Mary Ellen Bradshaw and William Philip Coast
WILLIAM PHILIP COAST, son of NANCY REGAN and CRAFT COAST, was born March 5, 1841 in Youngstown, Mahoning, Ohio,3680 and died March 21, 1915 in Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.3196 He is buried in Oakland Cemetery, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.398, 3195, 456
He married MARY ELLEN BRADSHAW on October 24, 1864 in Johnson County, Iowa,428 daughter of ELEANOR BEATY and JAMES P. BRADSHAW. She was born in May, 1842 in Indiana,456 and died December 14, 1914 in Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.3193, 6325 She is buried in Oakland Cemetery, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.398, 766, 456
Children of MARY ELLEN BRADSHAW and WILLIAM PHILIP COAST:
- PRESTON CRAFT COAST, b. April 11, 1870, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa;83, 1853, 3680, 6325 m. GRACE EDITH MCGEE on September 19, 1894 in Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa408, 1853; d. January 12, 1937, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.1733, 6325
- WILLIAM OSCAR COAST, b. August 5, 1880, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa;83, 8, 1884, 6325 m. MAUD CLEAVELAND KINGSBURY on October 24, 1904 in Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa401, 1853; d. February 28, 1937, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa.1735, 6325
William
Personal Information
- Mary Ellen Bradshaw and William Philip Coast were members of the First Presbyterian Church, Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa. 2129
Marriage Announcements and News
Iowa City Daily Press, October 31, 1914390
1864-1914 are Memorable Dates
The keeping of days and seasons when memory .. .the harvest of the years, ... meaning and interest as the years go by. Now and then the shadow on the ?? should tarry a moment and Time, for hope's sake, must be as if it were now in order that the priceless values may be discovered in the beauty which love has created and which faith reveals. Very quietly, so quietly, indeed, that many of their friends knew nothing of the happy event. Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Coast celebrated their golden wedding anniversary last Saturday, October 24, 1914. It was fifty years ago at the home of the bride, Miss Mary Ellen Bradshaw, 127 East Market Street, that the wedding took place. For two years, Mr. and Mrs. Coast lived in the old home, ?? North Clinton street, later they moved to 114 East Fairchld street, where they lived until about twenty years ago, when the house which is their present home was built. Flowers, telegrams, gifts and friends came to bring congratulations and good wishes. On Sunday the family celebration was held, a golden wedding dinner given at the home. The dining room was decorated in gold and white. The color scheme and devices combining the letters B and C and 1864-1914 were designed by Mr. Oscar R. Coast. Those present at the dinner were Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Coast, the bride and groom of fifty years; Mr. and Mrs. Oscar R. Coast of New York, Mr. and Mrs. Preston C. Coast, Miss Marjorie E. Coast, Miss Alice B. Coast, Mr. and Mrs. William O. Coast, Miss Louise C. Coast and Miss Mary Ellen Coast. For half a century Mr. and Mrs. Coast have been very prominent in all the affairs of the city, in city life, in the business world, in civic affairs and in the church. The hope is that these fifty golden years shall be the promise of many other golden ones to come.
Newspaper Articles
Iowa City Daily Citizen, October 13, 1892
Mesdames C.L. Mozier and W.P. Coast left yesterday for Knightstown, Ind. where they will attend a wedding.
Iowa City Daily Press, February 9, 19063194
SIRE AND SONS JOIN HANDS NOW
THREE MEMBERS OF COAST FAMILY UNITE.
Well-Known Clothing House Sees Change in Firm Name—"Coast & Sons" is New Title.
Iowa City and Johnson county patrons of the Coast clothing house—and their name is Legion—will be interested in the change of the firm name that became effective Feb. 1, but which was publicly announced today for the first time.
Coast & Son will hereafter be Coast & Sons.
In other words, Will O. Coast has allied himself in the partnership with his father, W. P. Coast, and his brother, Preston C. Coast.
Thus the popular trio old and young merchants, will be united hereafter in a firm, as they have been long united in a common endeavor to make successful a business venture with which the family name has been identified for nearly two decades.
The history of the big store is not without interest on this occasion.
Nearly Two Decades.
W. P. Coast, president of the Carnegie library board, founded the business, in reality, when he purchased a stock from Cushman & Talbott, on their retirement, in November, 1890. It was a furnishing goods house then. Preston C. Coast at once associated himself with his father, and, of course mastered the business long ago. In after years. W. O. Coast also entered the store, and he, too, is now fully in touch with all phases of the business, with which he and Preston have grown up.
In April 1891, the firm name changed from W. P. Coast to Coast & Easley, James H. Easley, now of Waterloo, entering the co-partnership. Nearly 8 years later, on Feb. 1. 1899, Mr. Easley retired, and the firm name became Coast & Son, Preston Coast's well-served apprenticeship blossoming into a full-fledged merchant's position in the business world of Iowa City, just as Will Coast's apprenticeship is now crowned by his entrance into the firm. Of course, the business has grown tremendously, as these years have flitted by.
The clerical staff remains the same as prior to this latest change, and the "pioneers" of that department are John Lechky, the merchant tailor, who joined the house in April 1891, T. J. Kelm, who entered in July, 1891, and John Eppel who came in in the fall of '91.
With father and son standing second to none in Iowa City, as tried and true business men, and with a strong clerical force, the Press sees nothing but continued and ever-increasing success ahead of Coast & Sons, to whom all their many friends may drink a health today.
Iowa City Citizen, May 4, 19093197
Some Big New Ones
Another big machine and the highest in horse power of any in the county is that owned by W. P. Coast. This is a forty-five horse power seven passenger Rambler which has an established record of sixty-five miles an hour. W. O. Coast is rapidly taking on the accomplishments of a chauffeur and has already made some very good drives with the big, quiet running machine.
Iowa City Citizen, May 19, 19112129
SEVENTY YEARS OF WOMAN'S WORK
PAPER BY MRS. W. P. COAST READ AT PRESBYTERIAN ANNIVERSARY
The following historical sketch of the work of the women of the First Presbyterian church of Iowa City in the past seventy years was written by Mrs. W. P. Coast and ready by Prof. W. A. Willis at the seventieth anniversary services last Sunday evening. Mrs. Coast has for many years been an active and influential member of the church and one of the most prominent of the many loyal women, the history of whose efforts she has here set down. Twenty years ago, at the celebration of the semi-centennial of the church Mrs. Coast wrote and read the major part of this paper. This year she has added to it to cover the last twenty years and bring it down to date. It is a record of loyalty and sacrifice, described in beautiful language and constitutes a fine tribute to the wives, mothers and daughters, without whose faith and efforts no church could prosper. Mrs. Coast says:
In the World's Morning
In the morning of the world we see man in the beautiful garden planted by the Lord God, eastward in Eden. He was on familiar terms with all animate creation, but he was lonely. To complete the life of this solitary man, God made his crowning work of creation, woman, for he saw that "it was not good for the man to be alone." To this man and woman jointly, he gave supremacy over the earth. One slight restriction was placed upon their otherwise absolute freedom. But they parlayed with the tempter and sin entered into that perfect world. Since that first tragedy, woman, whether a Delilah or a Deborah, a Mary or a Martha, a Priscilla, a Dorcas, or the modern woman, has played her part on the world's state. Many a mistake has been made, many a crime committed by her. But many have been her beneficent influences. The modest, retiring woman, with the wonderful reserve force and the courage of her convictions, is a tower of strength. To her no obstacle is insurmountable, if the goal be worth striving for.
The event that we are now privileged to celebrate is proof of the power of what a little band of such women, intelligent and with the versatility born of the exigencies of pioneer life, were capable of accomplishing. To a small number of just such women we are indebted for the occasion of this happy anniversary at this particular time. No doubt a church would have been organized in this place at some time. But had it not been for the earnest convictions of these few women and their consequent conception of organizing a Presbyterian church in Iowa City on that especial year of our Lord, had it not been for their persevering efforts, their devotion in fostering the conception to fruition, our 70[SUP:]th[:SUP] year celebration might have been delayed. These women were living examples of the ideal of the Hebrew writer of the thirty-first chapter of Proverbs—mothers and homekeepers, helpmeets indeed, were they, whose work we review tonight and none the less heroines because their names do not appear in the temple of fame, are not sung by poet nor inscribed by historian. Unwritten they are not, for surely they are engraved in that book whose records are never lost.
Thirteen Women; One Man
We are looking backward tonight through the vista of 70 years, when thirteen women and one good brother—I feel like spelling him with a capital B—formed the entire membership of “The First Presbyterian Church of Iowa City.” Upon them all the responsibility of sustaining the church devolved. The heavier burdens, then as now, were borne by a few of the most faithful, even of this small band. In those early days the work must have been as arduous for those Marthas, for most of them were “cumbered with much serving” at home, besides the service of the sanctuary. The latter did not then, any more than at present, consist alone of joining in the prayers, listening to the earnest admonitions of the faithful pastor and singing the hymns to the good old timers of “Antioch,” “Dundee,” “Toplady,” “Old Hundred”—tunes and hymns made dear to us by association, as well as by their intrinsic value.
The tenor, first and second treble and bass, were led by Mr. Thos. Snyder, who with the indispensable tuning fork, “took the pitch,” the choir at that time consisting of Mesdames Murray, Hughes, Sanxay and Banbury, Miss Anne Snyder (afterwards Mrs. Samuel Hess), Messrs. Robert Hutchinson, B. P. Moore, J. Warren Holt, Edward Redhead and perhaps some others. Later bass viols and flutes superceded the tuning fork, but when a melodeon became one of their possessions, we may imagine the height of bliss attained by the choir, which we, of course, presume to have been an ambitious one. As one instrument succeeded another, so the singers changed. Although no deep-toned organ, responding to the will of a skilled organist, touched in the hearts of the worshipers a sympathetic chord, the music was a very real part of the worship and was given as a free-will offering to the Lord.
Modern luxury had not yet introduced into these “western wilds” the custom of carpeting church floors or upholstering church pews. Frescoed walls, art-glass and glass light were unheard of innovations upon the good old simplicity and frugality of the pioneer. No faithful sexton then swept the bare floors, or dusted the uncushioned seats, or brushed the cob webs from their conspicuous resting places upon the white walls. Our elder sisters were the housekeepers of the church, sweeping, dusting, sometimes even building the fires, always seeing that the tallow candles, made by themselves, were place in the candlesticks, that they might give light to all that were in this house—who came within the radius of the feeble flame. No doubt many a good brother-in-law of the church was soothed by the “dim religious light” to sweet repose and gentle meditation. Unbounded gratitude is due to these same brothers-in-law, for had it not been for their hearty co-operation, the burdens would have been too heavy for the not very broad shoulders to bear.
It is needless to say that no furnace emitted its grateful heat within the sacred walls in the cold days and nights of the forties and fifties, but the frosty breath of winter made the already white walls sparkle with crystals, beautiful to the eye but grievous to the flesh. It was then that the lard froze in the can and that fingers stiff with cold, had to excavate it and subject it to the persuasive heat of a kitchen fire before it could render acceptable service in the fourteen lamps, which, after a time, succeeded the humble candles and were the pride and special delight of the ambitious ones, who irresistible petitions had secured them. No doubt the faithful fingers which had so long acted as snuffers were a little restless at first, but the improvement in light must have been a sufficient recompense.
Gospel of Cleanliness
There was an “annual meeting” away back in the forties. They did not call it by that name, however, and it bore no resemblance to the “annual meeting” of today. Instead of baskets, filled with good things, brought by dozens of our men, women and children and enjoyed by many more—the dinner followed by the “Business meeting,” which is always full of interest, members of the church and congregation listening to the reports from all the departments of church work, showing all to be in a healthful and prosperous condition,—a half dozen women (perhaps not so many) with brooms, buckets, scrubbing brushes and dusters and the then ever-present but now despised or forgotten soft-soap (only literal in those days), came to the church according to previous arrangement, prepared to propagate the gospel of cleanliness. And they did it, for those women did with their might what their hands found to do. The following Sabbath and for many weeks “he who ran” might read the sweet evangel. When the walls of the first church were finished and ready for the roof a question arose. This was a transition period in roofs, many experiments being tried. The church roof, like Noah’s ark, was to be pitched without, though not within, (the roof was to be one of pitch and gravel). The question was, where could the pitch be heated, as it must be in order to be put on. Of course it was an undertaking neither acceptable nor easy, but one of the faithful, living near the church, offered her cook stove and her services and in her neatest of neat kitchens the unsavory pot was boiled; a sorely perplexing time the head cook had to prevent this black broth boiling over; but it was managed and, served up with gravel, did good service until fire destroyed the edifice. Who, I wonder, would care to undertake such a task now?
But it was not the manual labor alone which these women had to perform. They had also to provide money for the running expenses of the church, Sunday school, besides the pastor’s salary, which, although only three hundred dollars (the portion contributed by the local church), was by no means paid entirely in cash. On the contrary, a large proportion of it was in the form of wood, vegetables, corn meal, flour, in fact all kinds of garden and farm productions, including eggs and butter. Apropos of the latter commodity, an incident occurred in the experience of the wife of one of the early pastors which must have been about as startling to her as was the possession of the goose of the golden egg notoriety to her possessors. Each week a nice little roll of butter was furnished by one of the parishioners (as part of the salary, of course). On one occasion, when near the middle of the roll, the surprised housewife came upon—not exactly a golden egg, but almost as strange a sight—a five dollar gold coin—which, when the scarcity of money at that time is considered, seemed a veritable bonanza. It is not recorded that the question of possible infection or pollution was even vaguely suggested in regard to the money.
Donation Parties
Another way in which the scant salary of the devoted pastor was eked out was by the so-called “donation party.” Was there ever such a misnomer? Fortunately for the pastor and the self respect of the parishioners this stupendous fraud, this “wolf in sheep’s clothing” has been completely ostracized, relegated to the past. After the articles had all been deposited in the parsonage and before the donation party had generously regaled itself complacently therewith, an inventory was taken of all the gifts (?) and the value deducted from the pastor’s salary.
Perhaps the latter action should not have been mentioned under the head of “Women’s Work.” The church must have had a good many men by that time and they are better up in finance than most women, more shrewd.
The money collected was earned by from house to house solicitations and that meant many weary steps, for the homes were long distances apart and often reception accorded the solicitors was not one to cheer them on their way. You may be sure there were not many large subscriptions. At that time twenty-five cents—“two bits” in western vernacular—was a great deal of money. Many of the necessaries of life (as we look upon them in our more prosperous time) had to be dispensed with. There was not much expected in homes or in dress then, but even what might reasonable have been considered indispensable was often missing.
When the fortunate possessor of the golden treasure, in the heart of the roll of butter was about to go east with her husband on business connected with the church, it was actually necessary for her to borrow a wardrobe, as her good fortune had not been sufficiently great to enable her to purchase one. There was a proper degree of pride in the heart if there was poverty in the purse. Even though she were the minister’s wife, she must, like any other woman, be appropriately dressed in order to be comfortable, to say nothing of being happy. Providentially, it may be, there was a bride in the congregation, so the clothing was furnished. No One could have had such a surplus under ordinary circumstances. In those days a bonnet or a dress did not go out of style—it wore out. So people had few of them.
On one occasion when a church meeting was called the attendance was small, very small, even less than it sometimes is at the present time (can this be a hereditary characteristic?). At this meeting there were only two members present, but, as they were women, they proceeded, after due deliberation (while seated on the church steps), to the business of the hour, which was the election of a trustee and this election held. It is told by one of those pioneer Presbyterians that on one occasion she was the only person present in Sunday school who could be expected to open the school. She looked around at the big boys and decided that she could never pray before them—for in those days Presbyterian women were not permitted to pray in public—so she opened the school with reading and singing, for those good women could sing as well as they could scrub. Why was it considered more improper for a woman to address her Maker in prayer than to utter His praises in song?
A Real Sewing Society
A little later on in the history of the church a Sewing Society was organized, not a proverbial sewing society, but one whose object was nominally and actually the same—to sew. Then came the “dime social,” the prototype of our sociables” of today. But the event of the year in the social life of the church was the “fancy fair,” where the handiwork of the feminine fingers of the church which had been busy for weeks, was exhibited and sold in “Metropolitan hall,” then the theatre of all important entertainments and gatherings. How we tolled up the steep stairs only sustained by the enthusiasm engendered by the occasion and the consciousness that we were working for the church. Many hundreds of dollars were added to the treasury in this way and by dinners, tableaux, wax-works (of “Jolly” memory) and similar entertainments. I was not “all work and no play,” however, for there was great fun as well as labor. During all these years we had not reached out to help others but all our efforts had been for the support of our own church. Although we had long before become self-supporting (having become independent of the Home Missionary board) no organized missionary work was done by the women until 1874. Mrs. Louisa Osmond had planned such an organization and had been anxious to have it put in operation. Failing health prevented the accomplishment of her designs. A leader, however, came to us in the person of Mrs. Thatcher, wife of the then president of our state university, whose great interest in missions, as in every good cause, led her to organize in the Presbyterian church a Woman’s Foreign Missionary society. Both of these sweet-spirited women passed, many years ago, from the service so dear to their hearts here upon earth but our Foreign Missionary society remains as a memorial fountain, sending forth its contributions of prayers and of gifts to swell the myriad streams throughout the Christian world, to bear the gospelship to the uttermost parts of the world.
The Home Missionary society of our church was organized through the instrumentality of Miss Louise Hughes and Mrs. George Folsom, wife of our pastor at that time. This society has grown with the years in membership and in interest and who can tell the good that has been wrought in the dark places of our own favored land by the gifts of this band of women.
Our Social club bears the names of many of the women of the church and congregation upon its roll of members. As the name indicates, its function is more of a social and secular nature than the former bodies and it fills an important place in the economy of the church.
Our Young Peoples Society of Christian Endeavor, composed of both young men and women, can not of course be classed strictly under “woman’s work.” Yet, as so many of our young women and girls are active and associate members and are rendering efficient service in promoting the work of the church, it may not be amiss to mention it as one of the organizations of which we are justly proud. Our Children’s bands, through the influence and efforts of Mrs. Barrett have become a power for good which will grow and strengthen as the years go on until who can tell what influence they may exert in the years to come.
The Last Twenty Years
Twenty years ago we celebrated our semi-centennial birthday. Now we have passed our three score years and “by reason of strength” have even reached “three score years and ten.” Something has been written of the early and middle life of this church, a few of the incidents, a little about the work. What of the two decades just closed? Increased opportunity carries with it added responsibility. Have we lived up to our privileges? Has the small beginning—the little vine planted by willing hands now all folded peacefully at rest—grown in proportion to its years? Has the fruit proven abundant and of fine flavor, so that the Master is well pleased with the laborers in this little corner of his vineyard? Let us glance at the work of our women of mature age and our young women have done during the past twenty years.
Twenty years, not so very long a time to those whose vision is more often turned toward the “sunset and evening star” than toward the dawn, and yet who love the dawn no less. Twenty years—and how many have answered the “one clear call” and “from out of the bourne of Time and Space” have met their “Pilot face to face?”
Of those who participated in the program of the fiftieth anniversary very few are now living.
All of those from whom come the information relating to the organization and very early life of the church have gone to their reward. Two, Mrs. Sanxay and Mrs. Hughes, fell to sleep within the shadow of the church which they had helped to found, to which all their lives they had given so much of themselves. One, Mrs. Murray, though called to rest in a distant city, was brought by loving daughters back to the dear old church to which as a bride, she came in her youth and helped to build and care for, nearly all her life. From these sacred portals she was borne to her last resting place. These three women and Mr. Shoup are the only ones whose names are now known as charter members of this church, so far as inquiry has been able to discover. A very small number are known to be living, who became members of the church before 1850. Of this number Mrs. Mary Byington, who united by letter in 1849, is still with us.
Of the various woman’s organizations of the church just a little can be said at this time.
The two missionary societies, Home and Foreign, with a membership of about seventy, contributed over two hundred and fifty dollars the past year. The monthly meetings with an average attendance of twenty-four, are always full of interest.
The Woman’s Aid society, the old Social club, with about sixty members is a lively organization, having in charge the social functions of the church as well as lending substantial pecuniary aid. Last year over three hundred and seventy-five dollars were raised by voluntary subscriptions, the manner in which most of the funds of the society are obtained. The meetings held once a month are productive of the social life of the church so necessary to harmonious co-operation. A short program is presented at each meeting by a committee have charge of the day.
The Young Ladies’ Guild, organized in 1907 to aid in promoting the work of the church, has in the past four years done much in the way of providing furnishings and performing services that would otherwise have been lacking.
The Christian Endeavor society, which is composed only in part of the young women of the church, has grown in numbers and interest also. Enrolled at present are 103 members, of whom one-half are young ladies. The missionary work of this organization has centered in the Paton circle. Thus the younger generation is being prepared to take the place of those who must be laid aside from active work. Let us remember, however, that “they also serve who stand and wait.”
Our Sunday school, no longer dependent upon one person for leadership, overflows the rooms designed for its use and is sent, in part, to the auditorium and is still demanding more room. A class of adult women numbering more than the original thirteen of the church, is ably taught by a woman—many of the classes are under the supervision of women.
No department of the church work has grown so rapidly the past few years as that of the Sunday school. Some of the ladies have been in continuous service, as teachers and officers, for many years and have been gratified in seeing the good result of their endeavors. As the years have passed the daughters have taken the places of their mothers in carrying forward the work so well begun.
But unchanging and changeless is the source of all growth and development. Paul may plant, Apollos may water, but God giveth the increase.
The development of “woman’s work” has been very great, especially during the last quarter of a century, but to the women of seventy years ago, who bore the heat and burden of pioneer days, we owe more than can ever be known until the books are opened which shall reveal all secrets. All honor and love to the early members of our church. Hallowed be the memory of those who have ceased from their labors; their works do follow them.
Obituaries
Iowa City Daily Press, December 15, 19143193
MRS. W. P. COAST IS CALLED BEYOND
SORROW REIGNS
A wave of sorrow swept over the city when Mrs. W. P. Coast's sudden death, last evening, was announced to the community.
The end came at the family residence at the crest of the hill, overlooking the placid Iowa river. She passed away with out the slightest warning, at 7:15 o'clock.
She had not been ill, and her death was a terrible shock to all kinsfolk, as well as countless friends.
The funeral hour will be announced later.
The surviving members of the immediate family include her husband, one of the city's foremost merchants for many years, and the pioneer founder of the clothing firm, now known as Coast & Sons; and the two sons, who are members thereof—Preston C. Coast; and Hon. W. O. Coast, who was recently elected to the Iowa legislature.
Mrs. Coast has resided here since infancy, practically all of her life, save three of her three score and two years.
A leader in social, club and church life, her name was "? large" on countless hearts throughout the Athens, and those gathered about many a hearthstone, during the otherwise gladsome Yuletide will be saddened by the thought that a woman of her splendid mind, heart, and soul has been called from among those who loved and esteemed her so long, deeply and truly.
Muscatine Journal, December 18, 1914766
Funeral of Mrs. W. P. Coast
Mrs. W. P. Coast, a pioneer and one of the best-known residents of Johnson county, was laid to rest in Oakland cemetery yesterday. Funeral services were private, and were held at the home at the head of Clinton street at 11 o'clock. Mrs. Coast was the mother of Representative-elect W. O. Coast of this city.
Muscatine Journal, March 22, 19153196
WEALTHY IOWA CITY RESIDENT SUCCUMBS
W. P. COAST, FATHER OF REPRESENTATIVE, IS DEAD.
Decedent One of the Foremost Citizens of Johnson County for Half Century—Other News.
(Journal's Special Service.)
Iowa City, Ia., March 22.—W. P. Coast, aged 74, one of the foremost citizens of Iowa City, during the past half-century, and father of Hon. W. O. Coast, Johnson county's representative in the legislature, died at his long time home in Iowa City, Sunday. He was an invalid for several years, but did not become dangerously ill until Friday night. During the next 24 hours, he failed rapidly, and the end, before dawn Sunday, although sudden, was not unexpected. His son was summoned from the capital, and arrived in time to bid his father goodbye. One other son, P. C. Coast, survives. The decedent was one of the wealthiest men in the county. He owned realty of great value throughout the business district. His sons are the junior members of the firm of Coast & Sons, proprietors of the clothing store the elder Coast founded years ago. The young men are now orphaned, as Mrs. Coast died during the past December. Oscar R. Coast, the noted painter of California and New York landscapes and seascapes, is a brother. He will be summoned today from his New York or San Bernardino, Cal., studio, as soon as he can be located.
Cedar Rapids Evening Gazette, March 23, 19153195
COAST GIVEN HONOR.
Special to The Gazette.
Iowa City, Iowa, March 23.—The business world of Iowa City was largely represented this morning at the funeral of W. P. Coast, late merchange and capitalist, and father of Hon. W. O. Coast of the Iowa legislature. Mr. Coast had been president of the Carnegie library board; and the Commercial club; an officer in the Presbyterian church; and otherwise prominent in diversified ways. The clothing stores of the city closed during the funeral hour.
Census Records
| Date | Location | Enumerated Names |
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| September 5, 1850414 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| June 13, 1860415 | Mt. Vernon, Linn, Iowa |
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| August 19, 1870416 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| June 3, 1880417 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| 1885354 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| 1895354 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| June 11, 1900418 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| 1905330 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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| April 16, 1910424 | Iowa City, Johnson, Iowa |
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