Being interested in my errand, he said he would accompany me, and we flew on down.
Many, many former "mechanicals" of 1915 were in the red company
that dwelt in warmth.    In this very cemetery, found we mouldering stones of
- Old "Jack of All Trades," who had finally worn himself to death, telling
people how dreadfully busy he was!
On H. E. BARTH S modest stone was carved succinctly, under an exquisitely sculptured pipe: "BARTH, a man with his nose in everything." Guide Dons told me that, as do all who have a propensity for attending to everyone's business but their own, Mechanic Barth had lived to a ripe old age, but in the end, inquisitiveness was "the death of him!"
Five beautifully designed cards surmounted one pretentious tomb. On each card was one spot in bas relief  a heart, a club, a spade and two diamonds!     Below, there crumbled into ruin the lines:
"Snodgrass got In a poker game And held five aces  We add his name!"
But upon investigation we found that this tombstone had been rejected because the sculptor had gotten the name of Snodgrass on it instead of Craig, the Ag.
A huge pair of shoes next attracted my attention. Could it be? No? Yes? There in classic simplicity stood a pair of size 13's, with the beautiful eulogy below:
"Cooke, he died with his shoes on!"
By the side of J. E. BOLLING'S grave was the mound under which J. T. GELDER had peacefully slumbered until "called above." He, too, had been a "busy" man, and had worked himself to death, trying to make a semblance of an army out of a succession of hopeless K. S. U. battalions!
It grieved me greatly to see that MINOTT BROOKE'S death, described on his vault, had resulted from his trying to make peace between two combatants, one of whom gave him a "knock out" blow, which killed him, his constitution having previously been greatly weakened by his being everlasting and eternally called upon to give so much advice! And I recalled with a guilty start, that just before I had come down to earth, I had asked him,