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tft-r W--W i 1 FILL PILGRIM BAPTIST CHtTRCH TO CAPACITY fas 1tii' SMS IS tOIDUGT SERVICES The funeral services of Jphn Quincy Adams, veteran editor.of APPEAL, who died Sept. 4thr, as the result of injuries received in an automobile accident, were held Friday, Sept. Baptist Church, under the auspices of Gopher Lodge, No. 105, I. B.

P. 0. E. of which Mr. Adams was a charter member.

The edifice was crowded to the doors with friends who came to pay their last respects to the esteemed editor, many of whom were from out-oftown. The casket containing the body ofi the deceased editor was escorted to the alter by the following active pallbearers: John Coquire, Nels Casey, S. W. Wright, Elbert Gilbreth, James Grissom, and Felix Reines. The honorary pallbearers were: James H.

A. Hilyard, R. C. Minor, W. T.

Francis, R. M. Johnson, Thos. Hickman J. W.

Milton, J. E. Johnson, St. Paul, John M. Allison, and W.

R. Morris, Minneapolis, Mr, A. T. Hall, Pittsburgh, and Mr. C.

W. Scrutchin, Bemidji, Minn. Mr. Geo. W.

Stewart presided at the service which was opened with a song by the choirVLead Kindly Light," followed by an invocation by Reverend T. J. Carr, of St. Paul Baptist Church. The choir then sang "Nearer My God To then the Ninetieth Psalm as the Scripture Lesson was read by Rev.

John W. Kelly, of St. James A. M. E.

Church. Rev. Carr then read the obituary follows: 'John Quincy Adams, editor and publisher of THE APPEAL, St. Paul, was born in Louisville, May 4, 1848, the son of Reverend-. Henry Adams and Margaret Adams (nee Corbin).

His father was the i founder of Fifth Street Baptist Church, Louisville, and was its pastor for thirty-three years. John Adams received his schooling in Fond du lac, Yellow Springs, Ohio, and completed his education at the college in Oberlin, Ohio, of which he was a graduate. He went to Arkansas to teach school and taught in two of the smaller towns, and later in Little Rock. He then became assistant to his uncle, Hon. Joseph C.

Corbin, the then Superintendent of Public Instruction of the State of Arkansas. He was next elected Engrossing Clerk of the Arkansas State Senate. While serving in the Senate, the famous Brooks-Baxter political battle took place, after which Mr. Adams returned to Louisville and became a teacher in the public schools. After several years' servicers at- school teacher, he was istration he was separated from this service.

In 1879, Mr. Adams began the publication of The Bulletin, in Louisville, a weekly which soon became in the Fourth Estate for its enterprise. One of the exploits of The Bulletin was the publication in 1883 of an' issue dated 198one hundred years in advance. It contained ajoi of imaginary happenings which were supposed to and many of the derful facts. The inter-planetary communication, which he also predicted may yet come to pass by 1983, Mr Adams continued the publication of the Bulletin until 1886, when, believing that.

there was no future for him in the South, he decided to make his home in St. Paul, Minn. Arriving in this city on August 6, he began work on THE WEST- ERN APPEAL, a weekly paper, which was being published by Messrs. Thos H. Lyles and F.

D. Parker, both deceased. In January 1887, he became manager of WESTERN APPEAL, soon after acquiring complete control of the business, and changing the name of the paper to THE APPEAL. Xn 1892, Mr. Adams was married to Ella of St.

Pal who was a happy one, four- children were born to them, of WTOH! three-are, living, a son and two daughters! Aside from his newspaper work, Mr. Adams, held several appointive political positions. On September 3, 1922, returning home from a Gospel meeting which he had attended, about to board a street car, Mr. Adams was struck by an automobile, receiving injuries which resulted in his death' seven hours later at the City Hospital. During Mr.

Adams' management of THE APPEAL it has never missed an issue, and has never been a vehicle for scandalous publication, ftor attacks on the characters of private, individuals. On account of the and vigor of the editorials, THE APPEAL is acknowledged by the press to be one of the most powerful organs in defense of right and justice hi the United States. Mr. Adams was absolutely fearless in his denunciation of those he believed to be in the wrong, or whose policies were inimical to the good of all Americans. In September, 1911, on the occasion of the twenty-fifth anniversary of his editorship of THE APPEAL, in his address before several hundred of his friends who had gathered to help him celebrate the occasion he said: Little did I think when I came here in 1886 and did some work on THE APPEAL the same day of my arrival," that I would be here twenty-five years afterward and still be working on THE APPEAL.

But one never knows what Fate has in store for him. If, however, I have earned the Silent God, Thou whose voice afar in mist and mystery hath left our ears an-hungered in these fearful as, good Lord! L'sten to us, Thy children i our faces dark with doubt, are made a mockery in Thy sanctuary. With uplifted bands we front Thy heaven, God, crying: We Beseech Thee to hear as, good Lord! We are not better thanour fellows, Lord, we are hut weak and human men. When our devils do deviltry, cutse Thou the doer and the deed: curse them, as we curse them, do to them all and more man ever they have done to innocecce and weakness, to womanhood and home. Have mercy apon as, miserable sinners I And yet whose is the deeper guilt? Who made these devils? Who nursed them in crime and fed them on injustice? Who ravished and debauched their mothers and their grandmothers? Who bought and sold their crime, and waxed fat and rich on public iniquity? Thou knomest, good God! Is this Thy justice, Father, that guile be easier than innocence, and the innocent crucified for the guilt of the untouched guilty?" Judge of men 1 jft Wherefore do we pray Is not the God of the fathers dead? Have not seers seen in Heaven's halls Thine hearsed and lifeless form stark amidst the black and rolling smoke of sin, where all along how hitter forms of endless dead? Awake, Thoa that steepest! Thou art not dead, hut flown afar, up hills of endless light, thru biasing corridors of suns, where worlds do swing of good and gentle men, of women strong and freefar from the cozenage, black hypocrisy and chaste prostitution of this shameful speck of again, Lord, leave as not to perish in our sin I From lust of body'and lust of blood Great God deliver us! right to be paid the compliments that have been bestowed upon me tonight I ought to pat myself on the back and, if it will be necessary for me to use a shoe horn in putting on my hat, in the future, I cannot be very seriously condemned.

These words, by Howard Arnold Walter, very aptly express how I feel about the matter: "I would be true, for there are those who trust me I would be pure, for there are those who care I would be strong, for there is much to I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend of allthe foethe friendless I would be giving, and forget gift va Defective Page At 4 the JOHN Q. ADAMS I would be humble, for I know my weakness I would look upand laughand love and lift." My friends, I assure you that this occasion is one of the happiest periods of my life among you, and I hope I may ever maintain the place that this large and representative gathering, coupled with the encomiums extended, warrant me in believing I have in your esteem. There are very few persons who do not care for the good opinion of their fellow men, and I assure you I am not in the minority class. For the past quarter of a century, dbspite all counter infflencesand they have been not a fewI have maintained THE APPEAL, it never having missed an issue in all that time THE APPEAL may not have From the leagued lying of despot and of brute.

Great God deliver as I A city lay in travail, God out Lord, and from her loins sprang twin Murder and Black Hate. Red was the midnight clang, crack and cry of death and fury filled the air and trembled underneath the stars when church spires pointed silently to Thee. And all this was to sate the greed of speedy men who hide behind the veil of vengeance! Bend as Thine ear, Lord! In the pale, still morning we looked upon the deed. We stopped our ears and held our leaping Aands, but theydid they not wag their heads and leer and cry with bloody jawx: Cease from Crime I The word was mockery, for thus they train a hundred crimes while we docure one. Turn again our captivity, 0 Lord! J- Behold this maimed and broken thing dear God it was an humble black man who toiled and sweat to save a bit from the pittance paid him.

They told him: Work and Rise. He worked. Did this man sin? Nay, but some one told how some one said another did-one whom he had never seen nor known. Yet for that man's crime this man lieth maimed and his wife naked to shame, his children, to poverty and evil. Hear as, heavenly Father! Doth not this justice of hell stink in Thy nostrils, God How long shall the mounting flood of innocent blood roar in Thine ears and pound in our hearts for vengeance? Pile the pale frenzy of blood- crated brutes who do such deeds high on Thine altar, Jehovah Jirch, and burn it in hell forever and forever! Forglbeas, good Lord wknvw not whaivje say 4 BewUdered we are, and passion-tost, mad with the madness of a mobbed and mocked and murdered people straining at the armposts of Thy Throne, we raise our shackled hands and charge Thee, God, by the bones of our stolen fathers, by the tears of our dead mothers, the very blood of hy crucified Christ What meaneth this Tell us Plan give ut the Sign! Keep not thoa silence, been and, may not be now, all that some of you have thought it should be and, in fact, it never was all I might, could, should or would have had it.

No man has ever yet conducted a newspaper, or anything else, for that matter, that completely suited everybodyand never will. I know not how long I will be permitted by the Ruler of the Universe to encumber His footstool, but I shall in the future, as in the past, endeavor to merit the good will of the people of this commonwealth by doing as I have always donethe best I can Then Mr. Adams read an original poem to express the impression he wished to leave upon his fellow men, as follows: "When.I am dead, if men can say He helped the world upon its way. With all his faults of word and deed, Mankind did have some little need Of what he in my grave No greater honor shall I crave. If they can sayif they but can "He did his best, he played the man His ways were straight his soul was clean His failings not unkind nor mean He loved his fellow men and tried To help be satisfied.

But when I'm gone, if even one Can weep because my life is done, and feel the world is something bare Because I am no longer there Call me a knave, my life misspentNo matter. I shall be content. Resolutions from The Sterling Club, of which Mr. Adams was an honorary member, were then read by Mr. O.

C. Hall as follows: St. Paul, Minnesota, August 8, 1922. Among the recent demands of the grim monster has been his call for our friend and brother, John Quincy Adams, a part of whose very active life was that of being charter, honor ary- member of Sterling Club, of which club he expected expression of highest social and civic ideals. When, as friend Adams, an individual has spent over 30 years in a community as faithful husband, gentle father, proud home owner, conser- ity and Chesterfieldian manners the path of life was open to our friend and brother to choose his pleasure and comfort where he would, he chose the more' useful but rougher course where he must take unkind rebluffs with his fellows in a world that rates character largely by color.

His life calling placed him in the fore rank of his group as spokesman. There he functioned long and well. Always gentle, but atoays contending, never offending but always insisting to those other than his Tace he said, "Tf we are wrong, you made us so. We are better than we were yesterday. Give us a man's opportunity not sympathy." Therefore Be It Resolved: That we the Officers and members of THE STERLING CLUB make mention to the family of the unexpressable feeling of appreciation of the life and works of our friend and brother John Quincy Adams and of our grief because of our loss.

That we pray to a merciful heavenly, father that as descending mantle of an ascending Elijah fell upon a gazing Elijah, may the spirit of John Quincy Adams fall upon his son, inspiring him to lead as father led. That collectively and severally the hands of the Sterling Club members be- outstretched to in any manner alleviate the grief of the family now or in the future. That a copy of these resolutions be Tis well that not again our hearts spread upon the.minutes of the Club, Continued on Second IT no longer blind, Lord God, deaf to our prayer andvdumb our dumb suffering. Surely Thou too art not white, Lord, a pale, bloodless, heartless thing Ah! Christ of all the Pities! Forgive the thought! Forgive these words. Thou art still the God of our black fathers, and in Thy soul's soul sit some soft darkenings of the evening, some shadowings of the velvet nigh t.

jft But whisperspeakcall, great God, for Thy silence is white terror to our hearts! The way, God, show us the way and point us the path. greed and South is blood within, the coward, and without, the liar. Whither? To death? Amen! Welcome dark sleep! Whither? To life? But not this life, dear God, not this. Let the cup pass from us, tempt us not beyond our strength, for there is that clamoring and clawing within, to whose voice we would not listen, yet shudder lest we must, and it is red, Ah! God! It is a red and awfoi shape. Selahl In yonder East trembles a Vengeance is mine Ituillrepay, satth the Lord! Thy wttf, Lord, be done! Kyrle Eleison! J- Lord, we have done these pleading, wavering words.

We beseech Thee to hear us, gcod Lord! We bow our heads, and hearken soft to the sobbing of worsen and little children. ,4 A We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord I jf Our voices sink in silence and in night. Hear as, good Lord In night, God of a godless Amen! In silence, Silent God. and that copies be sent the press and family. W.

E. Alexander, President. R. H. Anderson, Chairman Board of Directors.

J. E. Johnson, Committee. Resolutions from Gopher Lodge No. 105 were then read by Mr.

W. Stewart, as follows: St. Paul, Minnesota. September 6, 1922. Whereas it has pleased Almighty God, The Ruler of the Universe, to take out of our midst our beloved Friend and Brother, and whereas for that reason we have met here this afternoon in the Temple of Him who teaches the Humility and Nobleness of Charity, and here in the Sanctuary of Him who is the great Exemplar of Justice, to gather in, and commemorate, the fruits of the splendid life of achievements so indelibly imprinted upon life's pathway, and so beautifully wrought upon the shields of humanity by Brother John Quincy Adams, and whereas it is little we can do for the dead and whereas the voice of praise cannot delight the closed ear nor the violence of cen sur vative business man, true friend and The Improved Benevolent Protected leader of an unpopular people, death' Order of Elks of the World, with is not a lament but a triumph, and hands clasped and encircling the pretty Words nor high sounding! globe with our free hands, spreading phrases can express the person's light and happiness, and comfort and activities or the loss of family or, good will, and with our feet cemented community.

to the Eternal fellowship of Brotherlyt Though by native endowment, abil- ev vex it, yet whom of us here today could encompass such a thought about the life of him whose death has made a community among us to mourn. Therefore be it resolved that we members of The Gopher Lodge 105, rededicat ourselves today unblemished record and the soothing remembrance of this departed Brother, and may the sweet tones of the muffled gong echo and re-echo in the hearts of all mankind unto Eternities end, and be it further resolved that a copy of these resolutions be sent to the bereaved family, a copy spread upon our Minutes and a copy sent to the Afro-American Press. Committee, JOHN F. COQUIRE G. W.

STEWART Chairman. Following the above resolutions, Mr. Stewart read an original poem dedicated to the memory of John Quincy Adams: TIS WELL Yes tis well The Evening Shadows lengthen Homes Golden Gate shine on our ravished sight, And though the tender tides we strove to strengthen Break one by one at Evening time, tis light! Tis well the way was often dull and weary The spirit fainted oft beneath its load, No sunshine came from skies all grey and dreary And yet our feet were bound to tread that road! to 3T Li Done at i. BuacaAiDT.