Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-12-11
HIGH SCHOOL
LOSES FAITHFUL
TEACHER DEC. 3
Miss Edith Stevenson, CONNER
cial Department, Dies At
ter An Operation
TWO POEMS CONTRIBUTED
TO MEMORY OF DECEASED

Miss Edith L. Stevenson, one of the
most highly esteemed woman citizen
of Pocomoke, died on Thursday night,
of last week, in the Woman's Hospital,
Baltimore, after a short illness fol-
lowing an operation.
The deceased was the daughter of
the late Mr.. and Mrs. James G. Stew
enson, was born November 81, 1893,
in Pocomoke, and had been engaged in
teaching in the public school for twen-
ty-three years. At the time of her
death, she was in charge of the Com
mercial Department of the Pocomoke
High School.
Miss Stevenson is survived by four
sisters and two brothers: Misses YES
Ia, Beatrice and Hilda; and Mrs. JOS
eph C. Stevenson; Messrs. Vernon and
Willard Stevenson-all of. this city.
Funeral services were held on Sum
day last from the home, conducted by
the Rev. Mr.. Wooten, of Salem M. E.
Church. The pail bearers were Mes
srs. Basil Payne, Prof. Verlin c. Kra-
bill, James P. Blaine, Jr., Drs. A. A.
Parker and R. Lee Hall, and Mayor
E. w. Ross. Interment in the family
plot in the cemetery of the Presbyter-
ian Church.
The deceased was universally adj
mired, and deeply beloved by those
with whom she came into the most
intimate contact The school where
she spent so many of her useful
years, was turned into house Of
mourning when news came she had
answered the inevitable call. By her
quiet manner; her consistent justice:
her acknowledged ability; her ever
abiding smile; her never-changing
courtesy; her absolute integrity; and
her Christian example, she presented
a splendid character, towering mon
ument to American womanhood.
The funeral services consisted, prac-
tically, of a poem composed and read
by her pastor, Rev. Mr.. Wooten, as
follows:
Could one love life any more than she,
Or appreciate friendships more?
Could any one bear more patiently
Responsibilities that she bore?
Few folk are they who ever live
More willing to go and get and give,
Than this dear soul who's gone away
To be with God and friends for aye.
Could on have more noble ideals,
And work harder to attain
The great ambitions that one feels
Should bring eternal gain?
Her hobby was to do the right,
Whether she was in or out of sight;
Oh, how much these merits mean
To those who've heard and felt and
seen!
Twas not like her to brag or boast
Twas foreign to her soul;
The way of life that she loved most
Was modest service as her goal;
To all of those who knew her best,
She was equal to the "acid test:
1t is our loss, she can't remain
A richer heritage is her gain.
How many have been the compliments
I'D
Her merits or accomplishments
So numerous and so great.
But, how oft our words fall short
Our deepest feelings to impart!
We, all, at loss, do seem to be
While speaking of one as good as
she.
There's another star in the firna-
ment
That's shining brightly above;
This we see from our human tent
To remind US of our love;
While for her presence, we'd yearn,
In a faint way, she does return;
In our deep thought and pleasant
dream
Her smilig face will often beam,
And, in our fancy, speak to US;
Weep not for me, God willed it thus.
Another contribution comes from
Mrs. Edna Bentley Hancock, under
the form of a poem and entitled
Soul Glow:
Gently, sweetly, softly, with spirit
Continued On Pare 81