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Irving Ayers, who was taken to General Hospital in Madison a few weeks ago, died there Monday afternoon. The body was brought back to Neillsville Tuesday by Lowe's ambulance. It is planned to hold funeral services at Lowe's funeral home at 2 o'clock Thursday afternoon.

A more complete obituary May be published later.

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February 20, 1936

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Irve Ayers passed away at the state General Hospital at Madison, February 10, 1936. He entered the hospital Jan 18, about three weeks before his death, where his doctor sent him in hopes of getting the heart action stronger and that he would regain his usual good health quickly.

Irve was born to the late Emma Cook Ayers, and Frank Ayers, of Neillsville, Feb. 3, 1882 in the home he has lived in all his life, when he lived on the north side. He was united in marriage to Julia Carlson some 31 or 32 years ago. To this union two children were born. His wife passed away about 25 years ago.

Irve worked for several years as a section hand on the railroad, working this past fall near Altoona, until his health gave out and he was forced to return home. He worked with his father as stone mason on lots of the piers to bridges in the vicinity of Neillsville, also on the streets of Neillsville with his father as street commissioner.

The depression caused him lots of worry, as there seemed to be no work he could find. but now he is Asleep in Jesus, Blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep,

A calm and undisturbed repose

Undaunted by the last of foes.

He leaves to mourn his loss, two daughters, Mrs. Evelyn Tetrow, of Chicago; Mrs. Ruth Schuttie of Neillsville, also five grandchildren and one sister, Mrs. Frank Lynch of Wausau, two nieces and a host of other relatives and friends.

The funeral was held at the Lowe funeral home Thursday at two o'clock, Rev. White officiating. He preached such a beautiful and fitting sermon and the poem, "Good Night" that he read to us was grand and so true. He was laid to rest beside his wife and parents in the Neillsville cemetery.

He hath passed death's chilling billow,

And gone to rest

Jesus smoothed his dying pill,

O slumber blest.

When the morn of glory breaking

shall light the tomb

beautiful will be thy waking

in the fadeless bloom.

Where no wintry winds are blowing

No burial train -

Crowned with life's celestial glowing

We'll meet again.

- contributed.