age 26y, 4m, 29d.
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Boone County Democrat May 29, 1895
Charles R. Carlson was instantly killed shortly after two o'clock Monday afternoon, being struck by the D.M., N. &W. trestle where the C&NW passes under it, and almost in stone's throw of his home.
Mr. Carlson started from the mill shortly before two o'clock and going to the Northwestern offices asked for and was given a permit to ride to Ogden on freight train No. 19. This is a fast freight to the Pacific coast and does not carry passengers. It starts from the yards east of town and does not stop at the depot, merely slowing up as it goes by. Mr. Carlson had previously been granted permits to take this train to Ogden where the Carlson-Rogers Co. have an agency for their flour, being able to transact his business in the afternoon and return on the passenger train at 5:30. As the train pulled by the depot he did not wait until the caboose reached him, evidently thinking the train would be moving too fast by the time the last car would go by, and clambered on one of the cars near the engine. He was young and active and able to handle himself with ease on the top of a freight train. As the train went out of the yard it accelerated its speed and started down the Moingona hill at about 20 miles an hour. Mr. Carlson had walked about half the length of the train and was still a number of car lengths from the caboose when the signal rope with pendants, placed to warn railroad men of the trestle they were to pass under, was reached. One of the pendants struck his hat and knocked it off. As he reached for it and involuntarily started to catch it, he forgot all about the dangerous place the train was passing. What was placed there as a warning became a death trap to him. Instead of at once ducking down and letting the trestle pass safely over him his attention was distracted by the loss of his hat and he stood looking after it. A moment more and the car he was on dashed under the trestle. The first timber struck him full on the back of the head and knocked him down. Those that saw the accident say he doubled up as he fell and rolled to the end of the car, then falling off the train about 100 feet below the trestle work. The train could not be stopped on the hill and was nearly to Moingona before the engineer could be notified.
As the accident had been seen by several parties help soon arrived but there was nothing to be done. He was still breathing when the first ones came but died before he could be removed. The back of his skull was crushed and his neck broken. His face was not disfigured and there were no injuries except those caused by the cruel blow of the tr4estle timbers.
He was tenderly lifted up and taken to his father's house on Monona Street only a block distant. The old gentleman was engaged in mowing his yard at the time of the accident, and someone told him a man had been killed at the crossing. He started to tender assistance, little thinking of the great grief so suddenly hurled upon him. A number of physicians were soon at the scene but there was nothing to be done and the grief stricken family was left alone with their dead and the great load of sorrow they were so unexpectedly called upon to b ear.
Charles R. Carlson was about 26 years of age and one of the most active and promising young men of this city. He was born and brought up in Boone. His father a miller by profession, was the manager of the Reed ill, and it was here that Charlie, as he was universally called, first gained familiarity with the business he finally entered. When first starting out in life he was given a position in the Boone post office. A mere boy at the time, he developed great ability and was recognized as one of the most competent and valued employees ever in the office. Whatever he did he did well. After leaving the post office he was employed in Omaha for a time, but eventually came back to Boone, going into the milling business with his father, They were successful and after running the Reed mill for a number of years built the Carlson mill. A short time ago the elder Mr. Carlson retired, disposing of his interest to T. Rogers, and the Carlson-Rogers Milling Co. was formed, Charles R. Carlson being the head of the firm. The firm was eminently successful and fast extending its business. They established a branch in Ogden this spring and it was while on his way there that Mr. Carlson met his death.
In 1898 he made his debut in politics, being elected a member of the common council from the Third ward. He was one of the most efficient and able men on the council and made an excellent record.
Socially there is hardly a young man in Boone that will be more greatly missed. Pleasant, genial, courteous, and accommodating, he was never called upon when he was not ready and willing to assist in all undertakings. Possessed of a remarkable tenor voice which he had cultivated to a high degree he was in constant demand wherever music was wanted, and in this particular there is no one to fill his place in Boone.
Free hearted and generous to a fault, he will long be mourned and the sorrow of the community mingles with that of his grief stricken family.
Action of the Columbian Club—Mr. Carlson was president of this organization and when his death was learned a special meeting was called the same evening, every member being present. In addition to making arrangements for attending the funeral, draping the club rooms with mourning, and otherwise testifying their sorrow.
The funeral will take place at two o'clock this afternoon, from the Presbyterian Church. It has been some time since there has been so much sorrow expressed by the community and the city will turn out en masse on this sad occasion
In addition to the Columbian Club, of which he was the president, the Knights of Pythias, to which he belonged, will attend in a body.
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Boone County Democrat May 29, 1895
Charles R. Carlson was instantly killed shortly after two o'clock Monday afternoon, being struck by the D.M., N. &W. trestle where the C&NW passes under it, and almost in stone's throw of his home.
Mr. Carlson started from the mill shortly before two o'clock and going to the Northwestern offices asked for and was given a permit to ride to Ogden on freight train No. 19. This is a fast freight to the Pacific coast and does not carry passengers. It starts from the yards east of town and does not stop at the depot, merely slowing up as it goes by. Mr. Carlson had previously been granted permits to take this train to Ogden where the Carlson-Rogers Co. have an agency for their flour, being able to transact his business in the afternoon and return on the passenger train at 5:30. As the train pulled by the depot he did not wait until the caboose reached him, evidently thinking the train would be moving too fast by the time the last car would go by, and clambered on one of the cars near the engine. He was young and active and able to handle himself with ease on the top of a freight train. As the train went out of the yard it accelerated its speed and started down the Moingona hill at about 20 miles an hour. Mr. Carlson had walked about half the length of the train and was still a number of car lengths from the caboose when the signal rope with pendants, placed to warn railroad men of the trestle they were to pass under, was reached. One of the pendants struck his hat and knocked it off. As he reached for it and involuntarily started to catch it, he forgot all about the dangerous place the train was passing. What was placed there as a warning became a death trap to him. Instead of at once ducking down and letting the trestle pass safely over him his attention was distracted by the loss of his hat and he stood looking after it. A moment more and the car he was on dashed under the trestle. The first timber struck him full on the back of the head and knocked him down. Those that saw the accident say he doubled up as he fell and rolled to the end of the car, then falling off the train about 100 feet below the trestle work. The train could not be stopped on the hill and was nearly to Moingona before the engineer could be notified.
As the accident had been seen by several parties help soon arrived but there was nothing to be done. He was still breathing when the first ones came but died before he could be removed. The back of his skull was crushed and his neck broken. His face was not disfigured and there were no injuries except those caused by the cruel blow of the tr4estle timbers.
He was tenderly lifted up and taken to his father's house on Monona Street only a block distant. The old gentleman was engaged in mowing his yard at the time of the accident, and someone told him a man had been killed at the crossing. He started to tender assistance, little thinking of the great grief so suddenly hurled upon him. A number of physicians were soon at the scene but there was nothing to be done and the grief stricken family was left alone with their dead and the great load of sorrow they were so unexpectedly called upon to b ear.
Charles R. Carlson was about 26 years of age and one of the most active and promising young men of this city. He was born and brought up in Boone. His father a miller by profession, was the manager of the Reed ill, and it was here that Charlie, as he was universally called, first gained familiarity with the business he finally entered. When first starting out in life he was given a position in the Boone post office. A mere boy at the time, he developed great ability and was recognized as one of the most competent and valued employees ever in the office. Whatever he did he did well. After leaving the post office he was employed in Omaha for a time, but eventually came back to Boone, going into the milling business with his father, They were successful and after running the Reed mill for a number of years built the Carlson mill. A short time ago the elder Mr. Carlson retired, disposing of his interest to T. Rogers, and the Carlson-Rogers Milling Co. was formed, Charles R. Carlson being the head of the firm. The firm was eminently successful and fast extending its business. They established a branch in Ogden this spring and it was while on his way there that Mr. Carlson met his death.
In 1898 he made his debut in politics, being elected a member of the common council from the Third ward. He was one of the most efficient and able men on the council and made an excellent record.
Socially there is hardly a young man in Boone that will be more greatly missed. Pleasant, genial, courteous, and accommodating, he was never called upon when he was not ready and willing to assist in all undertakings. Possessed of a remarkable tenor voice which he had cultivated to a high degree he was in constant demand wherever music was wanted, and in this particular there is no one to fill his place in Boone.
Free hearted and generous to a fault, he will long be mourned and the sorrow of the community mingles with that of his grief stricken family.
Action of the Columbian Club—Mr. Carlson was president of this organization and when his death was learned a special meeting was called the same evening, every member being present. In addition to making arrangements for attending the funeral, draping the club rooms with mourning, and otherwise testifying their sorrow.
The funeral will take place at two o'clock this afternoon, from the Presbyterian Church. It has been some time since there has been so much sorrow expressed by the community and the city will turn out en masse on this sad occasion
In addition to the Columbian Club, of which he was the president, the Knights of Pythias, to which he belonged, will attend in a body.
age 26y, 4m, 29d.
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Boone County Democrat May 29, 1895
Charles R. Carlson was instantly killed shortly after two o'clock Monday afternoon, being struck by the D.M., N. &W. trestle where the C&NW passes under it, and almost in stone's throw of his home.
Mr. Carlson started from the mill shortly before two o'clock and going to the Northwestern offices asked for and was given a permit to ride to Ogden on freight train No. 19. This is a fast freight to the Pacific coast and does not carry passengers. It starts from the yards east of town and does not stop at the depot, merely slowing up as it goes by. Mr. Carlson had previously been granted permits to take this train to Ogden where the Carlson-Rogers Co. have an agency for their flour, being able to transact his business in the afternoon and return on the passenger train at 5:30. As the train pulled by the depot he did not wait until the caboose reached him, evidently thinking the train would be moving too fast by the time the last car would go by, and clambered on one of the cars near the engine. He was young and active and able to handle himself with ease on the top of a freight train. As the train went out of the yard it accelerated its speed and started down the Moingona hill at about 20 miles an hour. Mr. Carlson had walked about half the length of the train and was still a number of car lengths from the caboose when the signal rope with pendants, placed to warn railroad men of the trestle they were to pass under, was reached. One of the pendants struck his hat and knocked it off. As he reached for it and involuntarily started to catch it, he forgot all about the dangerous place the train was passing. What was placed there as a warning became a death trap to him. Instead of at once ducking down and letting the trestle pass safely over him his attention was distracted by the loss of his hat and he stood looking after it. A moment more and the car he was on dashed under the trestle. The first timber struck him full on the back of the head and knocked him down. Those that saw the accident say he doubled up as he fell and rolled to the end of the car, then falling off the train about 100 feet below the trestle work. The train could not be stopped on the hill and was nearly to Moingona before the engineer could be notified.
As the accident had been seen by several parties help soon arrived but there was nothing to be done. He was still breathing when the first ones came but died before he could be removed. The back of his skull was crushed and his neck broken. His face was not disfigured and there were no injuries except those caused by the cruel blow of the tr4estle timbers.
He was tenderly lifted up and taken to his father's house on Monona Street only a block distant. The old gentleman was engaged in mowing his yard at the time of the accident, and someone told him a man had been killed at the crossing. He started to tender assistance, little thinking of the great grief so suddenly hurled upon him. A number of physicians were soon at the scene but there was nothing to be done and the grief stricken family was left alone with their dead and the great load of sorrow they were so unexpectedly called upon to b ear.
Charles R. Carlson was about 26 years of age and one of the most active and promising young men of this city. He was born and brought up in Boone. His father a miller by profession, was the manager of the Reed ill, and it was here that Charlie, as he was universally called, first gained familiarity with the business he finally entered. When first starting out in life he was given a position in the Boone post office. A mere boy at the time, he developed great ability and was recognized as one of the most competent and valued employees ever in the office. Whatever he did he did well. After leaving the post office he was employed in Omaha for a time, but eventually came back to Boone, going into the milling business with his father, They were successful and after running the Reed mill for a number of years built the Carlson mill. A short time ago the elder Mr. Carlson retired, disposing of his interest to T. Rogers, and the Carlson-Rogers Milling Co. was formed, Charles R. Carlson being the head of the firm. The firm was eminently successful and fast extending its business. They established a branch in Ogden this spring and it was while on his way there that Mr. Carlson met his death.
In 1898 he made his debut in politics, being elected a member of the common council from the Third ward. He was one of the most efficient and able men on the council and made an excellent record.
Socially there is hardly a young man in Boone that will be more greatly missed. Pleasant, genial, courteous, and accommodating, he was never called upon when he was not ready and willing to assist in all undertakings. Possessed of a remarkable tenor voice which he had cultivated to a high degree he was in constant demand wherever music was wanted, and in this particular there is no one to fill his place in Boone.
Free hearted and generous to a fault, he will long be mourned and the sorrow of the community mingles with that of his grief stricken family.
Action of the Columbian Club—Mr. Carlson was president of this organization and when his death was learned a special meeting was called the same evening, every member being present. In addition to making arrangements for attending the funeral, draping the club rooms with mourning, and otherwise testifying their sorrow.
The funeral will take place at two o'clock this afternoon, from the Presbyterian Church. It has been some time since there has been so much sorrow expressed by the community and the city will turn out en masse on this sad occasion
In addition to the Columbian Club, of which he was the president, the Knights of Pythias, to which he belonged, will attend in a body.
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Boone County Democrat May 29, 1895
Charles R. Carlson was instantly killed shortly after two o'clock Monday afternoon, being struck by the D.M., N. &W. trestle where the C&NW passes under it, and almost in stone's throw of his home.
Mr. Carlson started from the mill shortly before two o'clock and going to the Northwestern offices asked for and was given a permit to ride to Ogden on freight train No. 19. This is a fast freight to the Pacific coast and does not carry passengers. It starts from the yards east of town and does not stop at the depot, merely slowing up as it goes by. Mr. Carlson had previously been granted permits to take this train to Ogden where the Carlson-Rogers Co. have an agency for their flour, being able to transact his business in the afternoon and return on the passenger train at 5:30. As the train pulled by the depot he did not wait until the caboose reached him, evidently thinking the train would be moving too fast by the time the last car would go by, and clambered on one of the cars near the engine. He was young and active and able to handle himself with ease on the top of a freight train. As the train went out of the yard it accelerated its speed and started down the Moingona hill at about 20 miles an hour. Mr. Carlson had walked about half the length of the train and was still a number of car lengths from the caboose when the signal rope with pendants, placed to warn railroad men of the trestle they were to pass under, was reached. One of the pendants struck his hat and knocked it off. As he reached for it and involuntarily started to catch it, he forgot all about the dangerous place the train was passing. What was placed there as a warning became a death trap to him. Instead of at once ducking down and letting the trestle pass safely over him his attention was distracted by the loss of his hat and he stood looking after it. A moment more and the car he was on dashed under the trestle. The first timber struck him full on the back of the head and knocked him down. Those that saw the accident say he doubled up as he fell and rolled to the end of the car, then falling off the train about 100 feet below the trestle work. The train could not be stopped on the hill and was nearly to Moingona before the engineer could be notified.
As the accident had been seen by several parties help soon arrived but there was nothing to be done. He was still breathing when the first ones came but died before he could be removed. The back of his skull was crushed and his neck broken. His face was not disfigured and there were no injuries except those caused by the cruel blow of the tr4estle timbers.
He was tenderly lifted up and taken to his father's house on Monona Street only a block distant. The old gentleman was engaged in mowing his yard at the time of the accident, and someone told him a man had been killed at the crossing. He started to tender assistance, little thinking of the great grief so suddenly hurled upon him. A number of physicians were soon at the scene but there was nothing to be done and the grief stricken family was left alone with their dead and the great load of sorrow they were so unexpectedly called upon to b ear.
Charles R. Carlson was about 26 years of age and one of the most active and promising young men of this city. He was born and brought up in Boone. His father a miller by profession, was the manager of the Reed ill, and it was here that Charlie, as he was universally called, first gained familiarity with the business he finally entered. When first starting out in life he was given a position in the Boone post office. A mere boy at the time, he developed great ability and was recognized as one of the most competent and valued employees ever in the office. Whatever he did he did well. After leaving the post office he was employed in Omaha for a time, but eventually came back to Boone, going into the milling business with his father, They were successful and after running the Reed mill for a number of years built the Carlson mill. A short time ago the elder Mr. Carlson retired, disposing of his interest to T. Rogers, and the Carlson-Rogers Milling Co. was formed, Charles R. Carlson being the head of the firm. The firm was eminently successful and fast extending its business. They established a branch in Ogden this spring and it was while on his way there that Mr. Carlson met his death.
In 1898 he made his debut in politics, being elected a member of the common council from the Third ward. He was one of the most efficient and able men on the council and made an excellent record.
Socially there is hardly a young man in Boone that will be more greatly missed. Pleasant, genial, courteous, and accommodating, he was never called upon when he was not ready and willing to assist in all undertakings. Possessed of a remarkable tenor voice which he had cultivated to a high degree he was in constant demand wherever music was wanted, and in this particular there is no one to fill his place in Boone.
Free hearted and generous to a fault, he will long be mourned and the sorrow of the community mingles with that of his grief stricken family.
Action of the Columbian Club—Mr. Carlson was president of this organization and when his death was learned a special meeting was called the same evening, every member being present. In addition to making arrangements for attending the funeral, draping the club rooms with mourning, and otherwise testifying their sorrow.
The funeral will take place at two o'clock this afternoon, from the Presbyterian Church. It has been some time since there has been so much sorrow expressed by the community and the city will turn out en masse on this sad occasion
In addition to the Columbian Club, of which he was the president, the Knights of Pythias, to which he belonged, will attend in a body.
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