Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1918-07-29

Among his children and grandchildren
he was happy. There life yielded its
rarest fragrancies, and in that cosy
corner a privileged circle saw him at
his best.
His Public Life.
DR.. Whitley's public life as prac-
ticing physician reaches back over the
last thirty years. He was the dean
of doctors in Webster City, and his
profession held him in highest esteem.
During all these years he has served
the public modestly ard we'll. He took
Thorough scholastic preparation for
his work. 1t was his pride to keep
himself posted in the science of his
profession. In his practice he was the
soul of honor, observing punctiliuosly
the spirit as we'll as the rules of his
profession. He gave himself in the full
measure of devotion to his patients.
BY day and by night he was at their
service This faithfulness he main
tanned to the end. When the end came
he was in Fort Dodge and had patients
depending upon him here in Webster
City. Some short time before he pass
ed away he reached for his medicine
case and selected some powders for
a patient, saying that he wanted them
taken to Webster City as his patient
there needed them. And now he has
gone, but he has left behind him an
almost perfect memory of good deeds
and sterling human kindness and
virtue.
DR.. Whitley was man Of fine
tastes. Taste is the criterion of hui
man life. Tell us what man likes
and we will outline the elements of
his character. This good man liked
the best things in many walks of life.
He was especially a good judge of
both literature and music. At first
when he would recommend a book it
would be rather natural to question
his right to suggest reading for an
other. But after one or two such
experiences one learned to trust his
good judgment, for one always found
that his suggestion led into fresh
pastures of pleasure and profit. He
was a real living soul. He used his
body mostly to support his spirit
among the higher and less common
things of human life.
This man died in the midst of the
war in which he had an important
civilian part. He was engaged in all
sorts of war work to which he gave
himself with level-headed and pas
sionate devotion. He was member
Of the local board and himself exam
ined multitudes of men who passed
through his hands into the national
service. All his work, in common
with the other members of the board
and of his profession, was rendered
absolutely free. His heart was in the
great struggle. He did noe have to
be converted to the cause of America
and freedom. He knew the causes of
the war, the issues involved and how
great was the peril to our western
Christian civilization if the Hun were
triumphant. He threw himself into
the work with abandon. A pathetic
thing these days when he lies still
among wreaths OF flowers is the tele-
grams of sympathy that come in from
the environments from men whom he
has helped into khaki. Perhaps it'll
was the day of his death, when the
morning papers came to hand he in
quired eagerly: What is the news
from the 'front.'" And now he has
passed on and we are left alone to
fight the battle to successful finish.
Influence Still Lives.
Somehow, in the presence of such
a life, Immortality becomes a moral
and spiritual necessity, something we
must believe or shipwreck the mind.
We feel that such man cannot real
ly die. He has lived so long among
deathless things that We feel the final
grim experience is powerless to dis
integrate personality so finely, so
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him that was really characteristic |
and beyond the merely accidental
still lives on, refined and purified by
a life minus the handicaps of the
flesh. It is this certainty that helps |
us over the sadness of this day OF
and earthly farewell. He
is not dead He has but slipped away
from the cognizance of our grosser
senses, and as the days go by men,
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