---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men's Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 22
number: 3
published: 1919-01
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: "Young Men's Mutual Improvement Associations, “Died in the Field,” *Improvement Era* 22, no. 3 (January 1919): 259–261."
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2203unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera2203unse
start_page: 259
end_page: 261
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  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-01)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2203unse
  publication_year: 1919
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1919, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
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# Died in the Field

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M

Elder    Walter    H.    Anderson

Elder    Taylor    Giles

Died  in  the  Field

Several  missionaries  laboring  in  different  fields  have  been

recently  made  victims  of  the  Spanish  influenza.

In  a  communication  from  Mary  Smith  Ellsworth  of  the

Northern  States  Mission,  the  Era  is  informed  of  the  death,  Octo-

ber 31,  1918,  of  Elder  Walter  H.  Anderson  who  was  born,  May

31,  1897,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  J.  Anderson  of  Pima,  Arizona.

He  was  stricken  with  the  Sanish  influenza  on  Monday,  and  pass-

ed away  on  Thursday  morning,  in  Milwaukee,  Wisconsin.  Be-

fore retiring  to  bed  that  night,  he  offered  the  evening  prayer.

Neither  he  nor  any  one  present  realized  that  the  end  was  so

near.  He  arrived  in  the  mission  field  June,  1918,  at  the  age  of

twenty  years,  and  during  the  time  he  labored,  he  rendered  excep-

tional service.  He  was  six  feet  two  inches  in  height  and  weighed

180  pounds.  He  was  the  only  and  a  promised  son  of  his  parents,

his  mother,  who  had  six  daughters  previously,  having  been

given  a  promise  by  a  patriarch  that  their  home  should  be

blessed  with  a  son;  Walter  was  that  son.  He  was  ordained  a

deacon  at  eleven  years  of  age,  and  at  fourteen,  a  teacher.  He

was  president  of  each  of  his  classes  at  High  School  and  was

exceptionally  brilliant  and  blessed.  His  sister  Nora  had  lab-

ored at  Milwaukee  for  the  past  seventeen  months,  and  was  at

the  bedside  of  her  brother  at  the  time  of  his  death.  She  has

taken  particular  interest  in  genealogical  work,  having  assisted

the  Saints  in  sending  955  names  to  the  Temple  since  last  June;

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260  IMPROVEMENT  ERA

and  during  her  entire  time  in  the  mission  field  sent  in  about

2,000  names.  Nora  and  Elder  Charles  E.  Standage,  of  Mesa,

Arizona,  accompanied  the  body  of  Walter  home  to  Pima,  where

funeral  services  were  held.

Elder  Taylor  Giles,  a  missionary  in  the  Minnesota  confer-

ence of  the  Northern  States  Mission,  for  the  past  nineteen

months,  died  of  influenza  at  the  hospital  in  St.  Paul,  November

4,  1918,  at  6:30  p.  m.  The  city  health  physician  and  a  private

doctor  attended  him.  He  was  born  January  21,  1898,  in  Heber

City,  Utah,  and  is  a  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  W.  Giles.  He

arrived  in  the  mission  March  17,  1917.  He  was  a  faithful  la-

borer, and  spent  all  his  time  in  the  Minnesota  conference.  His

body  was  sent  home  for  burial,  accompanied  by  his  missionary

companion,  Elder  Christensen.

Sister  Margery  Stevens,  of  Enoch,  Parowan  stake,  Iron  Co.,

Utah,  died  at  the  Mercy  hospital,  Denver,  Colorado,  Tuesday,

November  5,  1918,  of  pneumonia,  following  an  attack  of  influ-

enza. She  was  born  at  Orderville,  Kane  county,  Utah,  April  4,

1894,  and  left  for  the  Western  States  Mission,  April  27,  1917.

She  had  recently  been  transferred  from  Alamosa,  Colorado,  to

Denver,  and  before  leaving  for  Denver  had  been  unselfishly  as-

sisting others  who  were  sick.  She  is  the  first  lady  missionary  to  die

of  pneumonia,  as  far  as  we  are  aware.  Her  father  left  at  once

for  Denver,  and  was  to  take  the  body  home  for  burial.

Elder  John  Irving  Huskinson,  a  missionary  in  the  Southern

States,  died  of  influenza-pneumonia,  after  an  illness  of  fourteen

days,  December  16,  1918,  at  Dunham,  Letcher  county,  Kentucky,

according  to  a  wire  to  the  First  Presidency  from  President  C.  A.

Callis.  He  was  born  in  Salt  Lake  City,  Aug.  9,  1896,  and  was  the

son  of  John  W.  and  Mary  E.  Bush  Huskinson,  now  of  Sugar

City,  Idaho.    He  left  for  his  mission,  October  18,  1916.

Elder  Henry  Parkinson  Rogers  died  in  the  New  Zealand

mission,  November  17,  1918,  of  influenza-pneumonia,  according

to  word  sent  by  President  James  N.  Lambert  to  the  First

Presidency.  Owing  to  restrictions  of  the  shipping  board,  the

body  could  not  be  sent  home.

Up  to  November  19,  Elder  Rogers'  death  was  said  to  the  fifth

among  the  missionaries  from  the  disease,  and  the  first  outside

the  missionary  field  of  the  United  States.  Elder  Rogers  was

born  January  19,  1900,  at  Preston,  Idaho,  and  left  for  his  mis-

sion February  20,  1918.  He  was  the  son  of  Henry  T.  and

Esther  Parkinson  Rogers,  of  Logan,  Utah.

Some  years  ago  the  late  Benjamin  F.  Cummings  was  edi-

tor of  Liahona,  the  Elders'  Journal,  and  on  the  occasion  of  the

death  of  an  Elder  Hanson,  who  had  returned  as  far  as  Chicago

from  a  mission  in  Holland,  wrote  the  following  poem  as  a  con-

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eolation  to  his  parents.  The  death  of  the  two  elders  in  Chicago

called  to  the  mind  of  Sister  Ellsworth  this  poem,  who  sent  it

to  the  Era  believing  that  it  might  be  a  source  of  comfort  to

the  parents  of  those  who  have  lost  loved  ones  in  the  missionary

field.  We  take  pleasure  in  reproducing  it,  assuring  all  interested

of  our  deep  sympathy  for  parents  and  friends  of  the  departed,

at  the  same  time  believing  that  their  noble  mission  and  lives,

and  the  cause  for  which  they  labored,  are  in  themselves  deep

consolations  to  the  bereaved.  This  applies  not  only  to  loved

ones  who  have  passed  away  in  the  gospel  field,  but  also  to  the

many  who  have  sacrificed  their  lives  in  the  military  mission,

fighting  for  the  liberty  of  the  nations.

Died  in  the  Field

Hush,  brothers!    "With  uncovered  heads  bow  low;

Upon  a  bed  of  death  a  comrade  lies;

A  call  has  come  from  heaven,  and  he  must  go ;

An  angel  wants  to  bear  him  to  the  skies.

As  duty  bade,  we  prayed  to  the  Mcot  High

To  spare  his  life,  his  mission  to  fulfil,

But  he  has  been  appointed  in  the  field  to  die;

Such  is  our  heavenly  Father's  holy  will.

Bring  forth  the  royal  robes  of  shining  white;

For  he  an  angel's  raiment  now  should  wear;

Clothe  his  cold  form  with  their  soft  folds  so  bright,

And  gently  lay  it  on  the  waiting  bier.

Then  to  his  native  mountains  speed  the  clay,

Where  dwelt  a  soul  so  noble  and  so  brave;

There  to  await  the  resurrection  day,

Within  a  holy,  consecrated  grave.

A  father's  prayers  shall  sanctify  that  spot;

A  mother's  tears  like  jewels  there  shall  shine;

And  loved  ones  plant  there  a  forget-me-not

With  never-dying  blooms  upon  its  vine.

A  boy  in  years,  his  fair  young  life  he  gave

That  men  might  hear  the  gospel's  sound  and  live.

He  gave  his  life  that  others  he  might  save ;

What  more  than  this  could  any  martyr  give?

A  mission  field  far  wider  than  this  sphere,

Now  claims  this  hero's  true  and  faithful  zeal;

Vast  hosts  of  eager  souls  from  him  must  hear

That  testimony  which  his  death  did  seal.

Weep  if  ye  must,  fond  parents,  weep  and  mourn;

But  mingle  with  your  grief  a  holy  pride;

For  'tis  an  honor  greater  than  a  crown

To  have  a  son  die  as  your  son  has  died.

Death  broke  no  ties;  your  son  is  still  your  son;

And  soon  you'll  claim  him  in  the  courts  on  high,

To  share  with  him  the  glory  he  has  won—

And  then  you'll  know  why  he  was  called  to  die.

B.  F.  Cummmgs.
