Scrapbook of the Ross and Brand Families

Primarily the family of JOSEPH C. BRAND (1810 — bef. 1905) and LAVINIA TALBOTT BRAND (05 Apr 1813 – 02 Nov 1905) From Urbana, Champaign County, Ohio

STORM — The Electrical fluid was on a frolic on Thursday night last. A violent thunder storm came up about 10 o’clock in the evening and disturbed the peace and quiet of the town, to such an extent that everybody left the streets and took to their houses.

Mr. Thomas Everete’s house, in the North West part of town, was struck by lightning and set on fire. The fire was soon extinguished. — Mr. Elijah Morris’ house was struck at the same time, and set on fire. But for the early hour of the night, both would have burned down. — A window in Mr. Robert Singleton’s house north of town, was knocked completely out, by another stroke of lightning. — The Eating House at the Depot, dept by John Hubbell, received its share of the lightning, which disturbed the dishes, tables, etc.; but the lightning was not strong enough to cut off the supplies.

Everything was so very pleasant, and our friends so happy around us at the time, that we hardly noticed a storm was raging. So, may it ever be, when the storms of life are raging all around the, that they, who commenced their new lives in a storm of happiness, may be as we were, forgetful it’s fury, fearless of its results, and happy in their own prosperity.

(Handwritten notes: By W. A. Brand, Thursday, June 28th, 1866.

For rains must fall and umber skies
Extend beneath the sun,
And wiling winds their plaintive sighs
In minor octaves run.

Miss M. Gosdrich (sp) Urbana- O.

Wendell Phillips at the City Hall Tonight.

It is seldom that cities of this size are favored with the opportunity of hearing so renowned an orator as Mr. Phillips. His lecture, “Lost Arts,” is said to be very fine, and those who wish to listen to a polished speaker, a scholar, and elocutions should not fail to hear Mr. Phillips.

Rev. David Warnock occupied the pulpit at Grace Church Sunday morning last, and Rev. E. D. Whitlock, of the William Street Church, Delaware, in the evening. Both preached excellent and acceptable sermons, as they always do. Pastor Spahr was badly disabled during the week with an attack of lumbago. (Handwritten, Aug, 1879)

The last Sabbath George Talbott, Secretary of Grace M.E. Sabbath school, rendered his report for the past year, which is spoken of as one of the best ever given. The report for which a vote of thanks was offered was substantially as follows: Scholars enrolled, 250; average attendance, 163; teachers enrolled, 23, average attendance 21 1/2; officers 5, average attendance 4 1/2; and an average of 33 visitors each Sabbath, making an average attendance of the school for the year of 221. Collections for the year $314.75; expenses, 286.94; balance on hand $27.81. There is an increase in the attendance of the school of 90, and in the collections of $130.00. We doubt if there is another school in the State than can show a more faithful set of officers and teachers than this school. (Handwritten: Jan 4th 1880)

The 18th Regulars at the Battle of Murfreesboro’

Twenty companies of this splendid regiment participated in the above battle. One year’s hard service had reduced them from two thousand to about eight hundred, in field service, in Rousseau’s brigade, composed of the 16th, 15th, 19th and 18th regulars. These disciplined troops were called upon as a forlorn hope for the stricken and sinking army, when utter defeat stared them in the face as a certainty. The position was imminent. The word was “Forward” On they moved, with the unbroken front and dauntless tread, square into the jaws of death. Victory must be wrested from despair; and like their noble brothers, the 4th regular cavalry, led by Gen Rosecrans in person, they moved to accomplish their mission. Look at their record; In this regiment the 18th along 1 field (?) and 13 officers of the line killed and wounded; of the rand and file 300 killed and wounded — nearly on-half the entire available force engaged. The 18th bore themselves like “veterans of the line,” and sealed, by their noble courage and heroic death, their attachment to their officers and their country. Lieut. Col. Shepherd commanding and Major Townsend were conspicuous for bravery and heroic daring; eagles of the battalion, their swoop was destruction to the rebel vultures attacked.

Victory at length perched upon the banners of our Union, due to the courage, fortitude and perseverance of our able General, supported by such troops as fought and won the blood field of Murfreesboro’, in whose ranks should be honorable mentions and perpetuated the United States Regulars, cavalry and infantry.

Choral Society Concert Next Monday Night

The programme of the second public concert of the Urbana Choral Society for the present season is below. It presents important selection in their order from the great masters of musical composition, Bach, Gluck, Sullivan and Wagner. These will be rendered by probably the largest chorus of trained singers that has ever been heard in Urbana. There are also a number of attractive sols parts.

I. Chorale – “A strong castle is our Lord.” Bach.

Martin Luthers Reformation Hymn

II. Tri – “Memory.” Leslie

III. Soprano Solo — “The Lost Chord.” Sullivan

IV. Chorus and Quartette from Alceste. Bluck

V. Soprano Solo — “Non Torns.” Mattei

VI. “Prisoner’s chorus and Quintette,” from Fidelio “Farewell though Warm and Sunny Beams.” Beethoven

VII. Duo — “Una Notte in Venezia” Lucantone

VIII. Piano Solo — Ballade in A Flat. Chopin

Miss Counts

XI Sextette from Lucia Donezetti

X Bridal Chorus “Guided by Thee.”

Male Chorus “Hail King Henry

From the Lohengrin Wagner

Tickets for the remaining two concerts 70 cents; single tickets 50 cents. Tickets for sale at Help’s Newsstand.

J. F. Brand, esq. our Frank of this city, has been elected Great Senior Sagamore of the great council of the Improved Order of Red Men of Ohio.

Miss Ella C. Taylor, of West Virginia, is visiting her brother, C. W. L. Taylor 84 Court street.

Friday, March 26, at Delaware, Ohio, a son to Rev. E. D. and Mary Whitlock, and grandson to Hon. Jos. C. Brand, of this city, (1880)


Leave Taking of a Venerable Building.

Last night the social and entertainment at the venerable old house opposite the City Hall was a grand success. It was largely attended. It was something more than a social. About 8 o’clock Rev. Vancleave offered prayer. Next came the Secretary’s (Mrs. Ella Ross) report, one of the most interesting papers of the kind we have listened to for a great while. The Treasurer, Mrs. Bunnell, mad her report, which detailed the several amounts taken at each social since the ladies formed their present organization, which amounted to $247.56 now on hand. The recitation of the little Miss Sadie Taylor, granddaughter of Mrs. Marchus, was indeed fine. She recited a poem which describes so pathetically, “Dollys’ Cracked Head.” Miss Nella Brown, it will be remembered recited it, Miss Sadie fell very little behind that lady in her recitation.

Then came the reading of a paper concerning the history of the old building in which the present social was being held, prepared for the occasion by Wm. Ross. Below we give a few extracts:

“Urban was laid out in 1805 by Col. Wm. Ward. He named the place from the word ‘urbanity.’ The two first settlers were the Clerk of the Court, Joseph C. Vance (Father of ex-Governor Vance) and Geo. Fithian, who opened the first tavern in a cabin now forming a part of the dwelling of Mrs. Thomas, on South Main street. Samnel McCord opened the first store in the same cabin in March, 1806, when Mr. Douglass Luce came to Urban in 1807, the town consisted of three cabins, one of these was situated on the lot near the factory, upon the old Moses B. Corwin’s house now stands. Another stood on the site of our City Hall, and remaining one, of course, was Mr. Fithean’s tavern, at which we are stopping a tonight.

“Mr. Joseph A. Reynolds moved to Urbana with his family in 1808. Soon after their settling here word was brought after dark one evening that the Indians were meditating a night attack on the town. Orders were instantly issued for all the families of the town to rally at Fithian’s tavern.(this building), as that being the largest and strongest building, afforded the best means of defense. So, the citizens in great alarm and confusion, hastily aroused their families, and through the darkness gathered them to await the furious onslaught of the savages. So, for one night this tavern was a fort. These fifteen or twenty families remained in the fort all night, but no Indians came. The alarm proved to be a false one, and entirely without foundation.

“Judge Patrick informs me that Mr. Fithian occupied this building as a tavern for probably eight or nine years, say from 1805 to 1813 or 1814. He then sold it to John Enoch (the father of our present Jno. Enoch). He kept the tavern in it for about a year, and then moved away from town. One Mr. Birdsley next occupied it also as a tavern. He remained in it about two years, (perhaps as much as three,) and with his occupancy the place ceased to be used as a public house. The Judge is unable to say who resided here after Mr. Birdsley’s time until Mr. Thomas bought the property. Doubtless there are those present to night who can fill the vacancy, and they are cordially invited to do so, and to give any reminiscences that may occur to their minds bearing upon any part of the old house’s history.

“Those of us who have lived in Urbana thirty years recollect the latest owners, and log residents of the place, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas,. Mr. Thomas in his little shop adjoining the dwelling part of the south, his dwelling strung with watches across the window, plying faithfully and industriously to his calling. Mrs. Thomas, the genial and hospitable woman, it seems like yesterday that they were here.

“This embraces all the items I have been able to gather as to the history of this old tavern, fort, school house, residence, shop, that is tonight entertaining us for perhaps the last time, and I respectfully submit.:”

The evening was highly enjoyed by all present. The refreshments were excellent. Vance’s band furnished the music. (1879)


In 1854, just a quarter of a century ago, the membership the First M.E. church became so large that it was thought advisable to divide the congregation. Accordingly between one hundred and fifty and two hundred formed a colony which has since been known as the Second church. A building committee consisting of J.W. Hitt, Hon. Ira A. Bean, and Hon Francis M Wright, was appointed and the next year the church, which the congregation now leaves, was completed, and made ready for them to occupy, and was dedicated by Bishop Thompson. The meeting of conference was still some months distant and the interval Rev. John T. Mitchell served the church as a temporary supply. When conference met, Rev. J. F. Chaltant was appointed to the regular charge, since which time the pulpit has been occupied as follows: 1857, J. C. Kingsley; 1859 J.J. Thompson; 1861 J.M Robinson; 1863 W. L. Hypes; 1865 L.F. Vancleve; 1868 J. F.Conrey; 1870 Charles Furgeson; 1873 George H. Dart; 1876 A. N. Spahr; all of whom are still living.

Last Sunday was the last Sabbath they were to spend in their old tabernacle and special exercises were appointed for the day. The Memorial Services in the evening were deeply interesting not only to all the members, but to the numerous friends who were present. The pastor read a history of the church and among other items in addition to those given above we include the contributions to benevolent objects, $7,875.00 and to pastors $20,500.00. When the new church was formed there were but 467 Methodists in the city, but since then, the number this church alone had doubled, while the same prosperity has doubtless followed the parent church.

Interesting remarks were made by Joshua Saxton, on “The Early History of the church.” Robert Outram, ‘Revivals of the church;” Mrs. Jos. C. Brand, “The women of the church;” C.F. Colwell, “The Choir,” L. B. Happersett and W. W. Wilson, “The Sunday School;” Levi Geiger, “The Pastors and the Dead of the church.” Rev. David Warnock followed with a few comments on the life of the church, “and when they had sung a hymn they went out” with full confidence that the glory of the latter house should be greater than the former and that the Lord of Hosts would give peace. (June 1879)

On Saturday last Col. Candy and Q.M. Sergt. Wm. R. Ross, of the 66th arrived at home. Col. Candy was severely injured in the thigh by a fall on Lookout Mountain, and is at present disabled for service. We hope he will soon be himself again. Sergt. Ross is out of the service, having been discharged on account of disability. He has been with the regiment from the start, and was a popular and efficient officer.

Grace Church Organ Concert

The organ concert at Grace M.E. church, which occurs on the evening of the 10th inst., and which is being looked forward to with anticipations of much pleasure, will fully gratify the same. Dr. Thomas Caulfied, who will be the organist for this occasion, is pronounced on of rate excellence, and the names of our home vocalists that appear on the programme, is a guarantee of fine singing. The names of Miss Eichelberger and Miss Baxter alone, on a programme, are sufficient to draw large numbers of lovers of music, while the added attractions of the organist, Dr. T. N. Caulfied, and the grand chorus promised on this occasions, makes the following an extraordinarily attractive programme:

First Part.

Organ Solo — Fantasie Bert

Showing solo stops and full power of the instruments — Dr. Thomas N. Caulfied.

Full Chorus — Athem “Joehovah’s Praise” — White

Quartette — “Like as a Father Pitieth his Child.’

Trio — “Down by the Living Waters.”

Solo — “nearer my God to Thee.” Miss Baxter

Organ Solo — Prelude and Fugue in G Bach --Dr. Thomas N. Caulfield

Presentation of Organ to the Trustees of Grace M. E. Church

Part Second

Organ Solo Walter Small


Solo Miss Eichelberger

Organ Solo – “National Airs” Dr. T. N. Caulfield

Full Chorus – ‘Hallelujah” Handel

Admission 25 cents; reserved seats, 50 cents. Doors open 7 o’clock p.m.; concert will commence promptly at 8.

Opening of the Parlors of Grace Church

The elegant basement of Grace M.E. Church was opened with a social, Thursday evening, which proved to be the largest church social that has yet been held in Urbana, the ladies netting in the neighborhood of $125. This opening was none the less a success socially than financially, all partaking of the spirit of genuine enjoyment that very rarely pervades an assemblage under the somber shades of the sanctuary. We cannot refrain from briefly mention the most perfect and inviting arrangements of the basement of Grace church. On passing through the first door, the visitor enters a neatly furnished reception room, leaving which you pass through a hall and then into the fine large L shaped dining room, which could not have appeared to better advantage than on this occasion. The bales were exquisitely arranged, and bore an extensive variety of the most delicious dainties, there being thirty varieties of cakes on the different tables. The ladies also have a complete culinary department, with all necessary table-ware and cooking utensils and two large ranges, indicating plainly the result of the indefatigable industry of the ladies of this church society. The fine dining room has permanent fixtures that would grace any household, including fine lace curtains for the windows.

The social was made up of the good people of the various denominations of this city, the First M.E. and Presbyterian congregations especially being largely represented.

Second Public Concert

Of the Urbana Choral Society — Exquisite Renderings Before a Meagre Audience

The supposition of one would naturally be, upon picking up a programme and glancing over the classical selections that the Choral Society rendered at their concert Monday evening, that, with the acknowledged refined musical taste of Urbana, its people would turn out in large numbers to do honor to the home talent of which they might justly feel a conscious pride. But such did not prove to the case on Monday evening, and the efforts of our best musical instructors and most apt and talented pupils, were accorded an expression of appreciation only to the extent of not a half house. But the soloists and all the members of the society were apparently unmindful of this lack of merited appreciation, and could not have acquitted themselves with greater credit if the hall had overflowed with the most appreciative auditors.

The choruses were all finely rendered, giving evidence of the thorough training Prof. Sewall has given the members of the Choral;

The Bridal Chorus, “Guided by Us and the male Chorus, “Hail Kink Henry,” for the opera of Lohenrin, by Wagner, were most perfectly rendered and probably aroused the audience to a keener sense of the merit of the concert than any one of the other choruses on the programme.

The trio, “Memory,” was exquisitely rendered by Profs. Sewall and Moses, and Mrs. Smith.

The soprano solo, “The lost Chord,” one of Sullivan’s most entrancing inspirations, was sweetly and in a cultured manner, sang by Mrs. Hubbell, who was warmly applauded.

In the chorus and quartette from Alceste, by Gluck, the quartette was admirably sustained by Miss Hitt, Mrs. Cabell, Prof. Moses and Mr. Alex. Duncan

Decidedly the most pleasing feature of the concert was the soprano solo by Miss Eichelberger, “Non Torno,” by Mattei. This selection could not have been rendered by any one possessing a less powerful and full voice than Miss Eichelberger, with such pleasing effect. At its conclusion, the audience were not quieted until that lady had sang another selection of almost equal merit, and which was equally as well rendered as the first. When she retired amid the enthusiastic expression of appreciation that is elicited by her every appearance before an Urbana audience.

“Uno Notte in Venezi,” by Lucantoni, a duo by Mrs. Hattie Read and Mr. Henry Helps, met, as its rendering merited an approbation of the audience by a good round of applause.

Miss Counts being unable to appear, her place on the programme was most acceptably supplied by Miss McLain, who is a pianist of rare accomplishment’s

The concert, as a whole, was a most excellent entertainment, and though the audience was small, it was one upon which the artistic rendering of classical selections from the first authors was not lost.

Hon. J. C. Brand was sworn in and assumed the duties of mayor today. (Apr 12, 1851)

Tornado at Urbana Fifty Years Ago This Day

Monday, March 22d, 1830, was to the people of Urbana, on of the most memorable epochs in her history. It was mild and pleasant in the early part of the day, but at about 10 or 11 o’clock it began to haze with fitful southwestern breezes, with alternate sunshine and flitting clouds, until about 1 o’clock p.m., I will now say, when a small, black, dense cloud could be seen low down in the southwestern horizon, which gradually ascended and rapidly approached at a seeming angle of about 30 degrees. Spectators were attracted by its marked singularity in many respects. It moved, enlarged, and expanded in quick daring swoops and zigzag gyrations, up, down, and horizontally, with quick, whirling evolutions, and seemed to emit dazzling, bright electrical scintillations, producing the most gaudy fringe-work of which humanity can conceive. As it neared, for a few movements, all nature seemed to be hushed — not a ripple of air could be felt. The heavens seemed to hang out a dark pall, and all seemed to be immersed in one general gloom. When suddenly the scene changed from a death like silence and breathless calm, to a most terrific and appalling spectacle. The whole heavens were in tumultuous commotion. The storm King, in awful grandeur, rode majestically wrapt in his could panoply to the music of the screeching, howling, and horrific roar of the elements, bearing up in his track in med air trees, fence, rails, lumber, shingles, gates, hay stacks and all manner of debris as trophies of his vast and mighty power, in the demolition of natures garniture and the results of man’s labor.

The awful sublimity of the scene can not be impressed upon the mind of any who did not witness it. And in much less time than the above can be read, the hole force of the tornado darted down like forked lightning upon the town, picking up and demolishing a small brick building, on the northeast corner of John A. Mosgrove’s homestead lot, then occupied by a Richard Baker; unroofing the Luce house, now owned and occupied by Ales. McBeth, on the corner of Miami and High street; then with one concentrated swoop dipped into the town branch, in the present foundry yard, clearing out all the water and sediment in its wake; then ascending, whirled J. B. Eaker’s frame house, standing near the front yard of J.M. Gardner, unroofing a log house of old James Hulse that then stood in the rear of the present Lutheran church, destroying all the stables in the vicinity. Then as it imbued with mercy, the cloud leaped over without doing injury to two or three small frames near where Col. Johnson lived a short time since, occupied by Johnathan E. Chaplin and others and then darting down demolished in front a pillared street market house; then taking up a hip roofed and nearly finished, steepled and hip roofed brick Presbyterian church, on the present site of the court house; crumbling it to its foundation, carrying the steeple and other timbers long distances, some of which were hurled through the gables of the J.H. Patrick’s present residence, which ad then lately been built by M. L. Lewis, a former newspaper editor, and other timbers striking the building, now known as the Hamilton house, leaving the foot prints to this day, then with a bound this last named house, and what is known as the Glessner corner, were partially unroofed, and throwing down a part of the brick walls, from which two carpenters were only saved by crouching under their work bench, which saved them from bang crushed with the brick and mortar, unroofing at the same time the house then owned by Joseph Reppart, now owned I believe by A. C. Jennings, immediately north of the Hamilton house.

Then, in its wild freak, the tornado seemed to server itself, and part of it struck and unroofed a log house, then owned and occupied by William Downs, (mason), drawing or rather sucking out the north all form its solid corners of the old brick M. E. Church, (now owned by W. H. Ganson, I believe) evidently caused by a vacuum, produced by the action of the storm, and laid it out in a straight line, without even separating the masonry to any considerable extent.

The other segment of the tornado struck the house of Rolin J Harey, near the residence of Captain Bresman and prostrated it to the ground. Then it whirled into fragments in a new frame house, then occupied by George Bell, (school teacher,) a little east of the present residence of Doctor Houston. Would to god it were only necessary to record the demolition of property, but oh no; the controlling spirit of the storm transformed itself into an angel of death, and singled four innocent, beautiful and interesting children at this point, one a little infant, as victims to the dark domain, and clutched them as additional trophies, in the retinue of the storm King, carrying their lifeless bodies immense distances in mid air; and not content with this sacrifice hurled the mother several rods, maiming her for life, and at the same time greatly injured a little girl who happened to be at the house, and who is now a respectable lady of this city, and who carries the evidences of it to this day. Here the two segments of the storm again coalesced; leaving the residence of Jerry Mthis untouched which stood in the present front yard of Mayer Deuel, and next picked up the brick residence of Charles Mathis on the spot where Mrs. West now lives and crumbled it to the lower floor, leaving Mrs. Mathis sitting with a child in her arms, surrounded with the complete wreck of the house, uninjured and unscathed, as a seeming atonement for the work of death at the last point of attack, and then veered north and demolished the oil mill of Jonn Mathis, demolishing his whole stock of castor beans, etc.

At this point the tornado left our town, pursing its tumbling, pitching swooping course through the Ryan woods taking in the site of the present high school building, hurling, twisting, uprooting the largest trees; on, yet on it speed, ascending and descending, touching the earth here and there, at unequal distances, clearing a track of some 15 rods wide where it came in contact through the State of Ohio, nearly destroying a small town in Richland county, reaching a small town in north eastern Pennsylvania at about 5 o’clock the same afternoon, at the unparalled speed of about 100 miles per hour.

You need not tell me gentle reader, that my effort is a failure; I know it. I feel it, but console myself with the reflection, that no uninspired pen, however ably wielded, can do justice to such a subject. I have failed to catalogue all the destruction in the town; some thirty buildings, including stables, etc., were either partially or totally demolished in the wake of the storm, besides many chimneys and other fixtures in other parts of the town. I might here extend many diversified incidents some very sad, some mirthful, some indeed laughingly ludicrous but will forbear, and will close by saying that immediately after the catastrophe, the citizens of the town and many from the country, met with the council of which the author had the honor of being of the members, and immediately inaugurated measures of relief to the sufferers, and early next morning, marshaled under chosen leaders, commenced the reconstruction of the buildings that the havoc of the storm had demolished. Merchants, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, hatters, tinners, saddlers, wheel wrights, tanners, pump makers, potters, gunsmiths, cabinetmakers, brick masons, and indeed, all classes were metamorphosed into carpenters, plasterers, brick masons, and those who could not labor, furnished means necessary, such a lumber, shingles, nails, glass, cash etc. In addition to contributions from our own citizens, the people of Dayton and some other places contributed and placed in the hands of the town council handsome sums of money for distribution; all the unfortunate families were again provided with new homes and many indeed in less than a month were in better condition than before the storm; thus order and comfort were restored by united effort.

Now Mr. Editor, if I should be charged with a plagiarism by the readers of Antrems’s history of Champaign and Logan counties, you may say to them that I acknowledge the fact that his article is largely drawn from that book, but I have corrected or tried to correct some of its errors; but the better defense I have, is, although I have drawn largely, I claim that is a principle in law, that a man cannot commit a theft upon his own pocketbook, if he is honestly the owner of its contents; and as I claim to be the author of the article ten years ago in that work, I have a right to use if I can better it, and not be chargeable with a literary theft. I will here close by saying that the anniversary of the storm came on this same day of the week that it occurred, and if any of your young readers will ask me what day of the week will be its centennial anniversary, I will answer by saying it will be on Monday, and if they will call on me I can give them a short rule that never fails in making such a calculation.

William Patrick

Urbana, March 22, 1880

W. C. Happersett resigned his position Saturday evening as leader of the choir of Grace M. E. Church, and Mr. W. A. Ross was elected to supply the vacancy occasioned by his resignation.

William A. Brand Post G. A. R.

The William A. Brand Post No. 98 of the Grand Army of the Republic was organized in Urbana on Friday evening by Col. Brown of Toledo, with the following officers: J.T. Mitchell, Commander; Thomas McConnell, Senior Vice Commander; T.T. Brand, Junior Vice Commander; T.G. Keller, Adjutant; A.F. Vance, Jr., Quartermaster; B.F. Ganson, Officer of the Day. The Society of the Grand Army of the Republic is a secret one, designed for permanently holding the veterans together as a body.

John Ross is one of the most elegant scribes in the south ward school.

Milo G. Williams, formerly President of the Urbana University, died at his residence in this city yesterday morning. He was widely known as an educator, was at one time a teacher in Cincinnati (where he married into the Loring family), afterward in Dayton and Springfield, and about 1850 came in this city and assisted in the organization of Urbana University, occupying for many years a Professor’s chair and the position of President. He was held in high esteem here because of this sterling integrity, scholarly mind, and firm social qualities. Though for several years he has been retired from active life, he retained his place in the minds of people and will be missed.

Prominent Physician Dead

Dr. Francis Carter, dean of the faculty of Starling Medical College, died at his residence in this city last evening. Dr. Carter had been connected with the college since its foundation in 1848, and had been engaged in the practice of medicine in the Capital city over forty years. He was an eminently successful physician and a gentleman of splendid literary, attainments, having graduated at the celebrated University of Dublin, Ireland.

Apropos of the State Fair, Mayor Brand took the first premium on apples at the first State Fair, held in Cincinnati 32 years ago.

Death at the Reputed Age of 125

Special Dispatch to the Cincinnati Gazette

Urbana, O. March 25 — One of the most remarkable men that we have ever heard of is James Gales, an old colored man, who died at the home of his daughter, southeast of this city, today. Various ages are put upon his life, but the most reliable is that of the Census Supervisor, who claims to have come across papers while taking the census that bring his age reliably at 125 years. He has been in this county for more than 50 years, and at the time of his arrival here had children that were old men and women. He has been married three times and the last time he was married in the public highway by Esquire Vance. Until within the last two or three years he has never been forced to use a cane. It is claimed by some that he could read without the use of glasses, but this is a mistake, as he never could read. It is claimed that he was the oldest man in Ohio, if the United States. Another remarkable incident is that he never was servant to Washington.

The Ward brothers have been among us for several weeks and I wish it were possible that they could both spend the greater part of their time among their old and best friends. J. Quincy Ward is one of the leading sculptors of the world, and I have read with increasing interest all the accounts of his various triumphs which the Citizen has faithfully described. His fame is world wide and enviable. His brother Ed is scarcely behind him as a painter, but genius, and fame and greatness have spoiled neither. True greatness itself, and it is here illustrated at home. Both are the same genial, plain, jovial, unassuming men of years ago who affect old friends so pleasantly, and of whom new acquaintances say “I shall always know you.”

Col. James’ Old Horse

The following appeared in the Columbus Journal a few weeks ago


A very old and remarkable horse, the property of Colonel John H. James, of Urbana, Ohio, has recently died. The intelligence of this horse surpassed anything I have ever known and was quite equal to any well authenticated case I have ever read of.

Old Bonny, like most intelligent people, had decided ideas of his own. One amusing instance of this was a dislike to being hitched, and when this feeling was disregarded, he would deliberately break his halter and then stand half a day by the hitching post. He was never subjected to that accident producing barbarism of blinds, but used his eyes freely to see what was going on behind as well as around and before him. He would stand quietly and look back at the buggy until whoever was getting in was seated, and then would start. He had a different gait for nearly every person that drove him. With those in the habit of going fast he would start of briskly without being urged. With children (for everyone was allowed to drive old Bonny who could sit on the seat and hold the lines) his deliberate and careful movements showed that he considered himself responsible for their safety. When they attempted to urge him with the whip I have seen him look round at them a hundred times with a look that said as plain as words, “Children, I understand this business better than you do,” and if they still persisted he would give a kind of impatient kick, though scarcely raising his foot from the ground, but go faster he would not.

With the colonel he had a kind of dog trot, and it took a vigorous application of the whip to make him change it. When the colonel was in his office old Bonny, though never hitched, stood at his hitching post in front, unless the sun or flies became troublesome, when he would go round the corner and through a narrow lane into the back lot, but could be found in one place or the other, except on a few occasions, becoming impatient at the unusual delay he went home alone. At noon he would go up to the steps and when the buggy was unloaded and all the packages taken out he would go to his box under a tree and wait for his dinner, while at night he would go with equal regularity and alone to the stable. Bonny could turn a buggy wherever is could be turned, and his skill and deliberation in turning in a narrow place or in extricating himself from the entanglement of other vehicles, has often been watched and wondered at by the bystanders. He would turn one way until the wheels were too much cramped or he was in danger of hitting something, and then turn the other way and back or start up, as might be necessary, always watching the movements of his own buggy and of anything that might be in the way. If his master got out he would wait for him, and if he walked Bonny would follow him all about town, stopping when he stopped and starting when he started.

Bonny undoubtedly came to distinguish Sunday from other days. Whether this was from the ringing of the church bells or from the later hour he was wanted, or from the direct influx of that wisdom that teaches the sparrow to fly, on Sunday, without the raising of a line, he would turn to the right and go to church, while on work days he would turn to the left and go down town. One of his last exploits was one of his most remarkable. He had lost two shoes and his feet had become a little sore. Pat, the stable boy, who had long believed that Bonny knew more than many men, took two shoes, tied them together with a string, shook them before his face, and hung them across his neck and then started him off alone, and he went four blocks, turning two corners to Ed Hill’s blacksmith shop, where he had been shod for twenty years and after the shoes were put on went home alone. I am assured of the truth of this, boty the stable boy and by Mr. Hill, who had for twenty years watched and wondered at his wonderful sagacity. Since his last exploit, I have no doubt Mr. Hill would freely and conscientiously make oath that old Bonny knew more that half of his human customers. Now the Urbana Union informs us that old Bonny’s feet have, for the last time, been iron shod to fit them for the rough ways of this rough world.

If, as we sometimes hope, and half believe, it is a part of the plan of that wisdom which watches the falling sparrow, that animal life, with its wonderful instincts, and sometimes with its wonderful intelligence, shall reappear on the other side of the curtain that separates this world of matter and shadows and death from the world of substance and spirit and life, there can be no doubt on which side of the great gulf which separates the habitually well disposed and useful from the habitually evil disposed and useless, old Bonny will appear.

Henry T. Niles

A.P. Ross and John R. Ross, are visiting the family of W. J. Davies in Chicago, Illinois.

John Brand was married to Miss Hattie Wright, of Bellefontaine, last night. (Aug.)



The word neighbor is a good old Anglo-Saxon word. Noah Webster says it is formed from neh, nigh, and gebwe, a farmer. Joseph Emerson Worcester says is from neah, near, and bwe, a dwelling. A neighborhood is a company of neighbors — the inhabitants of a country who live near each other. Nations are formed from neighborhoods. This nation may be compared to a vast tree, to an evergreen — a live oak, for example. The several states that are the great stems which shoot forth from the giant trunk; the branches fastened to those stems may be likened to counties; the twigs attached to these branches represent the subdivisions styled townships; and the countless number of leaves represent neighborhoods. The leaves are the important organs which elaborate or assimilate the crude sap of the tree — neighborhoods are the life of the Nation.

Neighborhoods are so interlocked or interfaced that it is impossible to decide where one ends and another begins. Their boundaries are therefore indefinable. The mill, the schoolhouse and the church, are the fundamental points around which neighborhoods cluster. They may be regarded as the foundation stones of all well regulated neighborhoods. Man has three fold nature. He should be educated physically and intellectually and religiously. He needs food for his body, his intellect, and his soul. Hence the enterprising, intelligent, and Christian pioneers of every country, as soon as they have secured shelter for their families and their stock, build the mill, the schoolhouse and the church. The progressive development of the citizens of a neighborhood from the rough forest life of the past to the condition of the present, exhibits a picture as instructive as it is interesting. I will endeavor, Deo volente, in a few letters, to give, with the permission of the editor of this Gazette, history of that part of Union township which has been known for forty nine years as the “Mount Pisgah Neighborhood.” I will commence with the first years of the present century, when a few families residing in the mountainous regions of Virginia having heard of the beautiful and fertile district styled the “Miami Country” determined to leave the land of their childhood — its rocks and rills — to make themselves homes in the uncultivated wilderness. The history of every life worth chronicling is a history of persistent toil and long enduring patience. These men an women, with a sturdy energy and an indomitable perseverance peculiarly their own, pressed forward not knowing exactly where or when their journey would terminate; but they sent up their fervent prayers to the Being who shapes the fortunes of mankind, that His hand might guide and his blessings attend them.

“There was woman’s fresh eye

Lit by her deep love’s truth

There was manhood’s brow serenely high

And the fiery heart of youth”

In a few weeks they found themselves in the noble and marvelously fertile valley watered by Buckcreek and its minute branches. This valley and the hills bordering thereon were singularly attractive to these pioneers of civilization. So their journey westward ended. Amid the grand solitude of the primitive forests they sang “their hymns of lofty cheer.” In this valley and on these gently sloping hills which presented few obstacles to cultivation, they built their log cabins. Here they dwelt in happiness. The soil was prepared to furnish all the productions needed for their sustenance. They would became known as industrious, honest, and intelligent community. The storms of war severed but to strengthen them, and by the long sunshine of peace they were nurtured. The recognized the fact that if there were no wars, mankind would not properly appreciate the blessings of peace; that without poverty, wealth would lose much of its value; and without darkens, light would become a monotonous superfluity. When they were surrounded by circumstances the most disheartening, the deep faith in their souls heard the should of coming deliverance. Those first settlers have all passed away; but they have left behind them the memory of their simple virtues.


December 10, 1880



Although its boundaries cannot be determined with precision, yet we will assume they are as follows: It is bounded north by the Mechanicsburg pike, east by a line drawn southward from Mutual, south by a line drawn eastward from Powhattan, and west to the township line. Its northeast corner nestles in the arms of Mutual, and the southwest corner is protected by the friendly tribes of Powhattan. First in the annals of this neighborhood appear the surnames Runyan, McLain, Lafferty, Minturn, Jones, Clark, Robinson, Reid, Ward, Baker, Hedges, and Garber.

The first settlement was made in 1802 by John Runyan and Joseph McLain. They were born in New Jersey. After the close of the Revolution they removed from thence of the State of Virginia. In 1802 they journeyed with their families to Ohio and settled east of the perennial springs which form the source of Buckcreek. John Runyan build his cabin south of what is no the residence of his grandson, John H. Runyan. Joseph McLain build a double cabin a few rods northeast of the spot now occupied by the brick residence of his son, James A. McLain. Here these two men passed the autumnal season of their lives wit htheir families — and they will be remembered as men of great worth.

John Lafferty was born June 8, 1778, near Shepherdstown, Jefferson county, Virginia, on the west bank of the Potomac, about nine miles east of Martinsburg. John Lafferty and Sarah Osborn were married Sept. 9. 1800. In 1801, this young couple set out to make themselves a home in Ohio. They settled first near Waynesville, on the Little Miami, about 18 miles southeast of Dayton. In the spring of 1803, they removed northward to the source of Buckcreek. During the spring and summer of that year they lived near what is now the residence of Samuel Cheney. Lafferty raised his first crop of corn on John Runyan’s farm, and built a log cabin north of what is now the residence of George Wolfe, of Mutual. The Mechanicsburg pike passes over the spot where his cabin stood. His son Thomas was born there in November, 1803. This was the first preaching place for the Methodists in that vicinity. In this log house the neighbors assembled to worship “the Judge of all the earth.” A larger and much better house of hewn logs was, years afterward, build a few rods south of the old house, and the people continued to worship there until several years had elapsed after the death of Mr. Lafferty. He died May 18, 1822. “Sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, he approached his grave like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”

Jacob Minturn and Jones were born in New Jersey about the middle of the last century. During the first years of our Republic they migrated to Northern Virginia. Jacob Minturn had four sons, names: Barton, Allen, Bunnel and George. The names of Mrs. Jone’s children were as follows — Abram, Justus, Daniel, Hannah and Esther. Barton Minturn and Hannah Jones were married in Virginia. Early in the spring of 1802 all of the Minturns and Jones named above journeyed with their teams westward to the Ohio river, embarked on a flat boat, and floated down the river as far as Cincinnati, then a town of one thousand inhabitants. They stopped about 28 miles north of Cincinnati at what is now Monroe, in Butler county. There they adjourned until the spring of 1804, when they proceeded northward to the ridges bordering on Buckcreek.

Jacob Minturn, assisted by his robust boys, built a comfortable log house a few rods directly east of what is now the residence of Mrs. Mary Jones. Here they planted an apple orchard, and some of the trees are standing to this day. I venture to assert there are a few trees in the State of Ohio so gigantic. In November, 1876, a letter was published in this Gazette which gave the dimensions of the trunks and main branches of two of these trees.

Barton Minturn, with the help of his father and brothers, built a log cabin a few rods southeast of the brick house which he built about 20 years afterward. His wife, Hannah, died Sept. 29, 1806, and was buried in the graveyard on the farm now owned by his son, Edward Minturn. In that private burying ground repose the ashes of Jacob Minturn, who died Feb. 8, 1817, aged 63 years. Barton Minturn’s second wife was Esther Jones, a sister of his first wife. She died July 30, 1849, and was buried in the Mt. Pisgah churchyard. About five years after her death he removed to Urbana, where he lived a few years and then passed away with the sunset sky of life gilded with a sense of duty well done.

Abram Jones and his wife Nancy, first settled on the land now owned by “Aunt” Ary Paul. Their son John was born there Nov. 12, 1804. In 1804 they removed to the farm now owned by Samuel Barnett and built a log house for a residence. The land then belonged to the United States. Abram Jones died Oct 11, 1809, leaving a widow with three small children. One of the children died soon after the death of its father. The widow bravely struggled along, with her children to care for, and succeeded in making the payments on the farm as they became due; and finally received through the Land Office the patent issued from the Department of State and signed by the President.

Justus Jones settled on the farm lately owned by his son-in-law, Rezin C. Wilson, deceased. He built a log cabin which stands to this day in the edge of the orchard, a few rods south of the brick mansion built by Rezin C. Wilson in 1840. For many years Justus Jones held the office of Justice of the Peace and before the church was build his house was a place of worship for the Methodists. The Methodists of the neighborhood were formed into two bands or classes. John Lafferty was the leader of the northern band, and Justus Jones the leader of the southern band. John Lafferty died in 1822, as before stated, and William Hendin became his successor as class leader. Justus Jones and his wife died nearly fifty years ago in that old log house which stands by the old apple trees on the hill — a relic of a past age “to sentinel enchanted ground.” The winds of winter which pass through its gaping sides sigh a requiem for the departed ones who “long years ago in the good old times” assembled to pay divine honors to the Supreme Being.

Daniel Jones settled on the farm now owned by Edward Minturn. He and his wife died there and were buried in that family burying ground herein before mentioned.

John Clark settled on land immediately south of Jacob Minturn. The old house is yet standing and is about a quarter of a mile south of the brick residence of Mrs. Mary Jones. John Clark’s son Stephen was born there about 1806. Stephen married Hannah, the daughter of Jacob Minturn; and about 1830 he purchased the farm now owned by Samuel Barnett, and resided there nearly thirty years. His wife, Hannah, died Oct. 28, 1855, aged 49 years and 5 months. She was buried at Mt. Pisgah.

Allen Minturn and his wife, Rebecca lived for several years on the land which lies northwest of Mt. Pisgah. He then removed about half a mile eastward to the farm first settled by John Clark. He died there April 1, 1855, aged 72 years, 2 months, and 4 days. His body rests at Mt. Pisgah/

Bunnell Minturn married the widow of Abram Jones. He purchased his father’s farm and there he resided until the day of his death. His wife died August 23, 1847, aged 67 years, 6 months, and 14 days. He died January 25, 1868 after

“Seventy winters and six had shed

Their snowy glories on his head.”

He is now with his brothers on “the sunny banks of eternal deliverance”; and we will breath a prayer that these “poor little hearts of ours” may be so controlled by the Being who rules over the destinies of Individuals that we shall be prepared to meet the innumerable company that John saw, including the old pioneers of Mt. Pisgah neighborhood.

George Minturn successively resided on the Pretty Prairie, in Mechanicsburg, in Columbus, in Lima, on the Darby Plains and in this neighborhood. He removed to Iowa about 28 years ago. He returned in 1864 on a visit, and died, during the summer of that year, on the farm where his father had settled just 60 years before.

The longer we live, the more we are impressed with the fact that human lives are in an inextricable tangle, and their influence, each on the other, is inexorable.

December 20, 1880 R.



Daniel Baker, a native of New Jersey, came here with the Minturn’s and Joneses. In 1805 he built his modest cabin back in the silent woods among the squirrels. His farm was northeast of and adjacent to the farm of his wife’s brother, Justus Jones. In 1831 he sold 154 acres of the northern part to James Reid; and a few years later, he sold the main body of his farm to William S. Taylor and removed from the neighborhood. Taylor, in 1855 sold the farm to present owner, Frederick Michael; and in 1855 removed to Urbana, where he died soon afterward. (handwritten notes: underlined: later, he sold the main body of his farm to William S. Taylor; 1855 dates changed to 1854; “X” by name William S. Taylor, note at bottom of page Father of Ella L(T) Ross).

He was the father of Lucien Taylor, for many years our county surveyor. I seldom feel inclined to panegyrize, but right here I desire to say of William S. Taylor, that he was one whose modest deportment and strict integrity of character, endeared him to all who knew him. During the many years passed in this neighborhood he had so endeared himself to us by the integrity of character, the urbanity of his manner, the friendly sympathy and active kindness of his nature, and his uniform deportment as a true and modest Christian, that we felt, one and all, when he entered the eternity of rest, that in losing him we had lost not only a most estimable companion, but a friend and brother who loved his fellow man.

Next in the list of the names of those men faithful and true, silent and few,--those brawny armed men who cut the white oak forests and hewed away for those to come after — appears the name of William Paul. He was born in Virginia. In 1802 he came here and settled on a large tract of land lying east of Buck Creek and south of Joseph McLain’s farm. He gave each of his children a farm. Many years ago, all, except Ary, sold their land and removed to the west.

About the year 1808 Abijah Ward settled on the land afterwards owned by William Vance and now owned by John Kirby. He reared a large family of children and build the house, near the mouth of Dugan, which was for a long period the residence of William Vance.

Richard Ward and his brother John settled on the northwest quarter of section 32. John build his cabin near the south line of the quarter on the west bank of the pond known by the obstreperous schoolboys of the past generation as the Fulton pond. — About the year 1813 John sold his part (60 acres) to Richard, and his cabin was revised and transformed into a school house, where for a short period the children of that vicinity were taught. Of this school I will write hereafter. Richard Ward, in 1828, sold the farm to Thomas Hatton, a native of Ireland. About 1835 Hatton sold to Joseph C. Brand, and about 1844 Brand sold to David P. Fulton.

I am to give a chronological order, a concise and unadorned narrative of events and I discover at the outset the disadvantage of not having a memory like a sponge---able to retain everything. James Reid was born near Martinsburg, Berkeley county, Va., Mary 28 1785. In the fall of 1810 James Reid, his wife Christiana, and their children, Catherine and William R., in company with James Robinson, his wife Rachel, and their son Joseph with his wife Eve and their three children, emigrated from Berkley county, Va., and settled in this neighborhood. James Robinson and his son Joseph built their house near Buck Creek, on the farm lately owned by John McCreary, deceased. He bought a large tract of land, including the northeast quarter of section 32 and the farm now owned by the widow of Jacob Conklyn, deceased. Not far from Robinson’s dwelling a saw mill stood, which years ago became dilapidated and is now in ruins. James Reid run the saw mill for about one year. During that year his family lived in a small house close by. His son, Robert S. Reid, was born there Nov. 1, 1811. The same year James Reid built a log cabin near the south line of the southwest quarter of section 32. In 1812 he moved into the cabin, and late in the autumn of that year he entered the army and served 6 months. His wife Christiana, died June 30, 1820, ad was buried in the Buck Creek graveyard. In 1853 he sold his farm to his son, Robert S. On March 1, 1854, his second wife, Martha M. died and was buried at Mt. Pisgah. In 1855 he removed to Urbana, where he died Feb 11, 1857, and was buried at Mt. Pisgah.

“It is well to look back with pride and boast,

It is well to look ahead;

The past is all in a dream at most,

The future is life instead;

And standing unmoved at your duty’s post

Is truthfully praising the dead”

I will now give a history of the first gristmill. It was build about one third of a mile n.n.w of the Mt. Pisgah school house by a man surnamed Hais. He cut a ditch up through Dugan prairie to furnish water power, but it failed. The mill was then purchased by Joseph Robinson and hauled down to Buck Creek, where water never fails. This was for many years known as ”Robinson’s Mill” James Robinson sold the northeast quarter of section 32 to Seaton Hedges, who lived there a few years and then removed to the Pretty Prairie. The farm then passed into the hands of Jacob Garber. About 1834 Garber sold to Joseph C. Brand, and about 1843 the latter built a substantial brick residence in one of the prettiest spots in all this wooded valley. It stands on the southernmost point of the ridge or series of ridges which separate Buck Creek valley from Dugan prairie. For many years this valley formed part of the famous hunting grounds of that warlike tribe from which Tecumseh sprang. The numerous arrowheads picked up by the industrious plowman attest the truth of this statement.

James Robinson died and his son Joseph came into possession of all his land. The farm now owned by Mrs. Emily Conkly he sold in 1834 to John Hedges. Hedges sold to Samuel Canada, and in 1839 Canada sold to Jacob Conklyn. Robinson ins 1834 sold his other lands to William S. Taylor, J. R. Taylor and Dr. James McCann. The mills he sold to James A. McLain. The latter sold the mills some years afterward to Robt. Woods, and Woods sold to James Todd. Joseph Robinson and his family emigrated in 1834 to Tazewell county Illinois. His mother, Rachel died there a few years afterward, aged nearly 100 years. About 1836 J. C. Hamilton bought the farm lately owned by John McCreary. About 1838 Ronald Donladson came from Baltimore, Md., and bought the farm of Hamilton. After the death of James Todd, Donaldson bought the mills, tore the old gristmill down and build a new one about fifteen rods father south. About 1857 he sold the farm to John McCreary, the mills to John Hamilton, and removed to Urbana, where he died a few years ago, leaving behind him a spotless character, an endearing memory, and the record of a life that will ever make those who knew him feel honored by their association with him.




History is almost inseparably connected with chronology and geography. Chronology is the skeleton of history, and geography is the base on which it stands. History without chronology is confused and obscure, and insipid. I have given the names of the first permanent settlers, and have stated when they came and where they settled. But there were others who came here between the years 1802 and 1812 with no determination to remain long. Their habits of life were migratory, and they lived principally by hunting. They built themselves huts somewhat similar to those built by the Indians. They were called squatters, and they sold their few improvements to those who afterward acquired title to the lands and became the first owners of the soil. The first settlers selected the ridges where grew the forests of oak and history, under the impression that the soil which produced the large trees must necessarily be more fertile than that which had brought forth hazel bushes or trees of inferior growth. But in this they were mistaken, and subsequent experience convinced that the barrens, so called were more fertile than the ridges

The line drawn by Israel Ludlow from the source of the Little Miami, nearly N.N.W., to what was then the southern boundary of the Indian lands, passes diagonally through the eastern half of this neighborhood. East of this line was the Virginia military reservation and west of this line were the Congress lands. In 1816 Champaign, Miami and Darke (the northernmost counties of the Miami country) extended northward to the Indian boundary, and at that time, there remained unsold in these three counties fourteen hundred thousand acres to be purchased at the land office in Cincinnati at two dollars per acre, one fourth of the purchase money to be paid a the time of entry or purchase, one fourth in two years there after, and one fourth in four years; and at the expiration of the fifth year, if the land had not been paid for in full, it reverted to the United States and was then offered at public auction and sold to the highest bidder. A whole section, a half, or a quarter could be purchased by a single individual. A discount of eight per cent, was allowed on all payments made before they were due.

A small part of Dugan Prairie is within the bounds of this neighborhood. This prairie took its name from Pierre Dugan, a Frenchman, who was the first white settler upon its boarder. He lived a few miles north of here on this prairie. When the country began to fill up with settlers and game became scarce, he took his Indian wife and traps and removed northward to a point near the source of the Scioto river, where burdened with the weight of years, he closed the final ledger of life.

The first settlers had much to contend with. By peril and privation, by toil and trail, by the ordeal of suffering, they came into possession of these lands. They came and the noise of their axes resounded through the forest aisles of the wilderness. Handsome trees were felled. From these trees logs of the proper length were cut and hauled to the spot selected for the cabin. The four walls were formed, and the spaces between the logs were completely closed with pieces of wood and tempered clay — The floor was made of puncheons or planks formed by splitting logs and hewing them with a broad axe. The roof and ceiling was formed of clapboards. The apertures for the door, windows and fireplace were sawn out. The door was constructed of the same materials as the floor and was ornamented with a wooden latch and a latch string. A log cabin without a latchstring is a failure. The apertures intended for windows were finished with a sort of latticework, and paper, rendered translucent by being greased or smeared with lard or bear’s oil, was pasted thereon. This paper thus prepared resisted the rain tolerably well and was considered a very good substitute for glass. The chimney, with its generous fireplace, was formed of sticks and clay, or of stone. The shelves were clapboards supported by wood pegs, and the furniture in simplicity and rudeness of construction, corresponded to the cabin. They pounded corn in a hominy block and used the fine portions for bread or mush, and coarse for hominy. They kindled their fires by means of flint, steel, powder, and tow, and ate their mush and milk with a pewter spoon and from a tin cup. Hominy, Johnny cakes, corn pone and venison must also be included in the bill of fare; and in autumn these plain, blunt and whole souled backwoods farmers ate with a keen relish the delicious wild turkey. Most of the articles of dress were of domestic manufacture. Their homespun garments were made from flax or from the skins of deer. They wore coarse hunting shirts and buckskin pantaloons The latter, when dried after being wet, were uncomfortably had and inflexible. Such was their everyday and holiday garb. The boys went barefooted seven months of the year. Only five or six yards of calico were required for a dress pattern and it cost five or six dollars.

Hamilton county was established in 1790, and Ross in 1798. In 1803 Green was formed from Hamilton and Ross and Franklin was formed from Ross. On March 1, 1805, Champaign was formed from Greene and Franklin. Jno. Runyan was chosen that year as one of three Associate Judges of the Court of Common Please in Champaign county. Salem township was organized the same year, and this neighborhood was then in that township. Justus Jones was a Justice of the Peace and Daniel Jones was a constable. About the middle of the 17th century the Shawnee Indians, resided in Northern Florida, on the banks of the Suwannee river. Toward the close of that century they migrated northward and were among the tribes occupying Pennsylvania when it was granted to Penn, who made treaties with them in 1682 and 1701. Some years afterward they removed to Ohio. When the first settlers came the Shawnees were here; and, either as friends or enemies, for a time they dwelt contiguous to each other, and their history is blended. Tecumseh was born o the banks of Mad River, a few miles west of where Springfield now stands, and about 16 miles southwest of this neighborhood. In 1795 he was made a chief. About 1805 his twin brother set up as a prophet and denounced the use of liquors and all food introduced by the whites. These two brothers then 37 years of age, attempted to unite all the western tribes into one nation to resist the white settlers. They soon had 400 warriors gathered at Greenville. Their proceedings created a great deal of alarm on the frontier and induced many families in the northern counties of the Miami country to remove back from whence they had emigrated. From 1807 to 1810 the settlers were repeatedly alarmed at rumors of the near approach of hostile Indians. The distance from here to the Indian lands was about 26 miles. They fortified their

homes and kept watch against the treacherous foe. In 1810 it became evident to Gen. Harrison that the Northwest would soon be subjected to all the calamities of an Indian war

unless decided steps were taken. In 1811 Tecumseh journeyed.

“Through interminable forests,

With is moccasins of magic,

Over meadow, over mountain,

Over river, hill and hollow”

To the land of his ancestors; and by his eloquence stirred up the Indian warriors of Georgia and Florida. During his absence the battle Tippecanoe was fought, the “prophet” and his warriors defeated, and the schemes of Tecumseh frustrated.

At an election held in Union township, on Tuesday, Oct. 8, 1811, Joseph McLain and Jacob Minturn were two of the three judges; and of 68 persons who voted that day, I name the following : Jacob Minturn, John Lafferty, Joseph McLain, Barton Minturn, James McLain, Stephen Runyan, Allen Minturn, Daniel Jones, Richard Runyan, Justus Jones, John Clark, Abijah Ward, John Runyan, and Daniel Baker.

In 1812 there were “wars, rumors of war, and earthquakes in diverse places.: Tecumseh joined the British at Malden, and in 1813 he was made a brigadier general in the British forces. He was in command with Proctor at the siege of Fort Meigs, and saved American prisoners from massacre. — Fort Meigs, a few hundred yards from the right bank of the Maumee in the northern part of Wood county, was built for the crisis in 1813, and named in honor of Return Jonathan Meigs, who was Governor of Ohio from 1810 to 1814. This fort was besieged from April 28, 1813, to May 9, 1813, 1360 British and 1500 Indians, who were defeated by Gen. Harrison with a little more than 2000 men. This settlement was represented at For Meigs. Abner Barritt (or Barrett) was captain of the company that went from this township, and Edward Jones, the only son of Justus Jones, was a lieutenant. The latter died at Fort Meigs. David Marsh, the husband of Nancy, the daughter of Justus Jones, volunteered. James Reid and Barton Minturn were drafted. The latter furnished a substitute. The march northward through the Black Swamps in the month of January, 1813 was severe. They returned home in the summer of 1813. the great chief of the Indian confederacy fell at the battle of the Thames, Oct. 5, 1813, and the ended in the Northwest.

There are a few errors in letter No. II. John Clark was the husband of Phoebe, the daughter of Jacob and Abigail Minturn. The wife of Stephen, the son of John and Phebe Clark, was Hannah, the daughter of Abram and Nancy Jones. Allen Minturn’s first wife was Sarah Clark. These town were married May 5, 1808. Barton Minturn was born May, 1780, and died November, 1867. His sister Elizabeth became the wife of Dan’l Jones; his sister Jane was married to John Owens Sept. 27, 1808; and his brother George married Mary Fox. In the eight paragraph of No. II, for “William Hendin” read “William Hendricks.” In the seventh paragraph, for “In 1804 the removed” read “In 1805 they removed.”




“The great flight is first for bread;

Then butter on the bread;

Then sugar on the butter”

In this saying there is more truth than poetry; more force than elegance. It is the statement of a principle which spans human life in all ages and countries. Necessity, convenience, luxury. Indigence, the golden mean, opulence. Poverty, comfort, wealth. The farmers of this settlement, with bright skies above them, pure air around them, and a kind soil beneath their feet, swung the plow and hoe in spring, the scythe and sickle in summer, the corn knife and husking peg in autumn, and the axe and flail in winter. And for their labor they were rewarded. Corn produced about fifty bushels to an acre, wheat twenty-five, and oats thirty; and although pork was sometimes sold for one dollar and fifty cents per hundred, wheat twenty-five cents per bushel, and corn for a fip penny-bit, yet the prices were usually fair. Corn and oats usually sold for twenty-five cents per bushel, wheat fifty cents, port two dollars and fifty cents per hundred, and beef three dollars. The spring and summer of 1816 were very unfavorable for raising wheat, corn, and grass; consequently the prices of produce for a year afterward were as follows: Corn thirty-three cents, wheat seventy-five cents, oats, thirty three cents, buckwheat thirty-seven and one-half cents, butter twelve and one half cents per pound, honey fifty cents per gallon, flour 6.50 per barrel, pork $4.00 per hundred, beef $3.50. In 1816 a good milk cow cost $15, and a good horse $40. Sheep were $3.50 per head. The principal news papers published in the Miami country in 1817, which occasionally found their way to this settlement, were as follows: The Sprit of Liberty, published in Urbana, the Ohio Vehicle in Xenia, the Ohio Republican in Dayton, the Political Censor and the Western American in Williamsburgh, the Western Spy in Lebanon, the Miami Intelligencer in Hamilton and the Cincinnati Gazette and Liberty Hall in Cincinnati. At that time improved farms were rated from five to 15 dollars per acre.

Not withstanding hardships, the settlers were generally blessed with health. Ague and fever occasionally visited their cabins, and infrequently the found it necessary to wrestle with an epidemic. Between the years 1804 and 1806, James Walker, whose wife was John Clark’s sister, settled on the land now commonly styled the “Porter Place.” Early in the spring of 1812, after the inhabitants of the American continent had been somewhat shaken by ague and pretty thoroughly shaken and agitated bay a few earthquakes, bilious and typhoid pneumonia, then known as the “Cold Plague,” appeared as an epidemic in a few localities. Daniel Jones, his wife Elizabeth (the daughter of Jacob Minturn), and James Walker, his wife and one son, all died of this disease in April 1812. Joanna Minturn, daughter of Jacob Minturn, who died a few years afterward, appears to have had a presentiment or previous warning of her death. She was a member of John Lafferty’s class. On Sunday, the day preceding her death, she sent a farewell message to her classmates, informing them that she would die the next day at noon. On Monday, the next day, when the hour of twelve drew nigh and the bright sun was near the meridian, her spirit passed to that land “where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold, and life is a treasure sublime.”

All the able bodied men between the ages of eighteen and forty-five years were enrolled in the militia, and were required to provide themselves with fire-arms. The militia of the State was arranged into divisions, brigades, regiments, battalions, and companies. The convenient each company consisted of 64 privates. In 1815, James Reid was duly elected and commissioned captain of the sixth company, in the first battalion, second regiment, first brigade, and fifth division of the militia. The commission was dated at Chillicothe, February 24, 1815, signed by Thomas Worthington, who was Governor of Ohio from 1814 to 1818, and countersigned by the Secretary of State of the State of Ohio. The day on which the company, battalion, or regiment assembled for drill or exercise was called muster day or training day. The rules of discipline were the same as those contained in the system prepared by Baron Steuben, which was examined and amended by General Washington prior to its adoption by Congress in 1779. The bright colors have almost entirely disappeared from the wrap and woof of those muster days with their assortment of flint locks, powder horns, homespun hunting shirts, buckskin breeches, and caps manufactured from the skins of bear and raccoon.

A compendious history of the first schools will be given in the number following this. The facts therein contained were imparted by Edward Minturn, Mrs. Mary Jones, daughter of John Lafferty, and Robert S. Reid, all born in this neighborhood. The first named was born June 21, 1805; the second, December 26, 1807, and the third, November 1, 1811.




“He taught his pupils the rule of three,

Spelling, and reading, and writing, too,

Taking the little ones on his knee,

For a kind old heart in his breast had he,

And the wants of the smallest child he knew.

‘Learn while you’re young, he often said,

There is much to enjoy down here below;

Life for the living and rest for the dead’

Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago”

Seventy years ago, on the farm purchased in 1831, and still owned by Edward Minturn, there stood a log house in which was kept and operated a distaff, a spinning wheel, and one of those frames or machines in which a weaver forms cloth out of thread. This modest building was called a loom house; and therein during the years 1811 and 1812 was taught — with all the patience of a successful weaver — a private school by George Minturn. (The dates given in this letter are approximately correct.) In 1813, the school was taught by John Owens. The neighbors then built a log house for the use of schools a few rods northwest of the spot now occupied by the residence of Edward Minturn. The traveler who passes over the road near by will observe a culvert. Southeast of the culvert, on the bank where the oaks spread their branches wide is the place where that school house stood. Its chief adornment was a capacious fireplace and an old-fashioned wooden chimney. The floor and the benches were made of puncheons. The fireplace monopolized one end of the building. From the other end and from each of the two sides a log was cut and upright sticks were place, in the space thus formed, so as to be about eight inches apart. Over these sticks were pasted sheets of greased paper. In this quaint long-windowed cabin the pupils of the ridges continued the good work, with the help of a faithful teacher, of solving the intricacies of Noah Webster’s “American Spelling Book,’ and Stephen Pike’s “System of Practical Arithmetic.” Nicholas Delong taught during the years 1814, 1815, and 1816. Among his pupils were John and Hannah Jones, Jacob, Edward and Smith Minturn, Stephen Clark, and others. A log house with a broad fireplace and a chimney formed of wood and clay has never been considered fireproof — The banks of the ravine were only for a brief period made attractive by the presence of this building. It was destroyed by fire in 1816, and during the following year the children were instructed by Hildreth in a cabin on a farm about one mile farther north, now known as the “Woods Farm.” In 1818 a large house of hewed logs was build on the hill west of Dugan Prairie; and in that house the children living on the ridges, as sell as those on the barrens, were instructed in the rudiments of literature. Lindley Murray’s “English Reader” was added to the list of text books. Joseph Knox was the first teacher, Richard Baldwin the second, and Thomas Calloway the third. The last named taught about three years. His labors as a teacher at that place terminated about 1822. The beginnings of a few branches of knowledge were indelibly imprinted upon the minds of the children of that day. They were not “tutored in the rudiments of many desperate studies.” They were taught orthography, reading, writing, the simple rules of arithmetic, pure morals, and the elements of a just and manly character. The few books they studied were the best then published. Webster’s spelling book was the first book of the kind published in the United States. It had a prodigious circulation. In its various editions and revisions fifty-two millions copies have been sold from 1783 to the present time. To its influence more than to any other cause are we indebted for the uniformity of pronunciation in the United States. It was illustrated by Alexander Anderson, the first wood engraver in America. Anderson died in New Jersey, January 17, 1870 aged 95 years. Pike’s arithmetic was designed “to abridge the labour of teachers, and to facilitate the instruction of youth.” It was published in Pennsylvania and was used in many of the schools of that State and this from 1811 to 1840. A copy of that work before me contains 198 pages. All the different parts or rules of arithmetic are treated of. I will name a few. The single rule of three commences with page 72; tare and tret, with 95; vulgar fractions with 129; allegation, with 163; single and double positions with 168, annuities in reversion, with 185; perpetuities in reversion, with 187; and combination with 188. I suppose that one versed in mathematics would classify but few of the examples under the head of abstruse problems.

Between the years 1811 and 1813, a private school was taught by Sallie Docum at the residence of John and Sarah Lafferty. The children taught at that place were Jane, Thomas, William and Mary Lafferty, William, John and Hansen Neal, and few others. The next school was held in a tenement house on John Lafferty’s farm. The house stood near the spot now occupied by Isaac Lafferty’s residence. It was a rough log house daubed with mud. Two logs were cut from its sides, and in the interstices thus formed, greased paper admitted light and excluded cold. John McLain, the eldest son of Joseph McLain, presided over and diligently taught this school several terms One night during the winter of 1816-17 the house took fire and burned down. The term school which was being held at that time was concluded in the cabin which John Lafferty built in 1803 for a residence. In 1817 another house for school purposes was built on the spot where the first burned down, and John McLain was again employed as instructor. The fireplace occupied nearly the whole of one end of the building; and the teacher, the pupils, and the door occupied the other end and the sides. During the period embraced between the years 1817 and 1826, the following named children, in addition to those last named, were instructed here: James, William, Sallie, Richard, and Jane McLain; Runyans: Beattys; Huestons; Thorntons: Neals; Lemuel, John and William Barrett; Joseph, John, Rebecca, Ephraim, Mary, Samuel, Sallie, Martha, and Martin Sayres; John, David, Wesley, Catharine, Sarah and Hester Ann Lafferty, and others. The school days of a few named above ended in 1817, and the school days of others began in 1826. I have now given a succinct history of the first schools in the northern part of the neighborhood and would be less dissatisfied with the performance if the dates given were absolutely and critically correct.

The first school house in the southern half of the neighbor was build on the farm then owned by Daniel Baker and now owned by Frederick Michael. It stood a few rods from what is now the residence of the latter, and very near the spot occupied by the barn. Its sides were composed of large rough logs, and its principal features were windows of greased paper and a huge fireplace. This was known as “Baker’s School” From 1818 to 1822 the following named children were taught here: Aaron, John, Polly, and Justus Baker, Stephen, Ira, Anna, Charlotte and D.K. Jones; William, Betsey, James and Rachel Robinson, William Catharine and Robert S. Reid; William, Joseph, Betsey, Peggy and Isaac Evans; Nancy, Samuel, Abijah, Larry and James Ward; John, Ary and Robert Paul; George, Ben, Hannah, Sallie, and Oliver Flemming; William, Doctor, Hannah, and Betty McMillan; Abram, Seymour, Jacob, John, Catharine, Lucinda, Maria and Eliza Vanmeter; Clark, Dan, David, Henry, Hannah, Vashti, and Obadiah Cregg (or Craig). About two-thirds of the pupils above named were between the ages of fourteen and twenty years at the time Thomas Moore taught. Between the dates above given the first teacher was Everett, the send was Flood, the third was James Paul, son of William Paul, and the last was Thomas Moore. The schools of that day were made up by subscription. The books used were the same as those used in the northern part of the neighborhood. Samuel Kirkham’s grammar was also used in some of the schools. Geography was not taught. About the year 1823 John Ward’s cabin, referred to in letter number three, was appropriated for the use of schools, and the teacher was Abram Ward, a son of the owner of the farm. He taught here for three years or more. There were two windows in this school house, which were formed in the manner above described. One extended along one of the sides of the cabin, and the other across the end opposite the chimney. The children who attended this school were as follows: Samuel, Jane, Sallie, Margaret, and H.C. Harper; David Church, Jacob Rebecca and Sallie Ward, James Johnson, William and Betsey Egman, Martin and Sallie Setzer, Smith Minturn, and the children of Mr. Evans, Joseph Robinson, Abijah Ward, and James Reid, named above, and others who lived in the vicinity of this school house for a brief period, whose names are not remembered. The children went one winter (about 1826-7) to a school taught by Stephen McLain in an old log house that stood where the little brick house now stands on the farm lately owned by Samuel T. Hedges, deceased. It was called the “Rigdon School.” The children living on the Pretty Prairie attended that school. There was a very large attendance, and many of the pupils were twenty years of age.

In the first paragraph of number three, for “1827” read “1857”; in the second paragraph, for “1802” read “1805;” in the fourth paragraph, for “1813” read “1823;” in the fifth paragraph for “May 28” read “May 23,” and for “June 30” read “June 20.”




In 1825 paper windows and mud chimneys began to fade away and take their places with the other crudities of the dim past. The first brick dwelling house of this neighborhood was built for Barton Minturn in 1826. This house, with the additions which have been made thereto, is still used for a residence. The old part has two stories and a garret, or attic. There are three rooms on the first floor and two on the second. The brick was molded, dried in the sun, and burned in a kiln, at the foot of the hill about ten rods east of the site of the house. Barton Minturn resided here until 1852, when he sold his farm to James D. Hedges.

In the 1826 the Presbyterians residing in this bicinity built a brick church on the summit of the hill near the southeast corner of the Buck Creek graveyard. The history of this house and the history of the families who worshiped and the faithful pastors and ominent divines who preached within its sacred walls would form a large volume. For a quarter of a century the people met here to worship the Lord; and after the termination of that period the house was torn down and the present building, known for many miles around as the Buck Creek Presbyterian church, was constructed.

On Saturday, Sept. 15, 1827, a meeting of the householders of the sixth school district (otherwise called West Union), of Union township, was held at the residence of Jacob Garber, on the northeast quarter of section 32. Richard Ward, Samuel Harper, Barton Minturn, Justus Jones, Allen Minturn, James Reid, Crain Valentine, Samuel Jack, James McLure and Jacob Garber were present. In pursuance of an act of the General Assembly of the State of Ohio, passed in 1825, the proceeded to elect a clerk and three directors for the term of one year. Jacob Garber was thereupon elected clerk, and Barton Minturn, Richard Ward and James Reid were elected directors. They then adjourned to meet two weeks thereafter at the same place. At the meeting held Saturday, Sept 29, 1827, there were present Bunnel, Minturn, William Hendrix, Stephen King, Edward Minturn, Joseph Robinson, and all those named above except Justus Jones, Samuel Jack and James McClure. It was resolved to build, as soon as practicable, a brick school house; the foundation of the building to be of stone, its length twenty two feet, width eighteen feet, and height nine feet. It was further resolved, “that said house shall be built by taxation upon each householder or others subject to taxation.” Barton Minturn was elected to superintend the work. The house was built in 1828 on the northwest corner of Jacob Garber’s farm; and from that year to the present time the fountain of intelligence for this school district has been located in that corner at the foot of the hill near the cross roads.

“The walls were brick, the ceiling low.

The windows high and small;

And a great fireplace, deep and wide,

Was build into the wall.”

John Ward furnished the brick. The brick kiln was on the land then owned by Samuel Harper, about one third of a mile northeast of the site of the school house — The door of the school house was on the south side and the chimney on the east end. There was a window on each side of the door, two on the west end of the house, and three on the north side. The desks ==ten or twelve in number — were large and clumsy, being about four feet in length and as many feet in length on side farthest from the pupil. Beneath the sloping top of each desk was shelf broad enough to receive and retain a small library. Long, hard benches, two feet high were place close to the walls of the school room, and those pupils who could write and cipher sat on these benches and used the desks in front of them. In the process of time the surface of the desks became ornamental, or rather defaced, with all the embellishments of school boy fancy or ingenuity. The boy who had the pleasure and honor of sitting behind on of these desks after it and its wooden companions had been in use for nearly three decades, did not fail to notice with care that it had been disfigured by one or more of his mischievous knife possessing predecessor. He saw oceans, seas gulfs, straits, lakes, rivers, creeks, continents, peninsulas, islands, capes — in fact a tolerable fair system of outline maps, or the world in nature, where in the natural divisions of water were represented by good blue and black ink, and the corresponding divisions of land by the original desk. The right proportions too, seem to have been maintained; for the board then before him was about three fourths ink and one fourth desk. In addition to this, there were initials and rude representations of objects animate and inanimate. Those desks are probably no longer in existence; but, if they are, then the hieroglyphics of the past which they contain will afford a history not quite so interesting, perhaps, but almost as difficult to decipher as the cuneiform inscriptions placed on Assyrians tablets when the post diluvian world, metaphorically speaking, was an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The first teacher in this school house was Abram Ward, who taught during the winter of 1828-1829. The names of others who here endeavored to smooth in some degree the entrance to the temple of literature are Richard McLain, Samuel Robinson and William Lafferty. The last named taught two winters. At this time schools were supported by taxation, and small rate bills, which were abated where there was inability to pay. William P. Thomas taught from Monday, Dec. 1, 1834, to Tuesday, March 3, 1835, inclusive. During that period of 93 days there were 28 holidays, including Saturdays, Sundays, Christmas, and the first day of the year. He taught 65 days or one quarter, for which he received $36. Of that sum $12.26 was public money and 23.74 was paid by the parents of those taught, each pupil being assessed nearly one cent and five mills for every day actually present. The child who attended school for the full 65 days was required to pay 93 cents and 6 mills. — Thirty three children attended school that winter. Giles W. Thomas sent four; James McCann, Archibald Griffith and Jacob Garber each sent three; Amos Jackson, James Paul, Bunnel Minturn, Stephen Clark, Allen Minturn and Benjamin Rolston each sent two; Elijah Hibbets, Rachel Barrett, Barton Minturn, James Reid, Smith Minturn, Abraham Showers, Robinson Hunter, and Samuel Harper each sent one. The average daily attendance was nearly 25.

On Sept. 27 1828, the school officers of the preceding year were reelected. I will now give the names of the school officers, and the dates they were chosen, from 1829 to 1838. Under each date the first three were directors, the fourth clerk, and the fifth treasurer: Oct. 20, 1829: William Hendrix, Allen Minturn, A. McBride, Joseph Robinson and James Reid. Oct 19, 1830: Allen Minturn, John Hedges, Justus Jones, Abram Ward, and Richard Ward. Oct 18, 1831: James Reid, Samuel Harper, Bunnel Minturn, Jacob Garber, and Barton Minturn. Oct 16, 1832: Joseph Robinson, Allen Minturn, Benjamin Rolston, Jacob Garber and Stephen Clark. Oct 15, 1833: James Reid, William Hendrix, Barton Minturn, Benjamin Rolston, James Paul, and Smith Minturn. Oct. 17, 1834: James McCann, Bunnel Minturn, Benjamin Rolston, James Paul, and Smith Minturn. Oct. 16 1835: Jacob Garber, Bunnel Minturn, Amos Jackson, James Paul and Barton Minturn. Nov. 5, 1836: John Harper, James Reid, Edward Minturn, James Paul and Smith Minturn. Oct. 27, 1837: John Jones, Joseph C. Brand, Stephen Clark and James Reid.

The record of the 1829 contains the following additional names of householders: Stephen Jones, Hiram Reel, Aaron Loomas and James McLaughlin; and the record of 1834 the following: Nancy Griffith, Newton Elsey, William Vance, Abner Merryfield, Samuel Kennedy, John Hibbets, John Jones, Robert Cundiff, Thornton Cundiff, Philip Heaton, Jacob Ward and Howell Campbell.

In 1836 there were 52 children in the district between the ages of four and twenty one years. In 1838, the school laws of the State were revised and a common school fund of two hundred thousand dollars was established to be distributed a month the several counties according to the number of youth therein. The number of this school district was changed from six to three. During the year ending Sept. 21, 1838, school had been kept nine months, and the teacher had been paid $14 per month and boarded.




On Friday, April 15, 1831, the members of the Methodist Episcopal church residing in this neighborhood held a meeting for the purpose of deliberating the question of building a brick house for public worship. This society belonged to what was then called the Urbana circuit, and the preacher in charge was William H. Raper, who presided over the meeting and appointed Bunnel Minturn, William Hendrix, John Fox, William S. Taylor, James Reid, Barton Minturn and Allen Minturn as trustees. By agreement of the trustees, Barton Minturn and James Reid were chosen to superintend the building. A piece of woodland, containing one acre, two rods and three perches on the summit of the hill a few rods east of the little brick school house, was procured from Jacob Garber. The bricks were made about one third of a mile northeast of the churchyard, on the farm owned by Samuel Harper from 1818 to 1847. The meeting house was built during the year 1831. It is about forty feet long and thirty feet wide. Its height is about twenty feet to the top of the roof from the ground and twelve feet from the ground to the eaves — It has four windows in each side, and two windows in each end. The door is in the south end. The amount of money collected by subscription and donation was $789.901/2, and total cost of the building and its furniture was $947.92. The house was named Pt. Pisgah and was dedicated to Almighty God on Sunday, May 27, 1832, at which time the church belonged to the Springfield circuit, which had been formed from the Urbana circuit. Joshua Boucher was the preacher in charge at that time, and the dedicatory sermon was preached by Richard Brandriff, who, a few months ago, resided in Piqua and was the oldest member of the Cincinnati conference. In 1832, Samuel T. Hedges succeeded John Fox as trustee. The remaining debt of the church was provided for by subscription at a meeting held March 1, 1834. On June 3, 1837, at which time Michael Marlay was the preacher in charge of Springfield circuit, a settlement was made by the trustees with those to whom the society stood indebted; and finally on Dec. 28, 1837, the trustees settled among themselves the balance due for the building of the church.

I will now make mention of an unusual occurrence or accidental event which came near being a disaster. On a certain Sunday in the spring of 1841 a quarterly meeting was held at Mt. Pisgah. I suppose there are half a hundred persons now living of the three hundred or mere then present. The presiding elder was Zachariah Connell. At the close of the meeting, just as the congregation arose to receive the benediction, one of the sleepers of the floor gave away. Two or Three persons standing above the broken sleeper involuntarily screamed, and others under the excitement of the moment imagined that the side walls of the house were falling outward, and that the heavy arched ceiling was just ready to come crashing downward upon their head. Immediately there was a great panic in the densely crowded house, and a general rush was very naturally and unceremoniously made for the door and windows. In a few seconds all, except a score or less, found themselves in the churchyard looking toward the church, which continued to stand as firmly and innocently as though nothing had happened to mar the peace and dignity of the day. A few persons were somewhat bruised, but fortunately no one was very seriously injured.

On De 6, 1841, Joseph C. Brand was appointed trustee to fill the vacancy occasioned by the resignation of William Hendrix. The circuit was then styled the Charlestown circuit, and Levi P. Miller was the preacher in charge. In March, 1842, the trustees met and measures were taken to repair the floor of the church. Joseph C. brand and Barton Minturn were appointed a committee to make purchases, employ workmen, and superintend the work. On March 8, 1843, Ronald Donaldson was elected one of the board of trustees to fill the vacancy occasioned by the resignation of James Reid. The society then belonged to the South Charleston circuit, and Levi P. Miller was the preacher in charge. The whole cost of repairing the church was $100.20. Arrangements were made for paying this debt in July 1843. Lemuel Reynolds, Bunnel Minturn and William Wharton were the class leaders during the palmist days in the history of this humble temple. The graveyard was not fenced until the year 1844. The first grave was made in August 1833, and it holds, in trust, the body of William Raper Jones, son of John and Mary Jones. A few yards south near the long, slender, pendulous branches of a weeping willow, is an old fashioned tombstone, and the inscription thereon tells the reader that Peter K. Naedler, died July 14, 1844, aged ninety-six years and four months. In September, 1848, John Jones was elected trustee in place of Barton Minturn, resigned, and Rezin C. Wilson in place of Samuel T. Hedges. The society then formed a part of the Mechanicsburg circuit, and Edward Estell was the preacher in charge. On Dec. 9, 1857 Robert S. Reid, Edward Minturn, Jacob Conklyn and Amos Wilson were elected trustees, respectively in the places of Joseph C. Brand, William S. Taylor, and Ronald Donaldson, who had removed from the neighborhood, and Allen Minturn, who died April 1, 1855. The class leaders at this time were Joseph Kiger, George W. Strayer, and John Jones.

The following are the names of the Methodist itinerants who preached in this neighborhood between the years 1830 and 1860: William H. Raper, Richard Brandriff, Joshua Boucher, Ebenezer Chase, Wesley Roe, Joseph J. Hill, Granville Moody, Young, Michael Marlay, Sutherland, Gonzales, Levi P. Miller, James L Grover, Zachariah Connell, Sullivan, David Warnock, John W. Keeley, David H. Sargent, Charles B. Warrington, Stephen Ford Conrey, Samuel D. Clayton, Edward Estell, Joseph Newsom, John F. Marlay, John T. Mitchell, James Kendall, Henry Stokes, Sharp, Selman, Roe, David Kempter, James T. Bail, John Vance, John G. Black, William B. Jackson, William N. Williams and others. Some of those named above deserve special mention. — Their sermons were fine in rhetoric and satisfactory in substance; and probably no attentive listener ever heard them preach without carrying away in his memory some valuable thoughts. The wisdom of Solomon, the prudence of Sergius Paulus, the tenacity and vitality of Paul, the boldness and firmness of Shadrach and his companions, the patience of Job, the kindness of Nahash, the meekness of Moses, the industry of young Jeroboam, the learning of Gamaliel, and the faith of Timothy’s maternal ancestry, were exemplified by these itinerants.




During the period embraced between the dates Sept. 21, 1838 and April 8, 1861, the following named men served as school directors the number of years set opposite their names: James Paul, one year; Elou Wilson two, Jacob Minturn one, Wm. McGarry one, Edward Minturn seven, Rezin C. Wilson six, Joseph C. brand seven, John Jones nine, Ronald Donaldson five, Robert S. Reid eight, James D. Hedge three, Jacob Conklyn three, John McCreary three, James W. Fulton three, Amos M. Wilson two, and George W. Strayer one.

The following are the names of the children who attend school here between the years 1843 and 1863: Rosetta J. Wilson, Justus S. Wilson, Sarah A. Wilson, Mary Wilson, Martha Jane Wilson, James Porter, Newton Porter, Sarah Todd, Newel Todd, Sallie Ann Minturn, Rebecca Jane Minturn, John Donaldson, Elizabeth Donaldson, Thomas T. Brand, William A. Brand, Zenas B. Jones, James L. Crain, Martha Todd, Ellen Brand, James Barton Minturn, Charlotte Jane Minturn, William Wilson, John W. Minturn, David Donaldson, John Wesley Jones, Aquila J. Reid, Charlotte Creamer, Smith C. Minturn, Rebecca Reigart, Kate Reigart, Ronald B. Donaldson, Thomas O. Jones, Joseph C. Brand, Jr., Mary Brand, Belle Brand, Matilda J. Reid, Mary Donaldson, Emily J Reid, Levi M. Jones, Sarah Rebecca Conklyn, Mary E. Conklyn, Mary Ellen Creamer, Annie Donaldson, John W. Reid, Thomas Jackson Reigart, Harriet McConnell, Eliza McConnell, Thomas McConnell, Aminda McConnell, John W. McConnell, Mary Hannah Minturn, Rufus C. Minturn, Leander Dunlap, Alexander Dunlap, Alexander Dunlap, James P. Sloan, Joseph J. Reid, Leander Hamilton, William Hopper, Hiram Spellman, Martha Shugh, Jennie Shugh, John Shofstall, Sarah Shofstall, Silas Shofstall, Elnora Baldwin, Rezin B. Wilson, William N. Hedges, Edward S. Hedges, David McConnell, Levi Taylor, James Taylor, Ellen Taylor, Sara C. Jones, Maggie E. Williams, Sarah C. Reid, Kate Fulton, Charlotte E. Reid, Kate Donaldson, William Donaldson, Mary Jane Glenn, Thomas Glenn, Alice Glenn, James C. Reid, Sarh V. McCreary, Mary Jane McCreary, Eugenia L. McCreary, William G. McCreary, Samuel Goheen, Henry McConnell, Smith McConnell, John Wesley Strayer, Charles Conrey Jones, Lavina Wilson, Druzilla R. Conklyn, William E. Reid, Edward Estell Jones, Sarah Lafferty, William Conklyn, John Kennedy, Nathaniel Kinney, Joshua Kinney, Amanda Mahan, William Mahan, Joseph Mahan, Henry Heller, Robert Duden, Frank Morrison, Ann White, Virginia White, Daniel Webster White, George McKendree Strayer, Mary Lucinda Strayer, Anna E. Reid, Fannie Fulton, Mary Fulton, Eliz Ellen Conklyn, Marth M. Reid, William Reid, Rolla Reid, Mary White, Edmund R. Glenn, Martha Glenn, George Overs, Joseph Overs, Winfield Cunningham, George Wilman, Merrill Mouser, Jennie Mouser, Richard Stokes, Jane Stokes, James Bain, Charles Bain, Mary J. Bain, Eliza Bain, Anna McCracken, Laura Minturn, Mattie Wilson, Miranda E. (F.) Conklyn, Eudora C. Reid, Wilson S. Strayer, Mary Hannegan, Elizabeth Farnhart (Earnhart?), Sylvester Earnhart, and others.

The school teachers from 1842 to 1863, were: David Todd, Nancy Todd, Caroline Funk, Townley, John B. Reigart, David Fulton, Joseph Requa, John McGaffey, Sarah Todd, George Stuckmeyer, Stewart, Mary Armstrong, John Morgan, Aquila J. Reid, William A. Humes, John W. Pearce, Mary Hedges, James C. Reid, Fletcher Lafferty, Emily L. Reid, Clara Baldwin, Emory Pearce, and others. David Todd commenced teaching in the fall of 1842 and taught six months; for which he received $20 per month. Miss Nancy Todd taught four months during the spring and summer of 1843. The average daily attendance was twenty. David Fulton taught during the winter of 1848-9. Twenty four boys and eleven girls attended his school. Joseph Reque commenced his first quarter August 27, 1849, for which he received $20 per month. For the second and third quarters he received $21 per month. He subsequently taught a nine month’s school commencing October 14, 1850, and ending July 24, 1851. There were 40 pupils enrolled (26 males and 14 females) and the average daily attendance was 22 and a small fraction. He received $22 per month and boarded himself. He taught : orthography, reading, writing, arithmetic, geography, history, English grammar, algebra, geometry, philosophy, and astronomy. During the summer and fall of 1856, “the little brick on the corner” was torn down and another school house a shade more modern in style was built, by Freeman and Miller, a few feet farther east. In this new building John Morgan taught during the winger of 1856-7 and the following spring. This building was building was used for school purposes about 22 years. It was then sold, and the present school edifice was erected in the corner of the grove near by.

About one-fourth of a mile N>N>E> of the schoolhouse, is one of those depressions of the earth’s surface, or basin, which abound in this vicinity. Nearly fifty years ago, in a cabin on the banks of this pond, there lived a family surnamed Hunter; and since that time this small body of water has been styled “Hunter’s Pond” or the “the Hunter Pond.” During the cold winters of twenty five and more years ago, this pond presented a surface so smooth and glassy as to induce the “four and twenty happy boys,” who a thigh noon “came bounding out of school,” to make it their play ground; and as they swept

“On sounding skates a thousand different ways,

In circling poise, swift as the winds, along.

The then gay land was maddened all to joy.”




The Mt. Pisgah Sunday school society came into existence on Sunday, April 3, 1831. On that day its constitution was approved and established, and the association still retains a portion of its original vigor. Its object, as set forth in the preamble to the constitution, is “to aid in the instruction of the rising generation in the first rudiments of the English language, and to impart a knowledge of the Holy Scriptures.” The society was made auxiliary to the M.E. Sunday School Union which was formed in 1827 for the promotion of Sunday schools. A president, vice president, secretary, treasurer, librarian, superintendent and five managers, chosen on the first Sunday in April of each year, constitute a board to transact business. The following are the names of the members of this Sunday school prior to 1834: Amos Wilson, James Hedges, Mortimer Leonard, John Garber, Henry Jackson, Fletcher Lowery, James Clark, Daniel Morrison, James Morrison, Oscar F. Wallace, S. Campbell, Fletcher Morrison, Abner Merryfield, James C. Church, John R. Reid, David Lafferty, William E. Reid, Joseph Reid, Solomon Hendrix, Wilson Baldwin, Isaac Beatty, George Bowers, Elmira McLaughlin, Ketura Clark, Margaret Reid, Emily Hedges, Elizabeth Hedges, Mary Wilson, Mary T. Curtiss, Hester Clark, Nancy Johnson, Sarah A. Wilson, Catharine Lafferty, Elizabeth Dunlap, Minerva Dunlap, Nancy Jane Hendrix, Rebecca Bowers, Sophia Baldwin, Caroline Harper, Eleanor Beatty, Rosetta J. Wilson, Mary C. Wilson, Sarah Lafferty, Jane Dunlap, David Sewell, Elizabeth Morrison, Robert Paul, Rebecca Dunlap, Jonathan Sewell, Amos Sewell, Sarah S. Colwell, Nancy Jane Dedges, William Goodenough, William Taylor, Rebecca A. Morrison, Lucinda Jackson, Henry Ford, William Ford, John Colwell, Jemima Colwell, William Barrett, Sarah Wilson, Jane Wilson, Sarah Harper, Abram Osborn, Warren Osborn, James Dunlap, William Campbell, Winnie Osborn, Elizabeth Cundiff, Hester A. Lafferty, Isaac Lafferty, William Cundiff, Sarah Downey, Sarah Shepherd, Susan Shepherd, Jane Winn Bishop, Mary Caldwell, David Shepherd, Andrew Downey, David Downey, William Fletcher McCann, Thomas W. Taylor, John M. Clark, Thomas Wilson, Thornton F. Cundiff, Robert Caldwell, Jeremiah R. Taylor, Thomas Pearce, McLane Shepherd and Winfield T. Edmundson. The teachers prior to 1841 were as follows: Robert Elifrit, Giles W. Thomas, Richard Baldwin, Samuel H. Robinson, Levi Goodenough, William S. Taylor, Amy Jones, Phebe Robinson, Ruth A. Robinson, Sarah A. Griffith, Cynthia Goodenough, Charlotte Reid, Joseph C. Brand, John Lafferty, Jonathan Near, A. Downey, John Jones, William Hendrix, Julia Hickman, Matilda J. Casson, Mrs. Lavinia Brand, Mrs. E. Taylor, Sarah Wilson, Mrs. Mary Jones, Sarah Lafferty, Mrs. Mary Near, Jacob Minturn, Robert Brown, Mary J. Minturn and Mrs. Sensibaugh. It appears from the records that the following named person served as officers prior to 1863: Jacob Garber, Peter Sewell, Francis A. Morrison, Thomas Hatton, Samuel H. Robinson, James Reid, Barton Minturn, Amos Jackson, William S. Taylor, Abraham Clark, William Hendrix, Richard Baldwin, Giles W. Thomas, William R. Reid, Robert Elifrit, Stephen Clark, Allen Minturn, Bunnel Minturn, Rezin C. Wilson, William Wharton, Joseph C. Brand, Harvey B. Pearce, John Jones, Lemuel Reynolds, Jacob Minturn, Mrs. Lavinia Brand, Miss Julia Hickman, John Lafferty, Amos Rupel, Edward Minturn, John R. Reid, Mrs. Matilda J. Reid, Jacob Conklyn, Ronald Donaldson, James Brown, Newton Elsey, George Minturn, Peter S. McLaughlin, John B. Relgart, Joseph Kiger, Robert S. Reid, C. W. T. F. Morrison, H.F. McCollum, James D. Hedges, Amos M. Wilson, George W. Strayer, Mrs. Rebecca A. Hedges, Miss Martha Wilson, Mrs. R. Donaldson, James W. Fulton, Mrs. Mary Jones, Mrs. Jane Wilson, Mrs. Jane W. Reid, Mrs. A. M. Wilson, Mrs. Harriet White, Martin Earnhart, William K.W. Wilson, James McConnell, Mrs. Emily Conklyn and William Dowell.

In the eight paragraph of No IV, for “the only son” read “the son” and for “daughter” read “sister.”

I cannot close this series of letters without again referring to one of the principal men who lived and toiled amid the scenes here enacted.

“Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw,

What nothing else than angel can exceed,

A man on earth devoted to the skies.

All the black cares, and tumults of this life.

Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet,

Excite his piety, not impair his peace.”

John Jones was born in this neighborhood Nov, 12, 1804, and died here July 15, 1876. For nearly forty years his personal history is the history of the church here; its trials, its hopes, and its fears. He was one of the workers here when the foundations of the meeting house were laid, when the walls were reared, and the dedicatory sermon pronounced. He nurtured and sustained the society in its youth, rejoiced when it stood in the strength of its manhood, and after it had passed the zenith of its glory, he contributed much to prolong its existence. He was one of the few loving friends who gathered around it when it was almost ready to fall. He devoted himself especially to the cause of Methodism; but, at the same time entertained a fraternal feeling for members of other churches, and gladly did what he could to help them in their “work of faith and labor of love.” The name citizen with him implied honor and honesty. He feared only what was wrong and aspired to nothing but what was right.


After a protracted revival of great length and interest, the workers at Grace Church are resting, having reaped a harvest of over one hundred converts. (handwritten: 1882)

Last night a son made its appearance at the home of Mr. and Mrs. John P. Brand. It is the grandson of Mr. and Mrs. J.C. Brand, Jr., of Bellefontaine, and the great grandson of Mr. and Mrs. J.C. Brand, Sr., of Urbana. (handwritten: May 1, 1884)

Mrs. Caroline Hall of Cincinnati, is visiting her brother P. B. Ross.

Frank Brand was presented with a gold watch and chain at the close of his graduating address on Thursday night. The watch and chain was the gift of Mrs. W. A. Brand, and was the fine one carried by the late W. A. Brand, An appropriate token to his excellently prepared, well delivered oration.

Centennial of Methodism

Yesterday was set apart by the pastor of Grace M. E. Church as a day for the celebration of Methodism in this county. The exercises were of an interesting character, and participated in by several members of the congregation. The first services were held at 9:30 with a general experience meeting. The attendance was not so large as it should have been, but a good meeting was enjoyed by those there. At 11 o’clock Rev. Dr. Pearne made a short introductory address and then called on Levi Geiger, who spoke on “The social element of Methodism.” J.C. Brand followed with a talk on the history of Methodism in Urbana, from the time it was first introduced by John and Jane Reynolds until the present time. W. W. Wilson and C. F. Colwell were to have spoken but were unable on account of sickness. J. G. Talbott spoke on the “cooperation of the work which Methodism seeks.” In the evening P. B. Ross spoke on “Reminiscences of Grace Church.” W. R. Ross read a splendid paper on “The Sunday School,” and T. D. Crow on “providential character of Methodism.” Mrs. Pearne closed with an address on “Methodism and the Home.” The services through were interesting and listened to attentively by all present. At the close of the morning service a plan was submitted by which it is intended to wipe out the debt on the church by conference time. There is now a debt on the church and parsonage of $4000. The ladies of the church agree to pay half of that amount, provided the congregation will raise the other half. There is a very strong inclination on the part of the membership to accept the proposition; and clear the church property. When this debt is wiped out, the congregation of Grace Church will be in a splendid condition financially. They will hold church property to the value of some $40,000, and have it clear of debt. The congregation should by all means wipe it out. (Handwritten: Dec ‘29’ 1884)

Bellefontaine Examiner: While Miss Lena Brand and Miss Matie Bunker were out horseback riding last Saturday morning, Miss Brand grew suddenly sick and fell fainting from her horse. She was taken into Miss Jennie Jordan’s on Court street, in an unconscious state, but she soon recovered, however, sufficiently to be taken to her home. The only injury she sustained was slight bruises about the body and head, but it was almost a miracle that the result was not more serious.

Charley Ross smiles serenely this morning over the advent of an eight pound boy.

Three Score and Ten.

Last Monday being the seventieth anniversary of the birth day of Hon. J. C. Brand, the members of his family planned a surprise for the evening of said day. While thus surrounded by children and grand children, his eldest son. Major T. T. Brand addressed him, and a few words, presented him with an elegant silver plated coffee urn. Major Brand, Senior, responded appropriately, and Mrs. Brand followed with some motherly counsel which were gems of affectionate wisdom to her children. (Handwritten: Thursday, Jan 8, 1880)

Last night the children and grand children of Mrs. Jos. C. Brand, assembled at the family residence, on West Reynolds street, in celebration of the seventieth birthday of their mother. The arrangement was intended as surprise to the lady, and so successfully carried out that when she returned from the home of T. T. Brand, where she had been spending the day, was completely taken aback to find her children and grand children, to the number of twenty-seven, ready to receive her. The evening was spent in a pleasant and social way---such as a harmonious and happy family would spend together. In addition to those living here Rev. E. D. Whitlock and family, J. C. Brand, Jr., and daughter, and J . F. Brand and family, of Bellefontaine, and Mrs. John Brand, of Springfield, were present. The entire family were present; except John Brand, of Springfield. (Handwritten: Apr 8, 1883)

At the Grace church social last evening there were present fifty women and six men. The men who stayed away were afraid of being called “socialist,” These are troublesome times you know. (Handwritten: W. R .R. Nov 11’87) ( transcriber note: I believe W.R.R. is William R. Ross).


The Hon. S. S. Cox’s Early Religious Experiences, Related by Himself

From the Independent.

The Culbertson’s, Hoges, Zane’s, McIntyre’s, Young’s et alii, who before this country began blazed their way over the hiss of Ohio while with rifle and compass they made their roads through the State — By Federal grants of land and propagandist energy — were not merely Presbyterian and Methodist household words, but household companions of my grandparents and parents.

Father David Young, who married the widow of John McIntire, one of the founders of Zanesville, was to me a being of another world, and of antique mould and manner. His Druid like beard and aspect, his quaint ways and exclusive manners, and his natural humor and eloquence made him seem the ideal of a presiding pioneer elder. In my boyhood, however, he preached but seldom, taking turns, in the absence of the state minister, with an uncle, Samuel J. Cox, in the old frame church at the intersection of Second and Main streets. There was not a little poignancy in my heart, when I saw the old church where I had so often worshiped, or rather attended, razed to the ground. Was it not there I attended my first Sunday school? There it was that I learned my Bible verses and received my red and blue tickets for proficiency. There it was that I accomplished the memorable task of reciting all of St. Paul to the Romans, under the gentle guidance of the Rev. William P. Strickland, then a clerk in my uncle’s post office, and since a shining light and ready writer in this Church.

It was there that I used to hear Joseph Trimble, when he brought his first fruits of oratory to the alter. It was there in that old southwest corner — where the “Amen’s” were much pronounced — that I realized, in my childish fashion, that I was unregenerate and sinful. It was from thence that I went to my home convicted, and entered the closet to cast of my little burden of sins and woes with an infantile orison; alas! Only to be discovered by a too vigilant mother — who had all too frequently missed her plum preserves and jumb sugar — to be sent to bed with all my imperfections on my head annealed, sore, and not a little revengeful.

But this old frame haunt of Methodist piety had its time to fall. Along with it went the old coal scuttle bonnets of the elderly Quarterly women and many plain and beautiful customs of the early Church.

A brick “meeting house” of larger dimensions and more pretentious was to be erected. My grandfather was on the building committee and in the absence of a better workman, it was my awkward hand which marked out upon the stone the awkward glypyics which designates the sect and dates the time of the erection.

Happy Arcadian days! Eheu! How they have glided into the abyss and rearward of time! I only recur to them to show the pious readers of the Independent how a Democrat “experienced” religion and what a fall, in their opinion, he has had, by reason of his unregenerate politics.

These early memories were cut in durable stone. Tarnished by worldliness, dusted with the activities of life, they have pursued me through the various vicissitudes of studious professional, literary, and political life. They became the nucleus of studies in college; they were coats of mail in the struggles against selfishness and skepticism; in the fine, they prefigured and preordained my choice of spiritual belief, as against the delusive sophistries of new philosophies and mere material science. They have enabled me in following and studying the physical advancement of the past quarter of a century, to perceive in all the atoms, forms, and forces of nature and the phenomena of mind the truth and benignity of the great scheme of human redemption, which is founded on the veracity of Christ, and becomes, with relapsing years, ore beautiful with the white radiance of an ennobling spirituality.

In this intellectual stability — upon the rock of truth — is there not some compensation for the shortcomings of our daily conduct? Is this denied by the purist? Will he abide no deflection from the fixed right line of known duty” Ah It is much to know the line, even if one can not always walk to it lineally and uprightly.

Grace M. E. Sabbath school library was opened yesterday afternoon for the first time, and before the inroads were made was a pretty affair. Over three hundred volumes at a cost of about one hundred and seventy-five dollars, were purchased, and under the supervision of Will Ross, the library will doubtless preserve its fine appearance for a long time. (handwritten: 1879)

Well Done.

Grace church of this city has placed the top sheaf on their work, and can now look on their beautiful church edifice and home lie parsonage with a satisfied air, having yesterday met and lifted the last debt that was hanging over the property. The debt which was paid yesterday was principally due on the parsonage they purchased four years ago, which with the interest, had reached $4190.85. The ladies’ society of the church had $1,456.60 in their treasury, which they proposed to apply on the debt, provided the congregation would raise the balance. In addition to the above they raised $500 as a memorial fund to the late Mrs. A. N. Spahr, under whose leadership they were so successful in raising money. This left a balance of $2,234.25 for the congregation to raise. Dr. Pearne and the official board went to work on the fund and in a short time hand arrangements made to raise the balance, and a few weeks ago the matter was brought before the congregation and the amount pledged to be paid on August first. The subscribers came up promptly with their subscriptions, and by noon yesterday the amount was in bank ready to wipe out the debt.

The congregation met at three o’clock and after praying and signing for a short time, W. W. Wilson read the report, showing that the debt was cancelled and the church free. The congregation then sang “Praise God from whom all blessings flow,” and was dismissed.

The work accomplished by the congregation in the past seven years shows what a united and energetic congregation can accomplish. The church was begun in 1878 and completed in June, 1879. The entire cost of the building and furniture and the parsonage reached about $30,000. Add to this the current expenses of church and the benevolent contributions in the seven years, and it aggregates about $50,000. The congregation has raised the entire amount among its members with the exception of less that $1,000 that was contributed by persons of other churches. This is an average of $7,000. per year. When it is taken into consideration that the congregation is of moderate means, and the extent of the work accomplished by them alone, it demonstrates what sacrifice and love for the Christian church will do. The congregation now has one of the most handsome church properties in the state, and what is better still, it belongs to them. The ladies’ society of the church raised $6,113.30 of the amount. (Handwritten: Aug 6, 1885)

H. P. Espy has resigned his position as cashier of the Champaign National Bank, of Urbana. His declining health calling for rest after so many years of active service. W. R. Ross was appointed cashier for his successor. (Handwritten: June 18th ’86)

Mrs. John S. Leedom and daughter, Miss Louie, gave a tea to a number lady friends Thursday afternoon. During the reception, the ladies greatly enjoyed the privilege of some of Miss Leedom’s exquisite paintings in which she has some very elegant studies. (Handwritten: March 12, 1887)

Wm. R. Ross and wife to Mrs. Matilda Dye, lot in the city of Urbana, $2500. (Handwritten: March 1893)

THE REPUBLIC. (Newspaper name)

Saturday Evening, March 6

For special reasons we depart from our usual custom, and reprint a long obituary. Its subject, Miss IVVA BRAND, of Urbana, daughter of Mayor Brand, and sister of Mr. W. A. Brand one of the editors of the Citizen and Gazette, was a young lady of wonderful personal qualities. Unknown to herself, she was a leader in the great Temperance movement in Urbana last winter, and we sincerely believe that her whole souled interest in that work had much to do with the marked results of that movement. Indeed, at Urbana did what is known as the Crusade achieve its highest results. The deceases was first in the filed and last to leave it; and as she was well known in this city, and as the memoir, written by her brother, is well written, and intrinsically interesting, we copy it in full below:


Ivva Brand died at her home, Saturday evening, February 27, 1875, at the age of eighteen years and four months. She was the youngest daughter of Hon Joseph C. and Lavinia Brand, and the youngest child of a family of eleven.

Her experiences of the world were much beyond her years, and the finished education of her life was much brightened and made more effective to her purposes by contact with varied peoples and changing climes. An innate love of the Beautiful instructed her eyes and vision to the great works of art and the grand scenes of landscape and mountain and valley of Europe and America, expanded her mental powers to a high degree of cultivation. Modest and reserved in all things, her strength of character and mind was known only to her family and more intimate friends, though every acquaintance saw in her acts the thoughts of a most lovely child.

No subject of the world’s interest was ever brought to her notice upon which she did not form and express an opinion, and so clear, concise and rapid were her conclusions and decisions, that she seldom erred in these judgments. Always at an opportune moment were heard those opinions, which would frequently startle the minds of her friends, and always carried weight with them without the force of argument. Her mind was a true model of that perfection which may be attained by a strict discipline, self-imposed; for no restraint has ever been inflicted upon this, the youngest, loveliest, truest, and best.

Two great attributes attached themselves to her heart and made her magnet of love to all with whom he came in contact. These were: Affection for her family and love for her Heavenly Father. Never for a moment did she forget to pour out the quiet love of a heart brimming over with joy and gratitude and none could but feel it. Not demonstrative, but out of the eye and in the words carried the tell-tale story of her love and affection.

Under the light of a good mother’s example she grew into womanhood, and into conscious enjoyment of a Christian experience. She had no experiments, but walked the path of righteousness for her Master’s sake, and with a hope that fears not, faulters not; and needs no mercy. She suffered, and enjoyed the parallel between her sufferings and those that ended on the cross; and the soft, bright sunshine that fell upon her heart was always a clear token that God had proven her.

She had been an invalid nearly a twelvemonth, and exhibited throughout the time an unequaled degree of fortitude and patience. Never had she uttered a complaint, or murmured against the providence of God, in visiting pain upon her. She rejoiced in the promise here told:

In the furnace God may prove thee,

Thence to bring thee forth more bright,

But can never cease to love thee;

Thou are precious in His sight:

God is with the —

God, thine everlasting light!”

Death placed his icy finger upon her brow two days before the final dissolution, and while she knew he had claimed her for his own, in those slow and tiresome moments, her spirit was lead on, and on, to the supreme eminence of earthly glory — a triumphant victory over the shadows, and sorrows, and tears, of a death bed. Two days of sleeplessness, strength wasted with flesh, she grew weary, and wearied into exhaustion but uttered no murmur of complaint. Tired she wanted rest; but there was no sleep for her save in that sleep of death. There was constantly with her a greater presence than suffering, and her mind held and fed upon a greater philosophy than science can herald. Pain had forsaken her, and her only suffering was that terrible weariness. Out of this most horrible feeling she looked with clam and dignified composure, and sweetly said, “Christ suffered!”

Years ago she formed an idea that she had a mission to fulfill on earth, and it was consoling to her to believe it to be the care of her aged parents. During her protracted illness she had a strong faith in recovery, that her mission might be fulfilled. When she saw the approach of death, and felt the early hope of her mission fade away, she looked for other work that must have been appointed to her to accomplish in the end of her mission. Almost as the star in the east, her work rose up before her, and became as distinct upon the clear sky as was that star to the wise men, and she followed it.

Three weeks before, she had confided to her mother a message for one of her brothers — one who was out of the pale of church discipline and not devoted to active Christian duties of life. Friday evening, twenty-two hours before her death, she called for that brother and requested the message to be delivered. The brave, heart-wrung mother could not tell it there, and it was communicated in a distant room. This was the message: “How fondly she had loved the delaying brother; how her affection for him was stronger, more intense that for the others, because of solicitude; how an abiding faith in Christ had sustained her and comforted her throughout her affliction and made her lover her family and be good to them. And she asked him to seek and find and depend upon in every hour, that Christ who had given her such peace and such happy days.”

The brother came to her side with a heavy heart, for he loved her as his own soul, saying: “My darling Ivva, the message is delivered.” — “The promise!” — On the promise! — she cried. And fondly kissing her questioning face he gave her the promise. The face beamed with the glory of her joy — she looked angelic, as she gasped and gurgled out the words: “Thank you! Oh, tank God! Bless you, my dearest brother!” That joy was so awfully great to her that she trembled in every nerve, her eyes almost glittered with satisfaction,and a halo of magnificent beauty seemed to wreath her head as she called to her eldest brother, “Oh, Pray! Pray!” And the eldest knelt in the large circle around her bed and offered a beautiful prayer for her glory and for their trust. The she said, “Oh, you have made me so happy---you — and you — all — Oh, I feel like I could almost get well again.”

Steadily, through the long weary hours of night she approached the hour of departure. Each hour found her weaker, but the concentration of the great glory of her life grew more intense. At five o’clock Saturday evening, nothing remained of action but a clear voice, a clear intellect, and rapid respiration. When she could no longer find relief in caught, she said to their mother, “I can not breath — I must die!” Placing her hand on her throat, she asked Dr. Goddard, her attending physician, “What is this?” He said, “Ivva, you know you are dying, don’t you, dear?” She asked immediately, “How long?” Choking down the struggling emotions of his heart the Doctor said — “You’re almost home. It’s only a little while.”

Who of us is so brave, or who has the philosophy of science so true, as to receive that announcement without a tremor of fear? That child of Faith feared not, but smiling as one who ascends a throne to reign and govern, she raised her eyes to his and replied: “Thank you! Thank you! Bless the lord for rest!”

She had reached the summit of her greatness and she made her appointments composedly as one who sets her house in order. Nothing was forgotten in the hurry to death. Calling her physician she thanked him for his care and attention. Kind friends who during her sickness and in her last hours were with her ministering to her, were given her warm thanks and God’s blessing. One by one the family approached, and from each was exacted a promise to meet her in heaven. As she kissed her father, dearer to her than life itself, she said “don’t cry!” We’ll meet above!” Through is tears he answered, “Yes, daughter, you’re almost there.” One brother approached, and she made the wonderfully significant remark: “There is the One!” The youngest brother –in-law stooped and received a last word from her, kissed her fondly, bade her good-bye — and then she said, “My work is finished!” and looking up into her brave mother’s eyes, with a slight wave of her hand, sweeping the entire family gathered there, she continued — “My Mission! An unbroken family in Heaven!”

Her mission was accomplished un unutterable glory, and from the topmost height of spiritual greatness, she reached out her hands and was welcomed into Heaven. Christ had led her on.

“There have the souls of our beautiful ones gone,

Over the shadows of death’s river;

We shall behold them and call them our own,

Sharing their glories forever.

Many of our readers were acquainted with Miss Ivva Brand, (daughter of the Hon. Joseph C. Brand, of Urbana,) a very excellent and amiable young lady, who recently died, and they will read, with great interest a most touch memoir, written by her brother, (one of the of the Urbana Citizen and Gazette,) which we reprint in to-day’s paper. No one whether a friend or an utter stranger –can read the article without being greatly moved. The family of the deceased my feel assured of the affectionate and sympathizing remembrance of many friends here and elsewhere.

Death’s Doings

Miss Ivva Brand, youngest daughter of Hon. Joseph and Lavinia Brand, died at her home in Urbana, last Saturday evening, February 27th, after a long and painful suffering, in the 19 year of her age.

Ivva was the youngest of nine children, and perhaps, the most patient of them all, for she had been in poor health for several years. It is said that experiences of the world add much to the refinement of education and the teachings are such that it leaves an impressive stamp upon the mind, and brightens up the intellect; so with little Ivva.

She had been an attentive observer of all the notable things, both animate and inanimate — of this world, and her life study was to learn, not so much for her own good as the good of others, so that she could, at a glance, give an opinion worthy of the brightest consideration for the benefit of all with whom she become intimate.

She was a kind-hearted, gentle being; always ready to lend a helping hand to the poor and unfortunate; and giving advice with such earnesty of purpose and knowledge, that was remarkable for one so young. She was a great lover of her father, mother, brothers, and sisters, and her Heavenly Father.

She always, through life, though she had a special mission to perform; and, until within a few hours of her death, supposed it was to live to teach all to love and cherish, as she had learned to do; but her mission was to meet her own dear family around her death-bed and bid each one good-by, and ask them to meet her in Heaven.

Several years ago she, with her mother and an elders sister, embarked for Nuremburg, Bavaria, one other the German States, where her father was living; he being at the time United States Consul. When she arrived in that country she was to able to speak a work of the German language, but, in an incredible short time, she learned to speak, read and write the tongue. While there she formed a large acquaintance and made may friends. Now, that she has gone to her Heavenly home, let us profit by her example and finally meet her there.

Little Ivva! She is gone,

From earth her soul has risen —

To take her place with other friends,

Who dwell above in heaven.

Gentle and kindhearted,

With sympathy for all

“Don’t weep, I’m happy.

It is my Maker’s call.”

Her memory will be cherished

By friends here and abroad;

She’s gone away with angels to dwell,

Called by the voice of God.

Rest sweet angel one,

Free from sorrow and care;

Let us follow her example

And happily meet her there.

Mr. Wm. A. Brand, died yesterday evening at the residence of his father-in-law, Mr. J. Saxton, after a lingering illness, which he bore with great patience. For a week or ten day’s past his condition had greatly improved, and hopes were entertained of his recovery; but under a relapse a few days ago, with a new feature of disease, he has gradually sank, and expired as above stated, in the 42d year of his age.

For twelve or fourteen years, Mr. Brand was connected with the Citizen office, and did good service in the Republican cause being a pungent writer, until a few years ago, being disabled by disease, he was compelled to forego the active duties of office life. Mr. B. has a good war record, which we have not time to write up now, but will be given hereafter. He was one of the noble men of earth, generous to a fault, and was held in high esteem by all who knew him. At the time of his death he held the position of Postmaster of this city. Funeral at 10 o’clock Saturday morning.


W.A. Brand, who as was announced in last week’s issue of the Citizen died on Wednesday, May 14, 1879, was born in Union township, Champaign county, O., July 9, 1837.

At an early age he removed with is father’s family to Urbana, which continued to be his residence till death. He was educated at the public schools of this city and at the Ohio Wesleyan University at Delaware.

He studied law with col. John H. James, graduating at the Cincinnati Law School in the spring of 1858. Soon after he formed a partnership with the Hon. Moses B. Corwin which continued until the latter retired from practice on account of age.

July 12, 1859, he married to Miss Frances R. Saxton, who survives him.

He continued to practice law till September, 1861, when he enlisted in the 66th O.V. I. In January, 1862, he went with his regiment to the field and served in every campaign with his regiment as an enlisted man till 1864 when he accepted a commission as First Lieutenant and Regimental Quartermaster, having frequently declined promotion when previously tendered. He served during the war, resigning his commission only after the declaration of peace whilst his regiment lay at Washington awaiting transportation home.

In July, 1865, her purchased a half interest in the Citizen & Gazette and his connection therewith continued till February last, when he disposed of his interest to C. T. Jamieson, the present junior editor.

In January 1878, he was appointed Postmaster at Urbana by President Hayes an held that position till his death. He accepted this office in hopes of restoring his health which had been seriously impaired by too close confinement and overwork in his editorial duties.

He was a member if the I.O.O.F., of the I.O.R.M., of the K. of P., and of the O.U.A.M., whilst a lodge of that order existed here. In the Odd Fellows he took high rank, passing through all the offices of the Sub Lodge and Encampment and was Representative to the rand Lodge. In the Red Men he was Great Sachem, the highest office in the State organization, and for several years past was Representative to the U. S. Great Council. His genial disposition and admitted ability won him many friends in these orders, as was amply attested by the many telegrams and letters of condolence received from various points after his death.

Such are some of the leading incidents in the life of one who filled a large space in the esteem of this community. In giving an estimate of his character, it is difficult for one who knew him as well and intimately as the writer, to give him just mead of praise without seeming to indulge in fulsome panegyric.

In his domestic relations, which after all best reveal the real man, he was conspicuously a model. His affection for the various members of his father’s family, more especially for his mother, was proverbial. His lover for his wife was in the highest degree tender and chivalrous and their union was one of such rare felicity and happiness as to attract attention and remark from all.

As a friend he was true and generous to a fault, always to be relied upon in storm as well as in sunshine. A man of most positive characteristics, he extended to all, the privileges he claimed for himself. A warm, decided and active Republican, he never allowed political differences to engender ill feeling, or to interfere In the slightest with his personal or social relations. Said, since his death, one of the most decided, active Democratic leaders, “In the midst of the most excited and bitter contests, when almost every one seemed ready to cut my throat he was my true friend.” A Republican from conviction, and feeling that he was thus laboring to save that for which our armies had fought, whilst giving stalwart blows in legitimate contest, he never degenerated into abuse or personalities. Nor would he allow others to use the Citizen as an organ of personal spite. Relentlessly would he weed out any exhibition of personal malice from the articles of correspondents. And he did this too when influential party leaders wrathfully insisted upon an opposite course and when it required no small degree of stamina to refuse. No slight praise this, at a time when so many publishers yield to the temptation to render their papers spicy ad piquant by dragging into their columns private affairs, no matter whom or how deeply it wounds. He introduced steam presses and made the job department of the Citizen superior to any in the west, outside of the great cities, attracting a large amount of work from abroad, much of it of the highest style of the art.

For those who went forth to battle for their country he entertained a warmth of regard an esteem amounting almost to affection, and his seem to increase rather than diminish with the passing years. No effort or sacrifice in their behalf was to great. With great perseverance and labor he compiled a record of those from this county, who fell in war for their country, and his strenuous efforts by extensive correspondence and travel to gather materials for the completion of a long cherished purpose to write a history of the campaigns in which he participated; in order to correct some false history already written,, had much to do in hastening his death. But one of the contemplated series, an account of the campaign in Shenandoah Valley, had been written and published, which was said by a General engaged therein to the finest and best description yet give. Had he lived to complete this purpose, the “truth of history’ would have received valuable additions from his hand and some laurels now falsely worn would have been place upon other brows.

His generosity was unbounded, never refusing an application for charity, not even making an inquiry as to whether its object was worthy, his theory being to give always, lest, perchance, the most worthy might at times be refuse. To one of our grocers he has, within the course of a few years past, paid hundreds of dollars for provisions which he ordered sent to the needy of all creeds, colors, and nationalities. Thus did he fulfill the injunction, “Let no thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.”

He was always the advocate of wise and enlarged plans for the improvement of our city, and no worthy public enterprise lacked his aid and approval. In his death we have lost one of our most public-spirited an valuable citizens whose place will be hard to fill.

For several years past he has suffered greatly from disease, which he bore not merely uncomplainingly, but with a resolute determination and continuance at duty amount to heroism. He died in full trust in the atonement of his Savior.

Of the esteem in which he’s was held, the large concourse at his burial gave conclusive proof, and hundreds felt as they followed his remains to our beautiful resting place for the dead, that they had lost a personal friend and society a benefactor. Thus has passed away in the prime and vigor of manhood one who, had his life been spared, would have adorned a still high sphere in our state and national councils, for which his character and ripening abilities so well fitted him.

In concluding this slight tribute we can not refrain from expressing the hope that the sincere sympathy of our whole community, freely extended to him in this sad affliction, may serve to soften the grieve of the bereaved wife and family.



Last Saturday morning friend and relatives gathered at the residence of Mr. Joshua Saxton to bid a last farewell to him whose death was felt by all as a bereavement, and to accompany the remains to their last resting place. The funeral services began at 10 o’clock by prayers by different pastors of the city, followed by a sermon and sketch of the life of Mr. Brand by Rev. David Warnock. The services being concluded, the obsequies were then conducted by the Order of Red Men, and the escort was formed in the following order:

Addison Cornet Band;

Launcelot Lodge, Knights of Pythias;

Urbana Guards, Co. B, 7th Reg’t. O.N.G.;

Sixty-sixth O.V.V.I. Association;

Urbana Lodge No. 46, I.O.O.V., of which

Deceased was Past Worth Grand;

Champaign Encampment No. 29;

Minneola Tribe, I.O.R.M.;

Great Council, I.O.R.M.;


With the following pall-bearers attendant; Great Council, I.O.R.M, Past Grand Sachems Samuel Ross, of Columbus, J.H. Hart, Cincinnati; Minneola Tribe, I.O.R.M., S.L.P. Stone, D.W. Happersett; Urbana Lodge, I.O.O.F. Griffith Ellis and E. A. Hill; Champaign Encampment, W.K. Patrick, O.H. Barber; Launcelot Lodge, K.P., Hon. T.A. Cowgill, G.M. Eichelberger; Sixty-six O.V.I. General Eugene Powell and Col Jno. T. Mitchell, Besides these, the several Orders of the city were accompanied by a large number of visitors from the various lodges of this vicinity, and the display was perhaps the finest ever witnessed in this city since the war, if it was even equaled then. The record of the deceased as a brave soldier, a sagacious politician, a brilliant writer, a public-spirited man, an active and valuable member of every order which he adorned by his presence, his great heart and silent but never ceasing, never failing, charity, brought forth funeral honors seldom witnessed or more deserved.

Among the prominent members of the Red Men present we noticed Great Sachem A.G. Berhard, of Springfield; Great Senior Sagamore C.W. Church of Piqua; Great Keeper of the Forest, C.C. Field, of Springfield; Past Grand Senior Sagamore Geo. W. Collins of Chicago.

It was nearly noon before the procession began its march to the Cemetery, and the crowded streets bore evidence that the central figure, though cold and dead, was one whose life work had occupied no mean place in the world’s history, and whose works and memory were not confined with his marble clay.

At the grave Past Sachem P. Sheeder and Geo. T. Seibert, Sachem of Minneola Tribe, read the solemn services of the Order of Red Men, an ode was sung by the members of the I.O.O.F., the sprig of evergreen was dropped upon the casket, the benediction was pronounced, and there we left him, amid the birds, and the sunshine, and rejoicing nature, to awake in immortality and in the perfect image of his Creator. And as the large throng turned away, the chords of every heart were touched deeply with sympathy for the widow so unutterably bereaved; but that sympathy was beautifully tinged with solemn, holy joy, for she mourned not without hope, but one whose

“Live was gentle and the elements

So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up

And say to all the world, this was a man.”


Action in Regard to the Death of William A. Brand

At a meeting of the members of the Bar of Champaign county, held on Tuesday evening, May 15th, to take action in regard to the death of Wm. A. Brand, General John H. Young was appointed Chairman, and D. McDonald Secretary.

Appropriate and eloquent remarks, expressing appreciation of the character of Mr. Brand, as a student, a lawyer, a soldier, a patriot, an editor, a neighbor and a citizen were made by Gen. J.H. Young, Col. W. R. Warnock, H. T. Niles, T. D. Crow, John S. Leedom, Levi Geiger, Hon. J. F. Gowey, Frank V. Sowles, G. M. Eichelberger and James Taylor; after which the following resolutions reported by a committee previously appointed by the meeting were adopted:

The members of the Bar of Champaign county having met to express our regard for Wm. A. Brand, hereby tender to his wife and relatives our sympathy, and express our high appreciation of his character as an honorable member of the bar, an earnest supporter of his country, and as a man of unswerving fidelity in his friendships.

Mr. Brand’s early career at the bar was an earnest of success should he have chosen to devote his life to our profession,and his history, and success since arrant us in recalling with pleasure that he was at one time a member of and educated in our profession.

As further testimonial of our regard it is resolved that a copy of these resolutions and proceedings be entered upon the records of the court, and furnished to the city papers for publication.

John S. Leedom, Com.

G.M. Eichelberger, Com.

After which the meeting adjourned.

John H. Young, Chairman

D. McDonald, Secretary

We mourned the loss of our deceased brother W. A. Brand when he retired from the office of the CITIZEN AND GAZETTE, but now that he has been taken from us so that we shall not see his bright countenance no more here upon earth, nor receive from him that warm greeting with which he always greeted his friends, we mourn him with feelings that can only be counseled with the assurance that we will meet him beyond the river, where partings and sorrows never enter.



Reunion at Mechanicsburg.

The reunion of the Sixty-sixth O.N.G. at Mechanicsburg, on Tuesday, was one of the best of late years. Every one present enjoyed himself, and many comrades met for the first time since the war closed.

The regular proceedings we give below as the most satisfactory account that could be rendered.

In the evening Hon. Charles Foster addressed a large crowd in front of the Darby House, the speech being only moderately political in view of the circumstances. After Mr. Foster’s speech the Town Hall was soon filled with auditors eager to hear General Kennedy’s oration. Of this able effort everyone spoke in the highest terms, and we are pleased to announce that it will appear in full in the CITIZEN AND GAZETTE next week. The singing by the glee club was timely and well received, and added to the exercises.


The Sixty-sixth regiment I>V>I> met in the armory of Company H, Seventh regiment, O>N>G>, in Mechanicsburg, August 2, and under the escort of that company marched to the Central Ohio Fair Grounds. On arriving at the grounds, John T. Mitchell, President of the Association, called the audience to order, and Chaplain W. R. Parsons offered up a prayer. Minutes of last reunion read and approved. The chair then appointed committees on nominations and resolutions and also a committee to report resolutions expressive our loss occasioned by the death of comrade William A. Brand. Dinner being announced, the association adjourned to the tables, loaded with such a repast as the ladies of Goshen only can give. After a short time spent in hand shaking among the veterans, the association again assembled at the stand, when letters of regret from general E. B. Tyler, Colonel Candy, James Williams, Captain C. W. Kellogg, Captain M.L. Shaw and others were read. The committee on resolutions reported the following which were adopted.

Resolved, that we hereby tender our heartiest thanks to the ladies of Mechanicsburg and of Goshen township for their cordial manifestation of interest in our third annual reunion, and for the bountiful repast they have prepared and so well served, we tender them our warmest thanks. With the usual vanity of men, we regard ourselves well qualified to pass judgment upon a good dinner, well served, and we enter as our unanimous verdict that the ladies of old Goshen have covered themselves with glory. By the memories of old times in the service, and in the enjoyment of our present surrounds, we join in saying that we find here the same spirit that prevailed in ’61 — the purpose and spirit to give us the best at their command.

Resolved, That were hereby return thanks to the corporate authorities of Mechanicsburg for the use of the City Hall, and also tender our hearty acknowledgments to the members of Bates’ Silver Cornet Band, or their music, and to the officers and members of Company H, Seventh Regiment Ohio National Guards, for their escort and attentions. By their soldierly bearing we recognize their readiness to meet the call of duty promptly.

Respectfully submitted,

W. A. Sampson

W. McAdams

Wm. Hamilton

The committee on nominations respectfully report the following officers for the ensuing year, which was adopted:

President- Thomas McConnell.

Vice President – William McAdams

Secretary – T. G. Kellar (Keller)

Treasuer – W. W. Wilson

Executive Committee – John T. Mitchell

C. W. Guy

W. Hamilton

Chaplain, for life – W. R. Parsons

We would also offer the following resolutions:

That the thanks of the association are due and are hereby tendered the retiring officers.

L. W. Smith, Chairman

The committee on the death of W. A. Brand submitted the following report, which was adopted:

WHEREAS, It has pleased Almighty God, the Commander-in-Chief of the nations and people of the earth, to call from time to eternity our beloved comrade, W. A. Brand, and

WHEREAS, Very much of the success of the meetings of this association is due to the labors of our beloved comrade in preparing a list of names with the place of residence of each, thereby making it possible to communicate with each one officially; and further, that he has collected and arranged material in preparation of the history of our rights, therefore, be

Resolved, First — That we will remember with grateful emotion the past services of our comrade during the war and his devotion to the welfare and comfort of the memberships of the regiment while serving in his official capacity as Quartermaster, ceasing not with the time that we ceased to be soldiers, but continued while he lived, as shown by his labors.

Second — that we offer to his bereaved family the deepest sympathy which a soldier’s heart can feel, giving them our testimony that his soldierly bearing, gentlemanly conduct and brotherly solicitude were ever the characteristics of Comrade Brand.

Third — That we will cherish his memory, and endeavor to so order our lives that when the Death Sergeant shall call our names we may answer “Here!” ever ready and good soldiers to assume any duty assigned us, hoping that at the final muster of the “quick and the dead” we shall be found with our knapsacks packed with the robes of righteousness, our haversacks filled with the bread of life, our canteens filled with water from that “stream whose gentle flow supplies the city of our God.” We shall meet, not only Comrade Brand, but all others who have gone before, and pitching our tents upon the eternal camping ground, to be disturbed no more by calls to arms, but in the presence of our Grand Commander shall enjoy a grand soldiers’ reunion forever.

Fourth — That a copy of these resolutions be furnished the papers of the county for publication,and a copy signed by the Secretary and President of this association be presented to Mrs. W. A. Brand, and one to the family of our comrade, Joseph C. Brand.

Respectfully submitted,

John R. Clayton

C. W. Guy

Robert Crocket


Of the Champaign County Reporters’ Re-Union

URBANA, O., Jan. 24, 1880.

At 11 a.m. seventeen reporters reported at the Weaver house, and shortly after repaired to the parlor, and were called to order by the chairman, Specs. Jr., After a short speech from the chair, stating the object of the meeting and the interest heretofore manifested by the reporters, it was though best to proceed to the nomination of officers. On motion, a committee of three were appointed to nominate officers for the coming year, the present officers to hold their respective places until the close of today’s proceedings. On motion a committee of three, consisting of Messrs. Dr. Hunt, F.M. McAdams, and J. W. Carson, were appointed to draft resolutions appropriate to the death of Mr. W.A. Brand, and the retirement of our time honored friend, Mr. Joshua Saxton, both events having taken place since our last re-union.

The committee on resolutions reported the following, which were adopted:


WHEREAS, Since our meeting of a year ago Providence, always wise and inscrutable in His dealings with men, has removed from among us by death’s relentless hand our esteemed friend and brother, W.A. Brand; and ; which we bow in sorrowful submission, we would

Resolve 1st, That, in the death of Wm. A. Brand the press of the west loses one of his ablest editors, society one of its brightest ornaments and our association one of its first and most valued members

Resolved, That we recognize in his life, deeds and character the footprints of true greatness, and we shall ever cherish his memory and strive to imitate his virtues.

Resolved, That in Joshua Saxton, late senior editor of the CITIZEN AND GAZETTE, we recognize a pioneer in the art that preserves arts, and in his retirement to private life we wish him a good and cloudless evening and endorse the public verdict of “well done.”

On motion the meeting adjourned to meet again on the fourth Saturday of January, 1881.

Meeting closed with prayer by Rev. E. A. Stone

E. A. Stew, ART, Sec.

Brand Whitlock is visiting J. R. Ross. (handwritten: Dec. 29(?) ’89)

Last Monday Morning little Anna, infant daughter of J.F. Brand, after an illness of about ten days, passed from a world of pain to him who said “Suffer the little children to come unto me.” The parents have the deep sympathy of their many friends who yet feel solemn joy that she is not lost, but transplanted to a fairer garden.

Howells is one of our most refined and elegant dramatic writers and “The Elevator” is one the best things he ever produced. Get your tickets early before they are all sold.


Mr. EDITOR: — Will you permit an old patron to say in your issued that the CITIZEN found it’s way to our humble dwelling nearly from its birth, and was always received gratefully? To the retiring editor such complimentary notice of the able management of said paper is no doubt gratifying.

But though well done, yet there is something painfully pleasing in the necessity to retire, life’s labor being over because of want of ability to perform. The closing of a great enterprise is interesting. When Washington disbanded his military companions, the warrior became a child as he bid adieu to his men in soiled garments, and they all wept as children.

Dekalb, the noble Frenchman, accepted a captaincy under Arnold, the traitor, and he cautioned his (Arnold’s) imprudence in over marching his men, and was charged by Arnold with cowardice. Dekalb retorted by saying it would be seen who would be a coward. He dismounted his horse, met the enemy at the front of his men, lost his life, and was buried at Camden. Washington, on looking at the grave said, while tears furrowed down his cheeks, Here lies the generous stranger who came to fight our country’s battles.

Although brought to this country among the Indians and denied the advantages of an education, yet my contributions to the CITIZEN were so corrected as to become readable, I believe. I wish to say of William and Frank Brand, one dead, the other living — how many times I have been delighted by their genial faces as I met them in their offices as editors. I feel a regard for Frank next to my own family, and feel a deep interest in his future.

What will be the character of our admirable CITIZEN in the future? Will the same sagacity and moral tone characterize its future? May we feel prompted by the poor boys of the army that inspired the courage expressed in the song, “We’ll rally round the flag, boys?” May success be heralded along the lines of the future of the old CITIZEN!

Though older than my friend Saxton, I am compelled to lay off life’s heavy toil. We bid each other adieu in our passed relation. Let us bear our individual conditions as cheerfully as we c an, hoping to greet each other many times this side of the river.

Farewell my old friend! W.H.

The incident that happened at the depot, on Mr. Blain’s visit to Urbana, as published in the paper, were the old Irish lady took him by the hand, and said, “Mr. Balin, God bless you, and may you get there,” is received with great favor by the press of the country, and is being widely circulated every where. The last notice appears in the Bloomington Leader, where Frank Brand is engaged.

W.R. Ross has returned from a short visit with his sister at Chicago. (Handwritten: Jan 4, “87)

OCTOBER 29, 1892

From the Kenton Republican we learn that Rev. Dr. Whitlock has been regularly installed in the M.E. church of that city, and his first sermon preached Sunday, October 16th, being listened to by a large audience all of whom were greatly pleased with his eloquence. He has moved his family to that city and they are now at home in the Kenton parsonage---[Logan County Index.

Rev. Whitlock is well known in this city, he being a son-in-law of Mr. Joseph C. Brand, Sr. and a brother-in-law of Editor Brand, of the Index.

W. A. Brand, Postmaster of this city, died last evening after several months’ illness. He will be missed much in the community, having been a man of great public spirit and generosity. He was during the war, a soldier, holding the position of Lieutenant in the 66th Ohio, and served more than four years. During that time he made a reputation as a war correspondent over the nom de plume of “D. N. Arbaw,” and has since given much attention to writing reminiscences and collations of war history. Since 1865, and until February last, he was part owner and editor of the Citizen and Gazette. He was a Past Great Sachem and Great Representative of the Improved Order of Red Men, Past Grand and Past Patriarch of the Odd Fellows and Past Chancellor of the Knights of Pythias. It is expected that the Great Council will attend the funeral which takes place on Saturday morning at 10 o’clock. (Handwritten: Cic (Cin/Cir) Gazette.

Mr. W. A. Talbott, of Barnesville, Belmont county, Ohio, is visiting his son, George, of the DALY CITIZIEN reportorial staff.

Ed J. Davies, of Chicago, stopped over in Urbana yesterday, to spend the Fourth with his grandfather, P. B. Ross and other friends.

John R. Ross left Wednesday morning for Toledo, where he was joined by Brand Whitlock for a trip to Detroit. (handwritten: -89)

A telegram was received this morning from Chicago, announcing the sudden death of Carrie, eldest daughter of W. J. and Annie J. Davies, of that city, and granddaughter of P. B. Ross, Esq., of Urbana. The deceased was taken ill on Sunday afternoon, and died after only ten hours sickness. The remains will arrive in Urbana tomorrow morning and the funeral take place from the residence of Mr. Ross, on East court street, at 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

The remains of Miss Carrie Davies arrived from Chicago this morning, and were taken to the residence of her grandfather, P. B. Ross, on East Court street. The funeral took place from his residence this afternoon at 3 o’clock, the services being conducted by Rev. Dr. Pearne of Grace church, interment at Oak Dale cemetery.


TOLEDO, O., MAY 13 — Special to the Scripps League] — Rev. Dr. E. D. Whitlock, pastor of St. Paul’s M.E. church, this city, and one of the leading Methodist divines in Ohio, created a sensation in his sermon yesterday by using language similar to that of Bishop Potter at the centennial sermon in New York. He said that patriotism is being prostituted for party spoils; that gold had paved the way to Congress, to the Senate, to the cabinet, and even to the presidency. He said to a correspondent that Vice President Morton had undoubtedly purchased his way to office by his wealth, and that Postmaster General Wanamaker’s money had given him his position, although Wanamaker did not contribute it for that purpose.



The Death angel is busy now in Urbana. Misfortunes are said to come in threes and three prominent families have been stricken within three days. Mr. Todd Keller was a quaint, genial personality and had an army of friends. His death will be universally regretted. He was prominent in Grand Army, Church, and political circles and his friends, especially the companions of his life as a soldier, will deplore his unexpected and sudden demise. His death was preceded by that of Mr. Fuller and followed by that of Mrs. W. R. Ross. These afflictions cover the community as with a shroud and are portentous reminders of the uncertainties of human life. Our sympathies are with the bereaved households. May the stricken wife and children, the bereaved husband, and the lonely sister be sustained and comforted by the sympathy and support of neighbors and friends.

Cast of Characters

The following is the cast of characters in the entertainment at Lyceum Hall tonight in “The Elevator:”

Mrs. Roberts, The hostess…Miss Nellie Mitchell

Mrs. Miller, “A victim of the Green-eyed Monster”…Miss White

Mrs. Crawshaw, Aunt Mary…Rebecca Hunter

Mrs. Curwen, “A woman of the period.”…Miss Gertrude James

Miss Lawton, a Guileless Maiden…Miss McFarland

Mr. Bemis, ‘When I was in Europe”…Prof. Williams

Dr. Lawton, a general Practitioner…Mr. Nye

Mr. Roberts, “Only the Husband of the Hostess”…Mr. Allison

Lieutenant Miller, the leader of the Expedition…Mr. James

Mr. Curwen, “Who also has a foible”…Mr. Bob Kirby

Mr. Campbell “My Wife’s brother”…Mr. Patrick

Young Mr. Bemis, with a predilection for Miss Lawton…Mr. Ross

Elevator Boy…Mr. Cramer

Ladies! — If you want the Best Style, Hand Welt or Turn, French kid Button boot, go to Roberts.” Sept25tf

(Handwritten: Friday, Dec. 3, 1886)


Social Events of Urbana’s Elite during the past week, in detailed description.


Society is on the tiptoe of expectation in regard to an entertainment to be given in K.P. Hall on next Wednesday afternoon. The invitation is for a melodrama, which is something new for Urbana and promises to be very pleasing. The hostesses are Mesdames W. R. Ross; C. A. Ross and F. S. Ross (Handwritten: Mrs. Etta O’kane in Times Citizen, Sept. 30, 1905

The ladies of Grace Church are invited to a special meeting Friday afternoon at 2 o’clock at the parsonage.


The social event of the past week was the reception given, Tuesday afternoon by Mrs. C.A. Ross at her home on west Reynolds street. Mrs. Ross was assisted in receiving the one hundred and fifty friends who called, by her daughter, Mrs. F. W. Arnold, Bellefontaine, in compliment to whom the guests were entertained. The hostess’ mother, Mrs. Lavinia Brand, was also honored by the company, and many of her old time friends were present to share with her the joys of the ninetieth anniversary of her birth. That birthday had been the subject of though and preparation on the daughter’s part, form many months past, and all things seemed to untied to make it a joyous day. The air was soft with spring sunshine, enabling the older ladies to be present; the guests include young girls as well as society women, and young and old surrounded the group of grandmothers to tell them how ell they carried their years — the result of long practice perhaps. The old home too, claimed its share of attention, for it was bright with multitudes of spring flowers, a foretaste of Easter fragrance and beauty. Delicious refreshments were served to the guests, they being seated in sociable circles through the rooms, and enjoying a pleasant hour while being served. Mrs. J. C. Brand, Jr., of Bellefontaine and Mrs. E. D. Whitlock of Defiance were out of town guests.

Immediately following the reception, the members of the large family connection were entertained at dinner by Mr. and Mrs. Ross, in their mother, Mrs. Brand’s honor. It was a home gathering of children, and grandchildren, and great grandchildren and those present will never forget that virtuous woman’s face, as, one by one, her children arose up and called her blessed. (Handwritten: 1903)


In His Young Manhood

Returns in Old Age for His Entombment

There will arrive here Tuesday morning from La Grange, Ills., a suburb of Chicago, the remains of William J. Davis (Davies), a person almost unknown to our citizens today, but one who in the preceding generation was widely known and greatly loved.

He died at La Grange, July second, after a short illness, at the age of 63 years.

He was married in 1866 to Ann Jane, daughter of the late Philander B. Ross, of this city. His wife and two sons survive him. He removed with his young family in 1871 to Chicago, and witnessed in his 33 years residence there the sevenfold growth in that time, of that most marvelous of cities.

The funeral services and burial will be at Oak Dale Cemetery at ten o’clock Tuesday morning. (Hand written: July 3, 1904)


Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Ross are celebrating their wedding anniversary today by entertaining a family party at their home on Miami street. It is the twenty-fifth return of their wedding day and the relatives are asked to dine with them this evening. The family circle is a large and pleasant one, including Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. John R. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. F. W. Arnold, C. A. Ross, Jr., and Mrs. Anna Davies of Chicago. Regrets were received from Mr. and Mrs. A.P. Ross. Mr. and Mrs. Albert Ross, and Coleman B. Ross of Columbus, and Miss Schrader of Columbus., and Miss Gertrude Ring were special guests. A wedding feast, such a would have been served, twenty-five years ago will be the feature of the evening, and the old fashioned supper and old fashioned good time will be enjoyed Mr. and Mrs. Ross will be assisted in doing the honors of the home by their mother, Mrs. Malinda Colwell, their daughters Lucile Ross and their son. Mr. Calvin Ross of Springfield.



A party for our very tiny society men was given at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Patrick, Friday afternoon when Master Harold Patrick was host to a dozen of his friends. Harold was celebrating his fifth birthday, and shared the good times and the good things to eat, which the anniversary brought, with “the boys.” The children who went to the party were: Richard Brand, Reynolds Ross, Donald hunter, Harold Nichols, Warren Sullivan, Lee Dimond, Helen Patrick, Robert Patrick, John Mosgrove, Robert Hearn and the little brother of Master Harold’s Edward Patrick. Pretty birthday gifts were brought, and every one had a merry afternoon at the birthday party.

Fully three hundred shouting exultant people were at the Pennsylvania depot Friday afternoon at four o’clock word having been received during the day that President Roosevelt and his party would pass through the city in a special train at that hour. The train was due to leave Columbus at 3:05 and was scheduled to arrive in this city at 3:37. It was running on schedule time at the second section of No. 7 and just to the minute the train came whistling down through the yards under a full head of steam. At the Ward street crossing a party of eleven children, Harold Patrick’s birthday guests, were waiving and the President appeared and waved to them, the children responding with hurrahs. The President then reentered his train but it was not more than a minute until he came out again.

As the train neared the crowd at the Pennsylvania depot the President was seen wending his way from the interior of the car to the rear platform. He was soon in full view and then the enthusiasm of those present could be restrained no longer and cheer after cheer rent the air. Democrats vied with Republicans in the demonstration and it was not a few who walked away from the depot with sore throats.

The President was attired in black cutaway coat and wore gray trousers. He assumed that attitude, left hand in his trousers pocket, which is characteristic of him. Wit his right had he waved to the crowd until the train rounded the curve west of the depot. One great, broad smile covered his face and it never left while he was in sight. He was evidently pleased with the outpouring of citizens.

The train was in charge of Conductor Johnson and Engineer Frost while Road master of Engines John Pontius of the Pennsylvania, was sitting on the fireman’s seat pulling the bell rope. The train was made up of one baggage car, a diner, two sleepers and a parlor car, the latter in the rear with an observation apartment.

Those in the party with the President were Mrs. Roosevelt, Miss Alice Roosevelt, Mr. and Mrs. Douglass Robins, Secretary, and Mrs. Loeb, Surgeon General Rixey, of the Navy, M.O. Latta, of the executive office and several representatives of the press associations.

FEBRUARY 28, 1903


So gay and giddy are the older ladies of our community becoming, that one of their festive occasions is reported each week. They seem to have a better time at their parties than the younger people do, at least they have more to tell us, and are more pleased at the prospect, and more interested in the retrospect than their own grandchildren would be. It may be that they have lived long enough to know that social giving and taking may be made of one of the best things in life if entered into with the right spirit. And so, we are not surprised to hear of the very pleasant afternoon, which Mrs. John R. Ross arranged for some of her mother’s friends to enjoy, last Tuesday. It was called a widow’s party, and almost everyone of the thirty women present was a widow. Mrs. Spain and Mrs. Ross, received their guests with their usual cordiality, and the home radiated its air of good cheer, and everyone was made to realize the best of good times. Sweet smelling posies brightened the rooms and when the afternoon luncheon was served, ten of the older women were seated together at a long table. These were Mrs. Rhodes, Mrs. Chance, Mrs. Hubbell, Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Ward, Mrs. Hitt, Mrs. Ellis, Mrs. Hovey, Mrs. Rinz (?), and Mrs. Spain. Little Reynolds Ross was the only man present, and he very gallantly and gracefully handed the ladies the tiny flags which were given as souvenirs.

Mr. and Mrs. John R. Ross and Master Reynolds Ross left Urbana Wednesday, for Alderson, Virginia, where they will camp in the mountains for a month. (Handwritten: Wednesday, Aug 2nd, 1905)



Mr. and Mrs. John Ro Ross left this afternoon for Alderson, West Virginia, where they will probably remain about a month. They will spend most of the time in the mountains of that section camping out in this manner Mr. Ross not only anticipates a pleasant vacation, but expects to return greatly improved in health.

MONDAY, JUNE 12, 1905



Appropriate Celebration of Children’s Day on Sunday by Urbana Churches.

Children’s Day services were held yesterday in many of Urbana’s churches and those who were on the streets early in the forenoon were greeted by the sign of hundreds of children trooping to their respective churches and with nappy faces and carrying flowers and emblems. Despite the threatening weather the exercises were largely attended and they were of unusual interest.

At Grace Church

At the Grace Methodist church the following members of the Sunday school took part in the service either with song or recitation: Edna Williams, Reynolds Ross, Anna Belle Powell, Ola and Dora Turner, Bonita Huston, Cecil Shook, Harold Patrick, Gladys Weirman, Florence O’Rourke, Robert Patrick, Gladys Amerine, Edith Dunning, Phillis Ireland, Ethel Zehring and Helen Pickering.

Mrs. O’Brine “At Home”

The hospitality of the O’Brine home was extended to a company numbering about forty guests Thursday afternoon when Mrs. David O’Brine and Miss Weaver were at home to their friends. Flinch proved an agreeable pastime and the several tables had a merry time at the progressive form of the game. Master Reynolds Ross was the man of the occasion, and he proved himself a gallant courtier., attending upon the ladies’ wishes and keeping the tally score. A two course hot supper was served and proved very gratifying on that cold winter afternoon.

In 1825 the legislature passed an act authorizing Judge John Reynolds of Urbana to drain Dugan Prairie, which he accomplished in a short time at great expense and by this means became the benefactor of around. The people in that neighborhood have suffered but little with fever and ague since then, though it occurred every summer previous to that time. When emigrants from the old state began to settle and make improvements around him, and Pere could see the light of the other fires in the “clearing” at night, and hear the sound of the woodman’s axe and maul by day, he concluded it was time for him to hunt a new home as game was getting somewhat scarce. He accordingly packed up his traps and accompanied by his wife, children and dogs, he wended his way to the north and located near the head of Scioto river, where he ended his days. It was his custom after he left here to visit Urbana at least once a year, to dispose of his furs and skins, and as Judge Reynolds had become the owner of his old home, he always expected him to pay some rent, which was cheerfully done, and a pound of “pigtail” tobacco or a calico dress pattern for his youngest papoose was usually given by the Judge, and thankfully received by Pere and ample satisfaction. Many amusing anecdotes of Dugan were related by the early settlers who knew him, one of which I will give:

He once purchased a bag of cornmeal from John Taylor, at his mill on King’s Creek, and as he had no horse of his own, Mr. Taylor kindly offered him the use of one to carry his meal home. The horse was a small one named Gopher. Pere thankfully accepted the offer, and after taking an earnest look, first at gopher, then at the bag of meal, then at himself, he concluded that it would be impossible for the horse to carry both him and the bag of meal, and being impressed with the belief that “a merciful man will be merciful to his beast,” he took the gag of meal upon his own shoulder and deliberated leading Gopher back to a stump, he mounted his bare back, saying as he did so that “he could carry the bag of mean and the horse could carry him.” And in this way he rode home.


And in this connection one other individual deserves to be noticed, for the valuable services he bestowed during all the war, in aiding the government by advancements of money and means when her treasury was greatly depleted and waited to the return for such advancement until she was able to refund: he was actuated in his course entirely through patriotism as a private individual, not as a public functionary: many poor destitute soldiers would have had to have gone into winter service destitute of blankets and other indispensable articles promotive of comfort, had it not been for the kind interposition of his patriotic soul. John Reynolds was the man whose acts I have attempted to describe. Mr. Reynolds well deserves this tribute, and aside from those acts. Urbana owes him a debt of gravitated for his devotion to her interests during a long life of usefulness: he indeed contributed greatly in building up the interest of both town and country, and his name should be cherished in Urbana as a household souvenir. (Handwritten: “From early history of Champaign County, War of 1812, Great Great Grandfather of Reynolds Spain Ross.)

Christmas Exercises Are Given in Which the Children Have a Principal Part.

The various Sunday schools of the city held Christmas exercises Sunday, and many excellent programs were rendered.

At the Grace church one of the best numbers on the program was a recitation rendered by four little fellows, Harold Patrick, Robert Patrick, Reynolds Ross and Maynard Sullivan. This number turned out to be more like a comedy quartette and made an immense hit with those present.

At the Presbyterian church the anthems rendered were one of the features of the program. The work of the Boys’ Brigade was also wee received.

At the other churches of the city interesting programs of song and recitations were given by the children and older members of the Sunday schools. (Handwritten – 1905)

At the High School — Longfellow’s Birthday.

We have grown accustomed to expect from the pupils of our High school faultless execution of whatever they undertake. The management of the school is so excellent, and the work done there so efficient, and yet we were impressed yesterday with what we must term the “culture” of the entertainment. While all their publics are superior, certainly the character of this last poet’s hour marks it even higher than any before given.

The tone and bearing of the school was very impressive. The perfect deportment of the pupils — no restlessness — a deportment their elders may well emulate — their respectful and interested attention — the appreciation of the high sentiments of our poet manifested in their attentive faces — their evident sympathetic enjoyment of the success of their friends on duty — in short, the spirit of the school was so in accord with the spirit of the hour, that is clearly demonstrated to all present that our young people are securing from their school many things not put down in books — advantages that only the best instructors and most cultured scholarship and associations can impart.

The room was tastefully decorated with pictures and flowers. The blackboards displayed choice quotations from Longfellow, and the program of the afternoon. Part of the decorations of the boards was the handiwork of Miss Maggie Stone and Messrs Ross and Heiserman. Over a portrait of Longfellow two palm leaves were crossed and tied with the National colors, and beneath it, on a pedestal was a beautiful vase filled with calla lilies and ferns.

A pleasant feature of the entertainment was the return of the alumni to add their tribute to the “Sweetest of all Singers.” Mrs. Max Ross sang “The Day is Done.” In excellent voice and with great feeling. Miss Louise Stone carried her audience with her in her tender rendition of “Sandalphon.” Love for Alma Mater must have inspired these ladies of the alumni, and we are sure no school better deserves the love of all its pupils, past and present.

It is impossible to speak of individual effort where all was perfect of its kind. Such prompt, flawless execution of the program, with no signal or interference of any kind by the teachers, we never saw but once before, and that was in the same room two years ago, at the Shakespeare hour.

We would like to go over the program piece by piece and tell the honestly deserved praises and merits of each one, but had we time they must have been heard to form an adequated idea of their excellence. The distinct enunciation, correct pronunciation and easy gesticulation, were evidences of unusually careful training, the work of Miss Friend, who has charge of the department of elocution.

We congratulate the school on its success, and assure them that we came away impressed, as by the poet’s very presence, with the sweetness and beauty of the hour.


Essay – Biographical Sketch, Etta Blackwood.

Recitation-Paul Reveres Ride, Patrick Frank

Reading-Selection form Evangeline, Minnie Spahr

Recitation-The Sifting of Peter, Minnie Lewis

Recitation- Hiawatha’s Wooing, Carrie Chance

Recitation-The Famine, Nellie Mitchell

Reading-The Castle by the Sea, Maggie Stone

Recitation-Das Scholsz Meere, Edgar Heiserman

Music The Day is Done, Mrs. Max Ross

Essay-Longfellow’s Works, Zora Ankerman

Recitation-Sandalphon, Miss Louise Stone

Recitation-The Building of the Ship, Joe Smith

Recitation-The Wreck of the Hesperus, Josie Woodcock

Recitation-The Builders, Grace Russell, May Busser, Jennie Fell, May McReynolds, Minnie Miller

(Handwritten: Feb 27, 1885)


Honoring Mrs. Coolidge

Mrs. Timothy Coolidge, of Cincinnati, has been the guest of Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Ross, this week, and a number of family gatherings have made her visit a pleasant one.

Wednesday evening, the home of Mr. and Mrs. J.R. Ross was a meeting place for the relatives, who were given what this home always offers — a delicious supper and charming entertainment.

Organizing into a trolley party, Friday, the Ross family spent the day with Mr. and Mrs. F. W. Arnold, in Bellefontaine: they expect to repeat this plan, one day next week, and visit the new home of the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Ross in Springfield. Monday evening of next week will be a gala time for the m, for then Mr. and Mrs. W.R. Ross will be host and hostess to the company. For real, downright good times there is noting like a family party. (NOTE: Other articles spell Coolidge as Collidge)

SATURDAY, MAY 19, 1906

Mrs. And Mrs. John R. Ross entertained with a supper party on Wednesday evening for Mrs. Davies of Chicago. Those present were : Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. F. W. Arnold, Mr. and Mrs. C.S. Ross, Miss Lucille Ross, Mr. Carl Ross and Mrs. C.F. Colwell. The table was beautifully decorated with lilies of the valley.

This evening Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Ross entertain the Ross family with a 6 o’clock dinner in honor of Mrs. Davies, of Chicago.



Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross, living on South Main street, gave a six o’clock dinner Monday in honor of Mrs. Ann Hall Collidge of Cincinnati, who has been in the city the guest of Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Ross and Mr. and Mrs. S.S. Ross.

There were about twenty of the Ross connection present and although the affair was rather informal, it was nevertheless very enjoyable. The dinner was an excellent one and heartily enjoyed by all those present. (Note: other article spell her name as Coolidge)

In a letter to a relative in this city, Mrs. John R. Ross, who with her husband and son, is traveling to Phoenix, Ariz, says that they are enjoying the trip very much. That the flowers are all in bloom and that all nature in the South is awake. Reynolds the boy, is having his first experience in riding on an observation car and he delights in sitting on the back platform and watching the scenery as it is unfolded to him by the rapidly moving train. He calls the observation platform “the back porch” and that is certainly some expression.

Mr. and Mrs. Ross have reached their destination, and friends in the north will soon hear what the new home is like. Mr. Ross’s health is much improved, the warm climate having already had that effect. (Handwritten: 1907)


A Merger Birthday Banquet at The Den Yesterday Afternoon

The must scrumptious banquet that ever happened in Phoenix was held at “The Den” late yesterday afternoon and was a cooperative birthday party of Miss Ellis’ kindergartners. It all happened this way. John Irvine, one of the youngsters as arranging to celebrate his anniversary and two or three others were dated for similar events almost at the same time. It was therefore decided to hold a general school celebration with a joint party for all the little folks who have birthdays during the months of April and May. That included the following list: Alice Christy, aged 3, Dean Wattawa, aged 5, John Harding Irvine, aged 6, Floy Watson, aged 6, Paul Willis aged 8, Marcella Johnson, aged 10, Bessie Thomas, aged 12, and Georjeane Barnes, who was six years old yesterday.

Such a fine lot of birthdays could not be properly celebrated in any ordinary way. There is no finer place to celebrate anybody’s birthday than at the Den and as that is the home of little Georjeane Barnes that palatial resort was elected as the festal scene for the children. The long handsomely furnished hall was set for the banquet so there was no interference with the plans of the hungry grown folks who dropped in as usual at the dinner hour. The banquet table was laid for the following guests, a few interested parents being present to “wait table’ and superintend ceremonies:

William Kinnon, Louise Kinnon, William Christy, Alice Christy, Jane Christy, Rosalind Williamson, Virginia Kerr, Laura Kerr, Beryl Kelly, Mildred Hayes, Catherine Hart, Dean Wattawa, Garner Wilson, Grace Tharaldson, Edwin Schupp, Burt Friedman, Georjeane Barnes, Harold Kyle, John Irvine, Luella Campbell, Floy Watson, Catherine Easterling, Ruth Ambrose, Mary Hulett, Marcella Johnson, Reynolds Ross, Marche Johnson, Marsh Smith; Paul Willis, Mildred Doris, Kitty Craig, Alice Zimmerman, Harriett Tritle, Marion Bennett, Isabel Irvine, Lewis Irvine, John Irvine, Mrs. Hansel, Miss Thomas and Miss Ellis.

The table itself was novel and presented a fairy scene. One end of it, where the great big children sat, was about half as high as an ordinary table and from there it tapered down to the height of about 18 inches, where the three year olds were placed. It was decorated with colored candelabra, roses, sweet peas, daisies, poppies, marigolds, and other flowers from the garden of the kindergartners. The electric lights were shaded with peeper boughs and the table was burdened with sandwiches, cakes, ice cream, and all the sweet meats the youngsters like and gallons of pure sweet milk were furnished in lieu of the things the big folks drink at their banquets. There was also a birthday cake for each youngster who could crowd his birthday anniversary into April or May, and one more. That was for Miss Ellis, the teacher. The children insisted that she have a birthday too, and they all voted that she was sweet sixteen, so they put sixteen candles on her cake, each of the others being illuminated in a similar way, in accordance with the number of years they had torn of the calendar. Instead of toasts each of the nine honorary guests were honored with hand clapping as their names were called, each being given as many ovations as he or she had years to his or her credit, and one to grow on.

Fond parents began arriving about the time the celebration was over, and after their pictures had be taken in a group, to take their children home, and the children departed in a more gleeful frame of mind that their elders usually do after more expensive and spectacular but less impressive ceremonials.


Is Planned by the Members of the Church of the Epiphany for Mr. and Mrs. Ross

At the home of Rev. and Mrs. Richard M. Brown, the members of the Church of the Epiphany will hold and all day picnic Tuesday. The day of pleasure is planned for the Godspeed of Mr. and Mrs. John R. Ross, members of the congregation who depart for Phoenix, Arizona, Wednesday.

It is planned to carry picnic baskets to the home of the rector and his wife and the entire church membership, both old and young, will be present to enjoy this day with their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Ross. (Handwritten, Sep 24th 1907)


Mr. and Mrs. John R. Ross and son Reynolds will leave Wednesday of the coming week for their new home in Phoenix, Arizona. Mrs. Spain will accompany them and make her home with them.



Mr. and Mrs. John R. Ross, little son, and Mrs. Ella Spain left Wednesday for their future home in Phoenix, Arizona.


Mrs. John R. Ross sends the following clipping from the advertising columns of the Phoenix (Arizona) Republican















22 West Jefferson St.

This would be a trifle “premachoor” for good old Champaign at least we judge the Messrs. Newell would think so, up to date as they are. (handwritten: Feb 6, 1908)


The plot of ground between the Grace M.E. church and the Clifford theater vacated by the removal of the old parsonage has been filled with earth and graded, and the result of the removal of the old residence is a great improvement in the appearance of both church and theater.

A much better view is obtained of the handsome church and theater building looks about twice as large and imposing as formerly. (handwritten: August 14th 1912)



John R. Ross Passes Away at Phoenix, Ariz





Was Formerly a Warden in the Church of the Epiphany and was a Scottish Rite Mason — His Death Brings Sorrow to His Many Friends.

W. R. Ross, cashier of the Champaign National Bank, received a telegram this morning announcing the death of his son, John R. Ross, at Phoenix, Ariz. It is expected that Mrs. Ross will start east with the body at once but no arrangements for the funeral can be completed until after her arrival here.

The news of Mr. Ross’s death, while not unexpected, will come a great shock to his many friends in this city who have inquired constantly for work from Phoenix hoping all the while that that word might be to the effect that the climate there was having the desired effect on his health. The word never came but instead the word was always to the effect that conditions were not a promising as Mr. Ross and his family had hoped for. However, the first intimation that he was dangerously ill came in the form of a telegram received Monday evening at the supper hour. The word received then was the Mr. Ross was very sick. This message was followed by another which reached this city this morning at four o’clock and which told of Mr. Ross’ death which occurred at to o’clock Monday evening.

An Urbana Boy.

John R. Ross was born and reared in this city, and lived here all of his life with the exception of a short period spent in St. Louis and the last year and a half spent in Arizona and Los Angeles, Cal. He was 4 years of age on the 21st of last April and is survived by his wife and one son, Reynolds, aged nine years, and his father, W. R. Ross, of this city.

Following his course of training in the Urbana public schools he entered the Champaign National Bank as a bookkeeper and held that position until he resigned to go into the electrical business which took him to St. Louis for a short period. He soon returned to this city and continued to make Urbana his home until failing health compelled him to go south. He was employed for several years previous to his leaving the city in the office of the Urbana Egg Case Company. It was in the spring of 1907 that his health failed so much because of tuberculosis that he was compelled to give up active employment and seek a milder and dryer climate. He went to Phoenix in the spring of 1907, but that summer he spent in Los Angeles and in September of the same year he visited his home in this city for a short period. He remained in Phoenix until this spring when he went back to Los Angeles and remained there until a week ago when the return trip to Phoenix was made. the family was en route gave the relatives her the impression that he was standing the trip well but he didn’t. He became very much worse upon his arrival in Phoenix and his strength was too far gone to longer resist the ravages of the disease, which had been slowly but surely wearing him away.

The decedent was one of the city’s best know young men and previous to his health failing he was prominent in church and musicale circles. He was at one time a warden it the Church of the Epiphany and his excellent bass voice had much to do with creating the excellent standard of music heard there. He also belonged to Harmony Lodge No. 8, F. and A.M. and other higher bodies, being a Scottish Rite Mason. He was married in September 1893 to Miss Lydia Spain, who has been faithful and constant in her ministrations to him. Mrs. Spain was also with him during the early part of his stay in the southwest bus she is at present at the home of her sisters in Geauga county.

The news of Mr. Ross’s death while not unexpected will bring sorrow to many people in this city as he was strong in his friendships and possessed a personality and a good fellowship that won and held him many friends. His wife and little son and his father will have the sympathy of all of these in the hour of their deep affliction.



Laid to Rest This Afternoon in Oak Dale Cemetery---Funeral Service Conducted from Spain Home

The funeral of the late, John R. Ross was conducted from the Spain home in East Church street, Wednesday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock, the services being in charge of Rev. R. M. Brown, rector of the Church of the Epiphany, who read the Episcopalian burial service. Rev. E. E. Whitlock of Fostoria assisted in the service, reading from the Scriptures and also reading a hymn. The Scottish Rite Masons from the Dayton Consistory had charge of the Masonic burial services and the Masonic ring of the deceased was presented to his little son. The pall bearers were the cousins of the deceased: Charles Brand, Carl Ross, Coleman Ross, Dr. Frank W. Brand, and Garnett Brand of this City, William G. Whitlock and Frank E. Whitlock of Fostoria, and Brand Whitlock of Toledo. An escort from Raper Commandery, K.T., of this city furnished the honorary pall bearers. After the funeral service at the Spain home the remains were taken to Oak Dale Cemetery for interment.


Reynolds Ross, the young son of Mr. and Mrs. John Ross, of West Church street was operated upon yesterday at the Niles sanatorium. The operation was performed for mastoiditis and was performed by Dr. Earle, assisted by Dr. Robert and Richard Henderson. The boy has been troubled with throat and ear trouble for several months and an operation was finally resorted to. He rallied well from the operation and is getting along nicely today. (Handwritten: February – 1912)



Something of the Remarkable Life of One of Our Mothers Which Has Just Closed.

Another mother of a city and a home passed gently to her rest Thursday afternoon when Mrs. Lavinia Brand gave an indomitable spirit into her Maker’s hands. She was surrounded by children, grandchildren and great grandchildren during the last hours of her life and her daughters’ loving care for her was only equaled by her though for them, her word of thanks for each service rendered.

Mrs. Brand has suffered from asthma during fifty hears of her life, and a severe attach of this disease several days ago was followed by a dread weakness, showing to the members of her family that she would not linger, with them much longer. Those whose homes are not in Urbana were called here and it gave the mother great happiness to recognize her son J. C. Brand an his wife, of Bellefontaine, and later Rev. and Mrs. E. D. Whitlock of Fostoria, Mrs. Whitlock arriving in time to help to make the going away as easy as possible.

Mrs. Brand’s home for the eight years since her husband’s death has been with the family of her daughter, Mrs. C.A. Ross, and devoted care made the last years of her life peaceful and happy — the more so that they were spent in the old homestead where her own children grew to maturity. For seventy-five years Mrs. Lavinia Brand has been connected with Urbana’s life, taking a decided stand upon any moral question: true to her convictions and intense in her views, yet modest in expression. In 1861 her heroic spirit showed the patriot’s fire, and she gave a mothers blessing and prayers to the husband and sons who marched away to defend the stars and stripes. And those sons who went to the battlefield knew that ifthey did not come back their mother gave them with tears, it may be but with pride to their country.

Industry her Motto.

Mrs. Rand was also active in the Crusade movement here in 1874, and has always believed in total abstinence form the use of intoxicants and abetted any movement towards temperance reform.

She was devoted to her church home, Grace Methodist Episcopal and almost her last words were: “The Lord has led me for eighty-one years, and has been so good to me.”

Just as far as human strength would allow she obeyed the injunction to “Be ye perfect even as I am perfect.”

But although connected with every good work of city and church and enjoying the best of the social life it was in the home that Mrs. Brand ruled a realm. She was the mother of nine children, she worked for them with hands and head and heart. In the latter days of her life she delighted to tell how she had “made the carpet for the front room ins spare moments and had enough left for the dining room.” Her boys tell how she made their shoes and caps, knitted stockings and mittens, made their trousers and shirts. Her hands were never idle, and even when age made the slight fingers tremble, they still held the needle she worked for grand children and great grandchildren to the end, and no one could make such button holes as grandmother. That is a picture which will always be her grandchildren’s recollection of her — a frail little woman, always busy and cheerful, with a glad welcome for each of her own as they visited her.

Lavinia Talbott was born April 5, 1813, in Newtown, Virginia, and her death occurring Nov. 2, 1905, she was in her ninety-third year. She was the daughter of Rev. John and Margaret Talbott, and after her mother’s death when she was nine years old, she lived with her grandparents in Shepherdstown, Virginia. In 1832 she came to Urbana to visit an aunt and here she met Mr. Joseph C. Brand, and they were married July 4th of that same year. Nine children were born to them, five of whom are living: Thomas Talbott Brand, Sr., Joseph Coulson Brand, Mary Lavinia Whitlock, John Francis Brand, and Ella Brand Ross. The deceased are Ellen and Ivva Brand, William A. Brand and Belle Brand Ross.

The funeral services will be conducted from the family home in West Reynolds street Sunday afternoon 2:30.


To the memory of Mrs. Lavinia Brand, Whose Funeral Was Held Sunday

The funeral of the late Mrs. Lavinia Brand was held from the home of Mrs. C. A. Ross, daughter of the decedent, on Sunday afternoon and notwithstanding the fact that the weather was disagreeable the large house was filled with friends and neighbors who had known and loved this stung woman who had passed away. The beautiful words of Rev. E. D. Whitlock’s tribute and the tribute of Rev. C. W. Sullivan, her pastor, found an echo in the heart of every one present.

The casket containing the remains rested in the east parlor and was surrounded by the members of the family. On the casket and about the room were laid flowers of sweetest fragrance whose breath was like unto the life that had just gone out.

The services were conducted by the Rev. C. W. Sullivan, pastor of the Grace M.E. Church, to which the deceased belonged. He was assisted by the Rev. Dr. E. E. Whitlock, a son-in-law of the deceased, who paid a beautiful tribute to her character and her memory. The services were simple, there being simply the reading of the Scriptures, the prayer by Rev. Mr. Sullivan, the reading of the favorite hymn of the deceased “Some Time We’ll Understand.” Then the tribute of Dr. Whitlock and this was followed by the talk of Mr. Sullivan and the benediction.

Following the services at the house, the body was taken to Oak Dale cemetery and laid to rest by the side of the husband who died several years ago. The pall bearers were Brand Whitlock of Toledo, Dr. Frank and Dr. Thomas Brand, Charles Brand, John R. Ross, Carl Ross, Coleman Ross, all grandsons of Mrs. Brand and Garnett Brand an great grandson.

Rev. and Mrs. Whitlock, of Bellefontaine: Brand Whitlock of Toledo and other relatives were here from a distance.


W. R. Ross’s Resignation as Cashier is Accepted and John C. Powers is Elected to Take His Place — Mr. Ross Will Remain as Active Worker in the Bank — Long Service

A meeting of the directors of the Champaign National bank was held at the bank Tuesday afternoon. At that time the resignation of W. R. Ross as cashier was received and accepted and John C. Powers was elected cashier to succeed him. Mr. Ross will not retire from the bank but he will remain as a vice president and will be just as active in the conduct of the bank’s affairs in the future as he has been in the past.

Mr. Ross has been a banker longer than any other man in Urbana, having served I the Champaign bank for forty-four years. He entered it in 1865 in the capacity of teller and he served as teller and assistant cashier under Cashier H.P. Expy until the latter’s retirement in 1883. He then became cashier and served in that capacity unit the present. The bank has prospered under his able management and it is due to the need of more help that the change is made in the conduct of the institution. Mr. Ross’s many friends and the friends of the bank will be glad to learn that his connection with the bank will not be severed after the first of the year. The change goes into effect at that time.



Mr. Ross Will become a Vice President of the Bank.

(From Tuesday’s Daily)

John C. Powers present teller of the National bank of Urbana has be elected by the board of directors of the Champaign National Bank to the position of cashier. Mr. Powers has held his present position for several years and has a wide business acquaintance and banking experience.

Mr. Ross who has held the position of cashier in the bank for many years, lays down the heavy duties of cashier owning to the demands of health. He will become a vice president and retains his connection with the bank however.

Mr. Posers will probably assume his new position some time next month. The Champaign National Bank and Mr. Powers are both being congratulated, one for the honor which has come to him and the other for securing a mans of such rare ability. (Handwritten: Urbana Times Citizen, Dec., 7th, 1909 C. H(?) Marvin, President of Champaign N. Bank passed away Monday, June 17th, 1918.)




Urbana relatives were advised Monday that Coleman B. Ross, who recently enlisted as a private in Company D, Third regiment, had been appointed second Lieutenant to fill the vacancy caused by the promotion of Laylin Rock to the first lieutenancy, the latter position having been vacant ever since the resignation of Lieutenant Mason Arrowsmith several weeks ago.

It has been know for several months that Mr. Ross was slated for a commission as an officer in Company D and the announcement of the appointment does not come as a surprise. He resigned his position recently as teller at the Champaign National bank and enlisted as a private in Company D.

Mr. Ross left a good position in the Champaign National bank and a young wife, to join the colors and with a knowledge of military tactics gained in the Ohio State University and kept fresh by the Urbana command of Boy Scouts, he is well fitted for the honor conferred upon him. In Lieutenant Ross, Captain Middleton will find a worthy aide.


MARCH 15, 1915

W. R. Ross who has been seriously ill for several weeks, suffering from rheumatism was feeling better yesterday. Mr. Ross has been confined to his bed for some time, the rheumatism having attacked his entire body. Many friends are hoping that his health will soon be better.


Over Three Hundred Present — Musical Program and refreshments

That the reception at Grace church Friday evening was a grand success was apparent on the countenance of every one present.

A stream of new and old members kept the large reception committee busy for a solid hour, until over three hundred persons had gathered.

After a time of social greeting in the lecture room the company was asked into the auditorium (the two rooms being one great space for the evening) to hear sweet music by the Harmonic Glee club and piano solos by Miss Ruth Sloane and Miss Lucille Ross. Very young Mr. Pool gave the sols, and the audience came in with the chorus “I am included” and stood at the request of the chorister, Mr. Carl Ross, and sang with hear and voice, “Blest be the tie that binds.”

Then back to the Sunday school room where the ladies of the church served refreshments while the impromptu chorus of something less than fifty young men surround the piano in the north class room and sang the tabernacle and other songs with an enthusiasm that became contagious and infected the whole three hundred.

It was an evening of delight of inspiration, of fellowship and of promise and the people after a prolonged social season were loth to depart. Grace church is happy in her revived spiritual life and her hundred and fifty new accessions. (Handwritten: 30 new members, 150 in number. Friday Evening? Sept 1, 1910)


Entertains Friends

Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross entertained a few friends at dinner last evening for Mr. and Mrs. Albert Ross of Indianapolis attended(?). Those enjoying Mr. and Mrs. Ross’s hospitality were Mr. and Mrs. Albert Ross and son Ward, Mrs. John Ross and son, Reynolds and Mrs. Spain. (Handwritten: August 15. 1912)


Grace M.E. Church the Setting for an Evening of Delightful Sociality

The teacher of the men’s class of Grace M. E. Church, J. F. Brand, and Brother LeSourd, the pastor of the church, were kept busy Thursday evening from seven to eight o’clock in receiving the members of the class, who came in singles, doubles and platoons, until the figure of over eighty was reached out of an enrollment of ninety-eight, now however, one hundred and four.

Among them were several new citizens of our town from Dayton and other places. A grand good time was had socially and otherwise, Denton Crowl contributed of his talent and refreshments of the inner man were served.

The men’s class is assuming large proportions; a part of the new spiritual life and swelling numbers this church as acquired in common with her sister churches as a result of the recent grand awakening; the results of which are seen in weekly accessions and continued interest. And they say, as Brother Hitt used to sing, “Let the meeting go on.” (Handwritten: Daily Citizen 4/15/1910 {WRR) Note WRR is William R. Ross)


Will Go To California

Mr. Reynolds Ross of West Church street, who graduated Wednesday morning from Urbana University, will leave Friday for California where he has accepted a position on a seed farm near Los Angeles. Mr. . Ross will accompany Mr. Winslow a fellow student whose home is in that vicinity, on the trip west.




The flags were flying once more Wednesday morning, on West Reynolds street as the residents of that street prepared to welcome home Captain Coleman Ross. Captain Ross, the son of Mrs. Ella Ross, has been in the states a short time and came home directly from Camp Sherman. Mrs. Ross, who has spent the greater part of the war period with her parents in Chicago, joined her husband at Camp Sherman about a week ago and returned home with him.

Captain Ross sailed for France last June and while in active duty over seas took part in five different drives, three in France, at Argonne, St. Miheil, and Verdun, and in two drives in Belgium.

He left Urbana a member of Co. D, but was changed to Co. C, composted of Piqua men. He received his promotion to Captain in the field of action for coolness and bravery.

There were originally 250 men in Co. C., but through the fatalities of war only 28 men came home with their Captain.

All honor to those who paid the supreme sacrifice and those returning a glorious welcome.


Coleman Ross, late captain of Company “C” of the 148th regiment was called from his home at Wyandot, Mich, Tuesday to Cincinnati to have conferred on him the Belgium Cross of Honor for bravery in action.

Captain Ross, formerly of this city was in command of the company, being made a captain on the field for bravery.

The Kind of Belgium personally pinned the cross on Captain Ross at the Sinton hotel, Wednesday morning in the presence of his suite and Ambassador Brand Whitlock. (Handwritten: Oct. 1919)



Friday, June 21, is the year’s longest day and for the first time in United States astronomical history, the sun will set as late as 8 o’clock p.m. and twilight will be on as late as 9 o’clock. These late hours are possible, because of the “daylight saving” plan adopted by the government and darkness will not fall until 9:32, when many of us are “crawling in the hay.”

The sun, rather lazy, got up Friday morning at 5:09 o’clock a.m. instead of 4:09 as he did on former “longest days.” This is all due to the man regulated clocks and not the regularity of the sun.


Urbana entertained the veterans of the Sixty-sixth Regiment in their annual reunion today, which was one of the most enjoyable the comrades have ever had the pleasure of holding.

About sixty survivors of the regiment were registered and these together with their wives, relatives and friends made it company of more than 100 who spent the day together.

The weather was ideal for the reunion. With the coming out of the sun this morning an ideal autumn day shore forth which was in marked contrast with the weather conditions which have prevailed on other days in the past when the comrades of this organization have gathered together in reunion.

The veterans of the 66th from distant places began arriving in Urbana early this morning. They were met by the local members of the regiment and accompanied to the hall of W. A. Brand Post G.A.R. which was headquarters of the reunion. Here the comrades were registered and a general visiting and handshaking occupied a considerable part of the morning.

The morning program did not open until about 11 o’clock when the president of the reunion association, J.S. Ruhl, called the veterans and friends to order. The president first announce the invocation which was pronounced by Dr. John Woods.

Comrade Ruhl then introduced City Solicitor H. W. Houston who in a very feeling manner welcomed the surviving members of this distinguished regiment to Urbana. (Handwritten: Oct. 16, 1912)


The veterans who registered together with the companies in which they served and their post office address were as follows:

W.R. Ross, A. Urbana

S.D. Laird, F, Marysville

George R. Ward, B. Bradford

J. G. Engle, D. Ada

Thomas R. Morris I, Huntsville

Joseph Coffee, I, North Lewisburg

Henry M. White I, Cable

D. D. Davidson, I Springfield

J. S. Ruhl, H, Findlay

Samuel Engle, H. Ada;

P. T. Courter, E. Deleware

J. L. Davis, B., Urbana

E. W. Pickering, C. Bradford

Frances Williams, B. Wapakoneta

W.W. Wilson, G, Urbana

G. W. Randolf, G, South Vienna

S.H. Hedges, A., Bala, Pa

Daniel Steward, B(?) Urbana;

G. F. Ganson, B, Urbana

Ross Barger, G, St. Paris

Henry Huffman, G., St. Paris

Daniel Beightler, B, Urbana

John E. Murphy B (?), Urbana

William Overs, C, Elmer, N.J.

D. Sergeant, I, Richwood

E.J. Hanna, G, Urbana

Ora Fairchild, H. Woodstock

Joseph Wooley, A, Urbana

William Stokes A, Urbana

L. Niles, G, Urbana

J.W. Nicely, I, Springfield

W.A. Shuler, F, Columbus

Bird C. Shyrigh, Band, Urbana

James H. Corbin, K, Columbus

M. H. Williams, H, Columbus

Elijah G. Weaver, B, Urbana

John A. Shafer, B, St. Paris

John Powell, B, Urbana

Noah Minnich, G, Magrew

Samuel Instine, G, Urbana;

Henry Thatcher, G, DeGraff

William McCormick, D. Huntsville

J. Thatcher, A, West Liberty

Benjamin Long, D, West Liberty

G.M. Hover, D., Bellefontaine

T.B. Davis, I Mechanicsburg

Capt. G. M. Smith, A, Urbana

William Thompson, A. Cable

James A. Kiser, G, Urbana

John M. Williams, D. Mechanicsburg

Jacob Chidister(?), I, Mechanicsburg

Ruben Poling, H, Marysville

Thomas Thompson, A., Mechanicsburg

C. W. Guy, oroC.Guy.W.Cskm.ETA AO TIAOIN, D, Mechanicsburg (as printed in


John Diltz, A, Urbana

George Gilbert, H, North Lewisburg

Ernest Nagel, A., Clay City, Illinois




Read by Rev. C. C. Kennedy Following Episcopal Church Ritual---Interment Made at Oak Dale

The burial service of the Episcopal Church was used at the funeral of C.A. Ross, this afternoon, when many friends gathered at the home to pay their tribute of love and respect to the memory of Mr. Ross. Rev. C.C. Kennedy was in charge of the service and in addition to the words of the ritual, read a memoir of the deceased, and the words of “There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy,” and led in prayer .

Following is the memoir read which was written by W. R. Ross:

“The fondness of our friend in his earlier and even later years for the services of the Episcopal Church and its sublime ritual, together with his unfondness for any public mention of himself would render the impersonal service of the Church for the dead, peculiarly grateful to him and any extended memoir at this time very ungrateful to him. Although a jovial and hearty disposition was pronouncedly a man of deeds rather than words.

Charles Alanson Ross lived his life in Urbana. He was born December 2, 1849, and died August 4, 1914, being in his 65th year. He was married on June 25, 1872 to Ella Brand, daughter of the late Hon. Joseph C. and Lavinia Brand. To them were born three children. Mrs. Ivva Ross Arnold, wife of Fred W. Arnold, of Bellefontaine, Ohio; Charles A. Ross, Jr. and Coleman B. Ross, both of this city, who all survive him as do the grandchildren, Charles Lester Arnold, Julia Slater Ross, and William Ring Ross.

“Mr. Ross’s predication for an occupation in life was early developed for bookkeeping, and his beautiful penmanship, with his business acumen, made him valuable and sought after in the store and office and bank. In the later years of his life he was the successful head of the veteran Western Mutual Fire Insurance Company of our city, doing business all over the state of Ohio. In this, as in everything he was prompt, exact, energetic and fair.

The son of Philander B. and Julia Slater Ross, he could hardly be other than religious. Although religion is not transmitted, the examples of such lives of devotion to God, and reverence for and attendance upon his Church, and their generous support of the same could not be influence and bind him. He was for the greater part of his life a member of Grace Methodist Episcopal Church and for years and at the time of his death an office bearer.

“In the community he was public spirited and instead of spending his life exclusively in laying penny upon penny, he always assumed his share of the public burdens. This was early developed in him when as a boy of fourteen, the call of the larger community, our country in peril, made him the drummer boy of the army, and we may add that at 64, the martial spirit was still strong and he marched with the drum corps on occasions of the reunion of his regiment, the 134th Ohio, and at other patriotic gatherings.

In his family, Mr. Ross as the loving husband and devoted father, and even to his grandchildren they are disconsolate at this death. What more can we say of any man than that he has so grandly filled his human life; rounded out his earthly career and now has been promoted we may well imagine into an existence which earthly eye has never seen and whose glories our minds can never conceive until released from the flesh; and while we mourn he rejoices in the joy of his lord.”

Interment was made at Oak Dale Cemetery, six nephews of Mr. Ross acting as pall-bearers, they being: Calvin B. Ross, of Cleveland, Albert W. Ross, of Indianapolis, Frank Talbott of Springfield; Dr. F. W. Brand, Charles Brand, and William G. Whitlock, of Lakewood.

Relatives here to attend the funeral today are: Mrs. Nelson Caldwell and Miss Jennie Hall, of Cincinnati; Calvin B. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. G. Whitlock, Dr. Frank E. Whitlock, of Cleveland; John P. Brand, of Chicago; Dr. and Mrs. Frank W. Brand, Mr. and Mrs. Garnett W. Brand and Mr. and Mrs. Frank Talbott, of Springfield; G. A. Talbott of Akron; Mr. and Mrs. Albert W. Ross of Indianapolis.





Distinguished For Christian Character, Financial Integrity, Broad Charity And Local Civic Interest

When William R. Ross passed away at 8 o’clock this morning, Urbana lost on of its distinguished citizens — distinguished for his Christian character, financial integrity, patriotism, broad charity and local civic interest. He has long been recognized in the community as the highest type of manhood, a leader in church work, a liberal supporter of every effort for moral, social, and civic improvements, kindly interest especially in young men, straightforward in business and conscientious in the discharge of every duty. Particularly modes in his estimate of his own qualifications he never sought advancement or recognition, but was strong in support of friends and of any man who represented sound principles and uprightness. He never held a political office, yet has belonged to the community, the friend and counselor of all classes, universally known and spoken of as a good man. Gentle, modes, firm, he always stood for the highest ideals of citizenship.

Mr. Ross was born in Urbana May 7, 1841, and has spent his entire life in this city with the exception of nearly three years service in the army during the civil war, a few months each, Madison, Wis., and Nashville, Tenn. He was educated in the public schools of Urbana and afterwards by close application acquired a wide knowledge of literature and was an authority on literary construction.

In September, 1861, with fervent patriotic zeal, he enlisted as a member of Company A, 66th regiment O.V. I, and in January 1862 went to the front with his regiment sharing in the honorable and strenuous history of that organization until 1864, when he was discharged on account of disability. He served as Quarter Master Sergeant of his regiment during the greater part of his army life and failed of higher military rank through his modest estimate of his own fitness. He was tendered the position of Adjutant and declined because he feared his inability to measure up in military tactics. After his discharge from the army he served for a few months as chief clerk in the office of Major T. T. Brand, mustering and disbursing officer at Madison, Wis., and later as bookkeeper in a bank at Nashville, Tenn. In the fall of 1865, upon the organization of the Champaign National bank, he was called to his old home to accept a position as bookkeeper. The balance of his business life has been given to the interests of this institution having served successively as teller, cashier, vice president,; his last service being in the latter position. During his fifty years’ connection, his ability and banking knowledge have been generally recognized and his kindly presence and counsel will be sadly missed by his late associates. He has served as President of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance company for almost twenty-six years.

In 1866 he was united in marriage with Miss Belle Brand and they erected a home that was characterized by genial hospitality for twenty seven years, when Mrs. Ross died in September 1893. They had one son, John R. Ross, who was well known in the community as teller of the Champaign National bank and died in 1908. His only living descendent is a grandson, Reynolds Ross, whose home is with his mother Mrs. Lydia Ross, of West Church street.

July 11, 1898, he was united in marriage a second time with Ellen Taylor and she has been permitted to comfort his declining years and to care for him in his last days.

In his boyhood he united with the Second M.E. church, later known as Grace church. For more than forty years he has been an official of this church, served from many years as Superintendent of the Sunday School and was a most acceptable director of the music. His clear, bell-like voice was an inspiration to the congregations, and his devotion and liberality have been an example to all of the membership. Aside from his own family nothing was dearer to his heart than Grace church.

Funeral services will be held from his late residence on South Main street, Monday morning at 10 o’clock.


Friends Gather at the Home of the Late William R. Ross

The funeral of the late William R. Ross was held this morning at 10 o’clock from the family home on South Main street. Rev. W. J. Hagerman, pastor the Grace M. E. church, was in charge of the service which was marked with extreme simplicity. A sketch of the life of Mr. Ross and one of his favorite hymns were read by Rev. Hagerman. The casket was covered with many beautiful floral offerings sent by relatives and friends of the deceased.

Mr. Ross was a director and vice president of the Champaign National bank and out of respect to his memory the bank was closed during the funeral. The office of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance company was also closed during the funeral, Mr. Ross being president of that company.

The active pall bearers were all nephews of the deceased. They were W. B. Davies, Calvin B. Ross, J.E. Brand, Carl A. Ross, Coleman Ross and Albert Ross. The honorary pall bearers were C. H. Marvin, Harrison Craig, E. E. Cheney, J. F. Brand, Isaac T. Johnson, and John C. Powers. Burial was made at Oak Dale cemetery.

Those from a distance in attendance at the funeral were Mrs. Anna Davies and sons Edward and W. B., of La Grange, Illinois; Mr. and Mrs. P. B. Talbott, of Kansas City, Mo.; Garnet Brand of Springfield; Albert Ross, Columbus; Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Ross, Columbus; Mrs. Mary Whitlock, Cleveland; Fred Arnold, Bellefontaine; Will Clark, Columbus, and Will Taylor of Springfield.


The death of W. R. Ross caused a second vacancy to occur within a few weeks on the board of directors of the Champaign National Bank. The late John W. Rock was a director of this Urbana financial institution. The annual meeting of the stockholders of this bank will be held January 11 and at that time two new directors will be elected by the new board of directors.

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Ross, on Tuesday afternoon and evening entertained the members of the Ross families, in honor of Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago and Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Ross of Columbus. This pleasant arrangement was a box picnic party and was greatly enjoyed by those present who were: Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Ross, Mr. and Mrs. C.A. Ross, Jr., and family. Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross, Mrs. Lydia Ross and son Reynolds, Mrs. Emma Spain, Miss Elizabeth Brand, Mr. Joe Brand, Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Ross, Columbus and Mrs. W. B. Davies of Chicago. (handwritten: May 30; + Ella R.)

Mrs. Lydia Ross entertained a few friends at luncheon on Wednesday at her home on West Church street, complimenting Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago. Those who enjoyed the luncheon with the honored guest were: Mrs. Calvin B. Ross, of Columbus, Mrs. Fred Arnold, or Bellefontaine; Miss Lucile Ross, Mrs. C. C. Craig, Mrs. C. A. Ross, Jr., Mrs. P. B. Talbott and Miss Elizabeth Brand. (handwritten: WED, May 31)

The members of the Ross and Brand family will go to Bellefontaine on Monday, when a picnic party will be given by Mrs. Fred Arnold in honor of Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago. (Handwritten: Monday June 5)

On Thursday afternoon Miss Elizabeth Brand was hostess to a few relatives in honor of Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago. The ladies brought their sewing and spent a pleasant time, busily plying their needles. Among those present were : Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago; Mrs. C.C. Craig, Miss Lucile Ross, Mrs. Lydia Ross, Mrs. Carl Ross and Mrs. T. T. Brand, Jr. Seasonable refreshments were brought the social hours to a pleasant close. (handwritten: June 1(?))

On Friday evening Mrs. C. A. Ross entertained in the honor of Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago, and Mrs. P. B. Talbott. The rooms of the attractive home were made additionally pretty with decorations of roses and greenery. Those who made up the happy gathering, with the honored guests were: Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Ross, Miss Lucile Ross, Mrs. Lydia Ross and son, Reynolds, Mrs. Emma (crossed out and handwritten: Ella R.), Mrs. C. F. Colwell, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Ross, Dr. and Mrs. C.C. Craig, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Arnold and son, Charles, of Bellefontaine, Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross, Miss Elizabeth Brand and Mr. Joe Brand. (handwritten June 2)


In the honor of Mrs. William B. Davies of Chicago, who is visiting Urbana for the first time, a guest at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Ross, a “Seeing Urbana” ride was taken by the Ross family on Monday morning, which required the capacity of the memorable old “Climax” wagon, and a delightful ride was enjoyed. (handwritten, May 29, 1911)


A most delightful series of family affairs are in progress this week including the Ross and Brand cousins. These affairs are being held in honor of Mrs. William b. Davies, of Chicago, who is visiting here. The first of these charming affairs was a drive over the city in the band wagon.

On Wednesday, Mrs. Lydia Ross gave a pleasant luncheon to the Ross Cousins, at her home on West Church street, with the following guests: Mrs. William B. Davies, of Chicago, Mrs. F. W. Arnold of Bellefontaine; Mrs. Calvin B. Ross of Columbus; Miss Lucile Ross, Mrs. C.A. Ross, Jr., Mrs. C.C. Craig, Mrs. Bert Talbott of Columbus; Miss Elizabeth Brand and Mrs. Lydia Ross.

These same guests were charmingly entertained with picnic party at the home of Mrs. F. S. Ross on Scioto street on Memorial day.

On Thursday evening Miss Elizabeth Brand gave a delightful evening affair, including the Ross and Brand cousins as her guests.

Mrs. W. R. Ross, of South Main street, entertained a company of the Ross cousins on Friday at luncheon.

On Friday evening Mrs. C.A. Ross will entertain quite a company of relatives.

Mrs. Fred Arnold will entertain the Cousins on Monday next at her home in Bellefontaine. (Handwritten: Week Ending June 5, 1911)

Mrs. Will Davies of Chicago was complimented guest at an informal luncheon given on Friday by Mrs. W. R. Ross at her home on South Main street, and added on more to the pleasant family gatherings held in her honor this week. (Handwritten: June 2; only Louise, Lucile and Gertrude)

Today is an important one socially, there being a large afternoon reception given by Mrs. W. R. Ross and Mrs. Lydia Ross at the latter’s home.

Miss Anna Allison Jones, contralto, of Chicago, will give a musical program for this event, with Mrs. Joe W. Hitt of this city, accompanying.

Miss Jones is a former Zanesville girl, and has many personal friends in Urbana. She now has a studio in Chicago, and has made a success, professionally of her career. Urbana friends will be glad to see her and hear her again. (handwritten – Bess; Thursday, Dec 28, 1911)


Mrs. W. R. Ross and Mrs. Lydia Ross entertained a company of their friends Thursday afternoon with one of the most enjoyable receptions ever given in Urbana. There were two hours for the party, which was held at the home of the younger Mrs. Ross, and the ladies were coming and going all afternoon, and very much regretting that they must depart, so great was their pleasure. The home had been prepared for the company with holiday decorations of green and red, and candle light was used in all the rooms.

The Mesdames Ross after greeting their guests invited them to the music room, where they met Miss Anna Allison Jones, of Chicago. Miss Jones is a former Zanesville girl was a singer of remarkable talent, who has won recognition for herself in Chicago, and contemplates going to New York in the near future. She now has a studio in Chicago, and devotes most of her time to concert work, although she has a number of pupils. Miss Jones is the soloist at the Jewish Synagogue at Chicago, singing there Friday evening and Saturday morning of each week., and has similar engagements at the large Congregationalist church for Sunday morning and evening.

Surely Urbana women were fortunate in hearing such a singer and they expressed their pleasure by work and action. The musicale was informal, the guests standing and Miss Jones singing several times, and being given an opportunity to meet the Urbana ladies between the numbers.

The program was varied, beginning with a German Song, “Das Krau Vergessenhelt” (Hildach), which was a good introduction for the singer’s lovely contralto voice. Miss Jones’ voice is one in a thousand, very low pitched, but rich and rare. She does not attempt to take the high notes, but as great volume and tones that are bell-like, clear and strong. She sang a “Splendid Rose” song for her second number, “A Memory” (Edna Rosalind Park), and her singing of it will be a “memory.” The “Boat Song,” by Harriet Ware, (words by Montrose J. Moses), was bright, vivacious, summery. “From the Land of the Sky Blue Water” (Charles Wakefield Cadman), with words by Nelle Richmond Eberhart, was exquisitely beautiful, and “A Disappointment,” by Helen Hood was another.

The child’s song, “If I Were a Little Child Again,” (Clayton Thomas) was “just dear,” and Miss Jones’ expression added to her singing of this number even more than the others, although her personality had much to do with her success. “I Hid My Love” (Guy D’Hardelot), and “No Candle Was There, and No Fire” (Breton fold song), by Liza Lehmann, were two numbers heard by the first company and omitted in the second program.

Mrs. Joe N. Hitt was at the piano, and her skillful accompaniment was a great assistance to the singer.

Following the musicale a dozen of the good friends and relatives of the hostesses served a salad course to the guests, as they enjoyed an informal mingling and conversation. (Handwritten: Bess Brand)

Little Miss Julia Talbott is celebrating a seventh birthday today, and ten children have been invited to share a birthday party with her. Mrs. Frank Talbott is entertaining the small members of society, at the home of Dr. and Mrs. C.C. Craig.

Mrs. William C. Bonebrake leaves today for Pittsburg.

Miss Anna Allison Jones, who came from Zanesville yesterday and spent the day at the home of Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross left at 11 o’clock last night for Chicago. (note: 11 o’clock last night is crossed out)


Miss Jones Noted Chicago Singer, Rendered Selections

One of the most beautiful social events of this year was a reception given by Mrs. W. R. Ross and Mrs. Lydia Ross at the home of Mrs. Lydia Ross on west Church street Thursday afternoon. This reception practically closes the social season for this year and in a way ushers in the new season of social activity. The musical program offered the guests was presented by Miss Allison Jones of Zanesville, who has a beautiful contralto voice. Miss Jones has a studio in Chicago and soloist at the Jewish Synagogue and also at a large Congregational church in that city.

Her program was varied and the selections were beautiful. “Das Kraut Vergssenheit,” by Hildach, opened the program. “A Splendid Rose,” “A Memory,” “The Boat Song,” “Summer’s in the World,” “From the Land of Sky Blue Water,” “A disappointment,” “If I were a Little Child,” “I Hid My Love,” and “No Candle was There and No Fire.” Each of these beautiful selections brought out new qualities in Miss Jones’ voice and gave her opportunities of expressing a charming personality. Mrs. Joe Hitt skillfully assisted at the piano. A salad course was served the guests before departure.

The home was beautifully decorated in Christmas greens, candles giving light through the house. The weatherman also smiled on these hostesses, and offered a day clear, cold, and beautiful. (Handwritten: “DEMOCRAT”)



Mrs. W. R. Ross and Mrs. Lydia Ross entertained with a musicale Thursday afternoon at the home of the latter. Miss Anna Allison Jones, contralto, of Chicago, gave the program with Mrs. Joe W. Hitt at the piano.



Billy Ireland Pictures the Pleasure(?) of Bill When He Sees Our Red Cross Egg

“Billy” Ireland, that cleverest of cartoonists on the Columbus Dispatch, will have to make one more cartoon allusion to the Champaign county Red Cross egg before “closing the incident.” Sunday a week ago on his “Passing Show” page he had a drawing exploiting the egg, the hen and the underlying principal together with a financial statement regarding the egg’s drawing powers. By the time that was before the readers new additions were made to the totals and “Billy” came back Sunday with another drawing in which he pictured the “pleasure” of the Kaiser opening this same Red Cross egg and finding an American eagle which says to “Bill”: You’re a goner!” just like that.

Accompanying the illustration of the following comment is made: “We’ve just received the latest word from that famous Champaign county Red Cross egg. It cleaned up $6000 last week, bringing the total price to $17,700. Some nice morning the leper of Potsdam is going to pen that egg for breakfast — and Oh Boy!

As the egg added over $8,000 to its receipts at the Woodstock sale Saturday, Ireland will need to draw one more chapter for us. C’mon, Billy!


C. H. Marvin Elected President and W. R. Ross is Elected Vice President

The newly elected directors of the Champaign National Bank met in the directors room of the bank yesterday afternoon and organized by re-electing C. H. Marvin as President and W. R. Ross as Vice President. J. C. Powers was re-elected cashier, and F. W. Ambrose was re-elected assistant cashier. Core S. Ireland who has been teller was promoted to the position of assistant cashier. Clarence Cartmell was elected bookkeeper. He has been employed at the bank since last August but had never been elected to any position. The salaries of the various officials for the present year were fixed the directors and committees were appointed by President Marvin. (handwritten: Urban Daily Citizen, Jan’y 11, 1912.

Capt. C. B. Ross Speaks Sunday



Captain Ross will speak Sunday night at the Grace M.E. church. H will speak in general of the work of the 37th. Also relate personal experiences with the division in Belgium. This division spent almost three months in Belgium and an account of their work there will be interesting to all. Captain Ross left with the 37th on June 23rd., spent July 4th on board and landed at Brest on the 5th. They went into central France and on July 27th were on the firing line and with the exception of a few days’ rest were on the firing line until the armistice was signed. The 37th was one of four divisions that started the Meuse-Argonne offensive September 26th. This division was in the drive for six days. After they were relieved they were taken to the Pannes sector. They next began their drive against the St. Mihiel line and were in the fight for eleven days. When they were relieved they were sent into Belgium. The arrived in Belgium about October 20th, brigaded with the French and started on the offensive at Ypres-Lyes on October 31 and continued until Nov. 11th.

Captain Ross has a message that will be of great interest to all who are interested in the work of the 37th. He will speak in particular of the part played by the 37th. The division spent three months in Belgium and his personal experiences there will be of greatest interest.

This meeting is open to the public and all who have opportunity are urged to attend.

C. A. Ross Goes to Wyandotte


C. A. Ross who resigned this week from the secretaryship of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance Company, will go in a few days to Wyandotte, Michigan, to assume charge of the offices of the McCord Manufacturing company of that place. Mr. Ross will have better than 25 employees under his direct management in the offices of the company. His brother Coleman B. Ross has been connected with the sales department of the same company since his discharge from the army.

Mr. Ross has tendered the position he now accepts early in December and went to Wyandotte to look the situation over. He returned home and later accepted the place, resigning from the Urbana company.

It is likely that the family will leave soon, this depending upon the school situation. Mr. Ross already has a house reserved for him in Wyandotte and is preparing to move his family there.

The leaving of Mr. Ross and his estimable family will be a distinct loss to Urbana, where he and Mrs. Ross have been prominent in social and church circles and the former in business circles. However, the position offers particularly bright prospects for the talents of Mr. Ross and his many friends will congratulate him.

The McCord company manufactures automobile engine “gaskets” and is about to double its capacity and output.

TUESDAY, OCT. 14, 1919




Church and Fraternal Circles Claimed Him — Funeral Wednesday Afternoon

A most beautiful and estimable life can to a close Monday evening around 7:30 o’clock, when J. F. Brand passed quietly away at his home on West Reynolds street. Saturday nigh Mr. Brand suffered a hemorrhage of the lungs and as the days passed he grew rapidly worse until death finally relieved is sufferings. He has been in failing health for the past several years, but never uttered a complaint and it was only his indomitable will that kept him from being bedfast.

John Francis Brand, better know as “Frank or “J. F. Brand,” died at his home on West Reynolds street, Urbana, Ohio, Monday, October 13, 1919 at 6:30 p.m., after a short but severe illness. Thus passed a life long resident of this County, a splendid business man and excellent citizen.

J. F. Brand was born June 18, 1848 in Union Township this county, being the youngest son of Major Joseph C. and Lavinia Talbott Brand. He received his education in the public schools of Urbana and Urbana University. At the age of 15 years he was employed as assistant engineer in the construction of the Atlantic and Great Western Rail Road, now the Erie railroad, and as such helped in surveying the right of way and establishing the grades of that road for 15 miles east of north Lewisburg. In 1864 he became clerk to his father in the Commissary department of the United States Army and served in that capacity until the close of the War between the States, being present at Lee’s surrender at Appomattox and assisting in execution of Grant’s order to feed the hungry confederates. At the age of 19 he accepted employment with the Urbana Citizen and Gazette, and in 10 years rose through the several grades of reporter, local editor, and business manager of that influential paper. Engaging in business for himself he chose the grocer trade and operated retail stores in Urbana and Bellefontaine. Afterwards in conjunction with the late W. H. Marvin he organized the company known as the W. H. Marvin Co. which was engaged in the whole sale grocery business in Urbana and later became the pioneer operators in the preparation and distribution of dried fruits and other food products.

In 1905 he turned over his active duties in that company to his sons, in succession, and became general agent of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance Company, becoming afterward treasurer and president of that Company. At the same time he became actively identified with other of our representative institutions, being at the time of his death, President and Treasurer of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance Company, President of the McCoy Canning Co., Vice President of the Champaign National Bank and director of the W. H. Marvin Co. and in the Urbana Telephone Company.

During his active business life he did not neglect his religious and social development. He was a life long member of the official board for 35 years. In Masonry he was a member of the Lodge, Chapter, Council, Commandery and Scottish Rite, and has been Master of Harmony Lodge and Em Commander of Raper Commandery. He served efficiently on the Committee which secured plans and erected the Masonic Temple

December 1, 1870, Mr. Brand was married to Fannie E. Patrick, a daughter of Evan B. Patrick, late of this city. To this union have been born four children, Charles and Joseph E., well know business men of Urbana, Elizabeth a teacher of the deaf in Pittsburg, Pa., and Ella, wife of Col. Guy L. Qualis, U. S. Army, and now a resident of Colon, Canal Zone, Panama.

Thus are sketched some of the nonsaliant facts of the life of this good man and exemplary citizen; but they come far short of portraying the grace of his presence, the courtesy of his demeanor, the friendliness of his spirit, his devotion to truth and honor and many other excellent traits of character which will ennoble his memory to those who knew him best.

His was a well balance development of all his faculties and powers. His culture was broad and enlightened. His ideals were high and noble. His optimism superb and engaing. He was a very companionable man and had friends among men of all ages. Indeed he was a lover of men, for their own sake, with a great charity of though for all their short comings. In short he was a Christian gentleman, a fine flower of our Western civilization. Funeral services will be held from the late home, Wednesday afternoon at three o’clock, when a Scottish Rite service will be held. Reverend J. P. Simmonds, pastor of the Grace M. E. church will officiate assisted by Dr. Frank Mitchell, Interment will be made at Oak Dale cemetery. One daughter Mrs. Ella Brand Qualls, will be unable to be in attendance at the funeral owing____that the she together_____(note: missing end of article)




About two-twenty o’clock Saturday afternoon an airplane flying a great height and traveling rapidly passed over Urbana, going east. Because the weather conditions ware such as they are, it is not thought probably that it was someone testing a plane or anything of the kind, so the supposition is that it was the U. S. mail plane, traveling from Chicago to New York and carrying a supply of serum in an effort to save the lives of three persons, who are poisoned by ripe olives and who are lying at the point of death in a New York hospital. A dispatch bearing on the condition is carried in another column of this issue.

The plane is said to have left Chicago at 11:30 o’clock Saturday morning.


New York, Jan 17 — Another member of the Delbene family was dead today as a result of eating ripe bottles of olives that were poisoned. Four members of the family have died and three are still critically ill in a hospital. They are Angela, aged 26, Concheto, aged 10, and Dominick, aged 22.

Chicago, Jan 17 — A U. S. mail plane carrying a quantity of serum with which it is hoped to save the lives of three poisoned members of the Delbene family in New York left here at 11:30 a.m. today in a life and death race with time. The aeroplane was four hours late in taking off here. The serum was produced in the laboratories at the University of Illinois, rushed here on an express train and put aboard the aeroplane. (handwritten: A little less than 3 hours from Chicago here)



Honoring the 21 members of the church who have given their services in the world war for democracy a service flag presented by the Brotherhood was unfurled at Grace M. E. church Sunday morning.


The twenty-one thus honored by this flag will occupy a prominent place in the church auditorium are Walter Buck, U.S. Navy; Herbert Baker, Engineer’s Department; Lewis Baker 134th Unit, base hospital; Herbert Cooper, U.S. Navy; Kenneth Cook, U.S. Navy; Clarence Evilsizor, 334th Field Artillery; Russell Delong, U.S. Infantry; Elmer Huston, Electrical Dept. U>S>N>; W. J. Hagerman, in France; Donald Happersett, Motor Mechanical Depot; Weldon McRoberts 46th Co. Aviation Corps; Robert H. pence, Co D., 148th U.S. Infantry; Willis Poole, Hospital School, U.S.N.; Chlor Pickering, 423rd Supply Company; Miss Helen Pratt, Red Cross Nurse; Lieutenant Coleman B. Ross, Co. D. 148th U.S.I.; Freeman Randall, U.S. Navy; Noah Shook, U.S. Cavalry; Dr. M. L. Smith, Medial Reserve Corps; Ansel Woodburn Medical Reserve Corps; and Fred Luking, U.S. Infantry. (Handwritten: Feb 3, 1918)




Every city in the United States is peaking of its Twentieth century baby, and this town can be frozen out of nothing when there is any speaking to be done. We are always in on the same, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Powers of East Church street are the proud parents of the first baby born in the Twentieth century in this city. The little one came at five o’clock, New Year’s morn. And the happy parents think it is the first babe born in the city or county in the Twentieth century.

There’s not heading Urbana. We have a lady also who has lived in three centuries.

It is a matter of general congratulation that the hen strike is over.


The Woman’s Literary Club held their annual social meeting last evening at the home of Mrs. W. A. Patrick in North Main street. The ladies all appeared in old fashioned costumes and the event was one of the most enjoyable of the New Year’s eve functions. An interesting musical program was rendered, the soloists being Miss Nina Welgamood, Miss Mary Conrey and Miss Speer. A tempting supper was service.



The annual social gathering of the Woman’s literary club was the crowing success of the old year and a pretty tribute to the passing century.

By special invitation of the entertainment committee the members of the club appeared in quaint and fancy costumes and it seemed lie a veritable panorama of the different periods of the last hundred years. The fashions of long ago called to mind by many carefully preserved “attic treasures” caused great amusement. Elegant wedding gowns prevailed an by their reappearance after long repose in cedar chests, recalled many beautiful scenes where pretty young brides were the central figures and some ventured to remark that the stately dames with the dignity and grace of mature years added new lute to the way satin folds and made more precious the costly heirlooms of dainty lace.

An interesting program comprising well produced living pictures and charades, fine music, and choice readings, had been arranged by the excellent committee was faithfully rendered and greatly enjoyed by the appreciative company. Dainty refreshments were nicely served by young girls, daughters of club members. Husbands and friends ere cordially welcomed as honored guests for the evening and by their presence added much to the enjoyment.

As the last hour of 1900 (should be 1899) drew near kindly greetings for the new year were mingled with tender farewells and loving good nights and another bright picture hangs on memory’s wall today.




The Initial Gathering in the Remodeled Structure Was One of Unusual Interest

The large lecture room of the remodeled First M. E. Church was filled to its utmost capacity Sunday with the church membership who were permitted for the first to worship in their new home. The morning was used as an occasion by the pastor for recalling the death of some of the former pastors of the church.

Among those whose deaths have occurred during the present pastorate where Ashbury Lowrey, William M. Broadbeck, James Stephenson, W. I. Fee, S. S. Clayton and J. F. Marley. A beautiful tribute was paid to the memory of the latter, who had proposed to make the First church his home church for the balance of his life. Rev. Fuller was assisted in the communion service by the Rev. J. E. Sowers.

The evening service was one of song and praise, and an especial and elaborate program had been arranged under the direction of S. B. Price. The two choirs of the church united for the evening service, which made it one of unusual pleasure. Rev. Fuller preached an appropriate sermon taking his text from the third verse of the cxxvi Psalm, “The Lord hath done great things for us, wherefore we are glad.”



Directors==Joel Read, S.H. Hedges, T. M. Todd, J.P. Knight, J. G. Logan, Sherman Thompson and W. R. Ross. The Board organized by electing Joel Read president, and S. H. Hedges vice president, W.R. Ross was reappointed cashier, F. W. Ambrose, assistant cashier and Pearl C. Todd, Teller.


Have Elected Officers and Directors for the New Year

The stockholders of the Urbana Egg Case company held their annual meeting at the office of the company on Miami Street, the latter part of last week and elected the following directors: Harry Craig, Harry Kirby, Robert Kirby, M.W. Baker, John R. Ross, K.L and H.H. Woods, and W. R. Ross. The directors organized by electing W. R. Ross president and treasure; Harry Kirby, vice-president; and Harry Craig secretary and general manager.


Fire Insurance Company Elect This Year Officers

The annual election for directors of the Western Mutual Fire Ins. Co. was held yesterday, resulting in the reelection of M. N. Crane, J. E. Sowers, J. S. Carter, J.F. Brand and W. R. Ross. Mr. W. R. Ross was elected president; Mr. C.A. Ross, secretary, and Mr. E. T. O’kane special agent.



The annual meeting of the stockholders of the Stevens & Stevens Perfume company, was held at the office of the company Monday evening. The following directors were elected: G.F. Stevens, W. R. Ross, E.E. Cheney, C. B. Heiserman, R. H. Murphey, C.A. Wehrley and George A. Talbott. The Board organized by electing the following officers: President and manager, George F. Stevens, Vice President, G. A. Talbott, secretary C. B. Heiserman, treasure, W. R. Ross. The Stevens & Stevens company have just experienced an exceedingly prosperous year, and the outlook for the future is exceedingly bright.


Mrs. Elizabeth Tyler is visiting her son, Joseph M. Tyler 31 Holly Avenue West Indianapolis. Mrs. Tyler lives at Swallowfield, Ky., and she is now our of her native State for the first time in her long life. Indianapolis is about 15 times as large a city as she has ever seen before. She has been to Frankfort, Ky., from which her home is twelve miles distant. The railroad trip which brought her here was within one of being the first she had taken. Two weeks ago she went 150 miles by train “up into the mountains” to see a sick daughter whom she buried and then started to Indianapolis 325 miles. Part of the way from choice she rode horseback, although she is eighty-three years old. She is the mother of ten children-five boys and five girls — the oldest born in ’40. Five of them are living. She is fond of horseback riding, although she has done little of it in recent years, having no horse handy. An ambition which she expects to satisfy is to go on horseback on a extended trip to Kentucky among her relatives and friends. She brought her knitting with her. She carded the wool by hand, punt the yarn in the old fashioned way and dyed it with the extract of the bark of the white walnut tree, which she steeped.

Rev. A. N. Spahr came up from Dayton Saturday to preach on Sunday in his own church. His sermon was in harmony with the call issued by the Sunday school association to the various ministers of the State asking them to preach a sermon leading up to Decision day, the 11th inst. He chose for his theme “The Duty and Responsibility of Parents Toward their Children, with the Duty of Children to Their Parents” It was an able effort and made quite an impression on the audience.

If these warnings are heeded the prediction that in the next twenty or thirty years there would be the greatest army of gamblers every known, brought about through the teaching and influence of the card playing mothers of the present time, would not be fulfilled.


Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross have gone to Asheville, N.C. for a visit of several weeks with Mrs. John R. Ross, Reynolds Ross and Mrs. Spain. They will arrive in Asheville today, and their visit will be a surprise to the Asheville sojourners, as Mr. and Mrs. Ross made no announcement of their coming, but will go to the hotel there and then call upon their daughter and grandson. They wrote back to relatives here they were upon their way. (Handwritten: Bess Brand in Citizen; We started Wed. Feb. 26, 1913; Bess in Citizen 3/26/1913)

Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Ross returned last evening from a delightful visit with Mrs. Lydia S. Ross, Mrs. Ella R. Spain and Master Reynolds S. Ross at their temporary winter home in Asheville, N.C. (handwritten: We arrived Wed. Mch 19, 1913)




In Public Life and Beloved I His Home And By A Wide Circle of Close Friends

Charles Alanson Ross was born Dec 2, 1849, on Locust Street, between Scioto and Court Streets in Urbana; his life was lived almost entirely in our city; and his death caused by hardening of the arteries, occurring at 7:30 o’clock this morning at the family home on West Reynolds Street. He was a member of a family very closely identified with the early history of Urbana, the son of P. B. and Julia A. Ross and in every way worthy of strong forebears, W. R. Ross and Mrs. Anna Ross Davies of Chicago are the survivors of a large family of brothers and sisters.

He was a boy in wartimes and when the 134th Regiment went to the front, Mr. Ross, a boy of 14, went with them as a drummer. They were “the boys,” the older men had gone earlier, but Charles Ross was the youngest of the regiment. His affiliation with the G.A.R. in later years was a prized association of his life.

As a young man, he was bookkeeper for Shillito’s(?) in Cincinnati; later he was assistant cashier of the Third National Bank of Urbana, and afterward held the same position with the Champaign National Bank and during those years he served as City Clerk of Urbana. For several years Mr. Ross was Special Agent of the Home Insurance Company of New York, and thirteen years ago, he was elected Secretary and Treasure of the Western Mutual Fire Insurance Company of Urbana, which position he held at the time of his death.

Mr. Ross was a member of Grace Episcopal church which church his parents had helped to found and was a trustee of the church at the time of his death. He was a member of Harmony Lodge, No 8, F. and A.M.

A conscientious businessman, staunch, true, and fearless in all his public life; with a vivid sense of humor, ready to relieve any tense situation and an innate sense of modesty which caused him to be notably reticent. He was a man who will be remembered by the community. But, another side of this character was revealed in his home to his family and close friends, the poetry of his nature made him beloved. Music and flowers and little children were his passions. On those rare times when he brought his drum out, that nature showed at his best; in one of his last conscious moments he asked Mrs. Ross to play “the old hymn” and she played “There’s a Wideness” at the piano and many of the old hymns were repeated by him in these last weeks of suffering when during his conscious moments he bore his burden of pain as cheerfully as he had all his life borne every burden.

His marriage to his wife who was Ella Brand, on June 25, 1872, was a union blessed by three children, Ivva Ross Arnold, C.A. Ross, Jr. and Coleman B. Ross. They all survive the husband and father, and there are three grandchildren, Charles Arnold, Julia and William Ross. Their home life has been ideal he and his wife have been the truest companions and the home founded forty years ago is sadden by death for the first time when the father is taken.

Funeral announcements will be made later. (Handwritten: August 4th 1914)



Are the Two Great Men In Belgium Today Says Charles Maskens, Secretary to the Belgian Legation at Washington. In Interview with New York Herald Man

The New York Herald several days ago carried the following letter from their Washington correspondent. The letter contains statements made by Charles Maskens, secretary of the Belgian legation, which are such wonderful words of praise for Mr. Brand Whitlock, that they are reprinted here that his friends in Urbana may rejoice that he is fulfilling it’s great trust.

“An unusual Thanksgiving Day statement, expressing the deep gratitude of the stricken people of Belgium for the relief extended to them from the United States, was made by Charles Maskens, who has just assumed his duties in Washington as Secretary of the Belgian Legation.

“My country as a nation is grateful,” said Mr. Maskens; “my King, in the trenches with his army, feels a gratitude he cannot express that his poor people are being saved by unknown hands across the sea; my fellowmen, having lost all that is dear to them, bless the unseen friends whose sympathy and benefactions are now double sweet.

“With more than seven millions of our people facing starvation, with many of them without shelter or clothing to protect them from a severe winter, we have been given proof that a spirit of Christian brotherhood is practiced by at least one nation. We have been saved by their charity expressed in practical form.

“I venture to say that not another nation would or could do what Americans have at this time. Not only was the help large and prompt, as the occasion demands, but a way had to be found to get the succor into our country without being seized by our enemies. The representatives of the American government in Brussels opened the way, the only way that has been opened for feeding our people. We are dependent upon what Americans give us. Their big-heartedness will be written into our national history.

“When I tell you that there are two great men in Belgium today, King Albert and Brand Whitlock, the American Minister, it is not lessening in the least the homage we pay our sovereign, whom we love more than ever now in the great crisis of his reign. It is our way of telling you how truly we appreciate all that the American Minister has done for us that we place him next to our King.

“All over Belgium, from the recently wealthy and the poor alike, from our nobility and our refugees, from our diplomatic representatives, I heard the same glorifying words of tribute. Brand Whitlock is hailed throughout our land as the savior of the people. He opened a way for their relief when such a way seemed impossible, and he did it while preserving the strictest diplomacy. It was a greater act of humanity.

“Besides saving our people from starvation, Americans by their ready sympathy — and it must have cost much self-denial to supply so much relief in so short a time — have given the Belgians a rebirth of hope of ambition and enterprise for the future.

“My people are grateful for the charity so readily shown and made effective through careful organization, but they are also ambitious for the day when they can again earn their own living. When the invaders have been driven from our land, my people hope to show the world a fine spirit of rehabilitation in that day of their expectation they are confident they will continue to hold the brotherliness that America is now so magnificently showing.


Yesterday was the fifth birthday anniversary of two of Urbana’s tiny tots, but Katherine Thomas postponed her party, and went to Janet Butcher’s and today the party is at Katherine’s home.

Last evening Miss Katherine had a home dinner party, and the yellow tablecloth upon which her father, George S. Thomas, has had his birthday dinner spread every year of his life, was the cloth used a the little daughter’s dinner. It was used on the center table that held the cake and its blazing candles today for the children’s company. Half-a-dozen small tables, each seating four tots were spread in dainty fashion. Quaint Dutch vases holding roses were centre pieces: there were Dutch pictures on the napkins and on the candy boxes, and each little guest had a whistling man as a favor. After refreshments were served, Reynolds Ross had a picture show, throwing reflections of post cards on a screen to the great delight of the infants. Some of the mothers came too, and enjoyed the pretty company Mrs. Thomas had planned as much as did their sons and daughters who were:

Elizabeth Mayse, Farnham Johnson, Harriet Eaton, Frances Forward, Julia Ross, Jean Stadler, Robert Humphreys, Kingsley Ganson, Margaret McConnell, Charles Downey, Katherine Pearce, George McCrery, Mary Twitchell, Jack Lewis, Mary Virginia Bible, Frances Fromme, Frank Zimmer, Katherine Dixon, Janet Bucher, Virginia Brown, Marybel Wolfe, Frances Dunham, Mary Patrick, Elizabeth Russell Kennedy.


(partial article) Figure out for yourself how you would support a family of seven in Urbana on 62 cents a day. What desirable customer you would be for Urbana merchants. What a patron of banks and saving and loan associations — and picture shows — you would be.

That is the kind of labor we are asked to compete with, that is the market we are to exchange for the market afforded by the American workingman.

We are right up to a demonstration of what the new tariff will be for us. Like the man from Missouri, I am waiting to be shown.

If it works out and even maintains the present prosperity I will be one of the first to acknowledge that I have been wrong all my life. It may be a bitter pill for my self-conceit, but when I read President Wilson’s inaugural address, which I considered one of the loftiest and most patriotic of American state papers — at most a fit companion piece for the Gettysburg address — I resolved, then and there to try to be as fair and honest as I believe the president is and to make no unjust or partisan criticisms and to stand ready to own up like a man if Democrats prove to be right.

A man is a fool to offer prophesies on the verge of fulfillment and I make no predictions, I simply say as father used to say: “We shall see what we shall see.”

Yours Affectionately,



A full board of Council, was present Monday evening, and the great wonder of the meeting was that not a single account was handed in.

The Clerk read the recommendation of the Board of City Improvements, “that a street, fifty feet wide, be opened from Water Street north to John Street, on the east line of Peter Byrd’s lot.” On motion the recommendation was adopted by the following vote: Yeas, Baldwin, Thompson, McCarthy, Ganson; Nays — Brand.

The matter was then discussed and it appearing to members in favor of the street, that the recommendation was not what they wanted, the motion to adopt was reconsidered by the following vote: Yeas — Baldwin, Ganson, McCarthy, Thompson; Nays-Brand, Powers. The recommendation was then laid on the table.

At this point a committee from the Ladies’ Temperance League appeared in the Council Chamber and asked to be heard by Council. There were Mrs. S. W. Hitt, Mrs. Edward Jennings, Mrs. Hester Shyrign(?), Mrs. A. R. West, Mrs. B. P. Runkle, and Mrs. John S. Kirby.

Mrs. Jennings in a few very earnest remarks state the petition of the Ladies’ League and presented an Ordinance for the suppression of Tippling houses, and to prohibit the keeping of Ale, Beer or Porter houses in the City, asking that the Council pass it and to assist them in their great work of moral reform.

The Ordinance then passed its first reading, and Mr. Thompson moved the rules be suspended and the Ordinance placed upon its passage. The vote on the suspension stood: Yeas — Baldwin, Brand, Ganson, Thompson; Nays — McCarthy, Powers. So the motion was lost.

Mr. Brand then moved that the Council now adjourn to meet at 7 o’clock tomorrow (Tuesday). The motion was subsequently withdrawn.

The Council then unanimously granted to the Ladies’ League, the use of City Hall, whenever they desired it.

Mrs. West offered up a fervent and powerful prayer, asking Divine wisdom to guide the Council in the use of their legislative power, and beseeching the Almighty to direct their thoughts and actions so the intemperance may be speedily suppressed and Alcohol conquered.

The May reported that Mr. C. G. Smith asked $10 per foot for land required to widen Walnut Street. The matter was referred to the Street Committee and Council adjourned. (date from the back of article, Urbana, December 25, 1873)

Tuesday, February 25, 1919





Wilson Says the Opposition Will Be Thrown on High and Barren Shore.

Boston, Feb. 24 — President Wilson, in his first speech in American on returning from Europe, accepted the challenge of those who oppose American’s entrance into a league of nations.

And, he declared, “I have no more doubt of the verdict of America in this matter than I have doubt of the blood that is in me.

“I have come back to report progress,” he said, “and I did not believe that the progress is going to stop short of the goal.”

The president’s speck was the first direct answer to opponents of the league in the senate. It was planned to lay the background for American support of his program. Its preparation followed along conference on the George Washington with Secretary Tumulty.

“It warms my hear,” the president said in opening, “to see my fellow-citizens again, because I have at times felt very lonely in recent weeks without your counsel.

“The extraordinary generous reception given me on the other side seemed to be a call of greeting to you rather than to me. I had the crowning pride of being your representative. Men everywhere felt that your hearts beat with theirs in the cause of liberty.”

The plaudits of the European crowds, he said, were calls to America for a union across the sea in a peace of justice and right.

“The proudest thing I have to report to you,” he said, “ is that our great country is trusted throughout the world.

Faith in United States.

”The settlement of this war affects every great nation, and sometimes I think every small nation in the world. No one decision can be made without it being reckoned in with others.”

The president spoke of the appeals of downtrodden nations, that America first of all seems to be appealed to these.

“There is no nation in Europe that suspects the motives of the United States.” He said.

“While nations believe that men now have come into a different view they do not seem to resort to each other, but to the nation which has come to be known as the friend of mankind.”

The president was cheered when he said: “The confidence we have established throughout the world, imposes a burden upon us. Any man who opposes the tide will find himself thrown upon barren ground.

“If America were now to fail the world, what would become of it? America is the hope of the world and if she does not justify that hope the results will be unthinkable.

“We set this nation to make men free, and now we will make men free.”

The president said he was ready to fight for this.


The president’s speech follows:

“I wonder if you are half as glad to see me as I am to see you. It warms my heart to see a great body of my fellow citizen again because in some respects, during the recent months I have been very lonely, indeed, without your comradeship and counsel, and I tried at every step of the work which fell to me to recall what I was sure would be your consul, with regard to the great matters which are under consideration.

“I do not want you to think that I have not been appreciate of the extraordinary generous reception which was given to me on the other side, in saying that it makes me very happy to get home again. I do not mean to say that I was not very deeply touched by the cries that came from the great crowds on the other side. But I want to say to you in all honesty that I felt them to be a call of greeting to you rather than to me.

“I did not feel that the greeting was personal. I had in my heart the overcrowing pride of being your representative, and of receiving the plaudits of men everywhere, who felt that your hearts beat with theirs in the cause of liberty. There was no mistaking the tone in the voices of those great crowds. It was not a tone of mere greeting. It was not a tone of mere generous welcome; it was the calling of comrade to comrade, the cry that comes from men who say: ‘we have waited for this day when the friends of liberty should come across the sea and shake hands with us, to see that a new world was constructed upon a new basis and foundation of justice and right.’

America Trusted.

“I can’t tell you the inspiration that come out of those simple voices in the crown, and the proudest thing I have to report to you is that his great country of ours is trusted throughout the world.

“I have not come to report the proceedings or the results of the proceedings of the peace conference. That would be premature. I can say that I have received very happy impressions from this conference; the impression that while there are many difference of judgment, while there are some divergences of object, there is, nevertheless, a common spirit and a common realization of the necessity of setting up new standards of right in the world. Because the men who are in conference realize as keenly as any American can realize that they are not the masters of their people; that they are the servants of their people and that the spirit of their people has awakened to a new purpose and new conception of their power to realize that purpose and that no man dare go home from that conference and report anything less noble than was expected of it.

Small Nations Affected.

“The conference seems to you to go slowly; from day to day in Paris it seems to go slowly, but I wonder if you realize the complexity of the task which it has undertaken. It seems as if the settlements of this war affect and affect directly, every great, and I sometimes thing every small nation in the world, and no one decision can be made which is not properly linked in with the great series of other decisions which must accompany it, and it must be reckoned on with the final result, if the real quality and character of that result is to be properly judged.

“What we are doing is to hear the whole case; hear it from the mouths of the men most interested; hear it from those who are officially commissioned to state it; hear the rival claims; hear the claims that affect new nationalities, that affect new areas of the world, that affect commercial and economic connections that have been established by the great world war through which we have gone. And I have been struck by the moderateness of those who have represented national claims. I can testify that I believe nowhere have I seen the gleam of passion.

“I have seen earnestness, I have seen tears come to the eyes of men who plead for downtrodden peoples whom they were privileged to speak for; but they were not the tears of anger, they were the tears of ardent hope.

America Their Hope.

“I don’t see how any man can fail to have been subdued by these pleas, subdued to this feeling that he was not there to assert an individual judgment on his own, but to try to assist the cause of humanity. And in the midst of it all every interest seeks out, first of all, when it reaches Paris, the representatives of the United States. Why? Because, and I think I am stating the most wonderful fact in history, because there is no nation in Europe that suspects the motives of the United States.

“Was there ever so wonderful a thing seen before? Was there ever so moving a thing? Was there ever any fact that so bound the nation that had won that esteem forever to deserve it?

“I would not have you understand that the great men who represent the other nations there in conference are disesteemed by those who know them. Quite the contrary. But you understand that the nations of Europe have again and again clashed with one another in competitive interests. It is impossible for men to forget theses sharp issues that were drawn between them in times past. It is impossible for men to believe that all ambitions have all of a sudden been foregone.

“They remember territory that was coveted; they remember rights that it attempted to extort; they remember political ambitions which it has attempted to realize — and while they believe that men have come into a different temper, they can not forget these things and so they do not resort to one another for a dispassionate view of the matters in controversy. They first resort to that nation which has won the enviable distinction of being regarded as the friend of mankind.

“Whenever it is desired to send a small force of soldiers to occupy a piece of territory where it is thought nobody else will be welcome, they ask for American soldiers. And where other soldiers would be looked upon with suspicion and perhaps met with resistance, the American soldiers are welcomed with acclaim.

American Soldiers Praised.

“I have had so many grounds for pride on the other side of the water that I am very thankful that they are not grounds for personal pride, but for national pride. If they were grounds for personal pride, I’d be the most stuck up man in the world. And it has been an indefinite pleasure to me to see those gallant soldiers of ours.

“Everybody praises the American soldier with the feeling that in praising him he is subtracting from the credit of no one else.

“I have been searching for the fundamental fact that converted Europe to believe in us. Before this war Europe did not believe in us as she does now. She did not believe in us throughout the first three years of the war. She seems really to have believed that we were holding off because we thought we could make more by staying out than by going in.

“And all of a sudden, in a short 18 months, the whole story is reversed. There can be but on explanation for it. They saw what we did — what, without making a single claim, we put all our men and all our means at the disposal of those who were fighting for their homes, in the first instance, but for a cause — the cause of human right and justice — and that we went in, not to support their national claims, but to support the great cause which they held in common.

“And when they saw that America not only held ideals, but acted ideals, they were converted to America and became firm partisans of those ideals.

War Won by Ideals.

“I met a group of scholars when I was in Paris. Some gentlemen from on of the Greek universities who had come to see me and in whose presence, or rather in the presence of whose traditions of learning, I felt very young indeed. And I told them that I had had one of the delightful revenges that sometimes comes to a man. All my life I have heard men speak with a sort of condescension of idealists and particularly of those separate, encloistered persons whom they choose to term academic, who were in the habit of uttering ideals on the fee atmosphere when they clash with nobody in particular.

“And I have said I have this sweet revenge. Speaking with perfect frankness in the name of the United States, I have uttered as the objects of this great war, ideals and nothing but ideals, and the war has been won by that inspiration.

“Men were fighting with tense muscle and lowered head until they came to realize those things, feeling they were fighting for their lives and their country, and when these accents of what it was all about reached them from America, they lifted their heads, they raised their eyes to heaven; then they saw men in khaki coming across the sea in the spirit of crusaders and they found that these men, reckless of danger, not only, but reckless because they seemed to see something that made that danger worth while.

“Men have testified to me in Europe that men were possessed by something they could only call a religious fervor. They were not like any of the other soldiers. They had a vision, they had a dream and they were fighting in the dream, and fighting on the dream they turned the whole tide of battle and it never came back.

Accepts Challenge.

“And now do you realize the confidence we have established throughout the world imposes a burden upon us. It is one of those burdens which any nation ought to be proud to carry. Any man who resists the present tides that run in the world will find himself thrown upon a shore so high and barren that it will seem as if he had be separated from his human kind forever.

“I invite him to test the sentiments of the nation. We set this nation up to make them free and we did not confine our conception and purpose to America, and now we will make men free. If we did not do that all the fame of America would be gone and all her power would be dissipated. She would then have to keep her power for those narrow selfish provincial purposes which seem so dear in some minds that have no sweep beyond the nearest horizon. I should welcome no sweeter challenge than that.

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Articles from the back of the above article


John Long of near Millerstown transacted business here Monday.

M.R. Geyer was at Salem Saturday night.

The Washington day celebration held Friday night at school auditorium was a success. All acted well their part. The most impressive was when they saluted the flag. The entertainment pleased the large audience present.

Jesse Arbogast and a young lady from Urbana by the name of Groves visited Freeman Park and Jess Armstrong and wife, Sunday forenoon.

Mrs. Sarver is some better today.

Frank Park had a busy week and shipped cattle and hogs from Rosewood last week.

Charles Pence and family of Napoleon are visiting friends here this week.

Mrs. James Hoffman is on the sick list with a bad cold.

Are sorry to hear of Lottie Pyle being so seriously ill at this writing.

Mrs. Minnie Pyle is suffering with rheumatism.

Jennie Huling called on Mrs. Mumma last Saturday P.M

Mrs. W.C. and G. C. Wilkinson, Mrs. Richard Butts and Mrs. Ellen Colbert.

The Red Cross No 26 met at the home of Ellen Smith Thursday to do sewing for the Belgians. Sec. N0. 26 was the ones to meet at this time. They had a pleasant and profitable meeting.

Mrs. Mumma was on the sick list Saturday with an attack of stomach trouble. Mrs. Geyer did her work for her o Saturday. She is better at this writing.

Your scribe got a nice postal card from Jasper Birkhold and family. They are in the State of Washington and appreciate the Rosewood news in the Democrat and not afraid to say so.

John D. Wright and wife and son, Forest and his friend, Mr. Hennessey of Urbana spent Sunday with W.C. Wilkinson and wife.

F. M. Heath of Pawhuska, Okla., has started home after a two weeks’ visit with his mother, Mrs. Monroe and his sisters.


Wesley A. Maurice, who resides at Rosewood, Ohio, has been duly appointed and qualified as Administrator of the estate of Emerson E. Maurice late of Champaign County, Ohio, deceased.

Dated February 17, 1919

Virgil H. Gibbs

Probate Judge of Champaign Co., O.

Feb 18-25, Mar 4


Claude Henley, who resides in New Rochelle, New York, will take notice that on the 8th day of February 1919, Mamie Hensley filed her petition against him for divorce, alimony, and custody of the minor child in the Common Pleas Court of Champaign County, Ohio; that said cause will be for hearing on or after the 5th day of April, 1919.

Owen, Ware, Owen

Attorneys for Plaintiff

(Feb. 14-18-25-Mar 4-11-18)

Notice for Parole.

Notice is hereby given that John Braswell, a prisoner now confined in the Ohio State Reformatory, Mansfield Ohio, is entitled under the law and rules governing paroles from said institution, to recommendation to the Board of Clemency, by the Superintendent and Chaplain as worthy of consideration for parole. Said application will be for hearing on and after March 1st, 1919.

J. E. Clark, Chief Clerk

Feb. 18-25, Mar 4

Sheriff’s Sale

In Partition

Champaign, common Pleas, Order of Sale No 15408 Grace Yocum Vs. Maud Clapper, et al.

By virtue of the above stated writ from said court and to me directed I shall offer at Public Sale at the door of the Court House, in the City of Urbana, Ohio, on Saturday, March 22nd, 1919, at or about the hour of two o’clock P>M> of said day, the following premises situated in Champaign County, Ohio, and in the city of Urbana and described as follows: Being lots Numbers 410, 411 and 412 in Depositors Addition to the city of Urbana, Ohio, excepting 160 feet off the East end of Lots numbers 411 and 412 and 160 feet off the East end of lot 410.

Terms: one-third cash, the balance in equal payments in one and two years, bearing 6% interest, and secured by mortgage on the premises.

Appraised at Lot number 410, $60.00

Lot number 411, $60.00

Lot number 412, $100.00

John H. Seigle

Sheriff of Champaign Co., O.

Deaton, Bodey, and Bodey, Attys

Feb 18-25, Mar 4-11-18

Urbana Ohio, Friday December 4, 1914

Legal Notice

Ella T. Cross, plaintiff vs. Charles Cross Defendant

Court of Common Pleas, Champaign County Ohio

Charles A. Cross whose place of residence is unknown will take notice that on the 3rd day of December, A.D. 1914, Ella T. Cross filed her petition in the Common Please Court of Champaign County, Ohio, in Case no 4655 against him praying for a divorce and custody of their minor child and that said cause will be for hearing on or after the 6th day of February, 1915.

Ella T. Cross.

Owen and Ware, her Attorneys

Dec 4-11-18-26 Jan 1-8

Daily Citizen, December 21, 1889 (Price 3 cents)


“It seems a long shot from the shadows of today to the sunlight period of the past, when a Conestoga wagon, drawn by four horses garnished with bells, slowly jingled along in the early autumn, pulling not only the household furniture, but the family to Logan County. Those, to my memory, were golden hours. All day for four days, my mother, three sisters, my brother, and I, jolted on in a little springless wagon that was more fatiguing than the same time on foot. For three nights we found ourselves accepting hospitality from houses along the way, and the last night enroute we camped on the roadside, and that makes the most glorious memory of all. I recollect as vividly as if it were now, being awakened from a sound sleep by my mother as the day began to dawn above, the woods all about us were alive with the songs of birds, the drumming of pheasants, as they were called, the cawing of crows, the shrieks of multitudinous jays, while the queer call of the wild turkey could be heard at intervals. But the grandest event of all was three deer across the road. There was a startling crash in the underbrush near us, and, like a flash, a noble buck seemed to fly over the road followed by two does. They disappeared in the woods again and the sight deprived me of breath for an instant. There is no exaggeration in this. There are men yet alive who can bear testimony to the abundance of game at that time in the part of Ohio. Humanity loves to kill. The brutal instinct in us is so strong that no culture weakens, let alone destroys the propensity. The horrible inhumanity that killed our Savior cannot be expected to spare the innocent little birds and helpless animals that once adorned our fields and woods. These same fields and woods are now as silent as the Streets of Urbana. I sometimes think it odd that we butchers of birds and beasts are not sometimes startled and made afraid by the grave suggestion that there is a class of beings above and about us cruelly savage and destructive as we are to the animated creation beneath us. These unseen things may not be any more devils than we are, and may look upon our vindictive mutilation and destruction with the same lofty indifference that marks our superiority to the dependent and helpless.

“However, it is a reminiscence, and not a moral essay that you ask of me.

“On the fifth day we reached our new home in the wilderness. It was a double log cabin and yet remains, somewhat disfigured from its original appearance, four mouldy old shingles take the place of clapboards for a roof, and the logs are concealed by weatherboarding on the outside, and plaster and paper within, It is a picturesque old house today with its front porch holding, on posts cut from the woods with bark upon them, a quaint room above, and the dormer windows tell of a half story all punctuated by brick chimneys built on the outside. When I first saw it, and from many years after, the space between the two ends was open and the logs filled between by chunks of wood well plastered with mortar. At all seasons we children fell asleep with the stars twinkling upon us through the chinks of the clapboard roof and many a time we awakened in the winter with a thin sheet of snow upon our bedclothes that had drifted in through the crevices between the logs. It was home all the same — dear, sacred home, made precious by loving tenderness and refined culture. In that log cabin could be heard, with its thin tinky notes, the first piano brought to the West across the Alleghany mountains, and it was the pioneer of millions that have since tortured the ears of the truly musical. At the head of that household was a grand man and a sainted mother; but I cannot trust myself to write of those pioneers, nor is it fit that I should.

“Talk of you evolution, out of those hardy, honest, kindhearted pioneers, not only of that log cabin but the hundreds that make up the settlements, came the mean, selfish, sordid, money-getters of today. Do not wax wroth over that, I include myself. What a life! Not exactly of charity, but of noble, generous emotions existed at the time. We loved our neighbors, and our neighbors loved us. When a log cabin was to be erected, all turned out, amid cheering laughter, to roll up the rough structure. When sickness came — which it frequently did from privation and exposure, the country side was filled with nurses and helpers. A death made the neighborhood one family of mourners. As Governor Tom Corwin said to me, “The spirit of Christ marched with the pioneers.’ They carried to the border a feeling of helpfulness never know to other communities. It was true religion; the religion of love. It was rough, however, and here followed an illustration I wish to put to print, but it is too rough for type. Many a time since hearing it I have set the table in a roar. Governor Corwin told of how one sonny Sunday afternoon he made one of a Baptist congregation assembled under the trees in Kentucky for divine service. As there were no newspapers in those days on the border, the minister was used as an advertising medium, and ere he opened services read from the pulpit or stand certain notices referring to the business of the neighborhood. On this occasion the Rev. Mr. Tubbs began with a request fro prayers from the congregation in behalf of Bro. Buck Nailor, an inestimable citizen who had been knocked in the head while resisting an officer.

“’See him damned first,” responded a voice from the meeting, which as sustained by an eruption of solemn amens.

“The next notice I omit for reasons stated above. It referred to a possible improvement of the breed of horses from brother Smith’s thoroughbred Arabian.

“The third notice created quite a disturbance and led to an intermission of divine service of an hour for a fight. The preacher called attention of the brethren to the fact that Brother Tomkins had some fine powder ready for sale. The pioneers made their own powder, and the advertising divine suggested that probably some brother could bear testimony to its value. At this, a tall, slab-sided, broad-shouldered, double-fisted son of the Baptist persuasion arose and roared:

“’Brother Tubbs, it ain’t worth a tinker’s dam — I’ve tried it,’ and here followed a description of that power that cannot be reproduced in a filmy journal, or indeed anywhere else, save late after a dinner of gentlemen. The account of the powder had scarcely ended ere that irate powder merchant collided with the tall member and a terrific fight followed, in which nearly all the male members of the little congregation of the Lord took part on one side or the other. At the end of an hour divine services were resume as if nothing had occurred.

“Dear old master of human emotions, who could sway a crowd at will from tears to laughter and from laughter to tears, who — take him all in all — was the greatest man Ohio ever put to the front, and yet in passing from history in a way to make those grieve who loved and reverence him in life. The memory of his genius claims is not for him. His ears have long been closed in death and his brave, pure, beautiful spirit has passed into eternity that swallows the myriads of men and worlds without end. History is after all but a brief flash that reveals like lightning for but an instant the things that are not what they seem. It is not for us and our children to cherish his fame as a noble heritage for others to emulate, worship and live by. His marble statue, executed by our Quincy Ward ought to grace the old Hall of the House at Washington, D.C., where the walls so often echoed to his musical voice in its eloquent utterance.

“It is Tom Corwin who, leaning back in the huge arm chair upon the porch of the old homestead at Mac-o-chee, said, as he gazed upon the willow-fringed meadows; ‘Of all the places this is the easiest to live and die in I ever saw.’

“To my memory the country seems to have been as well filled with quaint, odd characters as it was with game. Nearly every man seemed to have been turned out of a peculiar mod, and shaped his life by an eccentricity of his own creating. I remember one, a mason, known by the name of ‘old Gettysburg’ from the fact that he began all his stories, mostly monstrous lies, with ‘when I was in Gettysburg.’ We boys fairly doted on old G. He could discount Munchausen and not try.

“’Now byes so yer off-eye on me,’ he would say, for example, filling his stubby clay pipe. “I’m a’goin to tell ye about a big Gun. It was a gun left over from the Revolution; a prime favorite of Gineral Washington’s. It laid alongside the road goin’ to Gettysburg. Well, one night I was a ridin’ on hoss-back sorter belated, and a storm came up. It was a big storm I tell ye. The lightning flashed right along bright enough to blind ye, while the thunderbolts just dropped about promiscuous-like, knocking right and left, and the rain — well it jist came down in sheets. I suddenly recollected that cannon, and to git out of the storm I jist rode my horse into it at the muzzle. I was about comfortin’ myself when the stage coach came a thunderin’ down. The fooled driver missed his way and drove heltersplit into that cannon and killed his two leaders dead at the britch.’

“’And what became of you?’ chorused the boys.

“’Well, I though just a quick as a wink what I’d got to do, and I leaped my hoss out at the touch-hole.’

“Another favorite monstrosity he was fond of telling came up in illustration of his agility. The powder mills of Gettysburg caught fire. There was danger of an explosion that would destroy the town. He was at work topping a chimney a mile off. He immediately, with great presence of mind, dropped his shoes, descended the ladder and ran that mile. He got into the mills and tramped out fifty-eight barrels of powder in his stocking feet, and so save the town.

“The old fellow’s interlocutory words became to be proverbial. When one began a fish story, or any other boastful narrative, he would be interrupted by a cry from some one, ‘when I was at Gettysburg’ and effectually silenced.

“The man, however, that to this day holds the affection born in my boyish heart was George Martin. He was what my father called a first-class chickencoop carpenter, and evidently by the day and not by the ‘job.” He was so slow not only in his work but in all things. The time he took to eat was exasperating. He was longer in getting to sleep and certainly in waking than any man alive. His gait, as he moved, was as if his limbs were lazily consulting each other as to long premeditated motions, while the sentences that escaped his everlasting masticated tobacco seemed to lounge our of his mouth.

“There was enmity between George Martin and one Mike O’Brien. This grew out of a theological difference. I never could discover that either had any religion, but Mike was a stout Catholic to his finger tips, or rather to the tip of his shillalah. Martin had read but one book and that was Fox’s “Book of Martyrs,” fearfully illustrated, hence Martin regarded all Catholics more or less sons of Satan, and O’Brien was especially marked out for damnation. This he leped out by damning O’Brien on all occasions.

“O’Brien was not slow in reciprocating, and we were frequently favored with conversations that were not supposed to be of a religious nature, but so hid under profanity that the theological instinct was somewhat obscured, and especially was this the condition when the disputed ended in a fight — no unusual occurrence.

“One Saturday evening a number were engage near the saw mill shooting at a mark. Martin had put down his loaded rifle to look at the mark and chalk the latest shot. While thus engaged O’Brien came along quite drunk. It was growing dark and had it been broad daylight, White’s Best, of which he had been partaking, would have obscured his vision. As it was he quite astonished Martin.

“’Gimme a goon,” cried Mike and before he could be arrested cocked and leveled the rifle. Poor Martin was bending over scrutinizing the holes lately made in the board, and thus presented a bright patch on the seat of his pantaloons, that Mike mistook for the mark, aimed at and fired. Had he aimed at anything else than Martin he might have hit the great hunter and theological student of Fox. As it was, Martin heard the crack of the rifle and at the same instant the shrill whiz of the bullet. He left that locality immediately. He did not wait to pass any whereases or result ions. He could have given Lady Macbeth’s guests a lesson as he retired beyond range.

“’Look at the dirty baste runnin’ away wid de mark,’ cried O’Brien. Nothing could convince Martin that this was not a premeditated attempt on his life, instigated by the Pope of Rome.

“Martin, according to his own account, was a mighty hunter. He had scarcely been sent on end from his trough of cradle before he began killin ‘injuns.’ His stories of deer stalking and bear killing made our unkempt locks stand on end. He was a great man in our youthful eyes and minds, and with the lofty ambition to be hunters, the writer of this, aged ten and his younger brother, aged six, wended our way to Martin’s cabin and informed the mighty hunter that father had sent us to borrow his rifle, pouch and powder horn, as he wished to kill a hog. The unsuspecting master of first-class chicken-coops handed over the rifle, pouch and horn. We were scarcely out of the cabin before we made for the woods and hid the precious weapon in a hollow log. The next morning at daylight we were on the hunt. The discovery, however, was soon made that killing game called for something besides arms. We banged away at all in sight without bringing anything down, even a chipmunk. This was simply disgusting. We caught glances of deer, we stumbled on wild turkeys, we saw the track of a bear — at least we took it to be such — it might have been that of a big dog, but never trophy came our way.

“This was mortifying in the extreme. We had slaughtered nothing, and while mournfully recognizing this fact, old man Burnside’s huge boar came to our vision. He was an immense animal made up mainly of skin, bone and bristles. Saw-back and long-snouted, he was calmly munching acorns, when we unanimously voted him a wild boar. Martin had told us what terrible beasts they were, so we dropped behind a fallen tree, and I brought the trusty rifle to bear, determined to rid the woods of this enemy of man. It took some time to get a bead on the beast that came moving toward us all unconscious of the peril impending. At last I touched the hair trigger and the gun went off, and so did we. The haste was uncalled for. The philosophical old father of gods looked up from under his huge ears with sagacious, but not attractive eyes when the whip-like report of the rifle rang out, and then went on with his dinner, evidently impressed with the belief that this noise had nothing to do with his pursuit — suddenly, however, he gave a loud squeal and came toward us. My heart beat like a trip-hammer and seemed to be striving to get out at my mouth. The beast surged past us and disappeared through the brush. Old farmer Burnside said afterward, in profound ignorance of what had been done to his paternal hog, ‘that ere animal kem home a squealing’ an’ then wen cavortin’ round a hull day’s if he felt sorter ridiculous, then he sorter pined down and died.’ Of course we never enlightened the old man as to that sporadic case of hog cholera.

“Descending from our perches, we hastily proceeded to reload the rifle, as I suggested the wild boar might return. In our haste to secure a change of venue we left, unawares, the ramrod in the barrel.

“It was late in the afternoon after the active operation in prot that we sat under a log despondent and desperately hungry. We left home with half a loaf of bread and a little salt, intending to feed upon what we killed. Half a loaf, shared by two boys of such healthy appetites, only made us the more hungry. We were about to drop the hunting business and steal ingloriously home, when a strange noise on the other side of the log attracted our attention. Rising up we peered over and saw a magnificent flock of wild turkeys grouped about and feeding on the crumbs of bread we had dropped. Fortunately for us the foliage of the lately fallen tree hid our heads as I brought the gun to bear and banged. The flock scattered, leaving two dead and one wounded, thanks to the ramrod that had evidently swung through like a chain-shot. Dropping the rifle, we gave chase to a wounded turkey that could not fly, but made excellent time with its legs. How it fluttered along, and how we followed it is vividly remembered by me today. At times we ere nearly upon it, and then it would make a spurt and almost leave us. At last it stuck between two saplings, and ere it could extricate itself, we tumbled bodily upon the bird. Decapitation with an old Barlow pocket knife was immediate, and then dragging the dead specimen along, we were nearly exhausted, we attempted to return to the gun and slaughtered game. After probably an hours work — it seemed like five to us — we found ourselves lost, or rather the gun and turkeys lost. Then we made an effort to return and, dropping our turkey, for it was to heavy to carry, we hurried off. Some time after, just as the last rays of the sun were lifted from the tree-tops, we came upon something lying on the ground and, on closer examination found it to be our dead turkey. We were lost in the trackless forest, and in our effort to escape had made a complete circuit.

“In the desperate time that followed, night fell upon us. It may seem a light affair to others, but to us boys the situation was simply terrifying. Old Martin and others had filled our credulous minds with wild stories of bears, boards, ‘painter,’ and not only this but ghost stories of headless horsemen that galloped through the woods. We sat exhausted at the foot of a tree, and I confess that I wept copiously, which weeping was garnished by individual howls. My younger brother wept also, but in a more quiet manner. In the midst of this he said:

“’What’s the use of bellerin’ — let’s climb a tree like Martin did the night the ten thousand wolves got after him, then bears and things can’t hurt us.’ We acted on the suggestion. I had observed an old tree that, in being uprooted by a storm, had lodged in falling upon other. We could yet in the gloaming see this refuge, and up the nearly prostrate trunk we climbed till we reached the point where the fork of the bent tree held its dead enemy, and there among the crushed limbs were found a rather comfortable nest. We acquired some little courage in this refuge, but towns-folk and those unacquainted with forests, and suppose that after dark theses woods are silent, had better pass, even now, a night among them. They will learn that it is a night, more than in daylight the forests are alive. All sorts of unseen things come out for a little exercise in the air. The great throngs of game it is true have disappeared, but coons, mink and ‘possums emerge from their hiding places in search of food, and have a cheerful intercourse of a gossipy, and more or less belligerent nature. Great horned owls hoot at each other’s chestnuts, and laugh immoderately at their own. One hears at intervals the stealthy tread, or rather shuffling movement among leaves that ceases as mysteriously as it began. At the time of our terrified night sojourn, these sounds were multiplied and of an uglier nature. There were cries of animals, piercing and fearful. But waried nature came to our relief and we fell asleep to awaken in the broad daylight, stiff and sore from the cramped position the tree afforded us. Crawling down, we moved from the rising sun and ere long found a road that was familiar to us. While tramping on, we heard horns blown at regular intervals to the right and left of us. Directly a man on horseback appeared along the road armed with a tin horn that he would toot every few minutes. In this tooter we recognized George Martin. ‘Sakes alive, you little minks, where o earth have you been?’ he cried. ‘Here’s the hull country up a searchin’ and blowin’ horns, and your mother night about dead wit the scarre.’

“He gave two short notes form his horn and in a few minutes a crowd had gathered, among it my father. He tried to look sever and scold us, but the delight felt at finding us safe, dissipated his wrath. Our dear mother passed from fear to pride at our adventure. George Martin lost his gun, but as my father had to purchase him another, this was not so bad, as the fact soon developed that I could match my master in recounting wild adventures.

This day and night gave us foundation enough for stories that simply disgusted and silenced old George. What bear I killed, what bears I shot, while even Indians in war paint were put to flight. As for the headless horsemen that galloped by at midnight, they not only grew in number at every narration, but were pursued by headless hounds and hoop snakes without number. I never could get my brother to endorse any of these delightful romances, but as I was much bigger and quite able to punch his head he prudently abstained from comment or contradiction.

“It was George Martin’s private opinion publicly expressed that’ all boys are born liars.” He did not know, of course, how that imaginative faculty, properly trained and chastened down, makes the successful journalist, especially when he works up an interview or writes a political platform.

Donn Piatt

Mac-o-chee, Ohio, Dec. 16, 1889







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Our good friend, Hon. Joseph A. Howells, of Jefferson, a brother of William Dean Howells, the great author, has our thanks for the excellent contribution he has taken the time in the midst of his own holiday rush to write for the Christmas Citizen. We have always regretted that “Jo” did not like “Dean” indulge his literary tastes to the fullest extent possible, for we believe he would have in that event, been the more famous of the two. Perhaps he may yet recover lost ground by beginning now, for old men can often outrun their younger brothers.

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The sketch, “Memories of the Mac-o-chee,” we publish today is a choice specimen of work of the well known author and journalist who kindly contributes it for the Christmas Citizen. It sparkles with a quaint humor, for which he is know the world over, and has in addition a tenderness in which he seldom indulges in print. This reminds us that Col. Donn Piatt is in one respect a very singular man. He is not only two sided, but his two sides are antagonistic to each other. While know to the world as a casuistic cynical and sometimes savage wielder of a remarkable pen, in private life to those who know him personally he is amiable in manner, kind-hearted, generous, and impulsive — much to his own injury. He has lived all his life among us, and is not only known as a man of deeply religious nature, but the care and tenderness he has shown an invalid wife for twenty years has won him not only love but admiration.

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Editor Citizen: — When you requested me to furnish you a paper on Christmas in old-time Urbana, I readily agreed, thinking it would be an easy task to recall incidents enough to fill a column or two; and it would, though I discover, as I begin the work, that my memory recalls occurrences too personal to myself or near relatives to be suitable for a newspaper, being nearly all associated with home — either my father’s or my own. I — all of us — remember Christmas as the happiest of holidays, for it is then we view one with another in efforts to promote the happiness of others, perhaps with some selfishness, thinking only of those who are dear to us, and neglecting those whose barren, isolated lives call for sympathy and help, or failing to “feed the hungry and clothe the naked.” But while there may be this tinge of selfishness in our observance of the day, I believe the great majority of Urbana people possess the true spirit of benevolence and good will, and if they are in any sense neglectful are thoughtless rather than inwardly selfish. This must be so, for when did a real charity fail of prompt response from our people? From my earliest recollection Urbanians have been liberal, and have given of their goodly stores to the needy, and generally their charity has been given other than at home, for it is worthy of note that we have had little poverty and suffering in our midst. We have escaped great calamities by fire, water and famine, and have been steadily self-reliant and prosperous. And then we have had a moral community, with well sustained and well attended churches and exceptionally good schools and here people of refinement have found opportunity to make home-like homes.

Christmas in old-time Urbana was a general but not a public holiday, unless we include the whole Christmas week, during which it was the custom away back in the “fifties” to make merry in public entertainments such as fairs and balls, usually for the benefit of some organization, notably the fire companies, which in those days were the pride of our people and next to the churches nearest their hearts. Every able-bodied young man who sought the smiles of fair lady or the approval of solid men of property was expected to be enrolled a member of a fire company, and the rivalry between the different companies for first place in the people’s affections was sometimes a little more than healthy. For a number of years the fire ladies “took the town,” and their exploits and achievements were every pleasing subjects for conversation in parlor, store, or shop; and the spirit of the firemen must have crept into even the church for it is true that Rev. Granville Moody, pastor of the First M.E. church, was a ready and fearless actor at a fire. About 1858, on Sunday evening, a house on Locust street, near Granson’s old livery stable, was burning and the fire bell was rung. When the first tap of the bell sounded, Mr. Moody was in the midst of a prayer. Before the second tap he was half-way down the pulpit steps and saying “Amen” as he ran, he rushed from the church and to the fire and was the first man on the burning building, working vigorously and intelligently until the flames were conquered. I have heard, too, that the fire companies got into politics, and that one of our citizens who was a candidate for an important State offices was defeated through the efforts of a fellow townsman(who leaned toward the “other company,”) who derisively referred to him as wearing a “monkey jacket” and “running with the boys.” A friend of the candidate, knowing his ability and true worth, tried hard to overcome the effect of all the enemy’s ridicule, but without avail; the money jacket was too much for the Cincinnati delegation.

Long ago, too long ago for me to know anything about it, the then young fellows of the village organized a fire company and ran with a machine called Champaign. Early in the ‘50’s the young men began to refer to the Champaign as a tub, and the men who managed it as old fogies, and a demand was made for a modern engine, and young, active men to fight fire. Talk ripened into action, and the Molunkee fire company was organized, and a new side-stroke engine procured. This was the beginning of the firemen’s era in Urbana, and later followed the organization of the Young Americas, the natural successors to the Champaign.

The Molunkee company included in its membership nearly all of the “high-toned” young men and many of the more substantial citizens of the village. I was but a lad then, too young to be admitted to membership, and as I watched the men on parade, wearing their black pants, blue blouses, red belts, red neck-ties and firemen’s caps there grew in me a determination to be one of their number as soon as years should make me eligible. But the changes of years changed my purposes, though I have never entirely recovered from my admiration of that body of men. There was a time when I could recall the name of every member of the company, I think, and can now name a large percentage of them. It might be of interest to your readers to see a list of their names, and but for the fact that you have just telephoned me for “copy,” I would give it from a roll which I suppose could be procured. In the hurry I will mention from memory the following:

*J.V. Guthrie, “Joseph H. White, C. H. Ward, *Lee R. Taylor, Aaron Wiley, *C. W. L. Taylor, William Wiley, *William Chatfield, *David Chatfield, *Henry McComsey, John R. Lemen, George Cruzen, N. A. Wierman, A.C. Deul, T. T. Brand, *W. V. Colwell, C. W. Miller, *W. A. Brand, *Ross Colwell, C. F. Colwell, J. C. Brand, Jr., *Horace G. Happersett, William R. Patrick, *William M. (Tip) Patrick, Isaac B. Happersett, *Charles W. Humphreys, William Warren, Henry Rhodes, John T. Zombro, *Saunders Hubbell, William Fairchild, *John M. Cundiff, C. W. Roof, *Evan G. Wiley, Joseph C. Vance, James Kidder, *Robert Outram, Robert Sanders, *L. L. Marsh, T. G. Keller, Joseph Keller, Henry McDargh, John McDarr, *James H. Taylor, *James McDargh, W. A. McComsey, W. A. Sampson, John J. Anderson, John D. Rock, William Knight, Charles Rock, *Samuel H. Hamilton, *G W. Geiger, *Aden Wiley, *John Talbott, Archie Houston, Marcus Stansbury, Theo. Stansbury, William Ganson, *John Morrison, William S. Reynolds, B. F. Ganson.

Our older citizens will recognize that every business interest as well as the highest social element of the village were directly or indirectly represented hence it is not surprising that when a Christmas week fair for the benefit of the Molunkees was announced it created universal interest and everybody made proper preparation to attend. I think our business men must have contributed liberally to this fair, for there were disposed of during the week many valuable articles by “chance,” and there was a general discussion of the propriety or wickedness of lotteries. This was perhaps the beginning, in Urbana, of the discussion of the right or wrong of “fair lotteries,” but the discussion did not result in a settlement of the question, nor do I think there has yet come to be one mind on the subject. Then as now there were people who believed the giving or taking of anything by chance was a species of gambling, others saw no harm in it, and yet others thought the object so worthy that they were willing to be oblivious to the little wrong for the great good. The fair was held in the old Union Hall; and during its continuance there was provided special entertainment for every evening, consisting of music, re citations and readings, and one of the features was an original song by C. H. Ward, who, by the way, is the only one of the original officers living. The song was considered a great “hit,” relating as it did the heroic deeds of the young

firemen and ridiculing the efforts of the old fogies, all in a pointedly witty strain. I am sorry I can not remember the entire song, but can only recall the chorus:

Good-bye, good-bye, old Champaign,

Champaign, fare you well,

The Molunkees say you’ve had your day,

And now they’ll sound your knell.

There was published during the week “The Trumpet,” edited by W. A. Brand and C. W. Miller, and in its columns were found not only a full representation of the business men, but good editorials bearing on fire companies and spicy contributions from several of the literary people of the village, among them Mrs. Max Fyffe Crawford, James B. Armstrong, and C. H. Ward.

The “firemen’s era” continued five or six years, or until interrupted by the war, and the spirit has been perpetuated by the Young Americas, who still maintain an organization.

We are all proud of our present fired department, rejoicing in its efficiency. I have no doubt the enthusiasm of anti-war times has been a potent influence in bringing about the high espirt de corps of our modern department.

I do not often refer to “the good old times,” believing in the present, with its increased comforts and facilities for business, and looking to the future for greater developments of knowledge of nature’s powers, whereby life is to be made brighter and happier, yet I think in the old days the children and youth of our town were more appreciative of the good things of Christmas that are those of our day. Then they were not forgotten, but the preparation of presents was not all absorbing for six months before Christmas. They hung up their stockings and were happy over whatever Santa Claus brought, and I am sure that was never much — not enough for one child to cry over because another had more. Usually the stocking was well filled with candy and “cookies” and occasionally a book or a pair of mittens; sometimes a more important article of wearing apparel. They did not look forward to a Sunday-school Christmas tree, for that is modern here, nor was there a satiety of presents from father, mother, uncles, aunts, and cousins, and yet I believe they were happier, because contented with what they had.

Christmas has always been associated with my work on the CITIZEN AND GAZETTE, and in closing, it may not be amiss to tell why. In 1870, I was a compositor on the paper, and on the Friday preceding Christmas, I ran out of “copy,” and the editor failed to respond to my call for more. Desiring to get in a full day’s work I “set up” the well known rhyme beginning, “’Twas the night before Christmas,” and followed with a few “sticks” of comments. When my brother, who was one of the editors, returned my “proof” to me he asked me where I got my copy. I told him “out of the case.” He immediately proposed to me to do his editorial work for him the following week, to give him an opportunity to take a contemplated trip. I consented reluctantly, thinking if I made a great blunder Mr. Saxton would discover it in time to prevent disaster. As I heard no complaint from either the editor or reader, I suppose I did nothing seriously wrong. That was the beginning, and — perhaps — this is the end of my work on the CITIZEN.

Wishing you a “merry Christmas,” a prosperous future, and hoping for more of the vigorous work of the Young Men’s Business Exchange in the building up of a new Urbana, I am

Your friend

J. F. Brand

*Deceased. Seventeen of the deceased were soldiers of the Union.

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Jacob Blickensderfer

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