In the elm-shaded town of McCook, Neb. (pop. 6,212), the telegraph office was swamped with wires, and the florists ran out of flowers before noon. The first citizen of McCook, an old radical named George W. Norris, was dead.
George Norris was 83 when he lay down for the last time in the front bedroom of the big, stucco house on Main Avenue. One morning last week he was stricken with a cerebral hemorrhage. For a day he was conscious of the August sun on the hackberry trees and lilac bushes which he had...
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