The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1914-07-28

VI ~ lt1ktI tEN IA 1
lhree CHEERS for the boys who went
down with the ship. all colors flying.
Inc fellows at the A. Z. believe You
got u a good paper in spite OF Your
handlcaps, If We helped any we are
giad. No ship ever sank that was
up! You sailed the sinking ship and
you surely can sail a new one.
"A. P. Night Staff"
Finally, as has been said bv a bet
ter pen than mine, "the last box ever
sent through the tube in the Inter
Ocean clicked into the receiver"
When the mar on dog watch, open-
ed this box he drew forth a single
sheet of copy paper which read:
Thirty
The A. p"
The tale was told.
IL was up in the composing room
that the most dramatic scene was
staged. 1t was more han drama-it
was tragedy. This truly was the me-
mortal chamber. Many of these old
printers were an integral part of the
establishment. Some had seen 80
years of continuous service, and had
telt a sense of permanency that
amounted almost to pr~oprietorship.
Here was the adytum of dear ~associa-
tons, where rare recO1leCtiOnS cluster
ed X ripened grapes in the sun.
A little German band, known to the
craft as the Hungry Six which had
been engaged for the end, played the
dirge of departure. Men were brave
enough to weep-for now weeping was
no weakness. AS Nearer, My God,
to Thee" floated softly forth, there
was a suggestion of tina transcend
endant tragedy when the Titanic
Only instead of a load of hu-
man lives, there now went down a
cargo of human hopes. When the in
struments sobbed out the strains Of
"Auld Lang. Syne'' to these veterans
OF many vanished years, gray heads
were owe as above a bier, and tears
again found their channels in age
furrowed cheeks.
At midnight the chapel called it's
last session. At least one part of the
records Of that memorable meeting is
worthy of preservation-a formal
farewell to the foreman. The touch
Midnight, May 10, 1914.
mr.. William E. Brown:
Dear Sir-The Inter Ocean chapel
in final meeting assembled.
"A chapel, known to generations OF
printers and linked by ties of friend
ship and long association, is about to
go out of existence.
LAS itSN official act, this body
wishes to place on record an appre-
citation of you as a man and as a fore
man
I'm this farewell we sorrow and
words are inadequate.
Il "GOod-bye Bill.
The Inter Ocean Chapel"
Cheers mingled with tears when
Herman H. Kohlsaat, the publisher
gave his parting address to the chapel
Response was made with resolutions
Of respect and appreciation drafted al
the chapel meeting.
And then the finale OF silence N
longer the battery of Mergenthalers
murmured the news of nations with
the many tongues Of type. No more
the floors vibrated to the throb Of tn
presses like the heart of a world il
p~ulsation. It was the hush Of histor!
as its portals closed upon h past.
Then the last survey by all of al
unforgettable scene. 1t was loOkin.
upon a giants expiring gasps-;
| colossus in the anguished throes o
dissolution. 1t was as a sentimen
: being death-smitten.
"And writhing like a stricken thing.
It's friends may find a degree O
E consolation in the fact that the Int
Ocean died a natural death. No insti
tuition can long survive its function
e and for some years the Inter Ocea1
had, in public sense, been function
t less. 1t had ~degenerated to the per
sonal organs of those who c%ontrolle
it. Few Of the principles it advocate
s were admirable. 1t was out Of tun
with the times. 1t refused to relat
itself correctly to the Contemporane
Gus spirit. Standing a r~eactionary i
the focus Of radical forces, it pro
e claimed it's challenge to the changin
order
1t took issue with the inevitable
is Abjuring all adaptability, r~eslstln
every reform, static in it's policies, IN
mutable in it's ideas, clinging tenac
ously to the forms of an obsolete sosi;
IS order. it was trampled to extincto
a beneath the mighty march of evoll
is tionary processes.