in memory to an honorable principle who died on march 29th 2008 he was an inspirational leader to many as he lead a successful life, 23 years as a principle at East High School in Madison WI, he has spread magic over thousands of students throughout the years of his career, one of the traits of his character that is well known from everyone who knew him is that he had no tolerance whatsoever for inappropriate behavior although he was strict in ways he came to be a very well liked guy and today a lot of tears will shed, we will always miss you, your legend lives on in our hearts.
CATHORIO2008-03-31T09:47:09Z
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Hi Scot. What a beautiful tribute to pay Mr.McPike. Teachers like Mr.McPike are very rare and all the more reason they are missed so much. Ihope your school will do something to celebrate his life. Scott, he has left behind a priceless legacy..........his students, one of which is you. He will always be with you in your memories. When I read your tribute I thought of a poem by John Milton, "Lycidas", he wrote this for his friend who died from drowning. but the words are for all friends who die. From LYCIDAS by John Milton (English, 1608-1674)
Look homeward angel now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth. Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to th'oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropped into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Sorry scot for going on. Good luck my friend. Rest in peace Mr. McPike. cathorio.
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