The Caddo Herald
October 21, 1910
Walter George Clower
George Clower, the beloved son of a proud father, who already had begun to plan the career of his only son, who had calculated well upon his education in order that the boy upon whom he doted might indeed be a peer among his fellows, the pride of a fond mother who expected so much in the future from the manly little fellow, the idol of devoted sisters, is dead.
George Clower, although only 15 years old, had the wisdom and thriftiness of a man of mature years. That is very seldom found in a lad of his age. Every man of today is interested in the young boys who will be the men upon whom the responsibilities of tomorrow will rest, and when a boy shows that he is capable of unusual things, that he is fair, kindhearted and a willing worker, then men watch that boy and your seldom ever hear an adverse criticism as to his future. Such a boy was George Clower.
Our attention was called to him a few years ago and we have observed him closely, we have been his friend and have talked to him upon numerous occasions, have told him or our predictions for his future. He was a bright boy, modest and retiring, yet showed even at his age the possession of those qualities that would have made him a leader among men. He always found genuine pleasure in doing little things to please mother and sisters.
In the race with other boys to get to the place of landing of the aeronaut who made the balloon ascension Saturday afternoon, George’s horse fell, and in the fall the young man sustained a fracture of the skull. He never regained consciousness; the end coming at 11:45 Saturday night. All is gone, all that we had hoped for from that young man whom we so admired and in whom we had become so deeply interested. Our heart is heavy and we are sad because we have lost one of our young friends, but what is the sorrow of a friend as compared to the grief of father, mother, and sisters of so noble a youth?
The remains were interred in Caddo cemetery late Sunday afternoon in the presence of a large gathering of sorrowing friends and acquaintances.
We would that our pen would write some word of cheer and comfort to those so sorely bereft.
In this we are reminded of the uncertainty of life and that we should always live so that when “thirty” is called, we may be prepared, that where he has gone we may go also.