As stated in a paragraph as we went to press last week, Kenneth Myers, seven-year-old son of E. H. Myers and wife, was drowned in Kiowa creek, Thursday, while in bathing with two other little shavers, Moore and Kr_lacek. The facts of the sad accident as they have been sifted out are about as follows: The three boys had gone down to the creek to go in swimming. The Moore boy had started for home as had the other little fellow leaving Kenneth still paddling around in the creek. He must have gotten beyond his depth, and being unable to swim have drowned.
A short time after some large boys went to the creek and found the clothing on the bank. One of them in diving down in the creek struck the body. Jack Peacock ran to town and gave the alarm. An auto driven by Ira Riney and containing Dr. Raney, H. B. Prather, E. E. Fleming, R. N. Mark and J. D. Schmidt at once flew to the creek and Dr. Raney and Mr. Prather dived for the body, the Doctor bringing it out. He immediately applied every known means to resuscitation but life was extinct the body having been in the water too long.
The funeral was held from the M. E. church, Friday, preached by Rev. Shields, and the body was laid to rest with a large following of friends and relatives in the local cemetery. The sympathy of all is extended to the bereaved parents for their hours of trial and their immeasurable loss in the death of little Kenneth.
Twenty-five miles southeast of Protection, at Coy, Woods county, Oklahoma, on the 24th day of June, 1905, Kenneth Fyle Myers was born. He departed this life May 23, 1912, aged 6 years, 10 months and 29 days.
How brief the stay, as beautiful as fleeting,
The time Kenneth came with us to dwell:
Just long enough to give a happy greeting,
Just long enough to bid us all farewell.
Kenneth was a bright little fellow, learning very readily the lessons assigned to him. He was enrolled as a member of the Methodist Episcopal Sunday school and was in his class last Sunday. We say, Kenneth is dead.
There is no death! The stars go down,
To rise upon some fairer shore,
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown,
That shine for ever more.
There is no death! An angel form,
Walks o'er the earth with silent tread;
He nears our best loved things away,
And then we call them dead,
He leaves our hearts all desolate;
He plucks our fairest, sweetest, flowers,
Transplanted into bliss, they now,
Adorn immortal flowers.
We are in life, and behold we are in death,
A blooming flower, a fleeting breath,
We're here today and gone tomorrow,
How soon life's joys are turned to sorrow.
How quick death's icy fingers
Are placed upon the brow so fair,
We scarcely hear the rustle
of the garments the angels wear.
But we know our hearts are lonely
And we put away with care
A pair of shoes, some treasured toy
And a ringlet of shining hair.
We will miss our darling Kenneth
He was happy, bright and fair,
Bur sometime we'll go and see him
in that beautiful world up there.
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