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In September, 1901, R. V. Lucas, of Bedford, Iowa, purchased the plant and successfully conducted the paper until 1905, when he sold the business to P. M. Cloud and James Rogers. Mr. Lucas resigned from his position as postmaster at Earlville after disposing of the newspaper property, and P. M. Cloud succeeded him in that position. Cloud & Rogers secured the service of Albert Voit as manager and editor of The Phoenix. Mr. Rogers severed his interests in the paper in 1907, and in 1909 Mr. Cloud sold the plant to Albert Voit and he conducted the paper until January 1, 1914, when a partnership was formed with Arthur J. Rogers. The plant has been refurnished, new machinery and material added and the paper increased in size. It is well edited, has a large circulation and is well patronized by the advertising public.

THE HOME PRESS

A quite newsey, neatly printed local paper is the Home Press, published at Greeley. It was established March 5, 1897, by Victor E. Dow, present owner and publisher, and is a six-column quarto, with four pages home print.

THE RYAN REPORTER

E. E. Coakley, a Delaware County boy, is editor and proprietor of the Ryan Reporter, a well edited and readable weekly paper, that gives its large list of subscribers the local and foreign news. Mr. Coakley established his paper in one of the best trading points in Delaware County and issued its first number January 19, 1899. It is a six-column quarto, with two pages home print.

HOPKINTON LEADER

The Leader, one of the best edited and printed newspapers in Delaware County, was established at Hopkinton in 1888. The Leader reflects the opinions of the neighborhood, has a good patronage, and its editor and publisher, W. S. Beels, has made a splendid success in the journalistic field of the college

town.

THE MANCHESTER PRESS

The Manchester Press, the oldest paper in the county, in point of continuous publication, was established in June, 1871, by the late H. L. Rann, father of the present publisher. Mr. Rann got the paper well on its feet and in 1874 sold it to the late C. Sanborn, going to St. Louis to engage in the job printing business. Finding the St. Louis enterprise of doubtful value, Mr. Rann returned to Manchester after an absence of two years and bought out Mr. Sanborn. He continued the publication of The Press until his death in May, 1897, when the paper came under the management of his son.

The Press was started as an eight-column paper of four pages and later increased to eight pages, four of which consisted of what was known as the Kellogg "patent insides" service, later taken over and developed by the Western Newspaper Union. As time went on, the demands of the business made necessary reduction of the ready-print pages to two, and in June, 1914, the

paper was converted into a twelve-page edition of six columns to the page, printed entirely at home.

The Press has always endeavored to keep fully abreast of the times with respect to the modernity of its equipment. It boasted the first power press in the county, the first type-setting machine (the Simplex), and the first linotype (the Junior). In January, 1913, the paper moved into a handsome new home on the corner of Main and Madison streets, a brick building designed with especial reference to its needs and equipped with every convenience and utility. The plant now consists of a Model 8 linotype, a Cottrell drum cylinder, two jobbers, Omaha folder, power cutter, and other equipment in keeping with modern ideas. The machinery is operated by individual motors, and the building has its own steam plant.

With a view to further modernizing the business The Press is one of the few weekly newspapers of the state maintaining a thorough and accurate cost system and a cash-in-advance system of subscription settlements. There is not a delinquent subscriber on its list, which is well toward the three thousand mark. The Press has educated or employed nearly all of the pioneer printers of the county, such as Frank B. Gregg, "Joe" Thompson, "Lute" Fisk, "Wood" Jewell, Edward Andrews, and others. For a time, in its earliest days, it was published in quarters on the third floor of what is now the Globe Hotel, later removed to offices over the A. C. Philipp pharmacy, then to the first floor and basement of the Thorpe Building on the corner of Main and Madison, from which location it was definitely removed to its present home.

The Press has always been a staunch and uncompromising republican newspaper, and particularly under the management of the late H. L. Rann, its founder, established a high standing for the clarity and strength of its editorial page. It has sought to serve its people faithfully and well, to what effect can best be judged by those who have so long given it their support and confidence.

THE MANCHESTER DEMOCRAT

The Manchester Democrat was established and its first number was issued January 13, 1875, by F. B. Gregg, proprietor and publisher. L. L. Ayres was editor. Politically the paper was democratic and has so remained ever since. After a few months Mr. Gregg retired and the paper passed into the hands of the Democrat Publishing Company, a corporation, of which the late Nixon. Denton was president, and E. M. Carr, secretary. This company continued the publication of the paper until the 3d day of July, 1878. L. L. Ayres continued as editor until the 17th of April, 1878, from which date until the 3d of the following July it was edited and published by the Democrat Publishing Company. The late Charles E. Bronson and E. M. Carr became sole owners of the newspaper and dissolved the corporation, and the firm of Bronson & Carr commenced the publication of the Manchester Democrat on July 10, 1878, and continued to publish and edit the paper until March 22, 1905, when the partnership was enlarged by Hubert Carr and Henry Bronson becoming members of the firm, and thereafter and until the death of the senior member, which took place on the 18th day of November, 1908, the newspaper was published and edited by the firm of Bronson, Carr & Sons.

After Mr. Bronson's death the newspaper was published and edited by the firm of Carr, Bronson & Carr, a copartnership consisting of E. M. Carr, Henry Bronson and Hubert Carr, until the 24th day of October, 1912, when Henry Bronson sold his interest in the paper to Wade E. Long and Fred W. Herman, and since that date the newspaper has been published and edited by the firm of Carr, Carr, Long & Herman, a copartnership consisting of E. M. Carr, Hubert Carr, Wade E. Long and Fred W. Herman.

The publishers of the Democrat during all the years of its existence have strived to make it a clean, reliable newspaper; à paper that would not contain anything that could not with propriety be read in any company; a paper that would not contain anything that any man would not be willing for his wife and children to read. The paper has at all times enjoyed a good patronage and it has been a financial success. It is now one of the best country newspapers in the state.

DELHI PRODUCES AN IMMORTAL

With her many ups and downs, Delhi, first seat of justice of Delaware County, still glories in that intangible treasure, Fame. Lost to her is the erstwhile proud eminence as a county seat and no longer remains to her the prized privilege of entertaining judges, lawyers and disputatious litigants. Her capitol building remains standing, silent and alone, in its beautiful park; but its walls echo no longer forensic speech of jurist or counsellor. The days for all such have passed away and now the historic pile is headquarters for a fast dwindling remnant of the Union's defenders in the Civil war. But, Delhi is proud of her past and still retains an illustrious position in history, for in her younger days a poet was given to the place, whose one sweet song preserved, will live down into the ages. The writer of the poem which follows, the late J. L. McCreery, was a resident of Delhi from 1861 to 1865 and edited the Journal during that period of time. He then went to Dubuque and attached himself to the Times of that city. McCreery was a man of more than ordinary accomplishments and was rather versatile in natural abilities. The poem, "There Is No Death," was written while he was doing newspaper work in Delhi in an humble way. It received instant attention and was generously copied by publications in this country and in Europe. The authorship was given to many, among whom was the great classic, Lord Lytton of England. It might be here stated, by way of parenthesis, that Mr. McCreery was also superintendent of schools when he gave to the world the beautiful words preserved in the lines below. He is the author, and the compiler of this history only renders him due credit by preserving the poem for future generations in this volume:

THERE IS NO DEATH

There is no death! the stars go down
To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine for evermore.

There is no death! the forest leaves
Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed

The hungry moss they bear.

There is no death! the dust we tread

Shall change, beneath the summer showers, To golden grain, or mellow fruit,

Or rainbow tinted flowers.

There is no death! the leaves may fall,
The flowers may fade and pass away-
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm, sweet breath of May.

There is no death! the choicest gifts
That heaven hath kindly lent to earth

Are ever first to seek again

The country of their birth.

And all things that for growth or joy
Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,

Are safely garnered there.

Though life become a dreary waste,
We know its fairest, sweetest flowers,
Transplanted into paradise,

Adorn immortal bowers.

There is no death! although we grieve
When beautiful familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms.

Although with bowed and breaking heart,
With sable garb and silent tread,
We bear their senseless dust to rest,
And say that they are "dead."

They are not dead! they have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here

Into the new and larger life

Of that serener sphere.

They have but dropped their robe of clay

To put their shining raiment on;

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OLD HOME OF J. L. MCCREERY, IN WHICH HE WROTE THE NOTED POEM, THERE IS NO

DEATH."

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