Clarence Jack Funk, son of Ollie Steely Funk and John Funk was born on April 29th, 1892, and passed away on Saturday, October 28, 1961, at the Gothenburg, Nebraska.

At the age of ten, his mother passed away and he made his home with his grandmother in Pittsburg, Kansas, where he also attended school. A large part of his early life was also spent in the Maxwell community.

On June 21, 1941, Clarence Jack Funk and Gracie May Harry were united in marriage in the Methodist Church at Holdrege, Nebraska.

After he was married he moved to the Farnam community where he made his home until the time of his death. Jack had spent an active life until the last eight months. During his stay in the University Hospital at Omaha, While in Omaha he was baptized by the Reverand [sic.] William P. Albright on October 8th, becoming a member of the Church of the Brethren. For over six weeks he has been in the hospitals.

He was preceded in death by his parents, one sister, Elnore, and two step-brothers, Myrle and Charles.

He is survived by his wife, Gracie; two brothers, Lenard Funk of Wauhesha, Wisconsin, and Arthur Funk of Milwaukee, Wisconsin; one step-brother Hiram Knowles, Elsinore, California; and two sisters, Edna Kunz of Beloit, Wisconsin, and Virginia Simpson of Frazier Park, California.

He also leaves many other relatives and host of friends who knew him.

Funeral services were held Thursday, November 2, in the Church of the Nazarene, in Farnam at 2:00 p.m. Rev. Donald Green and Rev. David Vanvil officiating.

Mrs. Harold Lehman and Mr. Vern Todd sang accompanied by Mrs. Glades Stedman. Pallbearers were: Robert Stevens, Weaver Cole, Dean Anderson, Harold Lehman, Alvin Smallfoot and Ivan Brock.

Interment was in the Moorefield Cemetery.

McVay-Olsen Funeral Home was in charge of the arrangements.

GOING TO GOD

Passing beyond the shadow,
    Into a purer light,
Stepping behind the curtain
    Getting a clearer sight.
Laying aside a burden,
    This weary mortal Life.
Done with the worldb s trials,
    Done with its tears and toil,
Tired of all earthb s play things,
    Heartsick and ready to sleep,
Ready to bid friends farewell,
    Wondering why they weep.
Passing out of the shadows,
    Into eternal day.
Why do we call it dying—
    This sweet going away?

The Farnam Press 22(1). Thursday, November 9, 1961.