Allen McKain Obituary

Updated: 31 August 2006

An Unusually Large Funeral, This Afternoon

Seldom has the death of a private citizen caused more universal regret throughout the whole city than that of Allen McKain, and seldom has the dead been followed to its last resting place by a more imposing cortege of citizens. The entire plant of D. M. Osborne & Co., was shut down, th(word missing) afternoon and crape streamers of mourning waved in the breeze from every entrance.At 2:30 o'clock this afternoon private services were held at the home of the deceased, for the family, conducted by Rev. William Searls, D. D., and Rev. William Hubbard, pastor of the First Presbyterian church. The services were simple, consisting of a brief prayer and the reading of an appropriate psalm.At 3 o'clock the concluding services were held at the First Presbyterian church. The large auditorium was completely filled with sorrowing friends, gathered to pay a last tribute of respect to the dead. Over six hundred employees of D. M. Osborne & Co., with whom the deceased had for so many years been numbered, occupied reserved seats in the body of the church.The services were vary (sp) simple. Rev. Mr. Hubbard offered prayer and read suitable passages of Scriptures, and a brief but feeling eulogy was delivered by Rev. Dr. Searls, a life long friend of the deceased. Mrs. C. M. Elliot sang two solos, "Nearer My God to Thee," the favorite hymn of Mr. McKain, and "Sometime We'll Understand." The latter was very appropriate and is appended:

Not now, but in the coming years.

It may be in the better land

We'll read the meaning of our tears,

And there, sometime, we'll understand.

Then trust in God through all thy days;

Fear not for He doth hold thy hand;

Though dark the way, still sing and praise;

Sometime, sometime, we'll understand.

We''ll catch the broken threads again,

And finish what we here began,

Heaven will the mysteries explain,

And then, ah then, we'll understand.

We'll know why clouds instead of sun

Were over many a cherished plan;

Why song has ceased when scarce begun;

'Tis there, sometime, we'll understand.

Why what we long for most of all,

Elludes so oft our eager hand,

Why hopes are crushed and castles fall,

Up there, sometime we'll understand.

God knows the way, He holds the key.

He guides me with unerring hand;

Sometime with tearless eyes we'll see;

(words missing) there, we'll understand.

The bearers were G. W. Allen, D. A. Smith, John Underwood, Charles Schellenger, D. J. Cuykendall of this city; Fred White of Scranton, Pa.; David Herbert of Philadelphia, Pa.
The floral tributes were handsome and elaborate, among them being: Gates Ajar, J. C. Stout, Dexter A. Smith, D. J. Cuykendall, W. B. Hislop, C. A. Smith, L. W. Stevens, J. E. Storke, Bernard Timmerman, Cyrenus Wheeler, jr., C.D. MacDougall, William Cosgrove, David Herbert, Thomas McCrea; shield, Machine Shop No. 1; broken wheel, Mower room; Rock of Ages, mill employees; A. O. U. W. crescent; triangle, Cayuga Lodge of K. of P.; broken wheel, superintendent and foreman of D. M. Osborne & Co.; massive harp, "at rest" on base, D. M. Osborne & Co.; pillow, "faithful," G. W. Allen; cross, George B. Parks; wreath, E. D. Metcalf; wreath, Mrs. D. M. Osborne and family; crescent, Dr. and Mrs. Searls and Mrs. E. A. Woodin; crescent, Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Kosters; crescent, H. B. Fay; wreath, W. H. Maynard, pillow, Mr. and Mrs. F. R. White; basket, Mr. and Mrs. T. Peterson and Charles Elger; basket, Mr. and Mrs. Broad.
The interment was in Fort Hill cemetery.