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Williams news. [microfilm reel] (Williams, Ariz.) 1891-19??, September 21, 1901, Image 1

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Population. 2,500
Elevation, ,750
The Williams News
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Funeral Services of the Late Wm.
McKlnley Held Monday,
Last, at Buffalo.
The Service at Buffalo Were of
Pathetic Nature and the Pro
cesssion Witnessed by
The silent form of William Mc-
Kinley was borne from Buffalo in
impressive state last Monday morn
ing and taken on its last journey to
the national capital.
Thousands upon thousands watch
ed the impressive procession mov
ing toward the depot. It was doub
ly impressive because of its lack of
gorgeousness and because of the
fact, that following closely behind
the pall covered corpse of the dead
president, followed the successor to
the title and the living change in
the country's history.
Long before the time set for the
funeral services over the body of
President McKinley, the Milburn
house was astir with preparations.
At 9 o'clock long platoons of police
officers, mounted and on foot, ar
rived at the grounds and were post
ed in details along the streets ap
proaching the house. Major Gen
eral John R. Brooks, who was per
sonally in command of all the
forces participating in the escort,
arrived at 10 o'clock. Eight min
utes before the opening of the serv
ice a covered barouche drove up to
the house bringing President Roose
velt. As the president passed within
the house and the services were
about to begin the long line of sol
diers and sailors swung in columns
of fours and formed in battalion
front along the beautiful thorough
fare and immediately facing it.
They stood at parade rest, with
colors lowered, each flag wound
about its staff and bound with
crepe. Outside the house there was
a half hour of silence and waiting.
Within the house of death woe was
In the drawing room to the right
of the hall as President Roosevelt
entered the dead chieftan was
stretched upon his bier. His face
was toward the rising sun. On his
face was written a story ' of the
christian fortitude with which he
met his martyrdom. Only the
thinness of his face bore mute testi
mony to the patient suffering he
had endured. He was dressed as
he always was in life. His black
frock coat was buttoned across the
breast where the first bullet of the
assassin had struck. A black string
tie below a standing collar showed
a little triangle of the white shirt
front. His right hand lay at his
side; his left was across his breast.
He looked as millions of his
countrymen have seen him, save
for one thing. The little badge of
Loyal Legion, the only decoration
he ever wore, which was always on
the left lapel of his coat, was miss
ing, and those who remarked it,
spoke of it, and after the body was
taken to the city hall the little
badge which he prized through life
was again placed where it had al
ways been. The body lay in a
black casket on a black bearskin
rug. Over the lower limbs were
flung the starry banner he had
loved so well. A spray of white
chrysanthemums, a flaming bunch
of blood red American roses and a
magnificent bunch of violets were
on the casket. That was alL
The family had taken leave of
their beloved one before the others
arrived. Mrs. McKinley, the poor
g reef-crushed widow, had been led
into the chamber and had sat
awhile alone with him who had
supported and comforted her
through all the years of their wed
ded life. But though the support
was gone she had not broken
down. Dry-eyed she gazed upon
him and fondled his face. She did
not seem to realize that he was
dead. Then she was led away, and
took up her position at the head of
the stairs where she could hear the
The signal being given, there
welled out from the hall the beauti
ful words of "Lead, Kindly Light,"
sung by a quartette. It was Mc
Kinley's favorite hymn. Half of
those in the room put their faces
into their hands to hide the tears,
When the singing ended the clergy
man read a chapter. Again the
voices rose with the words,"Nearer.
My God, to Thee," the very words
President McKinley bad repeated
at intervals of consciousness before
he died. Then followed a prayer.
The service concluded with a sim
ple benediction.
Three long rolls of the muffled
drum told those outside the house
that the funeral was about to ap
pear. At the moment the casket
appeared "Nearer, My God, to
Thee" ascended in subdued strains
from one of the military bands
Tenderly the bearers lowered the
casket from their shoulders and
placed it on the hearse. Notes of
Chopin's funeral dirge succeeded
the strains of the hymn. The Sol
diers and sailors swung into long
columns and took up their march
The train that bore the president
from Buffalo was a solid Pullman
of seven cars, drawn by two locomotives.
The state funeral day of the late
President McKinley occurred in
Washington last Tuesday.
The procession occupied one hour
in passing a given point.
The funeral services were simple
and beautiful.
The climax of a great demonstra
tion of sorrow began at Alliance,
eighteen miles from Canton. There
the halfmast flags were bordered
heavily with black and it seemed
as if every man, woman and child
was at the station. A big white
streamer ten feet wide was across
the street, lettered in black, "We
mourn our nation's dead."
The funeral train proper, bring
ing the remains of President Mc
Kinley, arrived in Canton on Wed
nesday at 12 o'clock. The funeral
services took place Thursday at
1:30 p. m. at the Methodist Episco
pal .church, of which the martyred
president was a communicant and
trustee. They were brief, by the
expressed wish of the family.
Appropriate Services Held Last
Thursday in this City
at I. E. Church
Which was Largely Attended. Bus
Houses Closed Their Doors
and the Day was One
of Mourning.
Whereas, God in his infinite
Wisdom has seen fit to take from
our midst our most prominent citi
zen and Ruler of Our Nation, and
Whereas, Thursday, the 19th
day of September, 1901, has been
selected as the day for the burial of
the Honored Dead, and
Whereas, The President of the
United States, by his proclamation,
has requested all citizens of the
Nation to observe said 19th day of
September as a day of Prayer and
Now, therefore, I, Harry Pyle,
mayor of the town of Williams, do
hereby request that the citizens of
the town of Williams close their
places of business on the said 19th
day of September, aforesaid, and
assemble at some convenient place
and observe the day by appropriate
services, in conformity with the
proclamation and request of the
President of the United States and
in memory of the Departed Dead.
Done at my office, at the town of
Williams, on this, the 18th day of
September, A. D. 1901.
Harry Pyle,
Wm. R. Poole, Mayor.
Town Clerk.
On Thursday, in accordance with
the above proclamation, a general
mass meeting of the citizens of
Williams was held at the M. E.
church to pay respects to the mem
ory of our nation's most honored
citizen and official, President Mc
All the business houses of the
city closed their doors at noon and

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