The Elk Mountain pilot., 1923-08-23
JOHN HUNTER ARNOTr
3-6-1s65-S-1s-19e3


John Arnott passed over the great
divide on Saturday night at 1925
o'clock, and our whole city has been
grief stricken over the passing of a
beloved citizen.
He had been i'll for several years
but bedfast for only few weeks.
Born March 6, 1865, at Shetland,
Fife Shire, Scotland, Mr.. Arnott was
Do years, 5 months, and IL days of age
at the time of his death.
On September %, 1891, he was mar
ried to Miss Helen Monroe at Crested
Butte and had resided here ever since.
Thirteen children blessed the union.
eleven of whom survive. Mr.. Arnott
also leaves four brothers in Scotland
and six grandchildren at this place.
He served as Mayor and city mar
shall of Crested Butte, for a number
of terms and filled the Offices with
credit to himself and his town.
Mr.. Arnott was staunch Mason,
having been initiated into that order
October 81, 1893. Crested Butte
Lodge, No. SO, A. F. & A. M. had full
charge of the funeral arrangements
and services, several members from
Gunnison and Trinidad being in at
tendance. Loads of beautiful flowers
covered the casket.
Besides Mrs. Arnott the children
are John H. and Helen NJ, both dead,
James H., Joseph NJ, Thomas H., Mary,
Anna, Euph amia,, Robert, William A.,
Henry G., John Angus, and Elsie Is
abelle.
Sympathy of the entire community
goes out to the grief stricken family
and for the good things to be said of
our fellow citizen, we leave for "A
Friend" who has contributed the
following:
A Tribute
To the memory of our beloved cit
izen, John Arnott.
The mastermind has again taken
one. of our Oldest citizens from our
midst AS we pass down the endless
pathway of time, how fast the days
glide by, and there remains but the
fragrance of cherished memory, so
with the greatest reverence we pay
tribute to the memory, who has gone
to his eternal rest. There will be a
vacancy in the home, an aching void
in our hearts, but those that knew
him and still survive, will remember
him pleasantly until they too are
gathered by his side. But tho his
life's work is done, the inf1uenc of
his life for doing good will continue
forever.
Let us not mourn for him, the
night of his living deeds has opened
up for him the gates of immortal
ity. In that far country he is living
and loving still, and while we must
bow to the inevitable, let us cherish
a recollection of all his virtues, and
let his imperfections if any there
we're, rest silently beneath the sod
that rests upon him.
The hands that were ever extended
to grasp those of brother or friend
in friendship are today cold in the
tomb. Farewell, father, husband and
brother, you did your life's work and
did it we'll.
He knew that what we called a
life time was all too short to hold
less real than the things
that abide. He knew the futility Of
to add luster to manly
history by mere words. In all the
affairs of his life, John Arnott was a
serious. earnest man, steady,
straight forward man, a man of good
purpose and devoted to that purpose.
This can all be truly said of him, and
what higher praise can be given?
What better could be said of any of
us than that we had the understand
ing to perceive our duty and courage
and will to do that duty?
Such lives are contribution to the
world, they move society forward,
they raise the level of human con-
duct and thus fulfill the only con-
ceivable purpose of creation. Such
lives are an example and guide to
the lives about them. They grow in
strength and stature here and earn
their reward hereafter,
Friend after friend departs.
Who has not lost friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
CDTU,ArT