Arizona republican., 1913-12-08
Memorial Service In Opera House to Departed Broth CTS the Memory of Whose Good Deeds Is Kept Green.
THE ADDRESS OF
 HON. c. B. WARD
Large Concourse of Elks and Friends Gather and Do Honor to Dead In Impressive Service Yes terday.

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 As beautifully impressive as ever.
 the Lodge of Sorrow of the Benevo- lent Protective Order of Elks was held at the theater yesterday after noon, before an attendance that in cluded not only every Elk who could gct there, but a house packing audi ence of friends and relatives.
 The stage, fitted in honor of the departed brethren, was q scene of ar tistic floral effects. over the row of seven empty chairs rose an arch of illuminated shields blazoning the names of the men whose places they were: A. \. Pauff Elliott Evans, George H. Gallagher. S. w. Bayley, N. x. Miller, Roy E. Kirkland. L. M. Swigert The orchestra pit was banked with white and purple flowers imbedded in greenery and the entire auditorium was hung with the same decoration.
 Behind the seat of the exalted ruler in the center of the stage and those
 c1 other leading Elks was arranged
 a place for a large orchestra. A. R Cater, not having recovered from broken leg. occupied a box. while Frank Leeper acted as exalted ruler.
 No better idea Qf the purposes of
 the Sorrow Lodge can be expressed
 that of Hon. Charles B. Ward, who delivered the eulogy Mir. Ward said
 Exalted Ruler, Brothers and Friends:
 Years ago I was travelling along
 a highway in anotLer country when my attention was attracted to an old
 deserted burial ground. It looked.
 from the roadside as if it contained
 many hundreds of old. decayed wood
 en crosses walked within the
 rrush enclosure that served as a fence and discovered, lying in the dirt
 Q nd debris. several Tieces of broken
 marble which at one time were beau
 t'tuI shafts and monuments. A closer
 inspection showed sculptured work
 that evidenced the hand of master
 also knew that no such stone was
 found in that country. It was the
 rich Italian marble. Calling an old
 Indian who was Tassing. I asked
 whose graves those stones at one
 time marked. His answer was char
 acteristic of his people. Ii was that
 his father, who was very old man
 when he died, did not know but
 knew that the bones of persons who
 in life were rich, perhaps powerful.
 Lad their last earthly resting place
 hear. and letting imagination play.
 there came to me a picture of
 storm tossed bark travelling on an
 Uncharted sea, bearing as d part Of
 Its burden those marble shafts and
 monuments, which when carried over
 mountain, stream and desert. were
 riaced by loving friends on those
 graves. thinking that thereby the
 Terson's name and station in life would be remembered until time was not. And looking on that decay. the
 truth of Kingsley's lines came: So
 fleet the works of man. back to earth again, ancient and holy things fade like a dream
 And while We of this day and age follow the old time custom of erect irG over the graves of our loved ones stones and monuments, yet the pur- bose is more to mark the grave. for we know that the memory of those Vho have finished life's journey. ex- ccpt few great chara cters. will live. only so long as loving hearts beat in the breasts of those who knew them iu life.
 It is for this reason We have our memorial days, just one day out Of the turbulent many in each year. when we stop and in loving service Fay our tribute to those who have crossed the silent river that divides tune from eternity. and as part of
 the memorial services of this order tfere is an address to be delivered. which shall have for it's object an explanation of the principles of and s0r what the order stands.
 And if the practice of those prin- ciples is conducive to higher living. then the time and place is fitting for
 their learning, for in such sweetIy solemn services as these the world and its cares are never uppermost in our minds.
 Every one at some time has stood "t the open graVe-side while the remains of friend or an acquaint - ance was being lowered into it's last earthly resting place. For a moment let memory drift back to that oc- | casiOn. What Were your thoughts ? l Did you think of the errors of that persons life. or of his good traits l Aye. even if he was an enemy. did not all the bitterness and malice that 1 you might have fell pass from you as the mist passes away before the sunlight? And as you left that city ! of the dead with friendship and for l Continued on Page Five)