Father: Patrick Monk (b. 1858, Alabama - 27 Sep 1898)
Mother: Mary Angeline Pons ( 1866, Louisiana - 20 Aug 1913)
daughter of John Pons and Catherine Crowley
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Times-Picayune, New Orleans, May 12, 1900, page 11.
"+LITTLE HERO DIES+"
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And There Were Tears at His Bedside and Funeral,
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But the Rest of the Family May be Saved by His Life's Sacrifice
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Little Joseph Monk, who wasted away in squalor, and watched, with tearful eyes, his brothers and sisters, who, too, suffered so much neglect, hoping that the time would come when their little bodies would grow rounder and smiles would chase the lines from their mouths, passed away Thursday night in the hospital, where the good police sent him to die.
The neighbors of St. Claude street, not far from Marigny, can recite almost everything about the miserable Monks, who had their home in the vicinity, and they will tell you about how the live children starved almost, while the mother caroused and drank whisky until her brain was afire. And if they go on, you will hear that Joseph and Wilfred kept house and hid the shame of their mother, worked and dressed the toddlers and begged food for them. Then, with a word of how Joseph ran a splinter into his foot, contracted lockjaw and lay dying in the house until good ladies and the police marched into the house, roused the drunken mother and hurried the boy to the hospital, they will end the story that Joseph died.
In the hospital the good sisters went to the cot where Joseph was place, Thursday afternoon, and Mrs. Oakley, a neighbor, went to the ward and watched the poor little sufferer. The doctors shook their heads: they said that they could do nothing more for the boy, for he was beyond help, because of neglect. Yet they cleansed the foot in the amphitheater, and waited for the end. They were good enough to administer chloroform, for the boy was troubled with convulsions, and Nurse James Griffiths smoothed the little pillow for the lad.
A breath of perfume from the garden below blew into the ward window and a silver light from the moon danced upon the bed Thursday night. The nurse sat by the bed and took the thin hands. It was 8 o'clock then. A moan escaped the bloodless lips, and Joseph was dead.
Mrs. Oakley and another lady went to the hospital yesterday morning, and when they heard that little Joseph was out of pain they claimed the body. The news went to the neighborhood, and Councilman Stanley, with Undertaker Doyle, got together and said that they would stand the expense of the funeral. The ladies began helping, and soon the body was in the hands of the undertaker. Father Hanrahan said they should send the white coffin to Sts. Peter and Paul's church and he would officiate.
Mrs. Monk heard of the death, and she cried. Corporal Morgan was touched, and he said that she should try and bear up now, and, besides, Magistrate Marmouget would not ask her presence before the bar because she created a racket in the house when they took Joseph away from her Thursday afternoon. She dried her tears and begged to be allowed to go to the funeral. The undertaker offered her a carriage, and in the evening the body was taken to the church, where the neighbors gathered. And after the service the funeral went to the Louisa street cemetery, where poor Joseph was buried.
Only two years ago the extraordinary mother was among the highly-respected residents of the lower district. Her husband, Patrick Monk, switchman for the Shell Beach Road, died two years ago. Mrs. Pons, mother of Mrs. Monk, followed a few months later. The little fortune left by these two deceased has all gone - spent in the same terrible way.
Father +Hanrahan will take charge of the children to-day. The girls will be sent to the Mont Carmel Asylum and the boys will got to the St. Mary's Orphan Boys' Asylum.
Dr. Clay applied for their care, but the good priest objected, on the grounds that the children were Catholics of his parish."
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Mother: Mary Angeline Pons ( 1866, Louisiana - 20 Aug 1913)
daughter of John Pons and Catherine Crowley
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Times-Picayune, New Orleans, May 12, 1900, page 11.
"+LITTLE HERO DIES+"
================================================
And There Were Tears at His Bedside and Funeral,
---------------------------------------
But the Rest of the Family May be Saved by His Life's Sacrifice
---------------------------------------
Little Joseph Monk, who wasted away in squalor, and watched, with tearful eyes, his brothers and sisters, who, too, suffered so much neglect, hoping that the time would come when their little bodies would grow rounder and smiles would chase the lines from their mouths, passed away Thursday night in the hospital, where the good police sent him to die.
The neighbors of St. Claude street, not far from Marigny, can recite almost everything about the miserable Monks, who had their home in the vicinity, and they will tell you about how the live children starved almost, while the mother caroused and drank whisky until her brain was afire. And if they go on, you will hear that Joseph and Wilfred kept house and hid the shame of their mother, worked and dressed the toddlers and begged food for them. Then, with a word of how Joseph ran a splinter into his foot, contracted lockjaw and lay dying in the house until good ladies and the police marched into the house, roused the drunken mother and hurried the boy to the hospital, they will end the story that Joseph died.
In the hospital the good sisters went to the cot where Joseph was place, Thursday afternoon, and Mrs. Oakley, a neighbor, went to the ward and watched the poor little sufferer. The doctors shook their heads: they said that they could do nothing more for the boy, for he was beyond help, because of neglect. Yet they cleansed the foot in the amphitheater, and waited for the end. They were good enough to administer chloroform, for the boy was troubled with convulsions, and Nurse James Griffiths smoothed the little pillow for the lad.
A breath of perfume from the garden below blew into the ward window and a silver light from the moon danced upon the bed Thursday night. The nurse sat by the bed and took the thin hands. It was 8 o'clock then. A moan escaped the bloodless lips, and Joseph was dead.
Mrs. Oakley and another lady went to the hospital yesterday morning, and when they heard that little Joseph was out of pain they claimed the body. The news went to the neighborhood, and Councilman Stanley, with Undertaker Doyle, got together and said that they would stand the expense of the funeral. The ladies began helping, and soon the body was in the hands of the undertaker. Father Hanrahan said they should send the white coffin to Sts. Peter and Paul's church and he would officiate.
Mrs. Monk heard of the death, and she cried. Corporal Morgan was touched, and he said that she should try and bear up now, and, besides, Magistrate Marmouget would not ask her presence before the bar because she created a racket in the house when they took Joseph away from her Thursday afternoon. She dried her tears and begged to be allowed to go to the funeral. The undertaker offered her a carriage, and in the evening the body was taken to the church, where the neighbors gathered. And after the service the funeral went to the Louisa street cemetery, where poor Joseph was buried.
Only two years ago the extraordinary mother was among the highly-respected residents of the lower district. Her husband, Patrick Monk, switchman for the Shell Beach Road, died two years ago. Mrs. Pons, mother of Mrs. Monk, followed a few months later. The little fortune left by these two deceased has all gone - spent in the same terrible way.
Father +Hanrahan will take charge of the children to-day. The girls will be sent to the Mont Carmel Asylum and the boys will got to the St. Mary's Orphan Boys' Asylum.
Dr. Clay applied for their care, but the good priest objected, on the grounds that the children were Catholics of his parish."
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Father: Patrick Monk (b. 1858, Alabama - 27 Sep 1898)
Mother: Mary Angeline Pons ( 1866, Louisiana - 20 Aug 1913)
daughter of John Pons and Catherine Crowley
+++++++
Times-Picayune, New Orleans, May 12, 1900, page 11.
"+LITTLE HERO DIES+"
================================================
And There Were Tears at His Bedside and Funeral,
---------------------------------------
But the Rest of the Family May be Saved by His Life's Sacrifice
---------------------------------------
Little Joseph Monk, who wasted away in squalor, and watched, with tearful eyes, his brothers and sisters, who, too, suffered so much neglect, hoping that the time would come when their little bodies would grow rounder and smiles would chase the lines from their mouths, passed away Thursday night in the hospital, where the good police sent him to die.
The neighbors of St. Claude street, not far from Marigny, can recite almost everything about the miserable Monks, who had their home in the vicinity, and they will tell you about how the live children starved almost, while the mother caroused and drank whisky until her brain was afire. And if they go on, you will hear that Joseph and Wilfred kept house and hid the shame of their mother, worked and dressed the toddlers and begged food for them. Then, with a word of how Joseph ran a splinter into his foot, contracted lockjaw and lay dying in the house until good ladies and the police marched into the house, roused the drunken mother and hurried the boy to the hospital, they will end the story that Joseph died.
In the hospital the good sisters went to the cot where Joseph was place, Thursday afternoon, and Mrs. Oakley, a neighbor, went to the ward and watched the poor little sufferer. The doctors shook their heads: they said that they could do nothing more for the boy, for he was beyond help, because of neglect. Yet they cleansed the foot in the amphitheater, and waited for the end. They were good enough to administer chloroform, for the boy was troubled with convulsions, and Nurse James Griffiths smoothed the little pillow for the lad.
A breath of perfume from the garden below blew into the ward window and a silver light from the moon danced upon the bed Thursday night. The nurse sat by the bed and took the thin hands. It was 8 o'clock then. A moan escaped the bloodless lips, and Joseph was dead.
Mrs. Oakley and another lady went to the hospital yesterday morning, and when they heard that little Joseph was out of pain they claimed the body. The news went to the neighborhood, and Councilman Stanley, with Undertaker Doyle, got together and said that they would stand the expense of the funeral. The ladies began helping, and soon the body was in the hands of the undertaker. Father Hanrahan said they should send the white coffin to Sts. Peter and Paul's church and he would officiate.
Mrs. Monk heard of the death, and she cried. Corporal Morgan was touched, and he said that she should try and bear up now, and, besides, Magistrate Marmouget would not ask her presence before the bar because she created a racket in the house when they took Joseph away from her Thursday afternoon. She dried her tears and begged to be allowed to go to the funeral. The undertaker offered her a carriage, and in the evening the body was taken to the church, where the neighbors gathered. And after the service the funeral went to the Louisa street cemetery, where poor Joseph was buried.
Only two years ago the extraordinary mother was among the highly-respected residents of the lower district. Her husband, Patrick Monk, switchman for the Shell Beach Road, died two years ago. Mrs. Pons, mother of Mrs. Monk, followed a few months later. The little fortune left by these two deceased has all gone - spent in the same terrible way.
Father +Hanrahan will take charge of the children to-day. The girls will be sent to the Mont Carmel Asylum and the boys will got to the St. Mary's Orphan Boys' Asylum.
Dr. Clay applied for their care, but the good priest objected, on the grounds that the children were Catholics of his parish."
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Mother: Mary Angeline Pons ( 1866, Louisiana - 20 Aug 1913)
daughter of John Pons and Catherine Crowley
+++++++
Times-Picayune, New Orleans, May 12, 1900, page 11.
"+LITTLE HERO DIES+"
================================================
And There Were Tears at His Bedside and Funeral,
---------------------------------------
But the Rest of the Family May be Saved by His Life's Sacrifice
---------------------------------------
Little Joseph Monk, who wasted away in squalor, and watched, with tearful eyes, his brothers and sisters, who, too, suffered so much neglect, hoping that the time would come when their little bodies would grow rounder and smiles would chase the lines from their mouths, passed away Thursday night in the hospital, where the good police sent him to die.
The neighbors of St. Claude street, not far from Marigny, can recite almost everything about the miserable Monks, who had their home in the vicinity, and they will tell you about how the live children starved almost, while the mother caroused and drank whisky until her brain was afire. And if they go on, you will hear that Joseph and Wilfred kept house and hid the shame of their mother, worked and dressed the toddlers and begged food for them. Then, with a word of how Joseph ran a splinter into his foot, contracted lockjaw and lay dying in the house until good ladies and the police marched into the house, roused the drunken mother and hurried the boy to the hospital, they will end the story that Joseph died.
In the hospital the good sisters went to the cot where Joseph was place, Thursday afternoon, and Mrs. Oakley, a neighbor, went to the ward and watched the poor little sufferer. The doctors shook their heads: they said that they could do nothing more for the boy, for he was beyond help, because of neglect. Yet they cleansed the foot in the amphitheater, and waited for the end. They were good enough to administer chloroform, for the boy was troubled with convulsions, and Nurse James Griffiths smoothed the little pillow for the lad.
A breath of perfume from the garden below blew into the ward window and a silver light from the moon danced upon the bed Thursday night. The nurse sat by the bed and took the thin hands. It was 8 o'clock then. A moan escaped the bloodless lips, and Joseph was dead.
Mrs. Oakley and another lady went to the hospital yesterday morning, and when they heard that little Joseph was out of pain they claimed the body. The news went to the neighborhood, and Councilman Stanley, with Undertaker Doyle, got together and said that they would stand the expense of the funeral. The ladies began helping, and soon the body was in the hands of the undertaker. Father Hanrahan said they should send the white coffin to Sts. Peter and Paul's church and he would officiate.
Mrs. Monk heard of the death, and she cried. Corporal Morgan was touched, and he said that she should try and bear up now, and, besides, Magistrate Marmouget would not ask her presence before the bar because she created a racket in the house when they took Joseph away from her Thursday afternoon. She dried her tears and begged to be allowed to go to the funeral. The undertaker offered her a carriage, and in the evening the body was taken to the church, where the neighbors gathered. And after the service the funeral went to the Louisa street cemetery, where poor Joseph was buried.
Only two years ago the extraordinary mother was among the highly-respected residents of the lower district. Her husband, Patrick Monk, switchman for the Shell Beach Road, died two years ago. Mrs. Pons, mother of Mrs. Monk, followed a few months later. The little fortune left by these two deceased has all gone - spent in the same terrible way.
Father +Hanrahan will take charge of the children to-day. The girls will be sent to the Mont Carmel Asylum and the boys will got to the St. Mary's Orphan Boys' Asylum.
Dr. Clay applied for their care, but the good priest objected, on the grounds that the children were Catholics of his parish."
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