The Newtown bee., 1909-04-23

fall.ess, which we all realized al tl.e Ridge.
 Spirit of Fairness, An old term pe"hdp'. and yrt hCW IAueh it meaIs and has meant at the Ridge,
 Kenyon Bolton.
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 etleF belong Co about the same per- iOd,
 "lt is hard lO describe ones feel irgR for Sn dear q friend as Mr Will, Words are too awkward to express q leellEg s0 sacred You ask me for some characteristic words from MT iIr.nEmu'e, Ills smile and his hand rlap. I,'s bearing and example d. ways impressed me more thar the words of other friends. When 1 first knew Mr "Wlll" l happened to be the kid" of the Ridge, q hoy Of tlllr' ten among older fellows. For this fact 1 have always been thankful, because Mr Brinsmade like the good 'heph"fd that he was. frequently left the other ninety-and, nine black, white and indifferent sheep that the kid might not go astray. Thus l enc iOyed the priyiledge of long walks and talks with him of Saturday and Sunday af ernoon among the hills and woods of Washington. In all my memories of school life, there is n0thimH which l remember with more gratitude. In that first year l came to love him as all Ridge boys did. Now 1 know that 1t was that peculiar sweetness of character and that strong affection which he gave each boy, black sheep. white sheep alike, that made us all admire and love him in returi.
 ''l have always said that the Ridge was a hone to me. All old Ridge boys have something of the same feeling. The welcoming smile that greeted us when we came back as old boys gave even the worst Ridge men the joy of a homecoming, for that smile expressed a power of love and effection that l have never known elsewhere.
 T have walked eight miles after Chumly, MT Wills" pet dog, found him in mischief, helped rescue him from the clutches of some needy farmer and seen that wonderful smile light MT wills" face es he took the little recreant in his arms. It was such a quiet, pitying, loving smile, that l shall always remember how it hurt when it caught me in my first white lie The occasion was one of smoking in my room. To be truthful, l was not the offender. A friend had broken the iron law in my room. wished desperately to protect that friend. MT Brinsmade did not see how contagious the in- iQuity had proven, hence the ques- tion-'Sidney, was there any smok- ing in your room?' No, sir" was my answer. But the red blood be- gan climbing through my cheeks, up over my temples to the very roots of my haid. l remember all his kind ness to me even to an occasion on which he saved me from drowning and now could not look him in the face! 1 was almost in tears when there came just trace of that kind ly smile. You may go, sir; I see you haven't learned to lie, even for a friend MT Brinsmades law was the law of love. Though like all good masters, he took severe mea- sures upon occasion, know that he never ceased to love the offender. This accounts for ;hai intense love of his school by all the alumni.
 "A strong tribute to MT Brins- made is the record of many of his old scholars who have carried the flag spirit of the school which was his spirit into the world of college and life. But the face that even the black sheep of school days love the school intensely, shows clearly the spirit of it's master.
 'In my college days I never had so thorough teacher as MT Brins- made. He had a peculiar power of detecting the weak points in ones mental makeup. Then he would hammer away at that secret fault until it turned to strength. I re- lltmber him gratefully for correcting some wayward mental traits, but with all the Ridge men I shall al- ways think of him as splendid mas Ter who loved ard taught others to live for those things which are true, just, lovely and of good report"
 Sidney D. Erissell