Published as it appeared on Sept. 27, 1907, in the Corvallis Gazette, Page 1, Column 6.
CHARLES W. NEWTH.
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His Funeral Tuesday—Was Prom
ising Young Man.
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Charles Woodward Newth was born in Graham county, Kansas on the 15th of April, 1882 and immigrated to Vernonia, Columbia county, Oregon with his parents at the age of seven.
Ten years ago he accompanied his parents and sister to Philomath where he has grown from youth to promising manhood.
He completed the public school course and then entered as a student in the college at Philomath where he was graduated in the Normal course.
In the spring of 1901 the family was bereaved by the death of the mother, whose remains were interred in the Mt. Union cemetery.
Since 1904 the subject of this sketch has been battling in the world’s great van, the greater part of the time having been employed in and near Portland but for the past six months has been in Washington.
He came home on the 29th of August, only a little over three weeks ago, for a short visit, little dreaming what the termination would be. Two weeks ago symptoms of typhoid fever appeared and rapidly ran their course, taking from our midst one who will be sadly missed by all, especially by the heart broken sisters, Minnie and Fay.
Besides his sisters he leaves his father, step-mother and little baby brother Carrol, his maternal grandfather in Kansas, aged 89 years, to whom his sad death will prove a sore affliction, and many relatives and friends to mourn his early death.
After two weeks of severe illness, which wore him to a shadow in both mind and body, life took flight last Sunday, Sept. 22, 1907 at 11:20 p.m. Funeral services were conducted on Tuesday at 10 a.m. at Radical United Brethren church by Rev. Walter Reynolds assisted by L.B. Baldwin, after which the sad procession wended its way to the Mt. Union cemetery where the remains were laid away beside those of his mother and baby brother.
“Let death do its worst, there are moments of joy,
Bright dreams of the past that death can not destroy;
They come in the night time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.”