The citizens of Forney were one in deep and tender sympathy for Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Pinson when on January 25th their 17 year old son George Crawford passed away.

Some three weeks before septic poisoning developed from a slight abrasion on his face. George fought with characteristic courage and physical endurance to combat the malady. Neighbors, friends and loved ones ministered with affectionate care and grave concern while the physicians exhausted their every resource to arrest the virus that crept relentlessly through the patient's system.

The brave youth approached the end with remarkable christian fortitude, calmly expressing his complete resignation to the will of God.

George Crawford Pinson was born April 22nd, 1913, and was a senior in Lewis High School of Forney when he contracted the illness which resulted fatally.

He was captain of the school football team, members of which gave their blood for transfusion to aid their leader in his battle for life. Funeral services were conducted by Rev. Paul Stephenson of Dallas, former Pastor and Keener R. Isbell, present Pastor, Sunday afternoon January 26th at the Methodist Church in Forney, of which George was a member. Interment in Hillcrest Cemetery.

Members of the local football team acted as pallbearers and the High School girls "pep squad" wearing their uniforms in which they had many times cheered captain Pinson and his players on to victory lovingly handled the profusion of beautiful flowers - lovely flowers, colorful, fresh and fragrant, emblematic of the youthful spirit taking its flight in the springtime of life.

George and his father were pals in their happy father and son relationships and he and his mother were loving companions. Besides the parents two sisters and one brother survive. To them George was a splendid manly big brother.

May the bereaved family in their poignant grief not feel that they have been singled out for disappointment and heartaches. Everyone has or will have similar experiences.

Can they but remember the blessings that are still theirs. "Because one page of your book is blotted, do not forget all the other leaves whose reading is fair, and whose pictures are beautiful."

"We cannot say, and we will not say
That he is gone - He is just away.

With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand
He has wandered into an unknown land

And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you - Oh you, who the wildest yearn
For the old time to step and the glad return.

Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as love of here;

Think of him still as the same I say
He is not gone - he is just away."

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In Memoriam
"We Have But Faith; We Cannot Know."
Unknown newspaper
January 1930

There comes a time in the lives of all of us when we feel a questioning of the real things of life. Such a time came to Tennyson after the death of his dear friend Hallam; and such has come to us in the death of our dearly beloved schoolmate and pupil, George Pinson. The passing of George on January 25 has thrown the entire student body and faculty into a chasm of sorrow and awe. It is all but impossible for us to se that "It is for the best;" yet may we, as did Tennyson, have the faith necessary to enable us to look at Him who guides our destinies, and may we say with Tennyson as he spoke through his immortal "In Memoriam:"

"Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of Thee,
And Thou, O Lord, are more than they."

Few boys anywhere or at any time have been better loved or more highly respected than was George.

As a student he was courteous, efficient and faithful to every trust.

As an athlete he was modest and unassuming, yet an excellent player and a fine sport.

As a friend and pal he was always kind, thoughtful, sincere and cheerful.

He fought his last battle bravely, just as he had fought on the football field, with a smile and a word of encouragement for others.

He will be missed by all who knew him, both young and old, alike, for to know George was to love him. The members of his noble young life will linger always in the hearts of those who knew him.

Note: George Crawford Pinson was scratched by a turkey and an infection set in the wound. He is buried at Hillcrest Cemetery with his parents. He was born April 22, 1913 and died January 25, 1930.