Holman - Jesse Lynch
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Review, Aug 18, 1883
Col. Jesse Lynch Holman died on his farm near Aurora, Indiana in the early part of the week.
He was graduated from Wabash College in the class of '49.
For many years he was the warm friend of the editor of this paper.
They had roomed together during one college year.
He was the son of Judge Holman, one of the earliest jurists of Indiana and brother of Hon. William S. Holman, one of Indiana's most useful Member of Congress and Mrs. Allen Hamilton of Ft. Wayne.
Many old citizens of Crawfordsville still remember him.
He was a man of rare talents, grasping and retentive, self-confident and dominant, combative and courageous, strong and brilliant, but withal, fairly eccentric.
He was the finest writer in college and thought he could think best and reach the choicest flowers of expression in a room filled with smoke.
He and his roommate had two pitched battles about it.
Chunks of smoking beech, pulled out on the hearth of the Franklin stoves, used in the old dormitories, as a preparation for wooing the muses was a marvelous phantasy (sic).
He had also an insane admiration for the raccoon.
It is not a tidy animal or designed by nature to make a clean room as voluptuous as a jar of roses.
That wayward passion of this strange and gifted student, resulted in a final decree of divorce between him and his roommate.
These were eccentricities......(sorry, this was cut off).