in Philadelphia on March 5th, after a happy evening at the banquet table amid his former students and devoted admirers, he at the railway station suddenly became un- conscious, remarking as he tottered and help was offered : Not yet. Faithful friends guided him to the Hospital, skilful atten- tion was kindly given him, but the door of death opened and he passed therethrough to realize Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king ' s Longer than this we leave and lovelier. So the form long familiar to all of us, the face beaming with its beneficent smile, the hand ever ready with its warm welcome, and the word of counsel always so cheerfully given, no longer material- ize in our presence; but the benign ifluence of them and the blessed memories they afford will forever linger with us. The good green walls of the dear old school serve as a reminder of him who gave them meaning and usefulness. The work of its graduates is stamped with his suggestion and direction. The character of its students shows the potency of his personality. The spirit of Alma Mater will forever bear testimony to the love and labor of the great and good man that mainly fashioned it. It is not what we say about him but what he did here and else- where that will make his name ' live in hearts he has left behind ' . Virile in his nature, vigorous in his efforts, superior in his executive ability, constructive in his methods, tactful in his management of people, just in his judgments, deeply concerned about public affairs, courteous in his manner, scrupulously honest in his every dealing, fine in his religious faith, he has long loomed large as a striking figure in educational circles. All who knew him feel that superior qualities were So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the -world, ' This vi as a man ' ! In his passing, there has moved into larger life a great leader, a versatile scholar, a gracious personality, a faithful friend, and a Christian gentleman. We mourn his going; we rejoice that he has been here. We shall strive to exemplify in our own actions the virtues we admire in his. Servant of God, well done: well hast thou Fought the better fight. Think of him still as the same, I say; He is not dead — he is just awayK ' FRANCIS HARVEY GREEN Pa e Fifteen