The husband of Sarah Clapp; both buried in the Clapp tomb at Metairie Cemetery.
The Times-Picayune
November 17, 1895
Page 1
THE SAD DEATH OF ROBERT S. DAY.
The Popular Orleanian Awakened During the Night By the Noise of a Burglar's Entrance Into the House, Goes in Pursuit of the Thief, Pistol in Hand, When a Stumble Causes an Explosion and a Fatal Wound Results.
Business and social circles were shocked yesterday by the announcement of the death of Mr. Robert S. Day. He was par excellence an ideal gentleman and respected citizen, a general favorite in his large circle of friends and acquaintances, and those who did not know him are extremely few; for these reasons there was profound sorrow occasioned when the facts of the lamentable accident that had occasioned his untimely death were made known. His mind was thoroughly clear up to the moment that he expired, and during that brief interval from the time of the accident to his death he narrated the occurrence and and its causes to several parties who administered to him during his last moments.
Just before 2 o'clock yesterday morning he arose from his bed for a drink of water. While he was getting it, he heard a noise in the front portion of the house, and at once realized that there must be burglars at work. Impulsively he rushed to where he kept his revolver, and, securing it, he started in the direction of the place whence he had heard the noise emanate. While thus advancing with the weapon cocked and clutched in his right hand, he tripped against a rug in the hallway, and on account of his moving along quite rapidly, he lost his balance and fell prostrate in the hall. To save his sustaining the full force of the concussion, he, as it were, naturally and involuntarily, threw his right arm under him, unmindful of the cocked revolver that he was holding in that hand. The weapon was thus discharged, and the bullet entered his body to the right of the nipple, ranging downward and then backward, and struck the spinal column. He seemed to realize that he had mortally injured himself from the very moment that he sustained the injury.
The report of the pistol awakened Mrs. Day, who immediately ran to the place whence it came, and was shocked to find her husband lying prostrate in the hallway, mortally wounded, as was subsequently developed. Mrs. Day, overcome with grief, screamed, and the other terrified inmates of the residence rushed hurriedly to the scene. Mr. Day was then gasping for breath, and utterly unable to speak, although evidently conscious.
It was evident that there was no time for delay, and while some of those who surrounded him tenderly conveyed him to his bedchamber, others hurriedly went after medical assistance. Drs. Bickham and Souchon responded, and after an examination, they announced the wounded man had but a few hours left to live. His deathbed was surrounded by his devoted, wife, his immediate relatives in this city, Mr. George Q. Whitney, and a few of his intimate friends. The scene was a most affecting one, although Mr. Day appeared to rally for awhile, and, as above stated, was able to tell rationally how the deplorable accident occurred.
In the meantime an examination of the front portion of the house was made, and it was found that one of the library windows was open, which had furnished the entrance and exit of the intruder in search of whom Mr. Day had met his death wound. On the floor of the library there were found a number of half-burned matches that had been used by the intruder. He could have but gained access to the building at the time that Mr. Day heard the noise, for an investigation revealed that there was nothing missing from the house.
Mr. Day lingered until 5:30 the next morning. He was conscious up to the very last moment.
He was born in Stonington, Ct., Aug. 3, 1855. He was educated at the north and after completing a course at Russell's Collegiate Commercial and Classical Institute, at New Haven, Ct., he came south with his family, who again made their home in New Orleans, for his father, the late James I. Day, had been an old resident and business man of this community.
Shortly after coming here, young Day entered the office of Mr. I. E. Glenny, cotton buyer, and thus became an expert judge of cotton. In 1880, he married Miss Sallie, the daughter of the late Emory Clapp, and soon afterwards he took charge of the cotton room of Clapp Bros. & Co., cotton factors. On the death of Mr. Clapp, the old firm was succeeded by the firm of Gidiere, Day & Co., in which firm R. S. Day was a partner. About the year 1886 the house failed, and some time later Mr. Day entered into partnership with Mr. C. S. Farrar. This firm continued in existence until the death of Mr. Farrar, and three of four years later Mr. Day formed the present firm of Robert S. Day Company, Limited, of which he was the president. His sister, Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb had an interest in both of the last mentioned firms.
Mr. Day leaves as widow and one son, Emory Clapp Day, aged about 14 years, who is at present away at college in his father's native state of Connecticut, and until whose return home the funeral will not be held. His father died at few months ago, but his mother's and sisters are still living. They are Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb, Mrs. Starkey, of New London, Ct.; Mrs. Townsend, of New York; Mrs. J. Harris Sanders, of London, England, and Miss Jennie Day, who is at the family homestead, with her mother, in New London, Ct.
He was a member of the Pickwick Club and had at one time or another been a member of all the other social clubs. He took a prominent part in the carnival festivities and in 1892 personated Rex. He was commodore of the Southern Yacht Club and then owned the fast schooner, Folly. She was sold some time ago, and he then bought the steam launch Idler, which he owned at the time of his death. He was regarded as being by far the best amateur sailor in these waters and was an expert in designing rigging and sail making. He was furthermore possessed of considerable talent as an artist, though his pictures, either of pen and ink or water colors, were executed solely for his friends. Mr. Day served in Company A, Crescent City White League, during the troublous times of 1874. At the time of his death he was a member of the school board, but never held any other political office during his whole honorable career.
Assistant Coroner Maylie viewed the remains, and after a thorough investigation came to the conclusion that death was due to an accident.
Mr. Day was a generous friend, genial companion, and an enterprising citizen. He probably had as many friends as any man in the city, and the news of his the sad affair was everywhere received with sorrow.
The Times-Picayune
November 17, 1895
Page 1
THE SAD DEATH OF ROBERT S. DAY.
The Popular Orleanian Awakened During the Night By the Noise of a Burglar's Entrance Into the House, Goes in Pursuit of the Thief, Pistol in Hand, When a Stumble Causes an Explosion and a Fatal Wound Results.
Business and social circles were shocked yesterday by the announcement of the death of Mr. Robert S. Day. He was par excellence an ideal gentleman and respected citizen, a general favorite in his large circle of friends and acquaintances, and those who did not know him are extremely few; for these reasons there was profound sorrow occasioned when the facts of the lamentable accident that had occasioned his untimely death were made known. His mind was thoroughly clear up to the moment that he expired, and during that brief interval from the time of the accident to his death he narrated the occurrence and and its causes to several parties who administered to him during his last moments.
Just before 2 o'clock yesterday morning he arose from his bed for a drink of water. While he was getting it, he heard a noise in the front portion of the house, and at once realized that there must be burglars at work. Impulsively he rushed to where he kept his revolver, and, securing it, he started in the direction of the place whence he had heard the noise emanate. While thus advancing with the weapon cocked and clutched in his right hand, he tripped against a rug in the hallway, and on account of his moving along quite rapidly, he lost his balance and fell prostrate in the hall. To save his sustaining the full force of the concussion, he, as it were, naturally and involuntarily, threw his right arm under him, unmindful of the cocked revolver that he was holding in that hand. The weapon was thus discharged, and the bullet entered his body to the right of the nipple, ranging downward and then backward, and struck the spinal column. He seemed to realize that he had mortally injured himself from the very moment that he sustained the injury.
The report of the pistol awakened Mrs. Day, who immediately ran to the place whence it came, and was shocked to find her husband lying prostrate in the hallway, mortally wounded, as was subsequently developed. Mrs. Day, overcome with grief, screamed, and the other terrified inmates of the residence rushed hurriedly to the scene. Mr. Day was then gasping for breath, and utterly unable to speak, although evidently conscious.
It was evident that there was no time for delay, and while some of those who surrounded him tenderly conveyed him to his bedchamber, others hurriedly went after medical assistance. Drs. Bickham and Souchon responded, and after an examination, they announced the wounded man had but a few hours left to live. His deathbed was surrounded by his devoted, wife, his immediate relatives in this city, Mr. George Q. Whitney, and a few of his intimate friends. The scene was a most affecting one, although Mr. Day appeared to rally for awhile, and, as above stated, was able to tell rationally how the deplorable accident occurred.
In the meantime an examination of the front portion of the house was made, and it was found that one of the library windows was open, which had furnished the entrance and exit of the intruder in search of whom Mr. Day had met his death wound. On the floor of the library there were found a number of half-burned matches that had been used by the intruder. He could have but gained access to the building at the time that Mr. Day heard the noise, for an investigation revealed that there was nothing missing from the house.
Mr. Day lingered until 5:30 the next morning. He was conscious up to the very last moment.
He was born in Stonington, Ct., Aug. 3, 1855. He was educated at the north and after completing a course at Russell's Collegiate Commercial and Classical Institute, at New Haven, Ct., he came south with his family, who again made their home in New Orleans, for his father, the late James I. Day, had been an old resident and business man of this community.
Shortly after coming here, young Day entered the office of Mr. I. E. Glenny, cotton buyer, and thus became an expert judge of cotton. In 1880, he married Miss Sallie, the daughter of the late Emory Clapp, and soon afterwards he took charge of the cotton room of Clapp Bros. & Co., cotton factors. On the death of Mr. Clapp, the old firm was succeeded by the firm of Gidiere, Day & Co., in which firm R. S. Day was a partner. About the year 1886 the house failed, and some time later Mr. Day entered into partnership with Mr. C. S. Farrar. This firm continued in existence until the death of Mr. Farrar, and three of four years later Mr. Day formed the present firm of Robert S. Day Company, Limited, of which he was the president. His sister, Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb had an interest in both of the last mentioned firms.
Mr. Day leaves as widow and one son, Emory Clapp Day, aged about 14 years, who is at present away at college in his father's native state of Connecticut, and until whose return home the funeral will not be held. His father died at few months ago, but his mother's and sisters are still living. They are Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb, Mrs. Starkey, of New London, Ct.; Mrs. Townsend, of New York; Mrs. J. Harris Sanders, of London, England, and Miss Jennie Day, who is at the family homestead, with her mother, in New London, Ct.
He was a member of the Pickwick Club and had at one time or another been a member of all the other social clubs. He took a prominent part in the carnival festivities and in 1892 personated Rex. He was commodore of the Southern Yacht Club and then owned the fast schooner, Folly. She was sold some time ago, and he then bought the steam launch Idler, which he owned at the time of his death. He was regarded as being by far the best amateur sailor in these waters and was an expert in designing rigging and sail making. He was furthermore possessed of considerable talent as an artist, though his pictures, either of pen and ink or water colors, were executed solely for his friends. Mr. Day served in Company A, Crescent City White League, during the troublous times of 1874. At the time of his death he was a member of the school board, but never held any other political office during his whole honorable career.
Assistant Coroner Maylie viewed the remains, and after a thorough investigation came to the conclusion that death was due to an accident.
Mr. Day was a generous friend, genial companion, and an enterprising citizen. He probably had as many friends as any man in the city, and the news of his the sad affair was everywhere received with sorrow.
The husband of Sarah Clapp; both buried in the Clapp tomb at Metairie Cemetery.
The Times-Picayune
November 17, 1895
Page 1
THE SAD DEATH OF ROBERT S. DAY.
The Popular Orleanian Awakened During the Night By the Noise of a Burglar's Entrance Into the House, Goes in Pursuit of the Thief, Pistol in Hand, When a Stumble Causes an Explosion and a Fatal Wound Results.
Business and social circles were shocked yesterday by the announcement of the death of Mr. Robert S. Day. He was par excellence an ideal gentleman and respected citizen, a general favorite in his large circle of friends and acquaintances, and those who did not know him are extremely few; for these reasons there was profound sorrow occasioned when the facts of the lamentable accident that had occasioned his untimely death were made known. His mind was thoroughly clear up to the moment that he expired, and during that brief interval from the time of the accident to his death he narrated the occurrence and and its causes to several parties who administered to him during his last moments.
Just before 2 o'clock yesterday morning he arose from his bed for a drink of water. While he was getting it, he heard a noise in the front portion of the house, and at once realized that there must be burglars at work. Impulsively he rushed to where he kept his revolver, and, securing it, he started in the direction of the place whence he had heard the noise emanate. While thus advancing with the weapon cocked and clutched in his right hand, he tripped against a rug in the hallway, and on account of his moving along quite rapidly, he lost his balance and fell prostrate in the hall. To save his sustaining the full force of the concussion, he, as it were, naturally and involuntarily, threw his right arm under him, unmindful of the cocked revolver that he was holding in that hand. The weapon was thus discharged, and the bullet entered his body to the right of the nipple, ranging downward and then backward, and struck the spinal column. He seemed to realize that he had mortally injured himself from the very moment that he sustained the injury.
The report of the pistol awakened Mrs. Day, who immediately ran to the place whence it came, and was shocked to find her husband lying prostrate in the hallway, mortally wounded, as was subsequently developed. Mrs. Day, overcome with grief, screamed, and the other terrified inmates of the residence rushed hurriedly to the scene. Mr. Day was then gasping for breath, and utterly unable to speak, although evidently conscious.
It was evident that there was no time for delay, and while some of those who surrounded him tenderly conveyed him to his bedchamber, others hurriedly went after medical assistance. Drs. Bickham and Souchon responded, and after an examination, they announced the wounded man had but a few hours left to live. His deathbed was surrounded by his devoted, wife, his immediate relatives in this city, Mr. George Q. Whitney, and a few of his intimate friends. The scene was a most affecting one, although Mr. Day appeared to rally for awhile, and, as above stated, was able to tell rationally how the deplorable accident occurred.
In the meantime an examination of the front portion of the house was made, and it was found that one of the library windows was open, which had furnished the entrance and exit of the intruder in search of whom Mr. Day had met his death wound. On the floor of the library there were found a number of half-burned matches that had been used by the intruder. He could have but gained access to the building at the time that Mr. Day heard the noise, for an investigation revealed that there was nothing missing from the house.
Mr. Day lingered until 5:30 the next morning. He was conscious up to the very last moment.
He was born in Stonington, Ct., Aug. 3, 1855. He was educated at the north and after completing a course at Russell's Collegiate Commercial and Classical Institute, at New Haven, Ct., he came south with his family, who again made their home in New Orleans, for his father, the late James I. Day, had been an old resident and business man of this community.
Shortly after coming here, young Day entered the office of Mr. I. E. Glenny, cotton buyer, and thus became an expert judge of cotton. In 1880, he married Miss Sallie, the daughter of the late Emory Clapp, and soon afterwards he took charge of the cotton room of Clapp Bros. & Co., cotton factors. On the death of Mr. Clapp, the old firm was succeeded by the firm of Gidiere, Day & Co., in which firm R. S. Day was a partner. About the year 1886 the house failed, and some time later Mr. Day entered into partnership with Mr. C. S. Farrar. This firm continued in existence until the death of Mr. Farrar, and three of four years later Mr. Day formed the present firm of Robert S. Day Company, Limited, of which he was the president. His sister, Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb had an interest in both of the last mentioned firms.
Mr. Day leaves as widow and one son, Emory Clapp Day, aged about 14 years, who is at present away at college in his father's native state of Connecticut, and until whose return home the funeral will not be held. His father died at few months ago, but his mother's and sisters are still living. They are Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb, Mrs. Starkey, of New London, Ct.; Mrs. Townsend, of New York; Mrs. J. Harris Sanders, of London, England, and Miss Jennie Day, who is at the family homestead, with her mother, in New London, Ct.
He was a member of the Pickwick Club and had at one time or another been a member of all the other social clubs. He took a prominent part in the carnival festivities and in 1892 personated Rex. He was commodore of the Southern Yacht Club and then owned the fast schooner, Folly. She was sold some time ago, and he then bought the steam launch Idler, which he owned at the time of his death. He was regarded as being by far the best amateur sailor in these waters and was an expert in designing rigging and sail making. He was furthermore possessed of considerable talent as an artist, though his pictures, either of pen and ink or water colors, were executed solely for his friends. Mr. Day served in Company A, Crescent City White League, during the troublous times of 1874. At the time of his death he was a member of the school board, but never held any other political office during his whole honorable career.
Assistant Coroner Maylie viewed the remains, and after a thorough investigation came to the conclusion that death was due to an accident.
Mr. Day was a generous friend, genial companion, and an enterprising citizen. He probably had as many friends as any man in the city, and the news of his the sad affair was everywhere received with sorrow.
The Times-Picayune
November 17, 1895
Page 1
THE SAD DEATH OF ROBERT S. DAY.
The Popular Orleanian Awakened During the Night By the Noise of a Burglar's Entrance Into the House, Goes in Pursuit of the Thief, Pistol in Hand, When a Stumble Causes an Explosion and a Fatal Wound Results.
Business and social circles were shocked yesterday by the announcement of the death of Mr. Robert S. Day. He was par excellence an ideal gentleman and respected citizen, a general favorite in his large circle of friends and acquaintances, and those who did not know him are extremely few; for these reasons there was profound sorrow occasioned when the facts of the lamentable accident that had occasioned his untimely death were made known. His mind was thoroughly clear up to the moment that he expired, and during that brief interval from the time of the accident to his death he narrated the occurrence and and its causes to several parties who administered to him during his last moments.
Just before 2 o'clock yesterday morning he arose from his bed for a drink of water. While he was getting it, he heard a noise in the front portion of the house, and at once realized that there must be burglars at work. Impulsively he rushed to where he kept his revolver, and, securing it, he started in the direction of the place whence he had heard the noise emanate. While thus advancing with the weapon cocked and clutched in his right hand, he tripped against a rug in the hallway, and on account of his moving along quite rapidly, he lost his balance and fell prostrate in the hall. To save his sustaining the full force of the concussion, he, as it were, naturally and involuntarily, threw his right arm under him, unmindful of the cocked revolver that he was holding in that hand. The weapon was thus discharged, and the bullet entered his body to the right of the nipple, ranging downward and then backward, and struck the spinal column. He seemed to realize that he had mortally injured himself from the very moment that he sustained the injury.
The report of the pistol awakened Mrs. Day, who immediately ran to the place whence it came, and was shocked to find her husband lying prostrate in the hallway, mortally wounded, as was subsequently developed. Mrs. Day, overcome with grief, screamed, and the other terrified inmates of the residence rushed hurriedly to the scene. Mr. Day was then gasping for breath, and utterly unable to speak, although evidently conscious.
It was evident that there was no time for delay, and while some of those who surrounded him tenderly conveyed him to his bedchamber, others hurriedly went after medical assistance. Drs. Bickham and Souchon responded, and after an examination, they announced the wounded man had but a few hours left to live. His deathbed was surrounded by his devoted, wife, his immediate relatives in this city, Mr. George Q. Whitney, and a few of his intimate friends. The scene was a most affecting one, although Mr. Day appeared to rally for awhile, and, as above stated, was able to tell rationally how the deplorable accident occurred.
In the meantime an examination of the front portion of the house was made, and it was found that one of the library windows was open, which had furnished the entrance and exit of the intruder in search of whom Mr. Day had met his death wound. On the floor of the library there were found a number of half-burned matches that had been used by the intruder. He could have but gained access to the building at the time that Mr. Day heard the noise, for an investigation revealed that there was nothing missing from the house.
Mr. Day lingered until 5:30 the next morning. He was conscious up to the very last moment.
He was born in Stonington, Ct., Aug. 3, 1855. He was educated at the north and after completing a course at Russell's Collegiate Commercial and Classical Institute, at New Haven, Ct., he came south with his family, who again made their home in New Orleans, for his father, the late James I. Day, had been an old resident and business man of this community.
Shortly after coming here, young Day entered the office of Mr. I. E. Glenny, cotton buyer, and thus became an expert judge of cotton. In 1880, he married Miss Sallie, the daughter of the late Emory Clapp, and soon afterwards he took charge of the cotton room of Clapp Bros. & Co., cotton factors. On the death of Mr. Clapp, the old firm was succeeded by the firm of Gidiere, Day & Co., in which firm R. S. Day was a partner. About the year 1886 the house failed, and some time later Mr. Day entered into partnership with Mr. C. S. Farrar. This firm continued in existence until the death of Mr. Farrar, and three of four years later Mr. Day formed the present firm of Robert S. Day Company, Limited, of which he was the president. His sister, Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb had an interest in both of the last mentioned firms.
Mr. Day leaves as widow and one son, Emory Clapp Day, aged about 14 years, who is at present away at college in his father's native state of Connecticut, and until whose return home the funeral will not be held. His father died at few months ago, but his mother's and sisters are still living. They are Mrs. Cuthbert H. Slocomb, Mrs. Starkey, of New London, Ct.; Mrs. Townsend, of New York; Mrs. J. Harris Sanders, of London, England, and Miss Jennie Day, who is at the family homestead, with her mother, in New London, Ct.
He was a member of the Pickwick Club and had at one time or another been a member of all the other social clubs. He took a prominent part in the carnival festivities and in 1892 personated Rex. He was commodore of the Southern Yacht Club and then owned the fast schooner, Folly. She was sold some time ago, and he then bought the steam launch Idler, which he owned at the time of his death. He was regarded as being by far the best amateur sailor in these waters and was an expert in designing rigging and sail making. He was furthermore possessed of considerable talent as an artist, though his pictures, either of pen and ink or water colors, were executed solely for his friends. Mr. Day served in Company A, Crescent City White League, during the troublous times of 1874. At the time of his death he was a member of the school board, but never held any other political office during his whole honorable career.
Assistant Coroner Maylie viewed the remains, and after a thorough investigation came to the conclusion that death was due to an accident.
Mr. Day was a generous friend, genial companion, and an enterprising citizen. He probably had as many friends as any man in the city, and the news of his the sad affair was everywhere received with sorrow.
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