APPLEGATE, Water L. Walter Applegate, oldest son of Mr.and Mrs. J.E. Applegate, died at five o'clock Monday morning at the home of his parents on West Poplar street. His death brought to a close a long and unceasing fight against the ravages of tuberculosis and while he had been failing for several months and the family realized there was no hope for recovery, the end came so suddenly that it was a decided shock to friends and relatives. Funeral services were held at the residence Tuesday morning at ten o'clock and were conducted by Rev. J.H. Kirkpatrick. Burial was in the city cemetery. Walter Applegate was born July 18, 1887 at Lawrenceville, Ill. but his life was practically all spent in Rogers save that time while away at school or in the southwest for his health. Injured in the hip while a young boy he was a cripple most of his life but not enough to interfere with his school work or business career although it kept him out of many of the more active boyish sports. He graduated from Rogers Academy in 1904 and then went to St. Louis where two years were spent in a College of Pharmacy, from which he graduated with honors. Returning home he took an active place in the management of his father's drug store, where he had been spending much time for years. Just as he was really entering upon his business career in a manner that promised the very greatest success, it was discovered that he was afflicted with tuberculosis and was ordered at once to the Southwest and went to El Paso, Texas where he remained for several years. Discouraged at his failure to improve and yearning for home he returned to Rogers two years ago to take up the fight here. He gave his attention to the farm and if he had lived it is very certain that he would have made a greater success than his drug store career had promised. For a time he seemed to improve rapidly but then came backsets and since last summer it had been a losing fight. Few young men of Rogers have been more popular with all classes of people, old and young, than Walter Applegate. Without a single bad habit, always cheerful and polite, kind and courteous, he was a lovable young man and his untimely death is a great sorrow to the entire community. The writer had known him intimately for eighteen years and in all that time had never seen him angry, never heard him swear, never saw him say or do an unkind thing, and yet he was no molly-coddle, but a live, ambitious, dependable young fellow. Truly, "death loves a shining mark." [Rogers Democrat - Rogers, Benton County, Arkansas - September 9, 1915]