From the Ipswich Tribune

February 23, 1928 edition

DEATH IN THE CITY

I saw a pathetic sight a few days ago. A hearse was followed by one small Ford in which sat a man driving and three small children, crying piteously.

Through the crowded streets, the small cortege wended its way. Cars of all descriptions whizzed by it, filled with laughing, happy, troubled or care warn men and women, and few of them even glimpsed the tragedy of the hearse and its followers.

A father and three small children going to bury the mother and going alone.

Such a thing could never happen in the country. There, no mat...