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JACKSON, JACOB H. (Sergt.)
Age 79
b. May 1841 - Norway
d. 2/29/1920 - Sawtelle, Los Angeles County, California

CO. I. 15th WISCONSIN INFANTRY &
CO. K. 23rd ILLINOIS INFANTRY

Los Angeles National Cemetery
Los Angeles, Los Angeles County, California
Find-a-Grave: Jacob Jackson
Plot: 40 A,16

J. H. Jackson Is Pleasantly Entertained by
Some of His Old Associates

J. H. Jackson, who is called the father of Lincoln post, G. A. R., of Butte, left for his home in Los Angeles yesterday after a visit among his old associates here, and having been pleasantly entertained by all of the veteran organizations in a quiet way. Members of Lincoln post, the Sons of Veterans and the Women’s Relief corps gather at Grand Army hall Monday night in Comrade Jackson’s honor. Mrs. Estella Worth, president of the corps, presided and arranged to have those who had taken part in the work of the early days act as officers. After Comrade Jackson had talked about the old days, short addresses were made by Ruth E. Burton on the organization of Lincoln camp, Comrade Makinson for the Grand Army, Clara O’Connor Daly, department secretary of the Women’s Relief corps; Peter Breen of the Sons of Veterans, and Malcolm Gillis. Others present were Clara Kirkendall Potter of Helena, Julia Jackson Baker, Al Hauswirth and G. S. Barnhart of the Sons of Veterans; Kathryn C. Sterling, past department president of the Women’s Relief corps; Marie Steinborn and Comrade Brinton.

Comrade Jackson was made very happy by the welcome that had been extended him on his brief visit to his old-time home and he went away with bright recollections of the Grand Army folks of Butte.

Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
12/11/1918

Pioneer of Montana
Buried in California

BUTTE, March 4.—The body of Jacob H. Jackson, one of the founders of Lincoln post, No 2, G. A. R., and member of the Montana Society of Pioneers, who died Tuesday, was buried today at the soldier’s home in California, according to word received in Butte today. Mr. Jackson who came to Montana with A. M. Holter, of Helena, was a native of Norway and served two enlistments in the United States army.

The Billings Gazette
Billings, Montana
3/5/1920

EARLY MONTANA SETTLER
DIES IN CALIFORNIA

Jacob H. Jackson, a native of Norway and a former well known resident of Butte, died at the Old Soldier’s home in California a few days ago, according to information received in Butte Thursday. Mr. Jackson was first custodian of the federal building in Butte, and was one of the founders of Lincoln Post No. 2 of the G. A. R., and was a member of the Montana Society of Pioneers. He came to Montana from his native land with A. M. Holter of Helena and served two enlistments in the United States army to learn the English language.

The Butte Miner
Butte, Montana
3/5/1920

JONES, JOHN CODMAN "FAT JACK"
Age 76
b. March 1844 - Bangor, Penobscot County, Maine, USA
d. 12/15/1920 - Los Angeles, Los Angeles County, California

CO. D. 13th MAINE INFANTRY&
CO. E. 9th MAINE INFANTRY

Angelus Rosedale Cemetery
Los Angeles, Los Angeles Co., CA
Find-a-Grave: John Codman Jones

Spouse
Mariah Finnegan Jones
1845 - 1915

‘FAT JACK,’ BUTTE’S CELEBRATED
JEHU DIES IN CALIFORNIA

One of Montana’s Most Eccentric Pioneer
Characters Dies in Clark Home

The Anaconda Standard,
Anaconda, Montana
12/17/2910

Butte, Dec. 17.—John Codman Jones known to thousands in Butte and Montana as “Fat Jack,” civil war veteran pioneer of the west and an outstanding character among the men who blazed the trail into Montana, Thursday morning joined ranks of his fast disappearing comrades. His death, at the age of 76 years, occurred at the Los Angeles home of W. A. Clark, Jr.

“Fat Jack”, because of failing health, left Butte nearly a year ago,. He spent some time in the Soldiers and Sailor’s home in California before he left that place to live at the home of Mr. Clark. The transfer from the home was agreed upon after it was learned that Jack objected to wearing the uniform cap provided for the veterans, instead of the silk plug hat which graced his head as long as the oldest Butte residents can remember.

Mr. Clark turned over two rooms in his home and a private automobile for the exclusive use of “Fat Jack.”

Civil War Service

Born at Bangor, Me., in 1844, of New England stock, he early in life left home and begun his career of adventure. Enlisting in the civil war as a drummer boy, while still in his teens, “Fat Jack” served until the war was ended. His first enlistment was in the Thirteenth Maine regiment, in which he served for three years. He was discharged at New Orleans, but immediately re-enlisted and served until he was wounded. After convalescing from his wounds he entered the army for the third time and remained with the colors until the war was over. He was discharged at Washington.

At Fort Benton

Returning to his home in Maine, he remained there until 1878 and then started West. The Black Hills first attracted him. Fort Benton was next on the list, and from that time on he visited several mining sections of Montana, finally selecting Butte as his home. He saw the mining camp of the 70s grow from a handful of prospectors to the greatest mining center in the world and the metropolis of the state.

Among the things that distinguished him from others was his inordinate love for a horse. Shortly after arrival here he quit the barber business in which he was engaged and began driving the first hack seen in Butte. Long after the automobile had supplanted the horse-drawn conveyance, Jack maintained his stable, and when he was finally compelled to part with his horses, he did so with the keenest regret.

His Great Fame

It was as the driver of Butte’s best known hack that Jack achieved his greatest fame. Never in history of the city did a personage visit Butte that he was not escorted from the depot to his hotel in the hack driven by “Fat Jack.” Presidents, princes and the leading celebrities of many nations, actors and actresses of national repute, together with thousands of loyal friends sought out Jack and his hack and completed their journey from depot to hotel. Presidents Roosevelt and Taft, William Jennings Bryan, Sarah Bernhardt, H. H Rogers and thousands of others sought him out. Roosevelt was a personal friend.

With the passing of the hack, Jack purchased an automobile which he operated until two years ago. The car was then sold and Jack began to haunt the hotel lobbies until he left for the coast.

The Great Falls Tribune
Great Falls, Montana
12/18/1920

“FAT JACK,” FAMOUS IN
BUTTE’S HISTORY, DIES

John Codman Jones, 76, a native of Bangor, Me., and a resident of Montana for more than 50 years, where he was familiarly known to thousands as “Fat Jack,” died Thursday morning at the home of W. A. Clark, Jr., in Los Angeles.

Jones was a veteran of the Civil war and a member of the Society of Montana Pioneers, and was the first cab driver in the city of Butte. He left here a year ago for the Old Soldiers’ home in California but when his health began to fail Mr. Clark had him brought to his home where every comfort was given him until death.

Few men in Montana were better known that “Fat Jack” and while practically everyone in Butte knew him by sight, thousands never had learned is correct name until it appeared in the Miner story of his departure for California last year.

Famous Character

During his residence in Butte, half of a century, Jones in his capacity as a hack driver, carried presidents of the United States, royal personages, and the most prominent men and women in all walks of life to and from railroad depots to local hotels, and his quaint appearance, which was set off by a long beard and a tall silk hat, made him famous through the entire country.

His natural appearance made him a favorite subject for many caricaturists, and the late Homer Davenport, one of the most famous artists in this line, drew many pictures of “Fat Jack” which were printed in newspapers all over the country.

It was said of Davenport, that when he met a person from Montana he would never ask from what city or town they came, but would immediately draw a picture of “Fat Jack” and then ask who it was. If the person knew the picture, Davenport would profess friendship without going further, but if the person did not know the picture, Davenport would act as though the person was a “tenderfoot” and not from Montana.

Many interesting and amusing stories of “Fat Jack’s,” adventures in gambling were recounted by his former associates yesterday when the news of his death arrived in Butte. He was always known to take a chance at any game that savored of giving him fair play, and no matter how often he would make up his mind to quit all games of chance, he invariably returned to take one more whirl.

At one time he conducted a barber shop in Deer Lodge, and as he had no barber helper nor porter, it devolved upon him to do all the work himself. One time, as the story goes, “Fat Jack” had about half finished shaving a man when the previous customer completed his toilet and handed him a $20 gold piece. Leaving the man in the chair with the lather on his face, and the finished customer, “Jack” remarked that he would go next door to get the change.

Grabbed Returns

The place next door was a gambling house and Jones threw the gold piece down in front of a faro dealer, intending to ask for change Just as he did so, the dealer drew a card from the deck and “Jack” won. Realizing that he was making money faster there than he could in the shop he continued to play, and completely forgot the men in the shop. After about two hours, the men ventured into the gambling house, and found Jack seated at the faro table where he had won several hundred dollars.

“Fat Jack” was exceedingly proud of is acquaintanceship with the late Theodore Roosevelt, and often told how he tried to scare him when he drove him to Columbia Gardens during a visit here. He enjoyed telling of driving William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, Bob Fitzsimmons, James J. Corbett, Jim Jeffries, Sarah Bernhardt, H. H Rogers and many other prominent persons to and from the Thornton hotel, where he had a stand for many years.

During his career in Butte, he had two serious accidents, but in each case he was held blameless. His horses ran away one time, running over and killing a man named Lund, and later when he drove a car, a woman ran directly in front of his machine, receiving injuries of which she died a few days later.

In 1886 he was married to Miss Maria Finnegan, a sister of the wife of Thomas W. Hickey, well known pioneer mining man, who resides with his daughter, Mrs. Edward Fitzpatrick, in Butte. There were no children and “Fat Jack” is survived by only nephews and nieces whose names and addresses follow: William T. Carey, San Francisco; Mrs. J. W. Bridge, Helmville, Mont.; Mrs. Edward Fitzpatrick, 1143 West Diamond street, Butte; Mrs. P. E. Lee, Spokane; Mrs. Harold Smith, Livingston; Bert Hickey, Butte; William Finnegan, San Francisco; Henry Wiggin of Bellingham, Wash., and Porter Wiggin, Stockton, Cal.

The Butte Miner
Butte, Montana
12/17/1920

The Anaconda Standard, Anaconda, Montana 12/17/1920

JONES, WESLEY W. (SGT.)
Age 47
b. 4/25/1841 - Rochester, Monroe County, New York
d. 4/11/1889 - Butte, Silver Bow County, Montana

CO. B. 15th ILLINOIS INFANTRY

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Silver Bow Co., MT
Find-a-Grave: Wesley W. Jones
Block A Lot 61 Grave 2

WESLEY W. JONES, son of Justice B. and Ruth B. Jones; born at Rochester, New York, April 25th, 1841. Place of departure for Montana, New York; route traveled across the plains; arrived at Virginia City, June 14th, 1864. Occupation, miner and clerk. Last address, Butte City.

Name:	Wesley W Jones
Rank:	Captain
Company:	B
Unit:	15th Illinois Infantry
Height:	5' 8
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Hazel
Complexion:	Dark
Marital status:	Single
Occupation:	Clerk
Birth Place:	Rochester, Monroe Co., NY
War:	Civil War
War Years:	1861-1865

Web: Illinois, Databases of
Illinois Veterans Index, 1775-1995

BROKE HIS NECK

Wesley W. Jones Dies in Five Minutes
From the Effects of a Fall

This morning, shortly before half-past four o’clock, Wesley W. Jones fell off a box in the Washington brewery, from a height of about four feet. There were several persons in the saloon at the time. Wesley screamed twice and probably never realized what hurt him. When several persons ran to him and turned him over he was still breathing, and in about five minutes he was pronounced quite dead.

THE CORONER’S JURY

Coroner Howard was notified at once and Dr. Gunn summoned to the saloon, but the unfortunate man was beyond human aid. The doctor, after a moment’s examination, pronounced that Mr. Jones’ neck had been broken by the fall. The remains were removed to Sherman’s undertaking rooms and Dr. Howard summoned a coroner’s jury consisting of J. R. Bordeaux, E.G. Engman, Hugh Backus, Henry Leland, L. T. Nichols and H. M. Patterson. They examined as witnesses Ed Carroll, Charles Anderson, Ed James, Peter Hanson, Dr. Gunn, Chas. Berg and W. H. Charmichael. The principal testimony was that of Peter Hanson. He is barkeeper at the Washington brewery. He testified that Mr. Jones came into the saloon at about 2 o’clock. Sometime after he noticed that the deceased had lain down on a box in the corner of the saloon.

AND WAS ASLEEP

He thought Jones was intoxicated. At twenty minutes past four he saw him fall off the box, which was about for feet high. He screamed out in pain, but did not move. When turned over on his back he shortly expired without having said a word. The other witnesses testified to the effect that they had seen deceased in the afternoon and evening and that he was under the influence of liquor. After listening to the testimony the jury returned a verdict of accidental death, in accordance with the facts as above narrated. The body was taken in charge by members of the Grand Army post, who set his funeral for 2 o’clock tomorrow afternoon.

ABOUT HIS LIFE

Wesley W. Jones was a man of 47 years of age, and came of an excellent family, his father being president of an Ohio college. Wesley was raised about Boone county, Illinois, and enlisted in the Fifteenth Illinois regiment at the outbreak of the civil war. He afterwards became captain of company D of this regiment and in 1863 resigned that position and came to Montana. He engaged in the merchandise business at Reynolds City in the Elk Creek district. Subsequently he was elected sheriff of Deer Lodge county and served in that capacity from 1869 to 1873. He made an efficient and popular officer.

Wesley Jones had but one enemy and that was red liquor. He could not control his appetite for strong drink and though he could sometimes brace up for quite an extended period he could never thoroughly reform. He had friends without number in this city, many of whom were ready to lend him a helping hand at all times and he never lacked for employment while he was in a condition to work. He was courteous and obliging, and never loud and boisterous even when in his cups. He had been drinking again quite heavily during the past few days, and his death came while he was in the stupor resulting from it. But many a one in Butte will stop to shed a tear over “Wes,” as he was familiarly called. His failing is easy to be overlooked, and he has left no one who can say that he ever did him an injury.

The Butte Daily Post
Butte, Montana
4/11/1889

PHILLIP A. JULLIEN
Age 54
b. May 1846- District of Columbia, USA
d. 9/24/1900 - Butte, Silver Bow County, Montana

9 Nov 1865
Washington, District of Columbia, USA

Philip Jullien enlisted in the Army of the Potomac which was the primary field army of the Union Army in the Eastern Theater of the American Civil War.

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Silver Bow Co., MT
Find-a-Grave: Phillip A. Jullien
Block H Lot 81 Grave 5

Parents
William Augustine Jullien and
Catherine Callahan Jullien.

Spouses

1. Marian V. Beverage (1869-?)
Md. 5/18/1882 in Denver, Colorado

2. Alice Jane (Adams) Rose
(b. 1854 in Maine, d. 4/12/1903 in Butte, Montana
Md 3/25/1891 in Butte, Montana

Julian – Rose

By the Standard’s Special Wire

BUTTE, March 15—A pleasant affair in Butte today was the marriage of Phil A. Julian, editor of the Mining Journal, and Miss Alice Rose of Montana street. The wedding was a quiet affair, only a few particular friends being invited. The ceremony was performed by Judge Muldoon, who has a great reputation for his efficiency in tieing nuptial knots. Mr. and Mrs. Jilian will receive the warmest congratulations and the best wishes of Mr. Julian’s warm friends among the newspaper fraternity in the M.A. society and all over the city.

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
Monday, March 16, 1891

AN OLD-TIMER DIES

Phil A. Julian, One of the Best Known Old-Time Newspaper Men in the Country, Dies at Butte, Mont.

Butte, Mont., Sept. 25—Phil A. Julian, coroner of Silver Bow county and one of the best known of the old-time newspaper men in the county, died suddenly Monday morning of heart disease. He was a native of Washington, D.C., and 56 years of age. He worked on the Washington Republican in the early days of that paper and on other papers at the capital. He had been on newspapers in Montana for about 15 years.

Green Bay Press-Gazette
Green Bay, Wisconsin
Tuesday Sept. 25, 1900

The Ogle Count Press
Polo, Illinois
Saturday - September 29, 1900 Page 10

Victim of Heart Disease

Green Bay Press-Gazette
Green Bay, Wisconsin
Tuesday Sept. 25, 1900 Page 1

AN OLD-TIMER DIES.

Phil A. Julian, One of the Best Known Old-Time Newspaper Men in the Country, Dies at Butte, Mont.

Butte, Mont., Sept. 25.--Phil A. Julian, coroner of Silver Bow county and one of the best known of the old-time newspaper men of the county, died suddenly Monday morning of heart disease. He was a native of Washington, D.C., and 56 years of age. He worked on the Washington Republican in the early days of that paper and on other papers at the capital. He had been on newspapers in Montana for about 15 years.

PHIL JULLIEN PASSED AWAY

Silver Bow County’s Coroner and
old-time Journalist died this Morning

SUFFERED LONG WITH AN INCURABLE HEART DISEASE

Served in the Army of the Potomac and
Was Connected With Many Papers

Phil Jullien is dead. The talented kind-hearted and lovable old journalist breathed his last a little after 7 o’clock this morning. The hand of death bore upon him in compassion and the end was calm and peaceful. The body was soon after removed from the residence No. 112 West Granite street, to Sherman’s, where it lies in a casket exposed to the multitude who will look upon one of Butte’s best known citizens for the last time: not without a sigh, perhaps a tear, when recollections of Phil Jullien’s goodness of heart recall the story of the Samaritan in the holy writ.

Phil Jullien is dead. The talented, kind-hearted and lovable old journalist breathed his last a little after 7 o'clock this morning. The hand of death bore upon him in compassion, and the end was calm and peaceful. The body was soon after removed from the residence, No. 112 West Granite Street, to Sherman's, where it lies in a casket exposed to the multitude who will look upon one of Butte's best-known citizens for the last time; not without a sigh, perhaps a tear, when recollections of Phil Jullien's goodness of heart recall the story of the Samaritan in holy writ.

Phil A. Jullien for years had been troubled with heart disease, and for the past six months the dreadful malady has often prostrated him, so that he was obliged to abandon his reportorial desk on The Miner and confine himself to the duties of coroner. Saturday his friends noticed something in his face that presaged the end of life, and they advised him to keep close to home. Although complaining that he felt wretched, nevertheless the coroner held an inquest that night on the cause of death of Melville Wines, and at its conclusion remained up town at one or two of his familiar resorts until a late hour. When Jullien retired that night, he never rose from his bed, although on Sunday, propped upon a pillow, he gave some instructions to the son of Lindsay, the man found dead in his cabin on Mercury Street Saturday, concerning the disposition of the property found in the place.

About 7 in the evening of Sunday, Harry Earns, barkeeper of the Mint, together with a friend, called at the residence on West Granite, and finding him asleep and apparently resting quietly took their leave without disturbing him. Along about 4 o'clock Mrs. Jullien, who remained at his bedside constantly became alarmed, and going upstairs awakened W. Schier, a stenographer who roomed in the house. Mr. Schier hastened to the residence of Dr. McIntyre, a few doors west. Dr. McIntyre gave the patient a hermedetical injection of strychnine and left word to call him should any change occur. The change came three hours later. Again, Schier summoned the doctor. In five minutes after his arrival, Phil Jullien expired. Dr. McIntyre, when seen at noon by an Inter Mountain reporter, said that Jullien's heart, was all in pieces, and the wonder is that he survived the malady so long.

Ed. Holden, who is perhaps the oldest attaché of The Miner in an editorial capacity, gave the reporter what few facts were in his possession regarding the early life of the old Journalist. Phil A. Jullien was born in Washington, D.C. about 54 or 55 years ago. He was educated at the Catholic college at Georgetown, at that time the highest seat of learning of that faith in the country. Towards the close of the civil war, he enlisted in one of the two District of Columbia regiments and saw service in the Army of the Potomac. Here he got acquainted with General Thomas Francis Meagher, who was afterwards territorial governor of Montana. Returning to his native city at the close of the war, Jullien began his journalistic career. He afterwards went to Philadelphia and was associated with two of the newspapers of that great city. Subsequently he became a descriptive writer of railroads and made a flying trip to the Pacific coast in that capacity for the Northern Pacific. Before coming to Butte Jullien was employed on the Denver newspapers. The year he came to Butte could not be ascertained, but it is so long ago as to place him among the honored roll of old-timers.

Jailer Boyle says Jullien was in his army corps, the Ninth, under command of General Burnsides, and was attached to the staff of some brigadier general in a clerical capacity in that corps "Many times," says Boyle, "we talked of Appomattox and Spottsylvania and Five Forks and other battlefields in Virginia." Mr. Adrian Jones, foreman of the Miner, remembers Phil Jullien when the latter was a reporter on the Washington Republican, and Jones was a Mercury "printer's devil." Those were the days when "Boss Shepard" saw his halcyon days. Shepard's brother was city editor of The Republican and W. J. Murtaugh was editor in chief. Already Phil Julien had become well known and his talents were appreciated by the literary men in the capitol, including such men as Ben Perley Poole.

In Montana Jullien was associated with various newspapers, principally The Miner. His connection with this paper, leaving out different periods at Great Falls and with other publications in Butte, spans fourteen years. He was associate editor of The Mining Journal when its editor, W.J. Penrose, was assassinated.

Phil Jullien was a painstaking writer, and although his journalistic career embraced newspapers of every political complexion, he never lost caste with erstwhile political friends or turned one of them into an enemy. Nothing offensive appeared in anything he ever wrote. A kind and gentle man himself, he dealt leniently with the erring.

No better coroner occupied that position in Silver Bow County. Attorneys summoned at times at inquests bear out the statement that Jullien had one of those judicial minds which would admirably fit him for the bench. No man in Butte had less enemies or more friends than Phil A. Jullien. Truly Fitz Green Halleck had such a character in mind when he wrote:

"Green be the sod above thy head,

Friend of my youthful days.

None knew thee but to love thee.

None named thee but to praise."

Phil Jullien leaves a widow, but no children. He has a stepson, Harry Rose, a pressman and job printer. The deceased was a member of the Maccabees and carried a life Insurance of $2,000, which he signed over to his wife. The Press Association will meet this evening and present a memorial and proper resolutions, and perhaps make all arrangements for the funeral.

Said Thomas F. Courtney, today:

“Phil Jullien, Ah! He is dead. I am sorry to hear it. My memory of Phil runs back many years. At all times under all circumstances during all those years, I ever found him a gentleman. As a newspaper man he was always fair and gentlemanly. His fine sense of honor secured for him a hearing among his political friends, and opponents alike. None mistrusted him. He did not spend his time in looking for the mental and moral defects of his acquaintances but if comparison be made it was favorably of those qualities that appealed most favorably to the public. In short, he was a fine fellow, a good soul and may eternal peace and happiness be his everlasting possession”.

The Daily Intermountain
Butte, Montana
Monday, September 24, 1900

LET HIM SLEEP IN PEACE

Phil Jullien Laid at Rest in Mount Moriah

THE TRIBUTES OF FRIENDS

Hundreds of People Follow the Remains to the Grave—Beautiful Floral Offerings in Profusion—Impressive Services Pronounced

All that is mortal of Phil A. Jullien was yesterday laid at rest in a dark, cold grave in Mount Moriah cemetery. The services and ceremonies in connection with the funeral were of a most beautiful and impressive nature and those of his friends who followed the body to the grave were numbered by hundreds.

The funeral took place at 2 o’clock. Rev. S. C. Blackiston of St. John’s Episcopal church conducted services at the residence, No. 148 West Granite street, and also at the grave. The order of the Knights of the Maccabees had charge of the arrangements for the burial and the members attended in large numbers. At the grave the beautiful service of the Maccabees was also read.

Long before the hour set for the funeral, Granite street for blocks was lined with carriages awaiting their turn to take the places assigned to them in the procession. Scores of newspaper men and women—they who had know Phil Jullien as he was, who had for years been associated with him in newspaper work—passed through the room where stood the casket, and, pausing a moment beside the beloved form, now cold in death, turned away with a deep sigh of heartfelt sorrow, and many a strong man permitted tears to flow from his eyes—an outward indication of the feeling that was in his heart. In death Phil Jullien looked as he had in life. Calm and peaceful were his features, and by no sign could it be told that he was dead. Rather, indeed, to those who paid this last silent tribute beside that casket, it seemed that their friend and companion lay only in a deep sleep.

The body was incased in a massive and handsome velvet-covered casket, simple in its lines, devoid of offensive ornamentation, yet withal presenting a beautiful and restful appearance. The upper portion of the casket’s covering was withdrawn in order that, through the glass, his friends might look for the last time upon the face of Phil A. Jullien.

Banked about the coffin and resting upon stands near by were the floral offerings, the tributes of friends who took this means of expressing for the last time the love and friendship which they bore him. The newspaper men of Butte sent a beautiful piece, a basket containing 288 red and white roses. The Knights of the Maccabees presented a handsome piece and there were scores of crescents, wreaths, pillows and other designs sent by friends.

Leaving the residence, the cortege proceeded southward on Montana street to the cemetery. Rev. Mr. Blackiston pronounced the burial service of the Episcopal church and he was followed by the officers of the Maccabees. The ceremonies at the grave concluded, the hundreds of people present turned away with tear-bedimmed eyes and sorrow in their hearts. Thus was Phil A. Jullien, one of nature’s, most noble, true and loyal men, consigned to that sleep which knows no awakening. And while Phil Jullien no longer lives in the flesh his loving memory will ever remain fresh in the minds and the hearts of those who knew him in life, even so long as life to themselves shall be vouchsafed.

The pall bearers who yesterday attended were lifelong friends and associates of the dead man. They were Ed Holden and H. C. Sultzer of the Miner, Frank Trainor of the Inter Mountain, Charles Copenharve of the Standard and W. R. McDonald and F. X. Giard of the order of the Knights of the Maccabees.

The following resolutions were adopted by the newspaper fraternity in connection with Mr. Jullien’s death:

“Whereas, an inscrutable Providence has ended the earthly joys and sorrows of our beloved friend and brother, Philip A. Jullien, be it

“Resolved, That deceased was a worthy and honored member of the Butte Press club; that we recognize and record, with affectionate pride, the simple virtues of his character and regard his untimely end, peaceful and beautiful though it was, as a personal bereavement.

“Resolved, That in professional life Phil Jullien was the peer of any journalist in the state, being a graceful and forcible writer, a close student of men and things, a commentator fair alike to friend and foe, and that he possessed in an eminent degree those qualities of heart and conscience without which regardless of mental equipment, no newspaper writer is entitled to rank as a genuine newspaper man.

Deceased’s most notable traits were his unfailing kindness and courtesy, his courage and consistency his fairness of judgment, originality and accuracy, his desire to be right before going ahead, his sense of humor, his upright and unselfish devotion to the interests of his employers, whether rich or poor, and his undeviating loyalty to his brothers of the guild.

“Phil Jullien was ever too generous to accumulate money and had a contempt for wealth except for the good it might accomplish. Yet he left what is better than a fortune—the record of a gentleman. He was a simple, unpretentious, gentle life, without particular ambition beyond the performance of his plain duty. He harbored no revenges and sympathized with those whose lives were embittered by the strife of business or politics. He was a born Bohemian and experience had made him a philosopher. His religion was to do good; his pleasure was the companionship of friends. He made the world better for having lived, and now that he has gone his influence and example will be the Press club’s proudest recollection.

“Resolved, that these resolutions be spread upon the records of the club and a copy of them be furnished to his relatives and to the press.”

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
September 27, 1900