Dr. Harold Morrison
Smith
1888 – 1971
BMI - President and
Headmaster
1932 –
1968
People from the outside called him the “dean of
secondary school educators in NJ” and “a living legend” known
for “distinguished educational leadership and public service,” but BMI cadets
remember Harold Morrison Smith more fundamentally as the teacher, counselor,
dean, headmaster, and father figure who saw their potential, showed them the
importance of education, and gave them a future. And that, perhaps, is the
greatest compliment that could be paid a man who retired at age 80 after 63
years teaching and guiding young people to become decent, God fearing, and
productive citizens. Thirty-six of those years were spent at BMI, where he
began his tenure in 1932 as dean and retired in 1968 as president and
headmaster. Acutely aware of how his own life had been shaped by teachers in
settings ranging from a one-room New Hampshire schoolhouse to the hallowed
classrooms of his undergraduate and graduate institutions, Bates College and
Teachers College at Columbia University, he viewed as his educational mission
not so much to transmit book learning as to convey what had been taught to
him—to lead by example and live on in the lives of his students. Along
the way, he became an avid champion of military schools. For many cadets in
Bordentown, he was the embodiment of all that Bordentown Military Institute
stood for.
Dr. Smith’s influence was not confined to BMI, however, nor was his life circumscribed
by his duties as a school head. His unique, almost magical personality, his
ready wit juxtaposed with profound wisdom, the twinkle in his eye that signaled
the start of another limerick tripping from his agile tongue, the pranks pulled
in order to teach a lesson (witness the occasion when a returning AWOL cadet
found the dean asleep in his dormitory bed) all belied what, at times, could be
a stern, unyielding personality when confronted with an act of dishonesty or
ungentlemanly behavior. But Dr. Smith’s firmness was also balanced by
untold compassion and his influence enhanced by prodigious knowledge. How could
students or others not be awed and captivated by his ability effortlessly to
quote Milton, Shakespeare, or Keats? Or to launch into his
interpretation of the Revolutionary War Battle of Bennington? Or to provide a detailed background of a
Chippendale chair, gold Spanish doubloon, silver tankard, scrimshawed
whale’s tooth, Indian arrowhead, or distinctly crafted pitcher of South Jersey
glass?
Dr. Smith’s talents and passions did
not end with his many extensive collections, however. He was also a compelling
storyteller and a highly sought-after public speaker. Deeply committed to his
faith, he was active in his church as well as in numerous academic and service
organizations and the Masonic community, which had granted him the venerated
33rd degree. Above all, he was devoted to his family and his
“boys.” Although recognition came during his life in various forms,
including receipt of three honorary doctoral degrees, his greatest rewards were
derived from the students whose lives he helped mold. “The career of a
schoolmaster has not been for me an easy life,” he once wrote.
“But…the constant satisfaction of seeing many young people grow in
achievement and, subsequently, into mature strength and good citizenship, makes
me feel beyond any doubt that if I had to do it all over again, I would still
be a schoolmaster.” He believed that “happiness comes when you know
that the best attributes of your heart and mind can go on living in your pupils
long after you are dead.” He must have found happiness, for his spirit
permeates the lives of hundreds of productive, upstanding, caring, and grateful
graduates.
Jeanette Smith Cureton,
granddaughter
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Eulogy
at the Memorial Service
for
DR. HAROLD MORRISON SMITH
Saturday, January 11, 1972
First Baptist Church of
Bordentown
This morning as I was
trying to get my thoughts in order, I gradually came to the conclusion that I
would come here today to participate in an act of audacity. Audacity, because it is audacious in the
extreme for me, Eugene Guazzo, M.D., sometime country
doctor, one time student at Bordentown, to have the temerity to say a few words
about the life of Harold Morrison Smith.
I am reminded of a chapel
talk by Dean Smith some twenty-five years ago in which he admonished us to do
those things which we fear. In so doing,
whether we won or failed, he said we would build character. I listened to him that day, wrestling with an
urge and a fear. I wanted to enter the
annual forensic competitions but was scared.
I had never spoken before people; I was terrified at the thought. But I did what he said to do and won top
honors. Later, when I proudly walked to
the podium to accept the Isaac Barclay Thorn medal, I wondered if he knew that
he was talking to me that day in the chapel.
Of course, he was talking to us all.
He said one time,
"Gene, no matter who you are, where you are, what you are, always be
mindful of what you say and the manner in which you behave because everyone to
someone is a beacon."
Harold Morrison Smith was
my beacon. I say this unabashedly. Now, in one sense, his light is out. But until my beacon is out, his is the light
that I shall always remember and by which I shall be guided.
Dean Smith, thank God I
said it to you while you were alive. And
now I say it to you again. Thank you for
that light; thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Eugene
Guazzo, M.D.
Class
of 1947
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Dr.
Harold Morrison Smith
1888 – 1971
Obituary
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