Remains of Cyrus Boyd Adsit, who was so tragically killed in an airplane crash at Kansas City, Mo., at noon on Sept. 3rd, arriced here Sunday morning, accompanied by his brother Claude R. Adsit, Garrett, Ind.

Boyd was born April 17, 1894, the second son of Fred and Gertrude Adsit on the homestead, three miles south of Conneaut Lake.

Since manhood he has been engaged in civil engineering the past 9 years having been spent at this work in western cities, the greater part of the past two years being engaged as highway inspector of the state of Missouri, and located at Kansas City, where he met his untimely death.

During the World War, he trained at Camp Lee and served over seas with the 105th Ammunition company, later being discharged from the hospital at Pittsburgh, early in 1919.

Surviving are his son Frederick, Jr., Greenville, Pa., his widow, mother, Mrs. Gertrude Adsit, two sisters, Mrs. J.I. Cleveland and Mrs. Pearl Steadman, this place, and a brother, C.R. Adsit of Garret, Ind.

Private services were held from his mother's home at this place, Sunday afternoon at 3'oclock, conducted by Rev. H.G. McVicker, pastor of the Presbyterian church.  Sox boyhood chums and relatives acting as bearers, namely, Howard J. Tiffany, Floyd Adsit, Harry Adist, Clare Sweeten and Chas. Clark.

Interment was in the family plot at Adsit cemetery, where the American Legion was in charge of the service.

As many of us would have done, Boyd in company with a friend, accepted an invitation from a pilot on the airfield at Kansas City, to take a plane ride.  The pilot had just come in by plane, and on the face of this, his ability would be accepted as good, but a matter of fact he was a student pilot with only eight hours of solo flying to his credit.

So in good faith, the fateful ride was started and in seven minutes the plane was a wreck with Boyd and his companion instantly killed.

Authentic word, and newspaper clippings of Kansas City, speaks of Boyd Adsit in his work, as being efficient, steady and full of promise for greater tasks which the future would hold, and with sorrow and regret they seem to miss their comrade among their ranks.