Iowa Old Press
Sioux County Herald
July 20, 1892
We have received a premium list of the O’Brien county fair to be held at
Sutherland September 14, 15, and 16. $3,000 are offered in premiums. The
list was gotten out by The Courier and is a creditable piece of work.
Hannah Mulin of Calliope was brought before the commissioners of insanity
last week. Except upon one or two subjects, she appears to be perfectly sane
and the commissioners were unable to decide as to her sanity. She is in ill
health and is now at the poor farm under the care of Dr. Wormser.
“Robert R. McCorkell—Katherine Deuell: Mr. and Mrs. R. R. McCorkell,
married, Wednesday, July 13th, 1892, Akron, Iowa; at home after July 18th,
Akron, Iowa.” The above is the very agreeably surprising announcement of
the marriage of Katherine Deuell, who taught in our schools for a year or
two. The congratulations of her many Orange City friends are extended Mrs.
McCorkell and her worthy husband.
There will be a meeting of the Sioux County Driving Association at this
place on Wednesday, July 27th. The meeting will be held at the courthouse
at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and a full attendance of the stockholders is
imperative. The affairs of the association are in such shape that something
must be done. It should either be decided to discontinue or there should be
more determined efforts to make a success of the work.
Last Thursday afternoon, July 14, 1892, Rev. W. J. Duiker performed the
ceremony which united in marriage Mr. John Sterrenburg and Miss Mary
Willemsen. The marriage occurred at the home of bride’s parents six miles
north of town and was witnessed by the relatives of the contracting parties
and a few intimate friends. These young people are well known and highly
respected by all. The groom is the popular salesman at John Van de Steeg &
Co’s and the bride is the accomplished daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. J.
Willemsen, and both have hosts of friends in this community. Mr. and Mrs.
Sterrenburg are keeping house in the home recently purchased and fitted up
by the groom, where they will be at home to and happy to receive their
friends. The HERALD joins their friends in wishing them happiness and
prosperity.
Alton Democrat
July 30, 1892
CHARLEY DACERS DEAD.
Charley Dacers, editor of the LeMars Globe some years ago, died near
Yankton, S.D., last week from injuries received in a wrestling match. He
was the son of Sir Sydney Dacers, late admiral of the English navy and one
of the richest and most influential men in England. The life of his son,
Charles, if ever written, would be stranger than fiction.
He was born in Brighton England, thirty-five years ago and went with his
parents to Spain. At the age of 16 his father in a fit of anger ordered him
from home and he went to sea and for ten years worked before the mast,
refusing promotions and inducements to secure for him honor which might have
been his through his father’s influence, who relented from the banishment of
his son from home. AS a sailor he traveled the world over, and was married
to an English woman of distinction. They had one son, who is now a
midshipman in the English navy. Eleven years ago Dacers located in LeMars,
Iowa, and engaged in the newspaper business. There he married again, a woman
of German parentage, who survives him. Four years ago he went to Yankton
and purchased a small democratic newspaper, which proved to be a bad
investment. In May last, he sold the paper and bought a pleasure resort on
the James river four miles from Yankton, where he dispensed beer, boots and
billingsgate to visitors. It was in the barroom of this place on Sunday
night last that he wrestled with John Frick, a sturdy young farmer, and in
the fall received the injuries which culminated in death.
DONAHUE’S CRUEL DEATH.
Remsen, Iowa, July 22.
One of the saddest events ever chronicled in this town was the death of Ed
Donahue last Friday, who was run over by the freight train on which he was
employed as brakeman. While switching in the yards, the train men were
about to couple the train to the caboose. Ed was on top of a box car and
when the train was about to “pump,” Ed stepped forward to set the brake, the
engineer reversed his engine. The train stopped instantly and just at the
time poor Ed was in the act of taking hold of the wheel. He was thrown from
the top of the car to the center of the track, the two first wheels passing
over his legs just below the knees mangling them in a horrible manner. He
was badly bruised about his body and head, but was not thought to be
dangerous, as he recognized many of his acquaintances and seemed to suffer
no pain.
The sad news spread like fire and in five minutes the whole town was on the
spot. Rev. Father Shulte was summoned and found poor Ed sensible of his
dangerous conditions. He was carried by willing hands from the warehouse of
Conway Bros., where he was first brought to one of the rooms of the Remsen
House, where Drs. Hunter and Hoffman together with Surgeon Ensing of LeMars,
prepared for the amputation of the shattered limbs, but his sinking
condition caused them to postpone for a while until he would rally, but he
gradually grew weaker until 4:45 p.m., when he died without the least
evidence of pain.
Almost everyone in Alton will remember Ed Donahue. He was proprietor of the
drug store there for over a year and during his residence there made friends
of all he met. There never was a better hearted fellow. Jolly, good-natured
and full of fun, he was happy in any crowd. While me met his death in a
strange town, he found some of his friends of six years ago at his side.
Even strangers vied with each other trying to do what they could for the
dying man. One young man who heard him ask to have a message sent to his
parents, ran to the depot and sent it.
Supt. Dixon at once placed a special train at Newell for the parents and
friends to reach Remsen, which they did at 4:50 p.m., just five minutes
after their only son and brother had passed away. The meeting of the father,
mother and sisters will be better imagined than described. It was heart
reading. As he waived his hat to his mother that morning as he passed the
door, telling her he would not have dinner at home that day. There are many
indeed who will drop tear and silent prayer for he that is one, for to know
him was to like him. To Phil Conway he said, “I wish Dr. Owens was here,”
showing that his thoughts were about his true friend of old. Undertaker
Nothun was in charge of the body, it was embalmed and placed in the
handsomest casket to be found. Six Pallbearers carried it to the depot to
the train, it was followed by several hundred people. The 8:50 “flyer”
stopped and took the body to Newell, from hence it was buried last Sunday.
The next day his train returned in the morning. The sad faces of the
brakemen spake more than words.