LAST TRIBUTE TO MRS. L. F. KUHLBER
The funeral of Mrs. Lila F. Kuhlber was held on the lawn of her home Wednesday afternoon, at 2:30, the Rev. J.A. Elerbrake giving the funeral sermon and reading the service. Under the most trying circumstances, and without brief notice, this kindly minister conducted the sacred rites in a most comforting and beautiful manner. The floral tributes were massive, and beautiful. Lying in her last couch of repose, banks of flowers from loving friends all about her, dear Lila was a very statue of repose. One of her selected friends, Rexford G. Volz, sang in a tender strong voice; "Beautiful Isle of Some where," "What a Friend we have in Jesus," accompanied by another friend Edward Elfeld.
The burial took place in Rose Hill cemetery, by the side of her father, where a sad group of sorrowing friends, waited to see the grave closed over her form. And the masses of flowers, banked above the graves of father and daughter, who in life meant so much to each other.
Lila Frances, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was born in Chicago, March 5, 1897. Was married to Harold E. Kuhlber, June 5, 1918, and died at her home in Arlington Heights, Sunday, August 2, 1925, at 4:30 a.m. She leaves to mourn her untimely death, besides her husband, to little ones, Harold Herbert, and Laura Frances Kuhlber, her mother, two sisters, two brothers, and three aunts, sisters of her fathers, cousins and other relatives, together with the hosts of loving friends. A Sketch of the life of Lila is given in connections with this data. The sympathy of the community is with those bereaved.
LIFE SKETCH--LILA ACKLEY KUHLBER
Birth, Marriage and death, are but punctuations on the pages of life history, the real deeps of experience are in between. Lila Frances Ackley, daughter of Mr.and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was the pride and hope of her father's heart. Every advantage for her education and right development he sought
for her in preparation for life. The Carl Schurz high school, Bethany college, W. Va., the Art Institute and music school were all parts of her education, and well she entered into and assimulated the intellectual helps from each.
A bright capable student, a reasoning receptive mind, she entered into the depths of learning, and for her years was wonderfully informed. It was a joy to a book lover to discuss with Lila any new books, or work of Art. All her young life spent in schools equipped for the cares and burdens of household, and the little ones, that came so closely to her arms. Her love for these dear jewels, was greater than her strength to carry on. Taken out of her home environs in the city to her husband's isolated farm home in the east, loneliness and ill health broke her and it was while in a weakened condition the shock of her devoted father's cruel tragic death came to her. It was too much and from its terrible blow, she never completely rallied. It was his wish that she should come to the home he had provided for her here. He loved Arlington Heights, and to this place Lila clung with loyal love.
She had a loving heart and longed for the society of those of her own age, and tastes. She loved music, art and books, and best of all, her kind loving heart overflowed with love for her own. Handicapped by physical weakness and the care of her home and little ones, she seldom got out among people she so desired to meet. All too often she was lonely and alone. And those who would have appreciated her society, knew little of her genuine worth, and noble character.
Too brave to complain the encroachment of her fatal malady was not realized by those who loved her, until is was too late to snatch her from is hold.
In her last weeks of suffering her aunt, Mrs. Russell, with whom Lila's school and college years were spent, and on whose love and judgement Lila relied, came to be with her, and to tenderly care for her, even when long weeks wore on her not too robust strength.
Her mother was a constant and loving attendant on her every wish and need. Her sister, and companion, Miss Laura Ackley, went as on winged feet to carry out each wish, each message and even unexpressed thought of her darling Lila.
Her eldest sister, Mrs. Estelle Flodine, took her in her arms and soothed her as a baby. Mother, sisters, brothers and devoted aunts, with skilled nurses could not bring the beloved back to life and health.
Thoughts of her father and of little baby Eddie brightened her dreams. Out of her yearning mother heart, her eyes looked on her little son and baby Laura Frances. Such a hungry yearning look, never to be forgotten. During her illness many loving friends and neighbors kept her room with flowers. Of this Lila said, "I'm so glad they bring me flowers while I can see and enjoy them."
For four years Lila has been near the most intimately, and lovingly. I know her to be one of God's cherished little ones. Into His presence she will go trusting and unafraid.
Those who love her and must miss her here a while will be sad for their loss. Yet we should even in tears rejoice in her blessed release.
Summer breezes gently sighing
Lulled Lila to rest;
Let there be no tears or crying
You who love her best
On Youth's venture gaily flying
Went she forth to meet:
All her dear ideals be-lying
Pain and sore defeat
Let there be no sobs or glooming
Peace these flowers tell:
All about our Lila blooming
Flowers she loved so well
Peace and love, tendering signing
Lift your thoughts above.
Angel messengers are bringing
God's sweet peace and love
Not for Lila should we sorrow,
But that we must go
Into a many lonely morrow
We-who love her so.
Weep not, weep not for her going
Earth was so unkind
God, our Father, the all knowing
All her wounds, will bind
Our Lord Christ forbade our weeping
And his word that saith
"These Thy dead are only sleeping"
Shames our tears for death.
HE WILL GIVE THEM BACK AGAIN
We are quite sore
That He will give them back --
Bright, pure, beautiful.
We know He will but keep
Our own and His until they fall asleep
We know He does not mean
To break the strand reaching between
The here and there
He does not mean tho Heaven be fair
To change the Spirits entering There,
That they forget
The eyes upraised and wet
The lips too still for prayer,
The mute despair.
He will not take
The Spirits which He gave, and make
The glorified so new
That they are lost to me and you.
I do believe.
They will receive
Us-you and me-and be so glad,
To meet us that most when I would grow sad.
Just begin to think about that gladness
And the day
When they shall tell us all about the way
That they have learned to do-
Heaven's pathways show.
My lost, my own, and I
Shall have so much to see together,
by and by.
I do believe that just the same sweet face,
But glorified, is waiting in the place
Where we shall me, if only I
Am counted worthy in that by and by.
I do believe that God will give me a sweet surprise
To tear-stained, saddened eyes,
And that His Heaven will be
Most glad, most tided through with joy for you and me
As we have suffered most.
God never made
Spirit for Spirit,
Answering shade for shade
And placed them side by side-
So wrought in one,
Though separate, mystified-
And meant to break,
The quivering threads between. When
We shall wake.
I am quite sure,
We will be very glad
That for a little while we were so sad.
The Daily Herald
{Chicago, Illinois
August 7 1925
The funeral of Mrs. Lila F. Kuhlber was held on the lawn of her home Wednesday afternoon, at 2:30, the Rev. J.A. Elerbrake giving the funeral sermon and reading the service. Under the most trying circumstances, and without brief notice, this kindly minister conducted the sacred rites in a most comforting and beautiful manner. The floral tributes were massive, and beautiful. Lying in her last couch of repose, banks of flowers from loving friends all about her, dear Lila was a very statue of repose. One of her selected friends, Rexford G. Volz, sang in a tender strong voice; "Beautiful Isle of Some where," "What a Friend we have in Jesus," accompanied by another friend Edward Elfeld.
The burial took place in Rose Hill cemetery, by the side of her father, where a sad group of sorrowing friends, waited to see the grave closed over her form. And the masses of flowers, banked above the graves of father and daughter, who in life meant so much to each other.
Lila Frances, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was born in Chicago, March 5, 1897. Was married to Harold E. Kuhlber, June 5, 1918, and died at her home in Arlington Heights, Sunday, August 2, 1925, at 4:30 a.m. She leaves to mourn her untimely death, besides her husband, to little ones, Harold Herbert, and Laura Frances Kuhlber, her mother, two sisters, two brothers, and three aunts, sisters of her fathers, cousins and other relatives, together with the hosts of loving friends. A Sketch of the life of Lila is given in connections with this data. The sympathy of the community is with those bereaved.
LIFE SKETCH--LILA ACKLEY KUHLBER
Birth, Marriage and death, are but punctuations on the pages of life history, the real deeps of experience are in between. Lila Frances Ackley, daughter of Mr.and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was the pride and hope of her father's heart. Every advantage for her education and right development he sought
for her in preparation for life. The Carl Schurz high school, Bethany college, W. Va., the Art Institute and music school were all parts of her education, and well she entered into and assimulated the intellectual helps from each.
A bright capable student, a reasoning receptive mind, she entered into the depths of learning, and for her years was wonderfully informed. It was a joy to a book lover to discuss with Lila any new books, or work of Art. All her young life spent in schools equipped for the cares and burdens of household, and the little ones, that came so closely to her arms. Her love for these dear jewels, was greater than her strength to carry on. Taken out of her home environs in the city to her husband's isolated farm home in the east, loneliness and ill health broke her and it was while in a weakened condition the shock of her devoted father's cruel tragic death came to her. It was too much and from its terrible blow, she never completely rallied. It was his wish that she should come to the home he had provided for her here. He loved Arlington Heights, and to this place Lila clung with loyal love.
She had a loving heart and longed for the society of those of her own age, and tastes. She loved music, art and books, and best of all, her kind loving heart overflowed with love for her own. Handicapped by physical weakness and the care of her home and little ones, she seldom got out among people she so desired to meet. All too often she was lonely and alone. And those who would have appreciated her society, knew little of her genuine worth, and noble character.
Too brave to complain the encroachment of her fatal malady was not realized by those who loved her, until is was too late to snatch her from is hold.
In her last weeks of suffering her aunt, Mrs. Russell, with whom Lila's school and college years were spent, and on whose love and judgement Lila relied, came to be with her, and to tenderly care for her, even when long weeks wore on her not too robust strength.
Her mother was a constant and loving attendant on her every wish and need. Her sister, and companion, Miss Laura Ackley, went as on winged feet to carry out each wish, each message and even unexpressed thought of her darling Lila.
Her eldest sister, Mrs. Estelle Flodine, took her in her arms and soothed her as a baby. Mother, sisters, brothers and devoted aunts, with skilled nurses could not bring the beloved back to life and health.
Thoughts of her father and of little baby Eddie brightened her dreams. Out of her yearning mother heart, her eyes looked on her little son and baby Laura Frances. Such a hungry yearning look, never to be forgotten. During her illness many loving friends and neighbors kept her room with flowers. Of this Lila said, "I'm so glad they bring me flowers while I can see and enjoy them."
For four years Lila has been near the most intimately, and lovingly. I know her to be one of God's cherished little ones. Into His presence she will go trusting and unafraid.
Those who love her and must miss her here a while will be sad for their loss. Yet we should even in tears rejoice in her blessed release.
Summer breezes gently sighing
Lulled Lila to rest;
Let there be no tears or crying
You who love her best
On Youth's venture gaily flying
Went she forth to meet:
All her dear ideals be-lying
Pain and sore defeat
Let there be no sobs or glooming
Peace these flowers tell:
All about our Lila blooming
Flowers she loved so well
Peace and love, tendering signing
Lift your thoughts above.
Angel messengers are bringing
God's sweet peace and love
Not for Lila should we sorrow,
But that we must go
Into a many lonely morrow
We-who love her so.
Weep not, weep not for her going
Earth was so unkind
God, our Father, the all knowing
All her wounds, will bind
Our Lord Christ forbade our weeping
And his word that saith
"These Thy dead are only sleeping"
Shames our tears for death.
HE WILL GIVE THEM BACK AGAIN
We are quite sore
That He will give them back --
Bright, pure, beautiful.
We know He will but keep
Our own and His until they fall asleep
We know He does not mean
To break the strand reaching between
The here and there
He does not mean tho Heaven be fair
To change the Spirits entering There,
That they forget
The eyes upraised and wet
The lips too still for prayer,
The mute despair.
He will not take
The Spirits which He gave, and make
The glorified so new
That they are lost to me and you.
I do believe.
They will receive
Us-you and me-and be so glad,
To meet us that most when I would grow sad.
Just begin to think about that gladness
And the day
When they shall tell us all about the way
That they have learned to do-
Heaven's pathways show.
My lost, my own, and I
Shall have so much to see together,
by and by.
I do believe that just the same sweet face,
But glorified, is waiting in the place
Where we shall me, if only I
Am counted worthy in that by and by.
I do believe that God will give me a sweet surprise
To tear-stained, saddened eyes,
And that His Heaven will be
Most glad, most tided through with joy for you and me
As we have suffered most.
God never made
Spirit for Spirit,
Answering shade for shade
And placed them side by side-
So wrought in one,
Though separate, mystified-
And meant to break,
The quivering threads between. When
We shall wake.
I am quite sure,
We will be very glad
That for a little while we were so sad.
The Daily Herald
{Chicago, Illinois
August 7 1925
LAST TRIBUTE TO MRS. L. F. KUHLBER
The funeral of Mrs. Lila F. Kuhlber was held on the lawn of her home Wednesday afternoon, at 2:30, the Rev. J.A. Elerbrake giving the funeral sermon and reading the service. Under the most trying circumstances, and without brief notice, this kindly minister conducted the sacred rites in a most comforting and beautiful manner. The floral tributes were massive, and beautiful. Lying in her last couch of repose, banks of flowers from loving friends all about her, dear Lila was a very statue of repose. One of her selected friends, Rexford G. Volz, sang in a tender strong voice; "Beautiful Isle of Some where," "What a Friend we have in Jesus," accompanied by another friend Edward Elfeld.
The burial took place in Rose Hill cemetery, by the side of her father, where a sad group of sorrowing friends, waited to see the grave closed over her form. And the masses of flowers, banked above the graves of father and daughter, who in life meant so much to each other.
Lila Frances, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was born in Chicago, March 5, 1897. Was married to Harold E. Kuhlber, June 5, 1918, and died at her home in Arlington Heights, Sunday, August 2, 1925, at 4:30 a.m. She leaves to mourn her untimely death, besides her husband, to little ones, Harold Herbert, and Laura Frances Kuhlber, her mother, two sisters, two brothers, and three aunts, sisters of her fathers, cousins and other relatives, together with the hosts of loving friends. A Sketch of the life of Lila is given in connections with this data. The sympathy of the community is with those bereaved.
LIFE SKETCH--LILA ACKLEY KUHLBER
Birth, Marriage and death, are but punctuations on the pages of life history, the real deeps of experience are in between. Lila Frances Ackley, daughter of Mr.and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was the pride and hope of her father's heart. Every advantage for her education and right development he sought
for her in preparation for life. The Carl Schurz high school, Bethany college, W. Va., the Art Institute and music school were all parts of her education, and well she entered into and assimulated the intellectual helps from each.
A bright capable student, a reasoning receptive mind, she entered into the depths of learning, and for her years was wonderfully informed. It was a joy to a book lover to discuss with Lila any new books, or work of Art. All her young life spent in schools equipped for the cares and burdens of household, and the little ones, that came so closely to her arms. Her love for these dear jewels, was greater than her strength to carry on. Taken out of her home environs in the city to her husband's isolated farm home in the east, loneliness and ill health broke her and it was while in a weakened condition the shock of her devoted father's cruel tragic death came to her. It was too much and from its terrible blow, she never completely rallied. It was his wish that she should come to the home he had provided for her here. He loved Arlington Heights, and to this place Lila clung with loyal love.
She had a loving heart and longed for the society of those of her own age, and tastes. She loved music, art and books, and best of all, her kind loving heart overflowed with love for her own. Handicapped by physical weakness and the care of her home and little ones, she seldom got out among people she so desired to meet. All too often she was lonely and alone. And those who would have appreciated her society, knew little of her genuine worth, and noble character.
Too brave to complain the encroachment of her fatal malady was not realized by those who loved her, until is was too late to snatch her from is hold.
In her last weeks of suffering her aunt, Mrs. Russell, with whom Lila's school and college years were spent, and on whose love and judgement Lila relied, came to be with her, and to tenderly care for her, even when long weeks wore on her not too robust strength.
Her mother was a constant and loving attendant on her every wish and need. Her sister, and companion, Miss Laura Ackley, went as on winged feet to carry out each wish, each message and even unexpressed thought of her darling Lila.
Her eldest sister, Mrs. Estelle Flodine, took her in her arms and soothed her as a baby. Mother, sisters, brothers and devoted aunts, with skilled nurses could not bring the beloved back to life and health.
Thoughts of her father and of little baby Eddie brightened her dreams. Out of her yearning mother heart, her eyes looked on her little son and baby Laura Frances. Such a hungry yearning look, never to be forgotten. During her illness many loving friends and neighbors kept her room with flowers. Of this Lila said, "I'm so glad they bring me flowers while I can see and enjoy them."
For four years Lila has been near the most intimately, and lovingly. I know her to be one of God's cherished little ones. Into His presence she will go trusting and unafraid.
Those who love her and must miss her here a while will be sad for their loss. Yet we should even in tears rejoice in her blessed release.
Summer breezes gently sighing
Lulled Lila to rest;
Let there be no tears or crying
You who love her best
On Youth's venture gaily flying
Went she forth to meet:
All her dear ideals be-lying
Pain and sore defeat
Let there be no sobs or glooming
Peace these flowers tell:
All about our Lila blooming
Flowers she loved so well
Peace and love, tendering signing
Lift your thoughts above.
Angel messengers are bringing
God's sweet peace and love
Not for Lila should we sorrow,
But that we must go
Into a many lonely morrow
We-who love her so.
Weep not, weep not for her going
Earth was so unkind
God, our Father, the all knowing
All her wounds, will bind
Our Lord Christ forbade our weeping
And his word that saith
"These Thy dead are only sleeping"
Shames our tears for death.
HE WILL GIVE THEM BACK AGAIN
We are quite sore
That He will give them back --
Bright, pure, beautiful.
We know He will but keep
Our own and His until they fall asleep
We know He does not mean
To break the strand reaching between
The here and there
He does not mean tho Heaven be fair
To change the Spirits entering There,
That they forget
The eyes upraised and wet
The lips too still for prayer,
The mute despair.
He will not take
The Spirits which He gave, and make
The glorified so new
That they are lost to me and you.
I do believe.
They will receive
Us-you and me-and be so glad,
To meet us that most when I would grow sad.
Just begin to think about that gladness
And the day
When they shall tell us all about the way
That they have learned to do-
Heaven's pathways show.
My lost, my own, and I
Shall have so much to see together,
by and by.
I do believe that just the same sweet face,
But glorified, is waiting in the place
Where we shall me, if only I
Am counted worthy in that by and by.
I do believe that God will give me a sweet surprise
To tear-stained, saddened eyes,
And that His Heaven will be
Most glad, most tided through with joy for you and me
As we have suffered most.
God never made
Spirit for Spirit,
Answering shade for shade
And placed them side by side-
So wrought in one,
Though separate, mystified-
And meant to break,
The quivering threads between. When
We shall wake.
I am quite sure,
We will be very glad
That for a little while we were so sad.
The Daily Herald
{Chicago, Illinois
August 7 1925
The funeral of Mrs. Lila F. Kuhlber was held on the lawn of her home Wednesday afternoon, at 2:30, the Rev. J.A. Elerbrake giving the funeral sermon and reading the service. Under the most trying circumstances, and without brief notice, this kindly minister conducted the sacred rites in a most comforting and beautiful manner. The floral tributes were massive, and beautiful. Lying in her last couch of repose, banks of flowers from loving friends all about her, dear Lila was a very statue of repose. One of her selected friends, Rexford G. Volz, sang in a tender strong voice; "Beautiful Isle of Some where," "What a Friend we have in Jesus," accompanied by another friend Edward Elfeld.
The burial took place in Rose Hill cemetery, by the side of her father, where a sad group of sorrowing friends, waited to see the grave closed over her form. And the masses of flowers, banked above the graves of father and daughter, who in life meant so much to each other.
Lila Frances, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was born in Chicago, March 5, 1897. Was married to Harold E. Kuhlber, June 5, 1918, and died at her home in Arlington Heights, Sunday, August 2, 1925, at 4:30 a.m. She leaves to mourn her untimely death, besides her husband, to little ones, Harold Herbert, and Laura Frances Kuhlber, her mother, two sisters, two brothers, and three aunts, sisters of her fathers, cousins and other relatives, together with the hosts of loving friends. A Sketch of the life of Lila is given in connections with this data. The sympathy of the community is with those bereaved.
LIFE SKETCH--LILA ACKLEY KUHLBER
Birth, Marriage and death, are but punctuations on the pages of life history, the real deeps of experience are in between. Lila Frances Ackley, daughter of Mr.and Mrs. L.M. Ackley, was the pride and hope of her father's heart. Every advantage for her education and right development he sought
for her in preparation for life. The Carl Schurz high school, Bethany college, W. Va., the Art Institute and music school were all parts of her education, and well she entered into and assimulated the intellectual helps from each.
A bright capable student, a reasoning receptive mind, she entered into the depths of learning, and for her years was wonderfully informed. It was a joy to a book lover to discuss with Lila any new books, or work of Art. All her young life spent in schools equipped for the cares and burdens of household, and the little ones, that came so closely to her arms. Her love for these dear jewels, was greater than her strength to carry on. Taken out of her home environs in the city to her husband's isolated farm home in the east, loneliness and ill health broke her and it was while in a weakened condition the shock of her devoted father's cruel tragic death came to her. It was too much and from its terrible blow, she never completely rallied. It was his wish that she should come to the home he had provided for her here. He loved Arlington Heights, and to this place Lila clung with loyal love.
She had a loving heart and longed for the society of those of her own age, and tastes. She loved music, art and books, and best of all, her kind loving heart overflowed with love for her own. Handicapped by physical weakness and the care of her home and little ones, she seldom got out among people she so desired to meet. All too often she was lonely and alone. And those who would have appreciated her society, knew little of her genuine worth, and noble character.
Too brave to complain the encroachment of her fatal malady was not realized by those who loved her, until is was too late to snatch her from is hold.
In her last weeks of suffering her aunt, Mrs. Russell, with whom Lila's school and college years were spent, and on whose love and judgement Lila relied, came to be with her, and to tenderly care for her, even when long weeks wore on her not too robust strength.
Her mother was a constant and loving attendant on her every wish and need. Her sister, and companion, Miss Laura Ackley, went as on winged feet to carry out each wish, each message and even unexpressed thought of her darling Lila.
Her eldest sister, Mrs. Estelle Flodine, took her in her arms and soothed her as a baby. Mother, sisters, brothers and devoted aunts, with skilled nurses could not bring the beloved back to life and health.
Thoughts of her father and of little baby Eddie brightened her dreams. Out of her yearning mother heart, her eyes looked on her little son and baby Laura Frances. Such a hungry yearning look, never to be forgotten. During her illness many loving friends and neighbors kept her room with flowers. Of this Lila said, "I'm so glad they bring me flowers while I can see and enjoy them."
For four years Lila has been near the most intimately, and lovingly. I know her to be one of God's cherished little ones. Into His presence she will go trusting and unafraid.
Those who love her and must miss her here a while will be sad for their loss. Yet we should even in tears rejoice in her blessed release.
Summer breezes gently sighing
Lulled Lila to rest;
Let there be no tears or crying
You who love her best
On Youth's venture gaily flying
Went she forth to meet:
All her dear ideals be-lying
Pain and sore defeat
Let there be no sobs or glooming
Peace these flowers tell:
All about our Lila blooming
Flowers she loved so well
Peace and love, tendering signing
Lift your thoughts above.
Angel messengers are bringing
God's sweet peace and love
Not for Lila should we sorrow,
But that we must go
Into a many lonely morrow
We-who love her so.
Weep not, weep not for her going
Earth was so unkind
God, our Father, the all knowing
All her wounds, will bind
Our Lord Christ forbade our weeping
And his word that saith
"These Thy dead are only sleeping"
Shames our tears for death.
HE WILL GIVE THEM BACK AGAIN
We are quite sore
That He will give them back --
Bright, pure, beautiful.
We know He will but keep
Our own and His until they fall asleep
We know He does not mean
To break the strand reaching between
The here and there
He does not mean tho Heaven be fair
To change the Spirits entering There,
That they forget
The eyes upraised and wet
The lips too still for prayer,
The mute despair.
He will not take
The Spirits which He gave, and make
The glorified so new
That they are lost to me and you.
I do believe.
They will receive
Us-you and me-and be so glad,
To meet us that most when I would grow sad.
Just begin to think about that gladness
And the day
When they shall tell us all about the way
That they have learned to do-
Heaven's pathways show.
My lost, my own, and I
Shall have so much to see together,
by and by.
I do believe that just the same sweet face,
But glorified, is waiting in the place
Where we shall me, if only I
Am counted worthy in that by and by.
I do believe that God will give me a sweet surprise
To tear-stained, saddened eyes,
And that His Heaven will be
Most glad, most tided through with joy for you and me
As we have suffered most.
God never made
Spirit for Spirit,
Answering shade for shade
And placed them side by side-
So wrought in one,
Though separate, mystified-
And meant to break,
The quivering threads between. When
We shall wake.
I am quite sure,
We will be very glad
That for a little while we were so sad.
The Daily Herald
{Chicago, Illinois
August 7 1925
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