1905 Clear Creek School Souvenir

Description:	School Souvenir book from 1905 for Beaver Dam School, Clear Creek Township, Huntington County, Indiana. Teacher was M.A. Kaylor, Superintendent was H.D. Shideler. Eighth grade class, Carl Henline, Cora Siegmund, Luca Siegmund, Edith Eberhart, Leo Miller, and Myrtle Tharp. Seventh grade class, Ray Eberhart, Bessie Miller, Carl Kitt, Laura Kitt, and Goldie Smith. Fifth grade class, Darsie Wine and Hazel Zent. Fourth grade class, Sharon Miller, Ruth Zent, and Minor Wine. Third grade class Ruth Eberhart, Cora Miller, Herbert Clapp, Willie Zent, Charlie Wine, and Elmer Urshel. Second grade class, Charlie Bonebrake and Effie Tharp. First grade class, Park Clapp. M.E. Howenstine was the Trustee. Booklet includes a note by the teacher : In memory of days spent together in the school room this token is presented with the compliments of your Teacher. The Village Blacksmith Under a spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy stands; The smith a mighty man is he; with large and sinewy hands, and the muscles of his brawny arm are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp and black and long, his face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat. he earns whateer he can, and looks the whole world in the face, for he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, you can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, with measured beat and slow, like a sexton ringing the village bell, when the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, and hear the bellows roar, and catch the burning sparks that fly like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church and sits among his boys, he hears the parson pray and preach, he hears his daughters voice, singing in the village choir, and it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mothers voice, singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, how in the grave she lies, and with his hard rough hand he wipes a tear out of his eyes. Toiling, -rejoincing, - sorrowing, onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close; something attempted, something done, has earned a nights repose. Thanks thanks to thee, my worthy friend, for the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life our fortunes must be wrought; thus on its sounding anvil shaped each burning deed and thought. When care and time our memories blot, when years our measure fill, well think sometimes of dear old spot, the school house neath the hill. W.E. Seibert Publisher New Phila, Ohio.
Origin:	1905
Source:	http://indianamemory.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16066coll15/id/2474
Collection:	Huntington City-Township Public Library
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Subjects:	Teachers Schools Men Women Education Students

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