1772
Motto—“Sail on, Salem”
Volume II.
WINSTON-SALEM, N. C., NOVEMER 11, 1922.
Number 24
IN MEMORIAM
DEATH HAS CLAIMED
MISS E. A.
LEHMAN
For Fifty - Two Years She Was
Teacher in Salem College—She Was
81 Years Old.
The large number of friends of Miss
Emma Lehman will be grieved to leam
of her death which occurred at the Sis
ters’ House in Salem last Monday
night at 10:30 o’clock. Although she
had not been in her usual health for
several days, her condition was not
considered serious. Death was quite
unexpected. Miss Lehman was for 52
years a teacher in Salem College and
was known and loved throughout the
South.
The deceased is survived by one sis
ter, Mrs. Sallie E. Kapp, v/ho was with
her when the end came, and one
brother, Mr. 0. J. Lehman of Bethania.
Mis Lehman, who for the past few
years had been senior retired teacher
at the college, was known and loved
by thousands who for the last sixty
years had come under her influence as
a teacher and leader.
Miss Lehman was bom in Bethania
on August 28, 1841. When quite a
child she gave promise of being a bril
liant woman and made good that prom
ise. She was sent to the Academy at
the age of 13 and finished the course
at 16. In Aug:ust following, at the
earnest solicitation of an old friend,
Dr. Beverly Jones, who recognized her
intelligence and ability che took charge
of a public school near Bethania, where
she taught boys almost as old as her
self. The wisdom of this selection was
soon apparent in the way she conduct
ed her school. Afterwards she taught
at the home of her undo near Pilot
Mountain. In 1864 she entered the
Academy as a teacher and from that
time until she retired Miss Lehmiin
taught continuously in the college.
From the year 1878 she had charge of
the senior class.
Easily mastering any branch of study
she chose to teach, Miss Lehman did
EMMA ALiiiJ
1841
01A LEHMAN
-1922
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NOW.
(E. A. Lehman.)
Golden days are swiftly fleeting;
Make them tell.
Heart-throbs now for you are beating;
Prize them well.
Youth is here but for a moment,
Soon to go;
All its precious, genial tokens.
Ebb and flow.
Can you do a kindly deed ?
Do it now!
Do not wait till direr need
Seams the brow.
If you know a tortured soul.
Do not stand
Till the awful surges roll
On the eternal strand;
Till the pale hands nerveless lie.
And you’ve closed the tear-stained eye,
Do it now!
NOTICE.
A twilight vesper service will be held
on Sunday afternoon at 6:15 o’clock
in Memorial Hall in commemoration of
the life and semce of Kiss Lehman.
Selection from her Book of Poems will
be read, and several organ composi
tions will be rendered by Dean Shirley.
MEMOIR OF EMMA AUGUSTA
LEHMAN.
Emma Augusta Lehman was the
daughter of Eugene Christian Lehman
and Amanda Sophia Lehman, m. n.
Butner.
She was bom at Betliania, North
Carolina, on August 28, 1841, and she
passed away from this earth on the
night of November 6, 1922, aged 81
years, 2 months and 8 days.
She was baptized in infancy and on
August 14, 1864, she was confinned in
the Bethania Congregi'.tion.
Miss Lehman was one of a family
of four children, two boys and two
girls, one of whom, John Henry Leh
man, died in infancy, while a brother
and sister, survive her, in the persons
of Oliver J. Lehman and Mrs. Sallie E.
Kapp.
Very early in life Miss Lehman gave
great promise of an unusually bril
liant mentality and after her schooling
in Bethania, was in consequence sent
away from home to Salem Academy,
which she entered at the age of thir
teen and completed the course in three
years.
In the following August at the earn
est solicitation of an old friend. Dr.
Beverly Jones, who recognized her un
usual ability, she, although but six
teen years of age, took charge of the
public school located near Bethania,
teaching pupils in some cases as old
as herself and very rapidly winning
the unlimited confidence of the entire
community and neighborhood in her
leadership and ability.
This experience was followed by a
second school near Pilot Mountain and
in 1864 when she was twenty-three
years of age she entered Salem Acad
emy as a teacher continuing with un
broken and active service in this insti
tution for fifty-two years.
In all this time. Miss Lehman was
most diligent in her devotion to the life
of the institution which she so deeply
loved and she saw its transition and
sharetl its experiences through a por
tion of the Civil War and in the still
more dilTicult days of the Reconstruc
tion and then through all the changing
years into the present modem experi
ence of a new and greatly altered cen
tury.
Her leadership was very evident as
were her distinct and vigorous gifts as
a well trained teacher. In accordance
with the methods in vogue during her
own school days, her education cover
ed, and with thoroughness, a wide
range of subjects and she herself de
lighted in the further pursuit of widely
distince fields of knowledge.
Her chosen professorial field was
that of English Literature but she had
what is unusual along with these tastes
and discernments in the field of litera
ture, a great delight in Natural
Science, particularly in the subject of
Botany. Here her work was original,
thorough and gained for her some rep
utation, she having been a discovei'er
of a hitherto unidentified variety of
plant which was officially named by
the State Botanist of New York in her
honor, the Monotropsis Lehmania.
In the fifty-two years of service giv
en Salem Academy and Salem College,
Miss Lehman came into large and in
fluential contact with great numbers of
young lives and her name has become
almost a family termn throughout ex
ceptionally wide domestic circles.
Her discipline was instinctive, it was
firm, it was indeed that sort of per
sonal discipline which students instinc
tively recognize and unfailingly honor.
With the high respect which her stu
dents entertained for her as a teacher,
it was combined a love for her sense
of fairness and a devotion to her per
sonal leadership which it is right that
a successive generation of pupils to
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REHAUS OF MISS EMMA
A. LEUIHAN LAID TO REST
In Village of Betliania—Services Held
Both in Salem and Bethania.
In commemoration of Miss Jilmma A.
Lehman, who died Monday niglit, ser
vices were held on WednesUay morn
ing at 10 o'clock, at the door of the
yisiers House. Grouped about tho
door step of tliis venerable building
were Bishop Kondthaler, Itev. J. Ken
neth I'lohl, Dr. llondthaler, and Kev.
hidmund Schwarze, pastor of the Cal
vary Moravian church, who conducted
the ceiemonies, while the benior Class
in toeir senior robes, and the entire
student body, as well as the faculty,
lormd in a semi-circle about the steps.
ihe opemng- hymn, “Jesus, Lover of
My boul,” was led by Dr. Pfohl, after
wnich a responsive readmg was con-
uBisliop Rondthaier and Dr.
1 lohl. At the conclusion of this, a
prayer was offered by the Rev.
Schv/arze, which was followed by the
reading of “Memoirs of Miss Lehman"
by Dr. Rondthaier. In this, Dr. Rond
thaier ever touched upon the acts of
■service which have distinguished her
liie throughout ei^jhty-one years.
As a concluding hymn, all joined in
singing “Jesus Makes Our Hearts Re
joice,” after which a procession formed
’n front of the Sisters’ House, which
proceeded to Bethania, Miss Lehman’s
childhood home, where the final ser
vices were held.
As Mrs. J. K. Pfohl played an organ
prelude, the procession and congrega
tion gathered in the little church at
Jiethania. The service here opened
with a song, after which Rev. Grabbs,
pastor of the church, lead in prayer
i*nd read the twenty-third Psalm. Rev.
E. J. Heath then read passages of
Scripture from the fourteenth and
t^wenty-third chapters of the Gospel of
St. John.
The Memoir was read by Dr. Rond-
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THE SNOW.
(E. A. Lehman.)
Silently, patiently, steadily down,
Covering the loofs of the gray old
town—
Down from the leaden, exhaustless
sky.
Feathery, filmy, the soft flakes fly,
Clothing with ermine each unsightly
stone.
While the wind dies out in a sobbing
moan.
Vistas and arches of marble abound,
v/herubs and statues seem hovering
around,
Bushes are bordered inch-deep with
pearl,
While f^ter and faster the soft flakes
whirl.
The brown o'd earth lies quiet and
still
While_ bridal robes deck each far-off
hill.
The virgin snow! how pure it lies.
Icy and chaste as it fell from the skies!
No earth-bom stain disfigures the
sight,
Emblem of purity—stainless as light,'
Wrapping the earth in its mantle deep,
Whence the gentle snowdrops will
coyly creep.