The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-05-14
Miss Miss 1SsA SSs1a fa4iH; 3. LES. Editors.

years professor Of mathematics and u.s.
tr0nomy in Dickinson college. and Is
now eminently successful In the city OF
brotherly love as pastor Of the Arch
Street Methodist Episcopal church.
Time and space will not permit US to
speak at length of his successor, but we
cannot lay aside our pen without
word Of tribute to him who, for so
many years, was q familiar figure on
our streets and in our schools, and with
whom large number had an intimate
acquaintance.
Professor Roney's dignlfed bearing
and uniform courtesy Of manner
marked him as gentleman of the "old
school," 1t is but short time since he
laid his burdens down. and he Is now
resting from his labors. May his rest
be sweet and his memory be held In
loving remembrance.
THEIR CO-wORKERS.
OF the gentle, patient, self-sacrihcing
co-workers of these noble men what
shall we say? If the kind and encour-
aging words OF praise. that are so often
kept till our loved ones are laid away,
have been withheld, let them be spoken
now. Over the grave of her who might
rightly be named the ''gentle" one the
grass has long been waving and she Is
sweetly sleeping till the morning
breaks.
Another, the reticent one, whose sad,
sweet face Is one of memory's treas
ures, Of her we have lost all trace. She
too doubtless has Joined tho innumcr-
able throng on the other side.
The last of these co-workers Of whom
we shall speak Is well known to many
of our city as lady of intelligence
and great strength Of character. For
the last few years she has occupied q
position In the normal school Of q
neighboring town.
OLD CLASSMATES.
Where are the old familiar faces Of
our classmates? The bell has pealed
forth its last note, name after name
has been called upon the roll, but how
few have responded to the call.
We look for their forms and faces in
the busy walks o, life. but only here
and there receive word Of greeting,
for the many have passed on before
and we must look for their names on
the ineffaceable roll over which the
Great Teacher presides, to which
names each shall respond In that day
when He cometh to make up His
Jewels"
OF those who stand at the helm Of
the leading industries Of this and other
cities many might be mentioned
whose Alma Mater was the Scranton
high school.
Those stirring speeches Of Clay,
Webster. Patrick Henry and others
even now ring in our ears, as with elo-
quence, ardor and enthusiasm these
| same persons tried to outrival those
glorious statesmen Of old. And the
gentlemen did not carry of all the
honors in those days of yore, for the
ladies edited papers. then as now, and
while they might not compare favor
ably with the woman's page Of today,
or with this wonderful Woman's Pa
per, they were an inspiration to the
students and were of no mean worth
in the estimation of those who contrib
uted to their columns. We sometimes
wonder II while we are seeking for the
new in methods, devices, concepts, pre-
| cepts, etc, we are not losing sight
Of things good and old.
BE not the first by whom the new are
tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside"
What grander monument do we need
to our public schools than the children
who have come forth therefrom and
are holding honorable positions in
nearly all the walks Of life, some OF
whom bid fair to rise to the highest in
our land.
In the coming days, with greater ad.
vantages in the way Of heat, light,
perfect ventilation and the luxurious
surroundings of our model high school,
with the Scranton Public library as
its next-door neighbor, and the x rays
brought to perfection, by which we
may be able to peer into the brain OF
each child to see what is therein con-
tained and how 1t may be developed
as also into the mind Of the teacher to
see whether she is fitted to train the
child, then may we hope for still great
er fruit than Bacon or any other phil
osopher ever dreamed of.
Then shall we look up and thank oul
Heavenly Teacher that He hath per.
mitted US to see the fruition Of our
hopes and forward to the time when
dwelling in that house not made with
hands, eternal in the heavens, we
may clasp hands with those we have
loved long since and lost q while, and
with them Join In that new song oi
thanksgiving to Him who stitch upor
the throne for ever and ever.
ELIZA J. CHASE