Maude Haver Davis, age 86, of Douglass was born June 30, 1890 in Douglass, Kansas, the daughter of Hiram and Sarah Haver. She died July 21, 1976 in Colonial Manor. She was a lifelong resident of Douglass, a member of the Douglass First United Methodist Church, the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Order of the Eastern Star, a past president of the State P.E.O. and a former teacher in the Douglass schools. She was formerly a member of USD 396 Board of Education and of Southwestern College Board of Regents of which she was a graduate.
Services were held at 10:00 a.m., July 24, 1976 in the First United Methodist Church of Douglass with Rev. Jerry Calvert officiating.
She is survived by a nephew, Frank Haver Bush.
Interment was in the Douglass Cemetery.
Published in the Douglass Tribune
MEMORIES OF MAUDE HAVER DAVIS
Maude Haver Davis has passed to her reward; but, scattered from coast to coast and from the Lakes to the Gulf, she has left memories dear to the hearts of the Douglass High School Class of 1918. There were other teachers and other classes, of course, but she seemed closest to us; and when we celebrated our 50th class reunion, she was our honored guest.
I sat in "Miss Haver's: classes for four years; and whatever success I may have achieved in later life I owe to those classes. She taught us Latin and German and Geometry, etc. But most of all, she taught me to teach, to study. to learn and to grow. All I needed to know about teaching, I learned from her. Oh, I went on to accumulate hours in nearly every large college in the state, finally graduating magna cum laude from our mutual Alma Mater, Southwestern College at Winfield. But very few of the 150 of those hours in Educational Courses added effectively to my ability to teach. THey taught me many devices, methods, schemes, innovations, and "gimmicks" called Progressive Education - most of which I tried out and discarded, returning again to the basics I had learned from Miss Haver.
Miss Haver's classes would not fit in well with the present educational systems. Her high standards of work, her regard for individual integrity, and her ability to instill in her students a strong desire to learn and to develop a high personal regard and self-evluation and dignity, would not attract the restless, careless, irreverentyouth of our present-day computerized and automated society.
She had the talent to play on the hearts and minds of her students, as a great artist plays on the keys of an organ; and the orchestration was just as harmonious, beautiful and inspiring. She could sense the potential disturbance in a class and calm it with one look of her sincere, understanding, and expressive eyes. A major disruption, and off-color remark, or an outspoken criticism would have been unthinkable in Miss Haver's class as in a Sunday School Class.
From where I sit as I write, high up in the majestic Rockies, I can see the peaks of three of Colorado's highest mountains; Mt. Harvard, Mt. Yale, and Mt. Princeton - the Collegiate Range, forming part of the Continental Divide. As I contemplate their towering heights - still some 6,000 feet above me - I am reminded of Miss Haver's efforts to inspire us to climb toward the very pinnacles of professional and philosophical perfection; and, in the climbing, she would have us enjoy every toiling step as we attained to heights from which we could view more fully and enjoy more completely the illimitable expanse of the accumulated knowledge of man. And best of all, to broaden our humanitarian horizons to include and embrace all of God's children.
Yes, "Miss Haver" is gone; but what a wonderful heritage she has left in the hearts of those who were privileged to sit at the feet of a Master Teacher!
Contributed by Leonard C. Seal~
Services were held at 10:00 a.m., July 24, 1976 in the First United Methodist Church of Douglass with Rev. Jerry Calvert officiating.
She is survived by a nephew, Frank Haver Bush.
Interment was in the Douglass Cemetery.
Published in the Douglass Tribune
MEMORIES OF MAUDE HAVER DAVIS
Maude Haver Davis has passed to her reward; but, scattered from coast to coast and from the Lakes to the Gulf, she has left memories dear to the hearts of the Douglass High School Class of 1918. There were other teachers and other classes, of course, but she seemed closest to us; and when we celebrated our 50th class reunion, she was our honored guest.
I sat in "Miss Haver's: classes for four years; and whatever success I may have achieved in later life I owe to those classes. She taught us Latin and German and Geometry, etc. But most of all, she taught me to teach, to study. to learn and to grow. All I needed to know about teaching, I learned from her. Oh, I went on to accumulate hours in nearly every large college in the state, finally graduating magna cum laude from our mutual Alma Mater, Southwestern College at Winfield. But very few of the 150 of those hours in Educational Courses added effectively to my ability to teach. THey taught me many devices, methods, schemes, innovations, and "gimmicks" called Progressive Education - most of which I tried out and discarded, returning again to the basics I had learned from Miss Haver.
Miss Haver's classes would not fit in well with the present educational systems. Her high standards of work, her regard for individual integrity, and her ability to instill in her students a strong desire to learn and to develop a high personal regard and self-evluation and dignity, would not attract the restless, careless, irreverentyouth of our present-day computerized and automated society.
She had the talent to play on the hearts and minds of her students, as a great artist plays on the keys of an organ; and the orchestration was just as harmonious, beautiful and inspiring. She could sense the potential disturbance in a class and calm it with one look of her sincere, understanding, and expressive eyes. A major disruption, and off-color remark, or an outspoken criticism would have been unthinkable in Miss Haver's class as in a Sunday School Class.
From where I sit as I write, high up in the majestic Rockies, I can see the peaks of three of Colorado's highest mountains; Mt. Harvard, Mt. Yale, and Mt. Princeton - the Collegiate Range, forming part of the Continental Divide. As I contemplate their towering heights - still some 6,000 feet above me - I am reminded of Miss Haver's efforts to inspire us to climb toward the very pinnacles of professional and philosophical perfection; and, in the climbing, she would have us enjoy every toiling step as we attained to heights from which we could view more fully and enjoy more completely the illimitable expanse of the accumulated knowledge of man. And best of all, to broaden our humanitarian horizons to include and embrace all of God's children.
Yes, "Miss Haver" is gone; but what a wonderful heritage she has left in the hearts of those who were privileged to sit at the feet of a Master Teacher!
Contributed by Leonard C. Seal~
Maude Haver Davis, age 86, of Douglass was born June 30, 1890 in Douglass, Kansas, the daughter of Hiram and Sarah Haver. She died July 21, 1976 in Colonial Manor. She was a lifelong resident of Douglass, a member of the Douglass First United Methodist Church, the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Order of the Eastern Star, a past president of the State P.E.O. and a former teacher in the Douglass schools. She was formerly a member of USD 396 Board of Education and of Southwestern College Board of Regents of which she was a graduate.
Services were held at 10:00 a.m., July 24, 1976 in the First United Methodist Church of Douglass with Rev. Jerry Calvert officiating.
She is survived by a nephew, Frank Haver Bush.
Interment was in the Douglass Cemetery.
Published in the Douglass Tribune
MEMORIES OF MAUDE HAVER DAVIS
Maude Haver Davis has passed to her reward; but, scattered from coast to coast and from the Lakes to the Gulf, she has left memories dear to the hearts of the Douglass High School Class of 1918. There were other teachers and other classes, of course, but she seemed closest to us; and when we celebrated our 50th class reunion, she was our honored guest.
I sat in "Miss Haver's: classes for four years; and whatever success I may have achieved in later life I owe to those classes. She taught us Latin and German and Geometry, etc. But most of all, she taught me to teach, to study. to learn and to grow. All I needed to know about teaching, I learned from her. Oh, I went on to accumulate hours in nearly every large college in the state, finally graduating magna cum laude from our mutual Alma Mater, Southwestern College at Winfield. But very few of the 150 of those hours in Educational Courses added effectively to my ability to teach. THey taught me many devices, methods, schemes, innovations, and "gimmicks" called Progressive Education - most of which I tried out and discarded, returning again to the basics I had learned from Miss Haver.
Miss Haver's classes would not fit in well with the present educational systems. Her high standards of work, her regard for individual integrity, and her ability to instill in her students a strong desire to learn and to develop a high personal regard and self-evluation and dignity, would not attract the restless, careless, irreverentyouth of our present-day computerized and automated society.
She had the talent to play on the hearts and minds of her students, as a great artist plays on the keys of an organ; and the orchestration was just as harmonious, beautiful and inspiring. She could sense the potential disturbance in a class and calm it with one look of her sincere, understanding, and expressive eyes. A major disruption, and off-color remark, or an outspoken criticism would have been unthinkable in Miss Haver's class as in a Sunday School Class.
From where I sit as I write, high up in the majestic Rockies, I can see the peaks of three of Colorado's highest mountains; Mt. Harvard, Mt. Yale, and Mt. Princeton - the Collegiate Range, forming part of the Continental Divide. As I contemplate their towering heights - still some 6,000 feet above me - I am reminded of Miss Haver's efforts to inspire us to climb toward the very pinnacles of professional and philosophical perfection; and, in the climbing, she would have us enjoy every toiling step as we attained to heights from which we could view more fully and enjoy more completely the illimitable expanse of the accumulated knowledge of man. And best of all, to broaden our humanitarian horizons to include and embrace all of God's children.
Yes, "Miss Haver" is gone; but what a wonderful heritage she has left in the hearts of those who were privileged to sit at the feet of a Master Teacher!
Contributed by Leonard C. Seal~
Services were held at 10:00 a.m., July 24, 1976 in the First United Methodist Church of Douglass with Rev. Jerry Calvert officiating.
She is survived by a nephew, Frank Haver Bush.
Interment was in the Douglass Cemetery.
Published in the Douglass Tribune
MEMORIES OF MAUDE HAVER DAVIS
Maude Haver Davis has passed to her reward; but, scattered from coast to coast and from the Lakes to the Gulf, she has left memories dear to the hearts of the Douglass High School Class of 1918. There were other teachers and other classes, of course, but she seemed closest to us; and when we celebrated our 50th class reunion, she was our honored guest.
I sat in "Miss Haver's: classes for four years; and whatever success I may have achieved in later life I owe to those classes. She taught us Latin and German and Geometry, etc. But most of all, she taught me to teach, to study. to learn and to grow. All I needed to know about teaching, I learned from her. Oh, I went on to accumulate hours in nearly every large college in the state, finally graduating magna cum laude from our mutual Alma Mater, Southwestern College at Winfield. But very few of the 150 of those hours in Educational Courses added effectively to my ability to teach. THey taught me many devices, methods, schemes, innovations, and "gimmicks" called Progressive Education - most of which I tried out and discarded, returning again to the basics I had learned from Miss Haver.
Miss Haver's classes would not fit in well with the present educational systems. Her high standards of work, her regard for individual integrity, and her ability to instill in her students a strong desire to learn and to develop a high personal regard and self-evluation and dignity, would not attract the restless, careless, irreverentyouth of our present-day computerized and automated society.
She had the talent to play on the hearts and minds of her students, as a great artist plays on the keys of an organ; and the orchestration was just as harmonious, beautiful and inspiring. She could sense the potential disturbance in a class and calm it with one look of her sincere, understanding, and expressive eyes. A major disruption, and off-color remark, or an outspoken criticism would have been unthinkable in Miss Haver's class as in a Sunday School Class.
From where I sit as I write, high up in the majestic Rockies, I can see the peaks of three of Colorado's highest mountains; Mt. Harvard, Mt. Yale, and Mt. Princeton - the Collegiate Range, forming part of the Continental Divide. As I contemplate their towering heights - still some 6,000 feet above me - I am reminded of Miss Haver's efforts to inspire us to climb toward the very pinnacles of professional and philosophical perfection; and, in the climbing, she would have us enjoy every toiling step as we attained to heights from which we could view more fully and enjoy more completely the illimitable expanse of the accumulated knowledge of man. And best of all, to broaden our humanitarian horizons to include and embrace all of God's children.
Yes, "Miss Haver" is gone; but what a wonderful heritage she has left in the hearts of those who were privileged to sit at the feet of a Master Teacher!
Contributed by Leonard C. Seal~
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