PAUL FUNKHOUSER WINS GOLD STAR
Evansville Courier, November 20, 1918
Local Officer After Taking Part in Numerous Battles
Doesn't Live to See War's End
PARENTS ARE NOTIFIED
Young Man Was One of the Most Popular in City
and Won Lieutenancy in Short Order
Had Happy Faculty of Putting Experiences in
Writing and Kept Friends Here Informed
Another of Evansville's valiant sons has answered the call of his country and has given his life after brave fighting on the front-most line of battle. A telegram received last night by Mr. and Mrs. Albert W. Funkhouser, 920 Washington Avenue, stated that Paul Taylor Funkhouser had been officially reported as killed in action on Oct. 20.
Paul Funkhouser was one of Evansville's most popular young men and word of his death spread like wildfire last night among his old friends and numerous acquaintances. Since his arrival overseas, in April, Lieutenant Funkhouser has kept his family and friends well posted as to his whereabouts and his activities in the war. Many of his interesting letters have been published, along with those of his brother, Albert, who is also in France.
Lieut. Funkhouser was born Feb. 21, 1895, and was a pupil in the Evansville schools. In the Fall of 1915 he entered North western University. In 1916 he entered the law department of Indiana University at Bloomington, but in May 1917, left school to enter the officers' training school at Ft. Benjamin Harrison, from which he graduated with the commission of second lieu tenant on Aug. 17.
Sailed on March 30
He was sent at once into the Third Division with the 59th Infantry assigned to the Regular Army for training at Gettysburg. Shortly after this, he was transferred to the Seventh Machine Gun Battalion at Camp Greene, going later to New York, from which point he sailed on March 30, 1918. Lieut. Funkhouser landed overseas on April 13.
While in New York he was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Lynn McCurdy and Miss Margaret Burns, formerly of this city. It was by Mrs. McCurdy and Miss Burns that he was taken in a Ford roadster at 3 o'clock in the morning of a gray day to the boat on which he sailed, Mr. McCurdy himself being on duty and unable to see his old friend aboard ship.
Lieut. Funkhouser went at once into battle after his arrival in France, being a member of the First American Army unit at Chateau Thierry. One of young Funkhouser's letters tells vividly of the Battle of Chateau Thierry and the Second Battle of the Maine, in which he saw active service. Later he was sent to the Verdun sector and played a part in the reduction of the St. Mihiel salient.
His death occurred, in all likelihood, at the Battle of the Meuse, the last great battle of the war. A letter received by Mr. and Mrs. Funkhouser from Gen. March, chief of staff, told of the location of their son on this sector, and was dated Sept. 26. Besides a lieutenant, young Funkhouser was a liaison officer in the machine gun battalion, it being his duty to nest the big guns.
Last Letter Oct. 12
The last letter received by the parents of the boy was writ ten on Oct. 12, and was mailed Oct. 16. Only a few days ago an envelope containing a Red Cross Christmas label was received by the mother. The envelope was dated Oct. 24.
The parents and relatives of the local boy were prostrated with grief at the word of the death last night. Besides his father and mother, Lieut. Funkhouser is survived by a brother, Lieut. Albert C. Funkhouser, and a sister, Alta, a pupil at the Central High School; and a younger sister, Ruth, a pupil at Stanley Hall.
Lieut. Albert Funkhouser when last heard from was at the Champagne front. This letter was dated Oct. 19.
Just an hour before the telegram arrived, bringing its sad news, Albert W. Funkhouser, father of the dead boy, was presiding at a dinner given at the Scottish Rite Cathedral. In his talk to the men who were initiated yesterday evening he mentioned the epochs and events in a man's life which he remembers with greatest pride.
"In my life," he said, "I remember best my first red-topped boots, my first day at school, my first sweetheart and my marriage. Then the birth of my two sons, the day I joined the Masonic order, the time when my boys went into service for their Country. Proudest of all will be the day when those two boys of mine come marching home."
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