"Copey" has resigned. To many Harvard men throughout the country and to some in distant corners of the earth, this is sad news. "Copey" is an institution, as much a part of Harvard as Hollis Hall in which he has so long lived. To the undergraduates of the present and succeeding years the loss is greatest, for there is none to play his special role. His old "boys", who number many of the leading writers in the country and not a few bank presidents, Government officials and great lawyers, will be glad to learn that he is to retain his rooms in Hollis Hall which they knew so well in their undergraduate days. There they will be sure to find him sitting, as usual, by the coal grate in his book-lined room to welcome them, ever interested, sympathetic and inspiriting.
Charles Townsend Copeland has been one of those rare scholars who have truly appraised the personal relation between teacher and pupil. He relied more on direct contact than on lectures, books and formulas, but his courses nevertheless have been popular, and the fame of his readings has traveled far beyond collegiate circles. But it has been by summoning the members of his composition course "English 23," to his rooms in Hollis to read aloud their themes to him, and by gathering others together on winter evenings to exchange ideas about everything this side of the moon, that his influence has been greatest. Thus he has quickened thought, provoked discussion, freshened ambition, and given many a youngster his first inkling of the value of clear thinking. In the process he has shaped the development of careers which, without his inspiration and interest, might never have reached their fullness. To others uncertain of themselves, he has given of his courage. In return, he has asked only that those who have gone out into the world write him from time to time, and that the successful lend a hand to beginners and that when they return to Cambridge they permit themselves to be "exhibited" to the undergraduates as examples of what his "young men" can do if they "have a mind to it."
Such teachers have been all too rare in our colleges. They are the possessors of wisdom and understanding, the men who have not forgotten that when they were young they looked upon a professor as a combination of a tyrant: a dullard and a purveyor of unwelcome information necessary for passing examinations. Hence they have made it a special practice it might almost be termed an art-of reaching out to shake the students out of their distrust and to substitute zest for lethargy. "Copey's" success has been reflected in the accomplishments of so many who passed under the low lintel of Hollis 15, and in the devotion which these men have always retained for him. They ask nothing better than that the light in the window on the top floor of Hollis Hall, which has been the signal to many generations of Harvard undergraduates that "Copey" is receiving his friends, will burn indefinitely and that even though retired from active service in the University. "Copey" will be "at home" to them until he has lived out the full fourscore years and ten which was the span of life of his ancestors. New York Times.