The Corvallis Times tells the following story of Jackson County's tall "quaken asp," Gus Newbury, county clerk. Just ask Gus about it. The Times says:
    "F. E. Stevens, who arrived in Corvallis two weeks ago and resides now on Sixth Street, wrote before he left Lincoln, Neb. to various persons in Oregon making inquiries, among others to Gus Newbury, county clerk of Jackson County. The latter answered all the questions of Mrs. Stevens faithfully and fully, and in turn propounded several of his own. They are the sort called leading questions and have afforded much amusement to Mr. Stevens, who appreciates humor. Here is what the county clerk said:
    "Now let me ask you some questions. You see, we are a little particular out West, and we want to know what kind of people we are inviting to our clime.
    "What are your politics?
    "Have you any anarchistic tendencies?
    "Have you any inclination towards socialism?
    "Are you a religious man?
    "Do you believe the earth is round?
    "Are you sure Oregon is on the map of the U.S.?
    "Did you ever live in Missouri?
    "Do you think Bryanism is a live issue?
    "Which state do you think will be benefited by your removal to Oregon--Nebraska or Oregon?
    "Do you consider governmental policies a menace to your liberties?
    "Do you know that Oregon took the first prize at the Buffalo Exposition for butter, fruit and grain?
    "Do you know that Portland, Oregon is one of the very first ports of shipment for grains--especially wheat and lumber?
    "Have you ever had your liberties restrained; if so, what did you steal? There are many other questions I might ask, but these are sufficient to determine your desirableness as a citizen of Oregon."
Medford Enquirer, December 14, 1901, page 4

    Attorney Gus Newbury was confronted with the "evidence" recently and readily admitted his crime--that of running into a fire hydrant in Medford in October of 1910 with his 1909 Buick car.
    The "evidence" was a picture postcard at the scene and showing a spout of water shooting from the damaged hydrant as several men, many wearing derby hats, looked on. The card was found by Virgil Halstead, carpenter, in a house on King Street which Frank Walton, contractor, is renovating. Addressed to Miss Alice Streets, it told how Newbury had wrecked the hydrant, causing mild excitement on Main Street, and was initialed H.C.K. [H. C. Kentner?]
    When shown the card by Mrs. Halstead, Newbury recalled the incident clearly but did not remember having seen one of the pictures. The hydrant was in front of the Medford National Bank at the corner of Main Street and Central Avenue.
    Newbury recalled that Main Street had just been paved, but that horse-drawn vehicles from the country kept it pretty well covered with dirt, and that a light rain had resulted in a very slippery street. Turning out quickly to avoid one of these wagons, Newbury's Buick skidded and struck the hydrant, which broke, and the resulting geyser of water spouted as high as the bank building for a time.
    The attorney could not identify any of the interested spectators with the exception of a bank employee gazing out of the window at the scene. This young woman, wearing a high-collared white shirtwaist and a pompadour hairdo, he identified as the late Miss Clara Wood, longtime employee of the bank.   
Medford Mail Tribune, October 26, 1948, page 1

    Following is a portion of the speech made by attorney Gus Newbury at the dedication of the Jacksonville Museum last Saturday. We regret that space limitations make it impossible to carry the entire address, but the part here shown will be of deep interest to readers.--The Editor. [The complete address is below.]
    When I came here as a small boy, Jacksonville was the center of all Southern Oregon. There was no Central Point, no Medford, no Grants Pass and but little of Ashland. Jacksonville had approximately 3,000 people, and when the Oregon & California Railroad Co. located the railroad line where it now is, it inflicted a severe blow upon the future of Jacksonville.
    At that time there was an old wooden courthouse standing where this building now is, and probably it was constructed in the '50s. At any rate, it bore evidence of the ravages of time. It was concluded that a new courthouse should be constructed, and my memory recalls that there was a violent controversy over the construction of this building.
The County Court
    The county court at that time consisted of Silas J. Day, a resident of Jacksonville, and two commissioners, Robert Cook from Foots Creek and A. Alford of Talent, and because the railroad was then in process of construction through the place where Medford now stands, the majority of the citizens of the county believed that this courthouse should not be constructed where it is, but the matter should be submitted to a vote of the people.
    Judge Day, being a resident of Jacksonville, and Robert Cook, having many warm friends here, voted to construct a new courthouse and entered into a contract with one L. S. P. Marsh for the construction of this building at a consideration of $37,000.00. This building was thereupon constructed adversely to the wishes of most of the people of Jackson County.
    My recollection is that the cornerstone was laid in September, 1883. At that time I was working for my board at the brewery in Jacksonville, and I stopped a great many times while they were laying the bricks in the courthouse.
Wm. Justus Murdered
    While this courthouse was being constructed the court was held in the city hall of Jacksonville. About 1883 or 1884 [It was March 1883.] a murder was committed near Medford of a man named William Justus, who, it was alleged, was killed by his son. This trial took place in the city hall, and I attended many of its sessions in the evening after coming from school.
    Justus was convicted and sentenced to the penitentiary for life, served 15 years and a few years ago was resident of Medford. Subsequently, a man by the name of O'Neil killed a man in Ashland named McDaniel, and that trial took place in this courthouse.
    The former H. K. Hanna, circuit judge, presided in each of these trials. Judge Hanna resigned the position of circuit judge and was succeeded by L. R. Webster, a young lawyer just starting practice in this city and who was one of the prosecuting lawyers against John Justus for the murder of his father. Judge Webster served as circuit judge for eight years. He was first appointed to succeed Judge Hanna and then was elected for one six-year term.
Court vs. Press
    An interesting and far-reaching event occurred in this old courthouse when Judge L. R. Webster was circuit judge. He was a very fine, honorable judge of a satin finish character, scrupulously honest. One E. J. Kaiser was the editor of a paper in Ashland called the Valley Record.
    Kaiser published an article accusing Webster of corruption upon the bench. It so incensed Webster that he issued a bench warrant for Kaiser and sentenced him to jail for contempt of court.
    Therein Webster made a mistake. Under the law he had no right to send a man to jail for contempt unless the contempt was committed in the presence of the court while in session. If the contempt were committed at some other time proceedings before the grand jury would be necessary. Webster failed to resort to the required procedure against Kaiser.
    Kaiser took an appeal to the Supreme Court, and it reversed the case and freed Kaiser from the conviction of contempt.
Of National Interest
    This incident really ripened into a matter of national consequence. That year when Webster went off the bench the Republican state convention nominated Webster for attorney general. George E. Chamberlain was then district attorney for Multnomah County, and the Democrats nominated Chamberlain for attorney general against Webster.
    Kaiser proceeded to array all the newspapers in Oregon against Webster excepting one, and that one was very lukewarm in favor of Webster; and while Webster would have been elected had it not been for the Kaiser incident, he was defeated by 240 votes, and George Chamberlain was on his way to national distinction.
    Chamberlain was re-elected attorney general, then elected governor and then went to the United States Senate and served as the chairman of the Military Affairs Committee of the U.S. Senate during World War I.
Federal Court
    When the old wooden courthouse was first erected in the '50s the federal court was held here in that courthouse, and Matthew P. Deady was the judge. When the state was admitted to the Union, P. P. Prim became judge of this circuit, which consisted of Jackson, Josephine, Lake and Klamath counties. He served in that capacity for 20 years, retiring to be succeeded by the former Judge H. K. Hanna.
    Judge Hanna was a striking character. He had coal-black eyes and snow-white hair and always had the courage of his convictions. While the judge was on the bench the taxation of the railroad through Jackson County became an issue, and a suit was brought by the railroad company to reduce the assessment to less than the then-assessed value per mile.
    The case came before Judge Hanna for trial and determination. A new circuit judge would be elected the fall following the time this case came on for trial, and the then-court judge and one of the county commissioners sought to influence Judge Hanna to decide that railroad tax case the way they wanted it decided.
Attempted Bribery
    The county judge and one commissioner filed into Hanna's office in this old courthouse and proposed to him that if he would decide this railroad tax case their way they would see that the was nominated for circuit judge again on the Democratic ticket and elected.
    During the time this case was up for consideration I happened to be county clerk, and the judge advised me of the attempt to corrupt him that was made by the county judge and the commissioner. He told me that he grabbed a chair, called them a few names you wouldn't find in the Ladies' Home Journal and ran them out of the office. Hanna was nominated on the independent ticket and elected that fall, and from there on had the excellent good sense to belong to the Republican Party until the day he died.
    It is impossible to chronicle all the interesting incidents that took place in this building, and they were not all sad and they were not all cool, calculated opinions based upon contested statements of causes of action and issues of facts connected with trials.
Humor in Court
    Many of them were of a humorous character, and I am sure that this audience will not consider me presumptuous if I relate an occurrence in which I was the victim of the humorous aspect of an incident in the trial of a divorce case in this building. A prominent attorney of Medford brought suit for divorce for a man whom we shall call Smith, and the wife of this man Smith employed me to defend her in this suit for divorce.
    The case came on for trial on a hot day in July. The bailiff of the court placed a pitcher of ice water on the ledge of the judge's desk for the court and the attorneys. During the case the plaintiff's attorney placed upon the stand a man who I thought had made several overdrafts on the truth and I gave him an unhappy half hour on cross-examination.
    The next witness the attorney for the plaintiff placed upon the stand was the wife of the preceding witness; and while the other attorney was asking this wife the perfunctory questions of what is your name, your age, and your residence I rose from my position and was about to step over to the judge's desk to take a drink of water from this pitcher.
    The witness immediately stopped in her testimony and pointing her finger at me she said, "Now you sit down. I don't want you to go after me. I've got heart trouble and I might die, you old thing, you!"
    Everybody in the courtroom including the judge on the bench broke out into laughter excepting myself. All of this evidence was taken down by the court reporter, except that tone of voice when she said, "You old thing, you!" He didn't get that tone in the record.
DeAutremont Case
    Within the recollection of most of the listeners here there was tried in this courthouse the celebrated DeAutremont case. The DeAutremont brothers were accused of the murder of the engineer, fireman, brakeman and U.S. postal clerk in a holdup of the passenger train in the Siskiyou tunnel about 25 years ago.
    This case was one of the most spectacular ever tried in Oregon and received nationwide consideration. Newspapers from all over the coast had their reporters present at the trial. Newton C. Chaney was district attorney, but he never lifted his voice in the trial of the case, and the state, through G. M. Roberts and George Neuner, prosecuted the defendants.
    I was one of the attorneys for the defendants in that case, but I was employed and officiated in the case for ornamental purposes only.
    In this old courthouse there were incidents of joy, of sorrow, of inexpressible griefs and of heartaches. They, too, are a part of the history of this old building. It is unfortunate that these events cannot be enshrined in this museum as fragrant recollections of the past. But they can only be perpetuated in the recollection of those who happened to live through that eventful period.
Appropriate Museum
    When we stop to consider all of the interesting things that now are nothing more than memories, it seems entirely appropriate that this old courthouse should be employed as a museum for the preservation of those relics of times gone by that can be preserved, and in the vault of this old courthouse there be perpetuated these old records of important events for present and future generations to contemplate.
    How wonderful would it be if all the stirring events as they occurred could be reproduced for the benefit of future generations. It is too bad that the heroic struggles of the pioneers who came to this country cannot also be visualized in picture for the present generation of youth and citizenship to show what hardships they bore in making this a great country.
    If they could and if the generation now here and those that are to come could be made to live, in their minds, those hardships and those struggles endured by early settlers, these later arrivals might have a better appreciation of the wonderful era in which they live, and would be less inclined to think that the U.S. government owes them whatever they see fit to wish for without any struggle upon their part and would be less inclined to think that the government should subsidize them to meet their every coveted want.
    This building and its predecessor connect the present with the beginning of history in all of Southern Oregon; and there could be no more appropriate receptacle of the evidences which make history; and for this purpose this building is therefore dedicated.
Medford News, August 11, 1950, page 1


    For this event there was originally scheduled another speaker by the name of Phil Metschan, who resides in Portland. Phil never was a resident of Southern Oregon, but he had the good sense to come to Southern Oregon to select his life partner and in doing so he invaded one of the old pioneer families of Southern Oregon--that of Kaspar and Ellen Kubli. He took from the confines of that home Velene Kubli, and he took her to the wilds of Eastern Oregon and finally gravitated into the city of Portland. Prior to the time that he married into this distinguished and influential pioneer family Phil was singularly unknown, but when he allied himself with this good fortune his fame throughout the state of Oregon increased, and perhaps there is no man in the state of Oregon more widely known than Phil Metschan. It is with great regret that on this day we register the fact that Mr. Metschan could not fill the appointment of speaker upon this occasion.
    The management here was hard put to find somebody who would take the place of Phil Metschan, and they scanned the entire horizon of Jackson County, and without success, to find anyone with sufficient knowledge of pioneer history to function upon this occasion. In their deep distress they inflicted upon you the selection of myself to appear upon this occasion. That is why I am here.
    When I came to Jacksonville, Oregon as a very small boy, Jacksonville was the center of gravity of all Southern Oregon. There was no Central Point, no Medford, no Grants Pass and but little of Ashland. Jacksonville had approximately 3,000 people, and when the Oregon and California Railroad Company through the manipulation, and we may say chicanery, of its chief engineer located the railroad line where it now is, he inflicted a severe blow upon the future of Jacksonville. Not many years ago it was thought that Jacksonville would disappear from the face of the earth and be one of the ghost towns of the Pacific Coast, and it seemed at that period that Jacksonville should be confined in the museum as one of the interesting, old relics of bygone days. But in these latter years a veritable renaissance has hit the old town of Jacksonville, and it is on the way to resume its original pioneer figure. Everywhere around this old community there has been developed a new citizenship, and new and comfortable homes have been built that are better than most of the residences that were in Jacksonville when I first came here, and Jacksonville is to be congratulated that it has arisen from this ghost atmosphere of the past and has taken its place once more among the advancing cities of Southern Oregon.
    When I came here there was an old wooden courthouse standing where this building now is, and probably it was constructed along in the fifties. At any rate, it bore the evidences of the ravages of time. It was at the time concluded that a new courthouse should be constructed, and my memory recalls that there was a very violent controversy that arose over the construction of this building that stands here today. The county court at that time consisted of Silas J. Day, a resident of Jacksonville, and the two commissioners consisted of Robert Cook from Foots Creek and A. Alford of Talent, and because the railroad was then in process of construction through the place where Medford now stands, the majority of the citizens of the county believed that this courthouse should not be constructed where it is, but the matter should be submitted to a vote of the people as to whether  the old courthouse should avail for court purposes until the matter could be submitted to a consideration of the people. But Judge Day, being a resident of Jacksonville, and Robert Cook, having many warm friends in Jacksonville, voted to construct a new courthouse and entered into a contract with one L. S. P. Marsh for the construction of this building at a consideration of $37,000 and this building was thereupon constructed adversely to the wishes of most of the people of Jackson County. My recollection is that the cornerstone was laid in September, 1883. At that time I was working for my board at the brewery in Jacksonville, and I stopped a great many times while they were laying the bricks in the courthouse, and there was a man by the name of [James] T. Guerin, who was a very rapid bricklayer. he didn't belong to any bricklayer's union and therefore was not limited to the number of bricks he could lay, but he laid all the bricks he could during the day. And thus was this courthouse constructed.
    While this courthouse was being constructed the court was held in the city hall of Jacksonville, and about 1883 or 1884 [It was March 1883.] a murder was committed near Medford of a man by the name of William Justus, who, it was alleged, was killed by his son. This very eventful trial took place in the city hall, and I attended many of its sessions in the evening after coming from school. Justus was convicted and sentenced to the penitentiary for life, served fifteen years, and a few years ago was a resident of Medford. [John Justus served a little over seven years.] Subsequently, a man by the name of O'Neil killed a man in Ashland by the name of McDaniel, and that trial was a very eventful one. It took place in this courthouse.
    The former H. K. Hanna was the circuit judge who presided in each one of the trials. Judge Hanna, reputedly, because of a reversal in the Supreme Court of a celebrated case, resigned the position of circuit judge and was succeeded by L. R. Webster, a young lawyer just starting out to practice in this city and who was one of the prosecuting lawyers who prosecuted the case against the said John Justus for the murder of his father. Judge Webster served as circuit judge for eight years. He was first appointed to succeed Judge Hanna and then was elected for one six-year term, when he retired.
    It may seem a little far-fetched to the people who are listening here that an interesting and far-reaching event occurred in this old courthouse when Judge L. R. Webster was circuit judge. He was a very fine, honorable judge of a satin-finish character, scrupulously honest. One E. J. Kaiser was the editor of a paper in Ashland called the Valley Record, and this man Kaiser published a very scurrilous article against Webster accusing him of corruption upon the bench in some of the decisions which Webster rendered. It so incensed Webster that he issued a bench warrant for Kaiser and sentenced him to jail for contempt of court. Therein Webster made a mistake. Under the law he would have no right summarily to send a man to jail for contempt of court unless the contempt was committed in the presence of the court while it was in session, and if the contempt were committed at some other time against the court when it was not in session proceedings before the grand jury would be necessary before a man could be convicted of that kind of an offense. Webster failed to resort to the required procedure against Kaiser. Kaiser took an appeal to the Supreme Court, and, while the Supreme Court castigated Kaiser for his accusation against Webster, it reversed the case and freed Kaiser from the conviction of contempt. This incident really ripened into a matter of national consequence. That year when Webster went off the bench the Republican state convention nominated Webster for attorney general. George E. Chamberlain was then district attorney for Multnomah County, and the Democrats nominated Chamberlain for attorney general against Webster. Kaiser proceeded to array all of the newspapers in the state of Oregon against Webster excepting one, and that one was very lukewarm in favor of Webster; and while Webster would have been elected had it not been for the Kaiser incident, he was defeated by 240 votes, and George Chamberlain was on his way to national distinction.
    Chamberlain was re-elected attorney general, then elected governor and then went to the United States Senate and served as the chairman of the Military Affairs Committee of the U.S. Senate during the World War I, the most important committee in the world. Chamberlain attained very great distinction in that position. Verily, "A pebble in the streamlet scant has turned the course of many a river." What the political future of Oregon may have been but for the incident which arose in this courthouse no one can ever conjecture, but so far as personal effect was concerned it had very far-reaching consequences. Judge Webster went to Portland and for two terms served as county judge in that county.
    When the old wooden courthouse was first erected along in the fifties the federal court was held here in that courthouse, and Matthew P. Deady was the judge. When the state was admitted to the Union, P. P. Prim became judge of this circuit, which consisted of Jackson, Josephine, Lake and Klamath counties. He served in that capacity for twenty years, retiring to be succeeded by the former Judge H. K. Hanna. This former Judge Hanna was a striking character. He had coal-black eyes and snow-white hair and always had the courage of his convictions. While the judge was on the bench the taxation of the railroad through Jackson County became an issue, and a suit was brought by the railroad company to reduce the assessment to less than the then-assessed value per mile, and the case came before Judge Hanna for trial and determination. A new circuit judge would be elected the fall following the time this case came on for trial, and the then-court judge and one of the then-county commissioners sought to influence Judge Hanna to decide that railroad tax case the way they wanted it decided. The county judge and one commissioner filed into Hanna's office in this old courthouse and proposed to him that if he would decide this railroad tax case their way they would see that the was nominated for circuit judge again on the Democratic ticket and elected. During the time this case was up for consideration I happened to be county clerk, and the judge advised me of the attempt to corrupt him that was made by the county judge and the commissioner. He told me that he grabbed up a chair, and he called them a few names you wouldn't find in the Ladies' Home Journal or the Saturday Evening Post and ran them out of the office. Hanna was nominated on the independent ticket and elected that fall, and from there on had the excellent good sense to belong to the Republican Party until the day he died.
    It is impossible to chronicle all the interesting incidents that took place in this building, and they were not all sad and they were not all cool, calculated opinions based upon contested statements of causes of action and issues of facts connected with trial. Many of them were of a humorous character, and I am sure that this audience will not consider me presumptuous if I relate an occurrence in which I was the victim of the humorous aspect of an incident in the trial of a divorce case in this building. A prominent attorney of Medford brought a suit for divorce for a man whom we shall call Smith, and the wife of this man Smith employed me to defend her in this suit for divorce. The case came on for trial on a blixenly hot day in July. The bailiff of the court placed a pitcher of ice water on the ledge of the judge's desk for the court and the attorneys. During the progress of the case the plaintiff's attorney placed upon the witness stand a man who I thought had made several overdrafts on the truth, and I gave him an unhappy half hour on cross-examination and he was much relieved to vacate the witness stand. The next witness which the attorney for the plaintiff placed upon the stand was the wife of the preceding witness, and while the other attorney was asking this wife the perfunctory questions of what is your name, your age, and your residence I rose from my position and was about to step over to the judge's desk to take a drink of water from this pitcher and the witness immediately stopped in her testimony and pointing her finger at me she said, "Now you sit down. I don't want you to go after me. I've got heart trouble and I might die, you old thing, you!" Everybody in the courtroom, including the judge on the bench, broke out into laughter excepting myself. All of this evidence was taken down by the court reporter, excepting that tone of voice when she said, "You old thing, you!" He didn't get that tone of voice in the record.
    Within the recollection of most of the listeners here there was tried in this courthouse the celebrated DeAutremont case in which the DeAutremont brothers were accused of the murder of the engineer, fireman, brakeman and United States postal clerk in a holdup of the passenger train in the Siskiyou tunnel about twenty-five years ago. This case was one of the most spectacular cases ever tried in Oregon and received nationwide consideration. Newspapers from all over the coast had their reporters present at the trial, and we had a long table in the space reserved for the attorneys for the accommodation of the reporters. Newton C. Chaney was the district attorney, but he never lifted his voice in the trial of the case, and the state, through G. M. Roberts and George Neuner, prosecuted the defendants. I was one of the attorneys for the defendant in that case, but I was employed and officiated in the case for ornamental purposes only.
    In this old courthouse there were incidents of joy, of sorrow, of inexpressible griefs and of heartaches that were almost unendurable. They, too, are a part of the history of this old building. It is unfortunate that these very interesting events that took place in this old building cannot be enshrined in this museum as fragrant recollections of the past. But they can only be perpetuated in the recollection of those who happened to live through that eventful period, and I happened to be one of them. When we stop to consider all of the very stirring and interesting things that took place in this courthouse that now are nothing more than memories, it seems entirely appropriate that this old courthouse should be employed as a museum for the preservation of those relics of times gone by that can be preserved, and in the vault of this old courthouse there be perpetuated these old records of important events for present and future generations to contemplate, to muse over, and if possible to be able to imagine living through those eventful occurrences. How wonderful would it be if all the stirring events as they occurred in this building could be reproduced in the order of their occurrence for the benefit of future generations. It is too bad that the heroic struggles of the pioneers who came to this country cannot also be visualized in picture for the present generation of youth and the present citizenship to show what hardships they bore in making this a great country, and it is too bad through the evidences of those struggles endured by those early settlers, these later arrivals might have a better appreciation of the wonderful era in which they live, and would be less inclined to think that the U.S. government owes them whatever they see fit to wish for without any struggle upon their part and would be less inclined to think that the government should subsidize them to meet their every coveted want.
    This building and its predecessor connect the present with the beginning of history in all of Southern Oregon; and there could be no more appropriate receptacle of the evidences which make history; and for this purpose this building is therefore dedicated.
"Southern Oregon Historical Society," address of Gus Newbury, August 5, 1950 at the dedication of the Jacksonville Museum, Oregon Historical Society, September 1950, pages 223-227

    Gus Newbury, 85, one of the best-known attorneys in Southern Oregon and a familiar figure in Jackson County for more than 70 years, died last night.
    He had been in ill health for a number of months, and had been staying at the county farm home. A native of East Liberty, Pa., Mr. Newbury was born on March 27, 1870.
    He arrived in Jacksonville, then the county seat of Jackson County, at the age of 12 in 1881. For a number of years, starting at the age of 16, he taught school there and later, starting in 1893, served as county superintendent of schools for seven years. During this period he was reading law, and, entirely self-taught, he passed the state bar examination in 1903.
Long Career
    This began a long and colorful practice of law, during which he had broad trial experience both in criminal and civil cases. One of them was the famous d'Autremont case, in which he served as a defense attorney. The case was the last important trial held in the old courthouse, now the Jacksonville museum.
    At one time he was county clerk, and in addition was known for his association with fraternal organizations. In 1906 he joined the Elks lodge, and was grand exalted ruler of the Medford lodge in 1917 and 1918. On each of his more recent birthdays, he has been honored by other past exalted rulers of the lodge, the most recent occasion last March.
    He also was a member of various Masonic orders, and was a member of Hillah temple of the Shrine.
    Survivors include a daughter, Mrs. Maude R. Mehaffey, Antioch, Calif., and a son, Carl, Lafayette, Calif., who arrived in Medford today; five grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, and a daughter-in-law, Mrs. Don R. Newbury. His son Don, also a well-known Medford attorney, with whom he was associated in practice, died in 1952.
Funeral Thursday
    Funeral services will be at 2 p.m. Thursday, July 28, at the Perl funeral chapel, with the Rev. John Reynolds, of the First Presbyterian Church, officiating. Elks lodge members will participate in later services conducted by past exalted rulers of the lodge, who will serve as pall bearers.
    Members of the Jackson County bar today paid tribute to Mr. Newbury for his long service, for an outstanding and keen wit, and for a strong sense of loyalty to his friends. He was both interested and active in Republican politics and in lodge activities, his friends reported.
    They characterized him as a pioneer, a human figure who loved life and his state, and who had won his way in his chosen profession the hard way, despite many years of partial illness.
Medford Mail Tribune, July 27, 1955, page 1