Here is the last one:
WE WILL MISS "DAVE" WRIGHT
David Wright, who died suddenly at Northampton yesterday, will be missed in this town in the intimately personal way that comes when close friends are separated. He was the embodiment of the old days of trading, of service between town and town, and between farm and farm, when nobody thought of using the mails and when nothing approaching the telephone had been dreamed of.
"I guess I'll go up to see Dave Wright" was heard on all sides, and it meant much more than the securing of a wagon or a farm tool, -it meant a delightfully "homey" chat with a man who knew the whole country side as he knew his own household, and who had a most kindly personal interest in them all. There is nobody who takes his place. The cold-blooded mail, telephone and catalogue will come in where he stood, and where he gave a warm handshake and merry greeting, with a jest that was like one of Dave Harum's best, modern machine-like dealing will make another advance. But you can never displace a fine personality, and "Dave" Wright was as much himself and nobody else, and as wholesome and generous-hearted as the good, clean soil of the fertile valley farms. The men are never cut to a pattern who come up close to Nature, and he was that kind. He will be missed as one whose place will not be filled.
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