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Westport, Conn. May 22nd, 1938

He was never gayer or happier than on Saturday afternoon. Hadn't been so talkative for ever so long. 
He and Charlie Prendergast sat out doors chatting and laughing all the afternoon. Sunday morning he said he had not slept very well and had a headache. I said it would go away soon as he had breakfast, which it appeared to do. Eugenie and I went to do an errand in town and on our return, I was changing to heavy shoes as we were all going walking when Eugenie came to tell me to come down stairs as Willie was not feeling well. 
This was about 10-30. She phoned for the doctor at once. 
Willie was seated in a big chair breathing rather heavily, I loosened his collar and put ice water on his head, he was in a coma. Soon the color came back to his face but he did not wake. 
The doctor arrived in about one half hour. He said there had been a  cerebral hemorrhage. About noon he was carried up stairs. The doctor said he was failing rapidly. 
He died about 12-30 without having recovered consciousness or given any evidence of pain. His last words were, "I want to finish this newspaper article." He died as peacefully as he had lived.

(Edith Glackens)