CHARLEY REGAN
Another of the Grand Old Guard of Chippewa Falls, another of the men who helped in the making of this valley's history, has taken the Outward Track. Charley Regan is dead.
For some time this man, whom we all loved, had been failing in health from week to week, growing feebler from day to day. But that which we call the spirit flared up bravely through the shadows cast by illness and physical weakness, and his smile remained the rare and sunny Charley Regan smile that cheered his friends and disarmed the very few that essayed to be his enemies.
A busy life is ended here, and a man who was ever ready for the task at hand has gone to toil no more. But he has left behind him many fond memories and many friends that felt the magic of his handclasp while the years went trooping by. It is such a legacy that all should strive to leave, a legacy infinitely more splendid than all the gleaming millions which the rich have left for heirs to parcel out and squander.
Charley Regan loved his friends and his friends loved him. When a young man, he threw every atom of himself into both his work and his play. As he grew older he seemed to realize that our greatest earthly happiness comes after work well and eagerly done. A salesman of natural skill and great experience, he was known up and down the Chippewa Valley by thousands with whom he had business relations, and those who knew him never forgot him nor his genial smile. He played the game from first to last, and played it like a champion.
To the wife and children of such a man are left a million priceless memories.
To the countless friends of such a man is left the greatest and truest inspiration known to mortal minds -- the inspiration of calm and smiling courage.
For many weeks before the end this man who had been so much a part of Chippewa Falls and its development, this man whose face and name were so well known in the city he had loved, knew in his heart that the end of his earthly voyage was just around the bend, but the merry smile and the hearty handshake, the cheery greeting and the twinkling eyes remained unaltered through it all, and no physical weakness could subdue the unflinching spirit of him.
With the passing of such lives comes to us all the realization that Faith forever parries the cruel thrusts of Sorrow and that Hope and Happiness shine like twin stars above the gloomy vale of Death.
And it is the memory of such lives as that of Charley Regan which teaches us anew how truly we should value friendship and enthusiasm, two of The Master's greatest gifts to mankind.
W.F.K.
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