The Omaha morning bee. [volume] (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927, 1924-02-04
Thirty-Day Period Of Official
Mourning Ordered by
Government
Agencies.
Capital Is Grief-Stricken

W dSulIlS OOu, cD. Or Oi-
mer President Woodrow Will
son died at 11:15 o'clock this
morning.
The place of his entomb-
ment and whether his funer-
al will be public or private
will be determined later.
The end was peaceful, life
ebbed away while he slept.
A tired man, he closed his
eyes, and, Sustained and
soothed by an unfaltering
trust passed on to the great
hereafter, like one who
wraps the drapery of his
couch about him, and lies
down to pleasant dreams"
Doctors Final Bulletin.
DIR. Grays0n. his friend and
physician, announced the end of
the great war president in this
bulletin:
MIR. Wilson died at Ills O'Clock.
His hearts action became feebler
and feebler. and the heart muscle
was so fafigued that il refused 10
act any longer. The end came
peacefully.
The remote causes of death lie
in his i'll health which b.x,sn more
than four years ago. namely:
General arterioseierosis with bemf
riegis- The immediate cause
OF death was exhaustion following
q digestive disturbance which be-
gan in the early part of last week
hut did not reach an acute stage
until the early morning hours OF
February L."
Grim Reaper Enters.
Last Friday. the Grim Reaper had
forced his way into the house after
waiting on the doorstep more than
four years. Saturday. he had ad-
vanoed to the landing on the stair
case and stood counting off the ticks
of the great clock. Saturday night.
he knocked on the chamber door. A
faithful physician and a loyal wife
stood with their hacks against il.
At ? O'Clock, he ratified the knob and
called to the peaceful. PROSTATE
figure on the hed-a great bed. long
and wide. a replica ~ the bed in
which Abraham Lincoln slept in the
White House. with a golden Amerf-
can eagle and a tiny silk American
flag Just over the head beard.
The watchers knew the battle was
lost. At the portal OF the door. now
open, the faithful negro servant how
cred. on the bed. sitting beside her
husband. sustained with all the forii-
tude and composure OF a woman fac
ing a crisis. was Mrs Wilson. hold.
ing between her hands the wan. with
cred right hand that had proved the
pen miChtier than the sword. Near
the foot Of the bed was his eldest
daughter. Margaret. resigned 10 the
Close by. tears wening
from his eyes and coursiug down his
cheeks. WAS DR.. Grayson. taking the
measure OF the fluttering pulse. weak
er and fainter with each effort
Beckons Last Time.
Death advanced and heckoned fon
the last time. The tired. worn out
man drew = long breath. there was
slight flutter Of the eyelids an al
most impercepuble tNiteh OF the
nostrils.
Woodrow Wilson's soul had drift
ed out on the great dark tide that
runs around the world.
Out through a city Stiiled in y Sab
hath mornings reverentiai calm. his
name was being spoken from a hun
dred pulnits. In the Central Pres
hyterian church. where he faithfully
went TO worship while the flesh was
able. a choked.up congregation had
sung The son Of God Goes tNorth
10 War, How Firm a foundation =
and Onward Christian soldiers" IA
' orite hymns In which - loved 20
lift his veice in a happier better Gay.
over a great land that haa acclaim.
Cd him chief and IN lands across the
seas where he had hailed as a God
II Peace. prayers were rising fcr
the repoSe ot his soul.
In the street before TIRE square
brick house. where he has lived with
trurn 10 lase Three Column tSveA