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Thomas Arkle Clark
Silvery hair and shrewd face, whimsical smile
Crowning a slight and straightly boyish form,
Kindly eyes forever seeking the best
Yet seeing much of selfish human guile:
Pilot true in many a violent storm
Met in restless youth's unending quest.

Strenuous efforts made to save the farm
Early test the growing boy and train
Courage for future tasks,—bravely borne alone,
Cheerful words and rarely tactful charm,
Soothing the invalid mother's constant pain,
Thousands of sick and troubled since have known.

Teacher,—stimulating, earnest and fair;
Leader, counselor valued;—rapid his rise.
Writer of The Eight O'clock that's open
Now for all the world its wit to share.
Steadfast ever, individual and wise;
Dean of deans and friendly maker of man.