DEATH LOVES A SHINING MARK
George Clinton Logan Taken Away at Twenty, Victim of Paralysis—An Exemplary Young Man
Surely no better example of the truth of the above quotation could be mentioned than in the case of Clint Logan, whose death occurred last Friday noon.
The sudden and untimely end of this well known, popular young man was the universal topic of conversation, and occasioned universal regret.
Just at the threshold of manhood—in the very prime of life—when everything pointed to a useful career, his demise was not only a blow to his parents and dear ones, but was a distinct loss to the community as well, for he was an honorable, clean young man whom it was a privilege and a pleasure to know.
He was born at Ridgeway, a small place near Winona, Minn., twenty years ago the 29th of last August. He came with his parents to Beach three years ago, and since finishing school has been an able assistant to his father, both here and on the farm. Since his father embarked in the mercantile business last spring he has been employed in the store, being pleasant and affable to all, and many who never knew him formed his acquaintance there, and liked him.
About a week or ten days before his death he fell from a step-ladder in the store, striking the counter with much force. He paid no attention to the fall at the time but a few days later symptoms of paralysis developed, and five days from the time he took to his bed he was a corpse. Funeral services were held at the Congregational church Monday afternoon at 4:30, Rev. Good dwelling upon the uncertainty of life, and speaking words of comfort to the bereaved ones.
The remains were taken east on the evening train for interment Wednesday at the old home.
Golden Valley Chronicle, 10/14/1910
Ed.: the quote in the headline is from the book of poetry Night Thoughts, by Edward Young.