Glenn Patton Dies Early Last Monday
Succumbs To Diptheria After Few Days Illness Aged 19 Years
Glenn Patton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert B. Patton of this city, died at his home at an early hour last Monday morning, April 6, following a four days' illness of diptheria.
The death of Glenn came as a shock to his hosts of friends in and around Lafayette. He was a youth who by his friendly ways and gentlemanly bearing made friends of everyone he met. For some time previous to his death he had been employed as a clerk in the store of the Rocky Mountain Fuel company at the Columbine mine. Thursday evening of last week he came home from his work and complained of being sick. Medical attention was given him but he gradually grew worse and death came in spite of every effort to save his live.
Glenn Patton was born at Brush, Colorado, May 10, 1906. Several years ago he moved with his parents and sisters to Lafayette, which has since been his home. August 4, 1924, he was united in marriage to Miss Frances Crawford, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Roy G. M. Crawford of this city. His wife and a few weeks-old baby daughter survive him. Beside these he is survived by his parents and four sisters, Pauline, Vivian, Margaret, and Katherine. Just recently Glenn had become a member of Lignite lodge K. Of P. and had already become a popular member of that lodge.
Short funeral services, conducted by Rev. J. C. B. Hopkins, were held at the Lafayette cemetery Tuesday afternoon. No more impressive selection and none more appropriate could have been read than that grand old song "Come Unto Me," which Rev. Hopkins read at the grave. It is as follows:
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed;
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest,
Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrow never dims;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymns,
There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers, the earth too rudely pressed,
Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest.
Succumbs To Diptheria After Few Days Illness Aged 19 Years
Glenn Patton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert B. Patton of this city, died at his home at an early hour last Monday morning, April 6, following a four days' illness of diptheria.
The death of Glenn came as a shock to his hosts of friends in and around Lafayette. He was a youth who by his friendly ways and gentlemanly bearing made friends of everyone he met. For some time previous to his death he had been employed as a clerk in the store of the Rocky Mountain Fuel company at the Columbine mine. Thursday evening of last week he came home from his work and complained of being sick. Medical attention was given him but he gradually grew worse and death came in spite of every effort to save his live.
Glenn Patton was born at Brush, Colorado, May 10, 1906. Several years ago he moved with his parents and sisters to Lafayette, which has since been his home. August 4, 1924, he was united in marriage to Miss Frances Crawford, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Roy G. M. Crawford of this city. His wife and a few weeks-old baby daughter survive him. Beside these he is survived by his parents and four sisters, Pauline, Vivian, Margaret, and Katherine. Just recently Glenn had become a member of Lignite lodge K. Of P. and had already become a popular member of that lodge.
Short funeral services, conducted by Rev. J. C. B. Hopkins, were held at the Lafayette cemetery Tuesday afternoon. No more impressive selection and none more appropriate could have been read than that grand old song "Come Unto Me," which Rev. Hopkins read at the grave. It is as follows:
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed;
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest,
Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrow never dims;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymns,
There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers, the earth too rudely pressed,
Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest.
Glenn Patton Dies Early Last Monday
Succumbs To Diptheria After Few Days Illness Aged 19 Years
Glenn Patton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert B. Patton of this city, died at his home at an early hour last Monday morning, April 6, following a four days' illness of diptheria.
The death of Glenn came as a shock to his hosts of friends in and around Lafayette. He was a youth who by his friendly ways and gentlemanly bearing made friends of everyone he met. For some time previous to his death he had been employed as a clerk in the store of the Rocky Mountain Fuel company at the Columbine mine. Thursday evening of last week he came home from his work and complained of being sick. Medical attention was given him but he gradually grew worse and death came in spite of every effort to save his live.
Glenn Patton was born at Brush, Colorado, May 10, 1906. Several years ago he moved with his parents and sisters to Lafayette, which has since been his home. August 4, 1924, he was united in marriage to Miss Frances Crawford, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Roy G. M. Crawford of this city. His wife and a few weeks-old baby daughter survive him. Beside these he is survived by his parents and four sisters, Pauline, Vivian, Margaret, and Katherine. Just recently Glenn had become a member of Lignite lodge K. Of P. and had already become a popular member of that lodge.
Short funeral services, conducted by Rev. J. C. B. Hopkins, were held at the Lafayette cemetery Tuesday afternoon. No more impressive selection and none more appropriate could have been read than that grand old song "Come Unto Me," which Rev. Hopkins read at the grave. It is as follows:
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed;
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest,
Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrow never dims;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymns,
There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers, the earth too rudely pressed,
Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest.
Succumbs To Diptheria After Few Days Illness Aged 19 Years
Glenn Patton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert B. Patton of this city, died at his home at an early hour last Monday morning, April 6, following a four days' illness of diptheria.
The death of Glenn came as a shock to his hosts of friends in and around Lafayette. He was a youth who by his friendly ways and gentlemanly bearing made friends of everyone he met. For some time previous to his death he had been employed as a clerk in the store of the Rocky Mountain Fuel company at the Columbine mine. Thursday evening of last week he came home from his work and complained of being sick. Medical attention was given him but he gradually grew worse and death came in spite of every effort to save his live.
Glenn Patton was born at Brush, Colorado, May 10, 1906. Several years ago he moved with his parents and sisters to Lafayette, which has since been his home. August 4, 1924, he was united in marriage to Miss Frances Crawford, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Roy G. M. Crawford of this city. His wife and a few weeks-old baby daughter survive him. Beside these he is survived by his parents and four sisters, Pauline, Vivian, Margaret, and Katherine. Just recently Glenn had become a member of Lignite lodge K. Of P. and had already become a popular member of that lodge.
Short funeral services, conducted by Rev. J. C. B. Hopkins, were held at the Lafayette cemetery Tuesday afternoon. No more impressive selection and none more appropriate could have been read than that grand old song "Come Unto Me," which Rev. Hopkins read at the grave. It is as follows:
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed;
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest,
Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrow never dims;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymns,
There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers, the earth too rudely pressed,
Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me and I will give you rest.
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