The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-06-24
DECORATE
GRAVES
ODD FELLOWS AND PYTHIANS
OBSERVE MEMORIAL DAY
An Able Address Delivered by H. A
Cook, of Fl. Dodge. Many Beau
tiful Flowers.

tiful Flowers.
Sunday, June %, was the day set
apart for holding memorial services by
the Knights OF Pythias and the Odd
Fellows, two prominent lodges of Den
ison. Although the day was disagree
able there was a goodly attendance of
members of both orders. The Odd
Fellows held their exercises at their
hall and then proceeded in a body
with a number of the Rebeckas
to the cemetery where they decorated
the graves of their dead brothers. AT
the hall Mr.. Carl f. Kuehnle gave a
very touching address, setting forth
the reason for the gathering and pay
ing an eloquent eulogy to those de-
parted. His address was we'll received.
The knights met at their hall and de-
cided to carry out the program as mad
been arranged. Thew proceeded to
the cemetery in carriages. The
knights have IL brothers buried at
Oakland cemetery and a short service
was held at each grave. A QUARTET
composed of Messrs. j. l.. Gibson. d. L.
Boynton, Albert Helsley and B. j. Sib-
bert rendered appropriate music, and
the beautiful %rictuallstic work of the
order was carried out. The brothers
buried here are Alden Macarthur, Lou
Marshall, Frank Marshall, Charles
Rumsey. Thos. Luney, w. M Cornwall,
Henry Wilwroth, Oren McAhren.
Amos A. Runkle. A. D. James. There
are also Knights Cal. Bowling of
Algona lodge, and Ward Mathews, of
Odebolt lodge. Standing at each of
these graves many were the kind re-
membranes that came up of the good
and kind deeds done by the departed
brethren. With the looming of each
year we are reminded of this memorial
day, that in these simple, but heart
felt acts we exemply the principles for
which we stand, strongly believing in
its power to better mankind and make
life zone grand sweet song"
Knight n. A. Cook, of Fort Dodge
was present and delivered a rost able
address, a synopsis of which we are
pleased to be able to give in this issue
Brother Knights, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Since last we met another year has
passed. Silently and swiftly has it gone
to join the innumerable throng of years
that make up the mighty past. 1t
has been crowded with the events that
make the history of mankind in all ages;
it has brought a multitude Of joys to a
great host of humanity; it has caused
eyes to sparkle with the pleasure of living,
and hearts have been wrung with the
sorrows that cast their shadows over the
race.
The twilight days of our Pythian year
are the sweet days; the balm and fresh
ness and fragrance of the sweet June
flowers greet us in these softened hours,
and we lift our voices to the Author of all
our Joys in hymns of thanksgiving and of
praise.
But with all our happiness there comes
the memories of other days-days when
the heartstrings had not been wrenched
by the ruthless hand Of the arch enemy of
our kind. And these memories again
bring US to this spot where sleep those
bound to US by ties that the world little
needs.
There is a stron~, a hidden force. best under
stood by those
Who come within its blessed sway: and as its
influence grows
Its power, beneficent and mild, with ever
widening sweep,
Brings heart to heart, and all to God, with
impulse strong and deep.
And so we come again, with these
memories pressing hard upon US, to lay
once more our pension of blessing, and
love, and peace, upon these scattered
graves, where sleep the moldering forms
of those who in life we're our brothers.
1t is fitting that we thus remember them
and what they were to us and to the homes
from which they were called. 1t is fitting
for them and for us. All men learn at the
grave. These monuments are voiceless to
to US, but from beneath the sheen of the
springs gentle covering there come to us
voices thousand tongued Sweet spirits
teach US that as these are. so also shall we
be. 1t matters not to US who gather at
these mounds year after year whether our
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side. or whether it takes US through green
meadows sweet with the voices of music
throated birds and bright with the bloom
of m~yriad-hued flowers; or whether it
leads US through caverns measureless and
deep down to sunless seas, these voices yet
come to comfort, to console and to bless
US who listen for them and who under
stand the language they employ. We
who wait year after year for these sweet
June days know that our waiting will be
rewarded by and by because it is here that
we receive anew each year those benedic-
tons that can come only from hearts
bound by the i~ndissoluble ties Of brother
hood. friendship, and benevolence. We
who live and they who sleep here bear
hands still clasped in the joyous grasp of
fraternity. The cement of brotherly love
and affection which binds US to one an
other and with all our kind throughout
the wide, wide world into a sacred band
of friends and brothers. shall never decay
nor can its union be severed-not ever by
the remoreless scythe of time.
Al man may they fought their fight,
Proved each his truth by his endeavor:
Let them sleep in solemn night
S1aap nva yynr n n6 f0raynrs