The San Francisco call., 1897-01-03

daily trials ana vexations of life. It was.
my good fortune to be associated with
him in the active duties of newspaper
work. He maintained the same hearty,
cheerful manner and mental buoyancy at
o'clock in the morning, as we were
about 10 separate after our labors, that he
had when we exchanged our salutations
at the beginning of our work
"You see no EN- mblems of woe about our
apartments. This is III accord with his
request. Our sorrow is not betokened by
our habiliments. 1t is written in our
hearts. 1t is not possible for human words
to assuage the grief of his stricken rela-
tlyes and family, yet to them We extend
our tenderest sympathy.
you cannot forget that he was loved
by all who knew him, and in truth if the
good wishes of genuine friendship could
have staid the hand OF death, Ross jack
son would have lived forever He left
message that nothing should be said above
his ashes but the truth. This is no mar
row limitation, for to speak of him as he
deserves would be eulogy enough for any
man.
"In conclusion 1 will say of him as in the
beginning. that he was Just man, ho n
orable in his dealings with the world, gem
erous in his friendships and tenderly de-
voted to those who were bound to him by
the most sacred ties that are known to
men,"
W. w. Naughton spoke as a fellow
worker with Ross Jackson. He said
"Of all the opportunities that man
may have through life OF forming just
Judgment of another, OF learning the kind
of man he is at heart, there could be no
better than comes with working alongside
of him in newspaper office. There is
much there to ruffle his temper and cause
him to uncover the less lovely points of
his character. 1t was my luck--I call it
luck-to work through several years of my
life with Ross, and l found kim the last
day as | did the first day, and all the time,
all that man should be.
81 cannot remember of his ever enter
ing into any of those little discussions of
each other that newspaper men are prone
to affect after the hurry -burly of the day
or night is over, and that grow out OF jeal-
ousy or wounded vanity. He was always
the genial, warm. big-natured man. l
know of no one in the profession to whom
would go with such conf lence for advice.
He was, as has been SAID, not religious
man in the orthodox sense, but In his con-
duct toward his fellow-men he was above
reproach. We may say farewell to him
now, knowing that after his life's htful
fever he sleeps we'll.
S. Homer Henley sang Rodney's SEAL
vary" He had sang it often before in the
club rooms, often for the pleasure OF Ross
Jackson living, and now the occasion
10 uched it with a new power and fitness
Daniel O'OonnelI read poem of his
own writing to "Our Dead Comrade," of
which the following are the first and clos
ing verses:
Sometimes, when chatting merrly, our friend has
said to me,
.'We're moving down the slopIng road on towa rd
the sunsets glow.
How strange it seems that all around, on every
side,
The chaR is spared-the useless chaff-the while
the wheat must co."
FAREWELL! farewell! We know, we feel, if from
that other sphere
The souls of the departed may for moment
stray
Just as Of old you're standing among your COM
Proud Of the tears they faln must weep for you,
dead friend, to-day.
Arthur Barendt said the last word for
the men who knew Ross Jackson best and
gave the reason why there must be an
end, even while much remained to be
said:
1T falls to me to speak the last word on
behalf of the working newspaper men
concerning our friend whose body lies
here" he said. "If | may say it, Ross
Jackson was a newspaper man from the
ground up. He had all the sterling quail
ties of newspaper man, but none Of their
shortcomings. He was man through all
the wearing trials, the vexations of the
newspaper mans life, day by day; he was
ever found the same fine, open, whole
some, manly man.
lone fortune came to him. Instead of
lifting him away from his fellows or de-
stroying in him those things that had
made hin, beloved by them it only served
to unfold his character and bring its
brightness and gentle kindliness into
stronger relief. But we should not tarry
here however we may feel like paying
tribute to the memory of the friend whom
we have lost, for we must not forget that
there are those here to whom the cere.
mony is fraught with pain. For their
sake we must bring it to an end. / may
only say in conclusion that when it shall
come our time, that of each Of US, to lie
here, may as much of good be said of us
as may in truth be said OF Ross Jackson;
may as many kind, regretful thoughts
spring from the hearts of our fellows who
survive u.s."
The quartet sang Beyond the Smiling
and the Weeping
Then the great company OF friends filed
through the room and took the last look
at the face of their friend. The pail
bearers took up their burden and the pro-
cession moved to Odd Fellows Cemetery.
The casket was placed in the chapel of the
crematory, and the quartet from its sta
ton in the loft sang, as a conclusion to
the beautiful ceremony, "Still, Still With
Thee"
And so, led by the prin cipal mourners
the company dispersed; the play, for
Ross Jackson-as he himself would say
twas done.
The body will be incinerated to-day.
This company that dispersed that had
filled the Press Club rooms was a rather
walk o: life. There we're Judges and en-
inent lawyers and merchants, representa-
tives of nearly all the branches OF the City