Last rites for Chris John Asmus familiarly known as "Shorty," were held Monday afternoon at Zion Lutheran church in Manning at 2 o'clock. The Rev. J.M. Ansorge officiated at the services.

Casket bearers were fellow workers and neighbors, Arthur Bock, Eddie Fischer, Merlin Struve, Jens Sonksen, George Fischer and Emil Feldman.
Interment was, in the Manning cemetery.

Mr. Asmus, who was 48 years old, suffered a stroke while attending business in Carroll, 2 weeks be fore his death. He was taken to St. Anthony's hospital in Carroll where death came at one o'clock Friday morning, February 20th, 1942.

Mr. Asmus was born December 22, 1893, at Marne, Iowa. He had lived in and near Manning for the past twenty-four years. After farming east of Manning for several years he moved into town, and secured employment as a salesman for the F. D. Ross Co. Ford garage. At the time of his death he was a salesman for the Manning Motor Company.

Surviving are his wife, who was Miss Dora Jurgens of Manning; one son, Roy, who is in the army; his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Asmus of Audubon; three brothers William, Audubon; Fred, Manning and Herman of Botna.

Mrs. Asmus and Roy were with Mr. Asmus at the time of his death.
Roy who received an, extended furlough, due to his father's critical condition, returned to Camp Dix, N.J. Tuesday.

Out of town relatives and friends attending the funeral were Mrs. Fred Kleve and son Arthur, Mr. and Mrs. Max Jurgens and family, Mr. and Mrs. Donald Asmus of Sibley, Iowa; Mr. and Mrs. H.W. Ross of Mountain Lake, Minn.; Mr. and Mrs. Otto Draeger, Mr. and Mrs. Rob Draeger and Mrs. Lois Draeger of Atlantic; Mr. and Mrs. Herman Beckman, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Beckman, Mr. and Mrs. F. Franks, Mr. Lew Beckman of Lake City; Mr and Mrs. Louis Jurgens and Marvin Jurgens of Audubon; Mr., and Mrs. August Jurgens of Gray.

I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead, he is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair.
It needs must be since he lingers there,
And you, O you, who the wildest yearn.
For the old time step, the glad return,
Think of him faring on a dear,
In the love of there as the love of here;
Think of him still as the same, I say:
He is not dead, he is just away.
James Whitcomb Riley.