The producers news., 1927-03-04

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orders to which she belonged The
following sermon was given by Her
man Krogman:
The Funeral Grafton
Dear friends: We are here on a
sad mission, mission which none of
us care to carry out But it is the
way of humanity. Some day all of
us will go this route and some one
will have to perform the ceremony 1
am endeavOring, in a weak kind of
way, to perform here today The
women at whose graveside we are
standing today was no ordinary
woman.
The fact that she left the lap of
ease and civilization in Minneapolis
and came out here when this was a
frontier settlement is proof of this
TACT. She was one of the rapidly
passing away pioneers who blazed
the trail for the people who are here
today. When these prairies were
ike endless seas of grass, Rose Glib
son came here and started to make
a home. At first she started a stop
ping place where travellers might rest
on the road. She had a light high
on pole which travellers could see
at night for miles. Many a weary
traveller stopped at this place and it
is the tradition all around here for
miles that he was we'll taken care of
by Rose If he had no money in his
; pockets as we'll as if he had She
did not do this work for the money
she made out Of it as much as for
the service she rendered to her fell
low man.
If any of the neighbors were sick.
Rose was there; if any were in want
she helped them. She could always
observe the good old rule of not let
ting the left hand know what the
5 right was doing. "She did good by
/ stealth and blushed to find it fame. .
= Many a homesteader, i'll his battle
= with the forces of nature, and in his
endeavor to turn this raw land into
garden, was assisted In his darkest
4 hOur by the woman whose Dody now
rests IN the earth from which we all
sprung. There are people who lone
S Tor riches, who want to write glori
: Gus name on the pages of history
: who want to shine in the social worle
or make name in politics. but af
ter all 1t is not the fame you get d
the money you make that you, at tn,
evening time of life, look back at ant
are proud of. It is the service yol
render to humanity. And if ther,
ever was woman who had q rich
TO look back with proud satisfaction
on the good deeds she has done tha
woman was Rose Gibson.
Ihls brave and tender woman i
every storm of life was oak and rock
put IN the sunshine she was vine an,
IloWer. She was the friend of al
heroic souls. She climbed the heipht
and left all superstitions far below
while on her forehead fell the goldel
dawning of the grander day.
She sided with the weak, the pool
the wronged, and lovingly gave aim:
With loyal heart and purest hand
she faithfully discharged all publ
trusts.
She was a worshipper of liberty.
friend of the oppressed. She belieN
ed That happiness was the only gooC
reason the only torch, Justice th
only worship, humanity the only BE-
| lief. w ' "
| Life IS a narrow vale between tn
| cold and barren peaks of two eter1
| ties. We strive in vain to look b,
| yond the heights. We crv alou
| and the only answer is the echo ,
| our walling cry. From the voicele,
/ lips of the lying dead there comes I
i word; but IN the night of death. hoI
/ sees a star and listening love c.
i hear the fluttering of a wing.
il She who sleeps here. when dvin
i mlstahng the approach of death f