DEATH OF MRS. GEORGE F. AUSTIN
"Don't waste your time in longing - For bright, impossible things; - Don't sit supinely yearning - For the swiftness of angles wings; - Don't spurn to be a rushlight, - Because you are not a star - But brighten some bit of darkness - By shinning just where you are."
These lines seem singularly appropriate to the beautiful life of this beloved young woman, who contracted Spanish influenza at Camp McCellan while singing for the sick soldiers there, and died at her father's home in Keysville, Oct. 13th. As Theo Woodward she spent several years of her young girlhood in Waynesboro, where she attended the Academy, and where she also joined the Methodist church when quite a young girl. She graduated from LaGrange Female College, and soon after married Mr. George F. Austin, of Columbus, Ga. Having a beautifully trained voice of much sweetness, she used it for her Master's glory, and yeilded her young life as truly for her country as any soldier at the front. Entering heart and soul into her husband's work at the Y. M. C. A., she spared no pains to lighten the lives of the boys gathered there, and only left them to help nurse her father, who was ill at Keysville. Besides her husband two lovely little daughters, Dorothy and Frances, aged 6 and 4 years,are left motherless. She is also survived by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Woodward, three brothers, Messrs. Monroe, Ashley and Harry Woodward, and one sister, Mrs. Wm. W. McCathern, of this city. In her early twenties, the youngest of the family, and beloved of so many, it is hard to understand why God took her home, leaving desolate family and friends.
In the family cemetery at Keysville last Monday all that was mortal of lovable Theo Woodward Austin was tenderly laid to rest beneath a mass of fragrant blossoms, mute testimony of the loving esteem in which she was held.
The True Citizen, October 19, 1918
"Don't waste your time in longing - For bright, impossible things; - Don't sit supinely yearning - For the swiftness of angles wings; - Don't spurn to be a rushlight, - Because you are not a star - But brighten some bit of darkness - By shinning just where you are."
These lines seem singularly appropriate to the beautiful life of this beloved young woman, who contracted Spanish influenza at Camp McCellan while singing for the sick soldiers there, and died at her father's home in Keysville, Oct. 13th. As Theo Woodward she spent several years of her young girlhood in Waynesboro, where she attended the Academy, and where she also joined the Methodist church when quite a young girl. She graduated from LaGrange Female College, and soon after married Mr. George F. Austin, of Columbus, Ga. Having a beautifully trained voice of much sweetness, she used it for her Master's glory, and yeilded her young life as truly for her country as any soldier at the front. Entering heart and soul into her husband's work at the Y. M. C. A., she spared no pains to lighten the lives of the boys gathered there, and only left them to help nurse her father, who was ill at Keysville. Besides her husband two lovely little daughters, Dorothy and Frances, aged 6 and 4 years,are left motherless. She is also survived by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Woodward, three brothers, Messrs. Monroe, Ashley and Harry Woodward, and one sister, Mrs. Wm. W. McCathern, of this city. In her early twenties, the youngest of the family, and beloved of so many, it is hard to understand why God took her home, leaving desolate family and friends.
In the family cemetery at Keysville last Monday all that was mortal of lovable Theo Woodward Austin was tenderly laid to rest beneath a mass of fragrant blossoms, mute testimony of the loving esteem in which she was held.
The True Citizen, October 19, 1918
DEATH OF MRS. GEORGE F. AUSTIN
"Don't waste your time in longing - For bright, impossible things; - Don't sit supinely yearning - For the swiftness of angles wings; - Don't spurn to be a rushlight, - Because you are not a star - But brighten some bit of darkness - By shinning just where you are."
These lines seem singularly appropriate to the beautiful life of this beloved young woman, who contracted Spanish influenza at Camp McCellan while singing for the sick soldiers there, and died at her father's home in Keysville, Oct. 13th. As Theo Woodward she spent several years of her young girlhood in Waynesboro, where she attended the Academy, and where she also joined the Methodist church when quite a young girl. She graduated from LaGrange Female College, and soon after married Mr. George F. Austin, of Columbus, Ga. Having a beautifully trained voice of much sweetness, she used it for her Master's glory, and yeilded her young life as truly for her country as any soldier at the front. Entering heart and soul into her husband's work at the Y. M. C. A., she spared no pains to lighten the lives of the boys gathered there, and only left them to help nurse her father, who was ill at Keysville. Besides her husband two lovely little daughters, Dorothy and Frances, aged 6 and 4 years,are left motherless. She is also survived by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Woodward, three brothers, Messrs. Monroe, Ashley and Harry Woodward, and one sister, Mrs. Wm. W. McCathern, of this city. In her early twenties, the youngest of the family, and beloved of so many, it is hard to understand why God took her home, leaving desolate family and friends.
In the family cemetery at Keysville last Monday all that was mortal of lovable Theo Woodward Austin was tenderly laid to rest beneath a mass of fragrant blossoms, mute testimony of the loving esteem in which she was held.
The True Citizen, October 19, 1918
"Don't waste your time in longing - For bright, impossible things; - Don't sit supinely yearning - For the swiftness of angles wings; - Don't spurn to be a rushlight, - Because you are not a star - But brighten some bit of darkness - By shinning just where you are."
These lines seem singularly appropriate to the beautiful life of this beloved young woman, who contracted Spanish influenza at Camp McCellan while singing for the sick soldiers there, and died at her father's home in Keysville, Oct. 13th. As Theo Woodward she spent several years of her young girlhood in Waynesboro, where she attended the Academy, and where she also joined the Methodist church when quite a young girl. She graduated from LaGrange Female College, and soon after married Mr. George F. Austin, of Columbus, Ga. Having a beautifully trained voice of much sweetness, she used it for her Master's glory, and yeilded her young life as truly for her country as any soldier at the front. Entering heart and soul into her husband's work at the Y. M. C. A., she spared no pains to lighten the lives of the boys gathered there, and only left them to help nurse her father, who was ill at Keysville. Besides her husband two lovely little daughters, Dorothy and Frances, aged 6 and 4 years,are left motherless. She is also survived by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Woodward, three brothers, Messrs. Monroe, Ashley and Harry Woodward, and one sister, Mrs. Wm. W. McCathern, of this city. In her early twenties, the youngest of the family, and beloved of so many, it is hard to understand why God took her home, leaving desolate family and friends.
In the family cemetery at Keysville last Monday all that was mortal of lovable Theo Woodward Austin was tenderly laid to rest beneath a mass of fragrant blossoms, mute testimony of the loving esteem in which she was held.
The True Citizen, October 19, 1918
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