PRIVATE HERMAN SCANTLIN|
Newspaper Unknown - April 18, 1918
It was with a feeling of deepest sympathy and regret that this community received the news of the death of the first one of the Athens boys who have so nobly answered the call of their country when the telegram announcing the death of Private Herman Scantlin was received last Thursday morning.
It was known that he was a very sick man and his wife, Mrs. Mae Scantlin and her sister, Miss Lillie Jameson, departed for New York on Tuesday evening in order that they might be at the bedside of the patient and cheer him in the fight for life but he had passed to the final roll call about two hours before they reached their destination.
Herman departed with the last quota from Menard County on April 6. At that time he was not feeling well but would not complain as he had it in mind that "this would be yellow" as he expressed it.
Shortly after his arrival at the camp at Ft. Totten he was taken ill and sent to a base hospital where his illness was diagnosed as pleurisy. The messages and letters received daily gave his friends hope that the patient would defeat the dread disease and would soon be restored to health.
The medical authorities did all in their power to overcome the disease, but the patient took a turn for the worse and passed away in the early hours of last Thursday morning. His last words being a call for his wife whom he had left behind such a short time ago and in the high hope that he would soon be able to return to the bosom of his family.
Herman's death brings the realization that this horrible world war is now at our very doors. It is reaping its grim harvest of our bravest and best boys and Herman is the first one who has gone from our midst to answer the last call and yet he fell before reaching the reddened fields of France. However this does not mitigate the tears shed and sorrow felt by his friends and the people of Athens with whom Herman was associated and by whom he was held in high esteem. He has done his bit. He did it readily and willingly and this is one ray of brightness in the hour of sorrow and grief. May this be said of us all when we too have surrendered to the enemy of all mankind - Death.
Herman Scantlin, son of Thomas Scantlin was born in Athens, Illinois, June 1, 1888 and died at Ft. Totten, New York, April 18, 1918, aged 29 years, 10 months and 17 days.
He was united in marriage to Mrs. Mae Hall on April 20, 1911. They made their home in this city until the call to the colors came when the home was temporarily closed and Mrs. Scantlin went to Springfield for a short visit with her mother.
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Mae Scantlin, three sisters, (first two names unreadable), Mrs. Elmer Stone of Kenosha, Wisconsin, his father, Thomas Scantlin and one brother, Thomas jr. also of Athens.
Funeral services were held at the Christian church in this city, Tuesday afternoon, April 23, 1918 at 2 o'clock, Rev. William Groves of Petersburg, officiating. Interment was made in the Hall cemetery.
The pall bearers were: James Calvert, Gus Shipley, Seth Wineland, George Edmunds, Arthur Jenson and J. S. Sprouse.
The flower girls were: The Misses Clara Hibbs, Bernice Bushong, Elzora McDougal, Dorothy Swingle, Marian Flynn and Marie Smock.
The floral offerings were many and very beautiful. Those deserving special mention were: A broken wheel from the boys of the 4th Reg. Coast Artillery; American Flag from Miners Local No. 633; Lillies from the Athens Vigilance Corps of the American Defense Society; Wreathe from the business men of the city. There were also many beautiful pieces expressive of the sympathy of individual donors.
The members of Local Union No. 633 and the members of the Athens Vigilance Corps attended the funeral in a body and thus attested their respect to the fallen soldier and their sincere sympathy to his stricken family and friends.
The funeral was the largest ever held in this city and was a remarkable tribute of every class of our people to "our boy" who had fallen in the fight to make the world safe for democracy.
Transcribed by:Bertha Emmett