The Sunday Gazetteer
Sunday, March 20, 1887
pg. 1

PASSES AWAY
Archie, Son of Mr. and Mrs. John R. Carr Dies Thursday Evening after a Week's Illness, with Typhoid Fever Friday week Archie Carr was taken ill at school, and though solicited by his teacher, Mrs. Trumbull, to return home, bravely declared himself well enough to remain to the meeting of the literary society of his grade, which holds sessions every Friday afternoon at 3 o'clock.  He remained and read an essay which he had prepared, took part manfully in the exercises of criticism and debate, and then went home and to his bed - a bed from which he never rose.  Typhoid fever was the malady, and from the start it assumed it most malignant form.  The fever ran high, delirium followed, and after less than a week of intense suffering he died Thursday evening at 5 o'clock.
Archie Boss Carr was born in St. Louis, Mo., Sept. 26, 1872, and was consequently at the time of his death 14 years and six months old.  His parents removed to Denison when he was three years of age, so it may be said that almost his entire life was spent in the city.  He commenced to attend school at the age of six, and early developed a strong interest in his studies and an intense love of books, which propensities increased in power as he grew in years.  He was a boy of remarkable self-reliance and strength of character, a forcible writer, clever in debate, earnest in his convictions, and deep and conservative in his habits of thought beyond his years.  By close application to reading and study he had laid the foundation of a broad and generous education, and by the exercise of those splendid and lovable qualities which nature had given him, he made himself the idol of his parents and the admiration of his schoolmates and friends.  He died where boy's meridian touches manhood's morn, and while a hope of future greatness glowed within his breast.  He had climbed the grassy slopes of boyhood's hill, struggled over the stony places, sported amid the flowers, and watched the alternations of sunshine and shade chasing each other over the changeful scene, and now, just in the brightest moment of all the journey, when the highest point has been reached and the sunlit plains of manhood stretch before him, the blight descends, and he who was so full of hope, whose aspirations prophesied such joy, returns to silence and pathetic dust.  And who can say it is not best, "for whether in mid-sea or among the breakers of the farther shore a wreck must mark at last the end of each and all, and every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love, and every moment jeweled with a joy, will at its close become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven by the warp and woof of mystery and death."
For the bereaved parents a universal and heart-felt sympathy prevails.  Archie was their only boy, and his loss is a sore affliction.  The funeral will take place at 2 o'clock this (Sunday) afternoon from the residence of the parents, in southeast Denison, and the interment in Fairview cemetery.

MEMORIAL EXERCISES
At the meeting of the literary society of the eighth and ninth grades at the high school Friday afternoon, the exercises took the form of a tribute to the memory of Master Archie Carr (who was a member of the society), and proved of a very affecting and beautiful character.  The room was draped in mourning, crape hangings were displayed upon the blackboards, upon which had been written many beautiful original verses by Archie's classmates extolling his virtues and lamenting his death.  His seat was heavily draped in black cloth, trimmed with crape and festooned with white hyacinths and geranium leaves, and looked sad and pathetic and suggestive enough among the crowded forms of the well filled room. Miss Pappenhagen's pupils of the tenth and eleventh grades were present, as were also the lady herself and a number of visitors.
The roll was called by the secretary, and each member responded with a quotation appropriate to the occasion and bearing reference to the society's bereavement.  The effect of this was very touching, many of the pupils having to struggle against their emotions to keep back the tears and to render their articulation intelligible.  In fact, the entire school was in tears the principal part of the time during which the exercises were in progress.  We regret that our limited space prevents our noticing the entire programme, as it was all of equal interest and merit.  We, however, give a couple of extracts'
which will furnish an idea of the nature of the various papers and essays read.

TRIBUTE OF RESPECT
The following are the resolutions adopted by the "Qui Vive" Literary Society:
Whereas, It has pleased our Heavenly Father, in His wisdom and mercy, to take from among us our dearly beloved pupil and classmate, Archie B. Carr, therefore be it resolved:
1.  That in the death of this dear member of our society has met with a loss that seems almost more than our hearts can be submissive to, and we are oppressed with this great burden of sorrow.  A noble and transworthy member has left us, but we mourn not as those bereft of all hope, for we feel that he has gone to a mansion prepared by our Father, who has said that "except ye become as a child, ye cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven."
2.  We, his associated in the "Qui Vive," will sadly miss his bright and cheerful presence.  We fully recognize that we have lost one who was possessed of no ordinary intellectual ability, and whose spirit of enthusiasm and devotion to duty was worthy of all praise and emulation.  We extend our sympathies, and ask that God's blessing may rest upon his afflicted father, mother and sisters.
3.  That copy of these resolutions be spread upon the minutes of this society, and also presented to the family of our late beloved classmate and friend.
Maud Taylor,
Annie Mixon,
Winnie Cook,
John Suggs,
Harry Royce
Committee

THE ANSWERED PRAYER
God has answered all our prayers,
He knew which way was best;
Our boy is done with earthly cares,
Has reached eternal rest.
He journeys in a better land,
With angels does he fly;
And we must strive to reach that strand,
And join him bye and bye-
And, mother, think that when you die,
If God you love while here,
You will to Heavenly mansions fly,
To meet your boy so dear.
And, oh, how joyous you will feel
To see your loved one there;
You'll cry aloud with joyful peal,
"Farewell to earthly care."
Maud Taylor

IN MEMORIUM
Our lives, like heat lightning, flash through the clouds of time and then are gone forever.  This we have seen illustrated in the death of one of our brightest and most beloved class mates.  As he left our room last Friday at noontide, little did we think that we would never see him in his accustomed place again or hear his voice mingle with ours in song.  When the news of his illness came to us, all expressed our deep sympathy and regret, but the startling intelligence of his sad demise, smote us with the force of an unexpected blow.  We are not prepared for such a bereavement.  His seat her, as well as in his desolate home, has no occupant.  Like a bright sunbeam, he lingered but a moment - then sped away.  Its light has passed beyond our vision but it shines serenely upon another shore, and while we mourn our beloved classmate as departed, if we perform our whole duty we will, some day, meet him in that land where parting is no more.
Jessie Keeler

IN MEMORY OF ARCHIE
Thursday was a day of sorrow to many of our citizens, for on that afternoon there passed from our life one of God's crowning works, a bright and noble boy.  In the springtide of life, e'er the summer of manhood brought its meager harvest of joys, won by the toil of aching brow and wearing heart; while his soul was fresh and pure from the hand of the Creator, it was gathered to its fitting home.  But our earthly spring, now dawning in all its thrilling warmth, and fragrance, and bloom seems less fair since this sweet human flower has withered.
It seems but yesterday that we saw his cheerful, thoughtful face on our streets or in our homes.  And at his school where for years he studied with tireless ardor or played with the light heart of his innocent youth there rests a gloom; while teacher and pupils gaze with swimming eyes at his vacant desk from which the loved form has forever departed.  He was gentle, kind, honorable, and conscientious.  Each acquaintance, speaking of him, brings to enrich his memory the record of some virtue which he thinks has escaped the notice of others.  And if we, his friends, could perceive in him so much to love and esteem, and  miss him sos sadly from our path, what must be the burden of grief borne by his fond parents.  Language is so weak - we stammer broken words of sympathy - all speech is too harsh and cold to touch the bruised
heart of love bereaved.  But, sad mother, if these poor offerings of condolence be not to coarsely clad, accept them, I pray you, from a mother's heart and hand.
E.P.H.

The Sunday Gazetteer
Sunday, March 27, 1887
pg. 1

AT REST
The funeral of Archie Boss Carr took place Sunday afternoon at 2 o'clock from the family residence in southeast Denison.  The services were performed by Rev. F.N. Atkin, pastor of St. Luke's Church in presence of a company of friends, 1/4 of whom were unable to get into the house.  A vast crowd filled the lawn in front of the house and extended far up both
sides of the street beyond.  At the conclusion of the services a line of carriages, the longest seen at  a funeral in Denison for many years, followed the hearse to Fairview Cemetery, where the last sad rites were performed.
The grave had been previously decorated by Archie's schoolmates and friends, and as the coffin was lowered into the grave, it passed between walls of beautifully matted and interwoven flowers.  The walls of the grave and the grave and the banks above were one vast floral wreath.
The coffin was strewn with floral offerings, and when the earth was replaced and the mound raised above the grave, it was literally hidden from view beneath a  wilderness of flowers.   A bereaved family never received more earnest expressions of sympathy than that tendered to Mr. and Mrs. John R. Carr by their friends, nor did the dead of Denison ever receive so
flattering a tribute of affection as that paid Sunday afternoon to the memory of their only son.