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Truth, integrity, sincerity, courage, originality 

 and capacity, and an abiding love of nature and 

 his fellowmen! All these were his, and during 

 those last pathetic years, when he was a constant 

 frequenter of the SADDLE AND SIRLOIN CLUB, he 

 endeared himself by a thousand characteristic words 

 and deeds to all with whom he came in contact. 



The corn is ripening as we write, in the autumn 

 sunshine in the land he understood so well. Soon 

 the drifting snows will follow. The endless pano- 

 ramas of the seasons will continue in their courses; 

 the miracles of life and death will still be wrought 

 in the future as in the past; men will come and 

 reputations go; but here was a man we cannot afford 

 to forget. Speed the day when a really satisfying 

 portrait finds place in the most sacred niche to 

 which it can be assigned by loving hearts and 

 willing hands. 



