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...Rampart Last week, at 47, John Metoyer died. At the Brown Bomber the mourning Zulus gathered, planned a proper funeral with five bands, pallbearers in Mardi Gras skirts of grass, and all the Zulu mourners carrying coconuts. The coconuts would be laid on John Metoyer's bier, that he might fight his way to joy with the heavenly Queen of the Amazon Islands. Mourners hoped that John Metoyer's boyhood friend and Zulu clubmember, famed Zulu Louis ("Satchelmouth") Armstrong, would come down from Manhattan's Harlem with his trumpet to lead the bands in There Never...
...Cathedral, on a silver and black pall, garbed in pontifical vestments of purple and white, lay all that was mortal of George William Cardinal Mundelein, late Archbishop of Chicago. For three long days last week, in long slow lines, ten times ten times ten thousand mourners shuffled past his bier. When 20 archbishops, 70 bishops, countless priests and monsignori marched down Michigan Boulevard in the Cardinal's funeral procession, ten times ten times ten thousand mourners lined the route. These citizens could count themselves honorary pallbearers of Cardinal Mundelein. For, instead of designating a handful of big names...
...drawing to its close. The last was written in 1881, when Emerson's mind was beginning to dim. He could no longer spell the simplest words, recall the simplest names. "He was a good man," he said standing at Longfellow's bier, "I cannot remember his name." To Sam Bradford, "oldest of friends," he says in a last letter, "I have ceased to write, because the pen refuses to spell...
...father's funeral, all Bat'a employes vowed "in the presence of our dead chief to uphold his ideals: service to customers through cheap shoe production and service to fellow workers through high wages." Thomas Jr., then aged 18, laid on the bier a bunch of white roses inscribed: "I promise. Tommy...
...voices from the waking world which dimly reach the sleeper. Sometimes it seems that he is hearing confused sounds of some turbulent life going on around him, which he dimly apprehends but in which he takes no part -as Finnigan might semiconsciously register the fighting and weeping over his bier. And there is a suggestion that as the dream ends, life itself ends, in the utter and profound sleep of death...