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tor of Nashua, by whom he is survived.


Abbott Handerson Thayer, famous ar-
tist and discoverer of the law of protective
coloration in nature, died at his home in
Dublin, May 29. He was born in Boston,
August 12, 1849, the son of Dr. William

The Late Ira F. Harris

the Orient." He also was the author of
many monographs and historical addresses
and h d prepared and delivered illustrated
talks on travel and history with much
success. He was the president of the
Edgewood cemetery Association, to whose
grounds he recently gave a handsome en-
trance ; first president of the Nashua Ro-
tary Club; treasurer of the city and state
boards of trade; vice-president for New
Hampshire of the American Bankers' As-
sociation; trustee of Nashua public library;

Henry and Ellen (Handerson) Thayer. As
a boy he determined to make painting his
life work and studied for several years
with Gerome in Paris. His earlier work
was in portraits and landscapes, followed
in late years by ideal figure pictures.
During the war he worked abroad in
the development of the principles of
camouflage. He was a member of the
American Academy of Arts and Letters
and for two years president of the So-
ciety of American Artists.




Dr. Winthrop Ellsworth Stone, president
of Purdue University, who lost his life
on Mount Eanon in the Canadian Rockies
last July, while endeavoring to rescue his
wife from a perilons position, was born
in Chesterfield, June 12, 1862, the son of
Frederick L. and Ann Butler Stone. He
graduated from the Massachusetts Agricul-
tural College in 1882 and did 1 post-gradu-
ate work at Boston University and Got-
tingen. He was a chemist at the Massa-
chusetts and Tennessee state experimental
stations until 1889, when he joined the fac-
ulty of Purdue University and had been
its president since 1900. He was a mem-
ber of the Indiana State Board of Edu-
cation and of many learned societies. He
published books on researches upon the
carbohydrates. He was an active member
of the Alpine Club of Canada, the Ameri-
can Alpine Club and the Mazamas.


John Prentice Tucker, well-known Boston
newsnaper man, was born in Concord, July
17, 1864, the son of Josiah P. and Hannah
R. Tucker, and died in Boston, Sept. 9.
He was a graduate of Dartmouth college,
class of 1886, and of the Harvard Law
School, but during most of his life was
engaged in journalism as editor of the
"Senn and Heard" column of the Boston
Record and later "The Whirling Hub"
of the Boston Traveler. He is survived
by two sisters and a daughter.


Judee Jeremiah Smith, born at Exeter,
luly 14. 1837, the son of Teremiah and
Elizabeth (Hale) Smith, died at St.
Andrews, N. B., Sent. 3. His father
served under John Stark in the Revo-
lution and Juds;e Smith was probably the
last surviving "real" Son of the American
Revolution of New Hampshire ances-
1rv He graduated from Harvard in
1856 and received the degree of Doctor of
Laws from Dartmouth in 1883. He was
admitted to the bar in 1861, practiced in
Dover and was a judge of the New
Hampshire Supreme Court from 1867 to
1874. From 1890 until his resignation in
1910 he was Story professor of law at
Harvard. He was for some time a mem-
ber of the board of visitors to the
Chandler Scientific School at Dart-
mouth and was trustee of Phillips Exeter
Academy for 10 years. He is survived by
one son, Jeremiah, a prominent member of
the Boston bar.


Edwin Hubbard Taylor, born in Hins-
dale, October 25, 1833, died at Peter-
borough, April 11. He graduated from
Dartmouth College in 1856 and taught
for many years in the South and West.
In 1881 he was principal of the Peter-
borough High school and the next year
entered into a general store partnership
with Andrew J. Walbridge, which con-
tinued for 35 years. He was for 21 years
a member of the town school board-
At college he joined the Psi Upsilon

Herman L. Home, born in Wolifeboro,
February 6, 1852, the son of John L.
and Hannah (Wallace) Home, died at
Norway, Me., July 9. He graduated from
Dartmouth College in the class of 1874
and was a prominent citizen of Norway
through life, establishing the electric light-
ing plant there, carrying on a successful
furniture business and being deacon in the
Congregational church. He was a fine bass
singer and much interested in the Maine
chorus, whose annual festival he always


Wi'lliam Gardner Livingstone was born
in Peterborough, February 26, 1840, the son
of Frederick and Lucy (Law) Livingstone,
and died there June 13. He was educated
in the town schools and at New Hamp-
ton Institution and from 1862 until his
death was connected with the banks of
Peterborough, as president of the National
bank since 1894. He was a member of
the Masonic lodge and chapter and of the
Unitarian church. He is survived by a
son, Frederick G., of Peterborough, a
daughter, Mrs. Alice Dean of Maiden,
Mass.. a brother, George F. and a sister,
Mrs. Mary Ella Templeton, both of Peter-
borough, and three grandchildren.


John M. Howe was born in Newport,
September 22, 1855, and died at Clare-
mont, August 16. He was in business in
Claremont from 1883 to 1918 when he re-
tired, lbut was sought by his townsmen for
public service and was selectman at the
time of his death, having been previously
representative in the legislature and town
treasurer. He was a trustee of the Clare-
mont savings bank and of the Methodist
church. His wife, who was Miss Delia
L. Quimby, and two sons, Earl and Arthur,
survive him.




Edward Orcn Fifield, born in Hopkinton,
August 25, 1848, died at his home in Mil-
ford, July 15. He was educated in the
schools of Londonderry and during his
active life was the proprietor of success-
ful box factories in several places. He
had served as representative in the legis-
lature from the town of Lee and had held
various offices in the city of Nashua. He
was prominent in all the Masonic or-
ganizations, up to and including the 32nd
degree, and also was a member of the I.
O. O. F. and the Baptist church. He is
survived by his wife, who was Miss Grace
Hopkins of Nashua, and a sister, Mrs.
Fannie Colson of Salem, Mass.


Major John Frank Hazelton was born in
Chester, May 9, 1836, the son of Mr. and
Mrs. William Hazelton, and died July 20
at the Soldiers' Home in Bath Me., where
he had been since 1918. He was educated
at Pinkerton Academy, Phillips Andover
and Union College and studied law with
his brother, Gerry in Wisconsin, where he
recrutited a company for Civil War service.
After the war he was a lawyer and editor
in New York, served ten years as collec-
tor of internal revenue and held places in
the consular service in Greece and Canada.
One son, Henry Isham Hazelton of Chicago
survives him.






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Prominent Pittsfield Citizens of the Past.
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Vol. LIII. NOVEMBER, 1921 No. 11


Old Home Week, 1921

The Pittsfield Old Home Day Association has had charge of the observance
of Old Home Day from the beginning and it has received the hearty co-operation
of the town authorities and the people. It is an association of residents with
no membership fee which meets early each year to arrange for Old Home
Day. The officers for 1921 are as follows: President. E. P. Sanderson; Vice-
Presidents, N. S. Drake. W. Scott; Secretary, C. M. Page; Treasurer, H. B.

Early in 1921 a meeting was held to arrange for the observance of the
settlement of the town or locality. It should be noted that various accounts
are given as to the precise year of settlement. This matter is discussed in
the historical address of Hon. John King Berry herein printed in full. All
interested, however, agreed to celebrate the event during Old Home Week of
the present year. At the meeting referred to and subsequent meetings the fol-
lowing committees were arranged.

Executive Committee: Dr. F. H. Sargent, chairman, N. S. Drake, C. F.
H. Freese, E. P. Sanderson, F. S. Jenkins, H. B. Fischer, C. M. Page.

The names of chairmen of the various other committees follow: Finance,
H. B. Fischer; Invitation, F. S. Jenkins; Sunday. Rev. W. I. Sweet; Adver-
tising, Natt Jones; Editorial, Rev. W. Scott; Sports, G. F. Freese; Parade,
N. M. Batchelder ; Banquet, J. T. Harvey; Music, Mrs. Newman Durell.

In due time the program of the celebration was completed and its gen-
eral outline was as follows :

Sunday, August 21, 1921.

10.45 a. m. Religious Service at the Congregational Church. Music by
Lotus Male Quartette of Boston.

7.00 p. m. Sacred Concert at the Opera House by the Lotus Quar-
tette and Brief Addresses by Local Ministers.

Wednesday, August 24.

6.00 p. m. Old Home Day Supper with After-dinner Speeches and

Thursday, August 25.

8.30 a. m. Historical and Decorative Parade. Open to All.

12.00 m. Basket picnic in Academy Park.

1.00 p. m. Band Concert by the American Band of Pittsfield.

1.30 p. m. Address by the President and Historical Address by Hon.

John King Berry.

3.30 p. m. Sports at Drake Field, Prizes Awarded. Open to all.

8.00 p. m. Concert by the American Band in Academy Park.


Sunday Observance.

Sunday, August 21, was bright and beautiful. At the morning service
the Lotus Quartette rendered several selections, Mrs. W. B. Ely, organist. Ap-
propriate hymns also were sung by the congregation which filled the main
auditorium and overflowed into the adjoining vestry. The floral display
about the pulpit was very attractive. The Rev. W. I. Sweet of the Con-
gregational Church, Rev. W. H. Getchell of the Baptist and Rev. W. Scott
participated in the service. The sermon was by the Rev. H. A. Remick of
the Episcopal Church and was as follows :

"Forgetting those things that are behind, and reaching forth to those that
are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God
in Christ Jesus." (Phil. 3 : 13, 14.)

"Speak unto the childen of Israel that they go forward." (Exodus 13: 14.)

It may be that from his prison in the Palatine, St. Paul heard shouts
that rang from the Circus Maximus beneath hm. It may be that looking
through the grated lattice he saw the wild-eyed charioteers bending over their
steeds with twisted lash, and this undaunted, brave-hearted warrior for
Christ hands down to us another of his immortal metaphors.

There are scarcely any avenues of research that possess so many at-
tractions to our minds as those which lead us back into the dim, misty past.
It seems to be a characteristic of our human nature to clothe persons and events
that are behind us in the pathway of Time with a radiance or glory that
seldom finds realization in sober, prosaic fact. We go to two extremes just as
mental bias or prejudice may lead us, magnifying faults, or exaggerating
virtues. This morning 1 would leave to those who are more familiar than
myself with the events leading up to the incorporation of Pittsfield in 1782 and
the years full of toil and sacrifice that immediately succeed and deal with a
few great, fundamental truths more appropriate to this day and occasion
when we are here assembled to worship God, and return our thanks to Him
for the infinite love and protecting care that has overshadowed all our days.

We are heirs to the combined wisdom and experience of the countless
generations that have played their part and disappeared. Believe me this leg-
acy does not fall to us, bringing with it an increase of knowledge, an increase
of power, without bringing also in its train an awful increase of responsibility.
We are debtors — moral, spiritual debtors to a vastly greater extent than were
they who five or six generations ago began carving out a home for us in Pittsfield.

What an infinite span is embraced in the significant words Yesterday-
Today-Forever and they are condensed into the single word TIME. In the
words of a noted English preacher "What have we to say in respect to this
strange, solemn thing Time? That men do with it through life just what the
Apostles did for one precious hour in the Garden of Gethsemane, they go
to sleep. Have you ever seen those marble statues in some public square
or garden which art has so fashioned into a perennial fountain that through
the lips, or through the hands the clear water flows in a perpetual stream —
on and on forever, and the marble stands there passive, cold — making no
effort to arrest the gliding water? It is so that Time flows through the hands
of men, never pausing until it has run itself out. and there is the man, petrified
into a marble sleep, not feeling what it is that is passing away forever. It is
so — just so — that the destiny of nine men out of ten accomplishes itself,
slipping away from them aimless, useless until it is too late. And this asks
us with all the solemn thoughts that crowd around an approaching eternity
what has been our life and what do we intend it to be? Work for Eternity."

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There come great crises when we look out upon humanity in the mass and
feel that it has arisen from its slumber, taking vast strides towards a realiza-
tion of the true dignity of manhood and womanhood, shaken off the bonds of mean
selfishness, greed, ambition and conceit, and in our march forward is entering
that glorious realm where God is love, where our fellow man is our brother
or our sister, subjects indeed of our God and his Christ in His blessed king-
dom. Did you not dream, nay pray, that the awful carnage of the late war
would become an important factor in leading the human race nearer to God
than ever before? As the days go by are we not in danger of allowing this
lesson which God read to the world to slip away without grasping its price-
less possibilities, and drift back into the old time careless stupor? Isolate it
from the aggregate, bring it down to the unit, how is it with you — and you —
and you — and me? That is the important, personal question demanding a de-
cisive answer today. Shall we go forward, or shall we stand still?

I am not a pessimist, I am decidedly, optimistical. I believe better times
under God's providence are coming. Who can look at this entangled web of
human affairs in which evil struggles with good, good gradually and slowly
disengaging itself, without having a hope within him that there are better
times to come? Who can see this evil world full of envy and injustice, and
be content to believe that things will remain as they are, even to the end?
Who can see the brilliancy of character already attained by individuals of
our race, without feeling that there is a pledge in this that what has been
done already in the individual will yet be accomplished in the nation and in
the race? If I did not respond with all my soul to that I would close the
Bible tomorrow. For from the first to last the Bible tells of better
times. It came to our first parents and spoke of the Serpent Evil, crushed not
without suffering under the foot of man. It came to the Israelite, mourning
under political degradation, and consoled by the vision of a time in which
kings shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in judgment. It came
to true, brave men, who groaned over the hollowness and hypocrisy of all
around them, the false glare and brilliancy which surrounded the great bad
man, and told of the day when the vile man should no longer be called liberal.
It spoke in the clearer language of the New Testament promise of this actual
world becoming a kingdom of peace and purity, of justice, brotherhood, and
liberty. It irradiated the last moments of the first martyr with a vision of the
Just One at the right hand of power.

We do not mean by better times, times in which there shall be a general
scramble for property ; we do not mean the time when there shall be oblit-
eration of all distinctions, no degradations for the worthless, no prizes for
the best. We do not expect a time when government shall so far interfere to
regulate labor that the idle and industrious workman shall be placed upon a
par, and that the man who is able to think out by his brain the thought which
is true and beautiful shall not be able to rise above the man who is scarcely
above the level of the brute. Those would not be better times. They would
be the return of the bad, old times of false coercion and brute force.

But we do expect a time when merit shall find its level, when all false-
hoods and hypocrisies shall be consigned to contempt, and all imbecility
shall be degraded and deposed, when worth shall receive its true meaning,
when it shall be interpreted by what a man is and not by what he has, nor
by what his relations have been. We want the restitution of all things
to reality. Those are better times.










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I stated a few moments ago that an increase of knowledge and an increase
of power was our bequest from those who years ago sacrificed for us of to-day
Go with me a step further. It is glorious but at the same time terrible. Knowl-
edge is power. It is a power that may elevate a man by degrees up to an affinity
with his Maker; it is a power that may bring him by degrees down to the level of
Satanic evil. Good at one end of the pole, evil at the other- Good in this world
cannot be done without evil. Evil is but the shadow that inseparably ac-
companies good. You may have a world without shadow but it must be
a world without light, a mere dim, twilight world. If you would deepen the
intensity of the light, you must be content to bring into deeper blackness
and more distinct and definite outline, the shade that accompanies it. He who
feels timid at the spectral form of evil, is not the man to spread light. There
is but one distinct rule for us to lay down for ourselves, that is to do the
good that lies before us, and to leave the evil that is beyond our control to take
care of itself. In this world the tares and the wheat grow together, and all
that we have to do is to sow the wheat. If you will increase the rate of
travelling the result will be an increase in the number of accidents and
deaths; if you will have the printing press, you must give to wickedness an
illimitable power of multiplying itself. If you will give Christianity to
the world, He who knew what His own religion was, distinctly foresaw, and
yet foreseeing did not hesitate to do His work that in giving to the world
inward peace, it would bring with it the outward sword, and pour into the
cup of human hatred, already brimming over, fresh elements of discord,
religious bitterness and theological asperity. It seems to be a law of our
humanity that a man must know both evil and good, he must know good
through evil. There never was a principle but what triumphed through much
evil ; no man ever progressed to greatness and goodness but through great
mistakes. Some one has written that blunder is but the figure-head to

And now finally in the few points I can touch on in our onward march —
we look — we are bid to look — towards that new heaven and that new earth
wherein shall dwell righteousness. We have lifted our eyes and have beheld the
vision of that glory when all will be knit into that new Man who bound them to-
gether into that body with which He rose from the grave. But between us and
that vision stands out, we know well, the black arms of the cross on Calvary.
Back then we shall turn to examine our own lives in the secret places of the soul.
It is sin that chokes and throttles our common brotherhood in man, and as for
sin, the great thing is to begin with ourselves, not spend ourselves with hoarse
railings at the gross sinfulness of the world at large, but patiently and humbly
ask, in resolute and serious silence: What is my sin that makes me selfish?
What is my sin that holds me back from the duties that I clearly recognize I
ought to fulfil? Why am I so lazy, so careless, so ready to satisfy myself with
the gratifying emotion of pity in my own home, in my own house? What am
I doing there to create this warmth of brotherhood, to live in the spirit which is
the bond of peace? No amount of loose compassion for others will excuse me
from my own proper task. How goes it there? What is the secret of my ever
recurring failure? Why is it that each year finds me enwrapped as of old in
layers of comfortable selfishness, which I forever deplore, and yet forever fail
to loosen? Why is my wrath at others' wrong-doing so ready and so eager
while my own will is so sluggish, so timid, so inert? What is it that dulls my
resolution and deadens my spiritual nerve? Why cannot I be braver to do my


own little part in practical action for the good of those who are close at hand to
me, in breeding loving kindness there, in keeping down my own petulant self as-
sertion? These are the pressing questions for each one of us, questions keen
surely as barbed arrows, searching out those places where we most fear they
should come.

Now just a few words as to the future. Dismiss the thought that we do
not know the future. Nay we know it. If we be Christians we know it; not
indeed this little future of joys that break as the bubble breaks, or of brief af-
flictions that are but for a moment; not that little future of diseased egotisms
and contracted selfishness which is not life, but that great future of the single in
purpose and the pure in heart, that great future which blooms to infinitude be-
yond the marge of death, that, if we be children of God, we know. For we are
pressing forward to the mark of the prize of our high calling, and that mark we
cannot miss, and there it shines forever before us— a crown of life, a crown of
glory, a crown that fadeth not away. The true Christian need know no fear.
Be true to yourselves, be true to God, be true to the kindred points of heaven and
home, and then amid the crash of a universe smitten into ruin "Thou shalt keep
him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee."

Sunday Evening.

In the evening at the sacred concert by the Lotus Quartette the Opera House
was overcrowded. The Quartette sang fifteen numbers, Mrs. Ely, accompanist.
Brief addresses were made by local ministers.

The Rev. W. I. Sweet presided and spoke of "Music as a Unifying Force."
He said :

Music, the moods that produce it, the ills that respond to it, the good that it
does, its blessings to this world of ours can never be measured. It is the hand-
maid of religion, touching the heart, calming life's fret and fever, solacing sorrow,
rousing spiritual sensibilities, elevating thought, stimulating aspirations — in a word
belping to create a devotional atmosphere. This Carlyle had in mind when in
answer to the question : "Who is there that in logical words can express the effect
music has upon us?' he said, "It is a kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech
which leads us to the edge of the Infinite and lets us for a moment gaze into that."

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