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THE CONDOR 
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inspiration to have known so well; of one whose memory we cherish, in a sadness 
which comes again and again and will not be dissipated, holding it with all that is 
good and best upon the earth. 
Mr. Barlow was born in San Jose, which was for so many years his home. 
He was graduated from the High School with exceptional honors, and subse- 
quently entered the Santa Clara Valley Bank in Santa Clara, where he became 
practically indispensible to the management, being familiar with every branch of 
the work. His parents being dead he was early self-reliant. His studious dispos- 
ition led to the collection of a considerable library, particularly of ornithological 
books. In addition to the painstaking editorial work he undertook, he joined a 
local lodge of Odd Fellows, in which he filled the chair of Noble Grand. He also 
found time for some months to attend to commercial correspondence for a firm of 
seed growers. He made many friends, and it was said of him that he had not an 
enemy in the world. 
He delighted in trips afield and made many excursions into San Benito coun- 
ty and various sections of Santa Clara county in pursuit of his oological hobby, 
but during his later years he devoted much less time to collecting. He revelled 
in an opportunity to get away to the hills after golden eagle’s eggs. Many a joy- 
ous tramp over hill and canyon has been enjoyed by the writer with Mr. Barlow. 
He was an expert climber and we shared in the secret of the location of a number 
of nests which were particularly hard to reach. 
In the field he was a delightful companion, and always a keen observer. He 
made careful notes and took many photographs, which went to embellish the 
pages of magazines. His style was particularly pleasing, and thousands of bird 
students who have read his articles will feel a sense of personal loss at his passing 
from among us. 
It seems scarcely necessary to say that Mr. Barlow was a charter member of 
the Cooper Ornithological Club. So much of its history, its steady growth in 
popularity and usefulness, is directly attributable to his untiring efforts and wise 
counsels that it is impo.ssible to dissociate the man from the club which he, more 
than any other, did so much to perpetuate. It was always near to his heart, and 
with cheerful zeal, which commanded the admiration of all, he gave his time and 
talents to booming the meetings, bo( ming the club and spreading the fame of its 
magazine, of which he was the highly talented editor until Death touched him 
gently and called him hence from earthly tasks well and nobly accomplished. 
He never served as President of the club, but he was more than that. Often 
I have said to him, “Barlow, you are the club.” He came very near that many 
times, and we who know the club’s history and of all his labors for its advance- 
ment may place the honor where it is due. Others have done much, but our 
good friend was head and shoulders above any in the making of its fortunes. 
No sooner was a meeting over than Mr. Barlow was planning for the next. 
As Secretary, from the organization’s inception, he filled many offices in one. 
Modesty was one of his charming traits, and without hope of reward he accom- 
plished great things. Unassuming, he never sought preferment, but knowing 
that some one must do the work he did it steadfastly, patiently, joyously. No 
discouragement balked him, for he entered heart and soul into his labors. He 
could never be spared from the office of Secretary, so important in a bird club 
with widely .scattered membership, to accept the more or less honorary position of 
President, d'hrough nearly ten years of arduous endeavor he never shirked a 
responsibility nor sought to shift the burden upon another’s shoulders. It was 
