Source: Indiana Historical Society Microfilm Reel no. 291007 Jamestown, Ind. Jamestown Press Jan 1905-Dec 1907
Jamestown Press Boone County Indiana Friday, December 26, 1907 page 2 Surname: Davis
In Memory of Ruby
Just at the dawn of a new Christmas when “Peace on Earth, good will to men,” was ready to be sung by all men, at the time when the earth was clad in its garment of white, at a time when the hearts of young and old were bursting with joy and gladness, there came to me the saddest of news, the death of Ruby Davis.
How strange! How sad! Hardly credible is it that she only two weeks ago was full of life, active, and happy with what seemed to her, that all who knew her, a long lease on time. But alas! There came so suddenly the awful shock and now all that remains of her is her memory that can never be erased by the duration of time and will only grow brighter through the cycles of eternity.
On my way home Friday night I stopped to see her and when I entered her room she knew me, extended me her hand, assuring me that when I returned after the holidays she would be ready to enter school. On the next morning at 6:30 her beautiful life went out into the city not made by hands to her home eternal in the Heavens whose author and builder is God.
Would I were able to utter the thoughts that arise in me but all this lisping, stammering tongue would ever say would never tell of the beautiful life she has lived for sixteen years and of the death she died. Since I have known her as a friend and student she has only proved to me the life she has lived with those who have known her better. As a pupil in school she was ideal; every day she wore the same sweet, happy face that always made all around her happy. She was always obedient in school and out. All her classmates loved her. She was very conscientious in her work and had not been absent until the last sickness came.
But her school work is done; her work on earth is finished; how glad for all her schoolmates and we, her teachers, are to know she has only been called away to continue the work she so nobly began.
To the mother and father, sister and brothers, I extend my tenderest sympathy assuring them that their tears are my tears, and to her classmates, I ask them to ever remember her life, to cherish its memory when all else seems to have been forgotten, and though her desk in school will be vacant and her chair at home empty, there still remains in all our hearts, sweet life of pure, sweet Ruby.
Her friend and teacher, R.D. Squires.
Note from Janet Price; I am posting this tribute for others. I am not related to the subject.