Born in Street, Somersetshire, England. Son of Samuel Arthur Pegler and Mary Elizabeth Tucker. He died in 1961 at the age of 98 in Tucson, Arizona in a nursing home and is buried at Holy Hope Cemetery in an unmarked grave.
Arthur was one of six children. Arthur turned down a lucrative opportunity to be a wine merchant and emmigrated to the United States in 1882 on the ship "Assyrian Monarch." He was naturalized in 1893.
Arthur came to the United States with the hopes of being a farmer. The US government was offering free parcels of land in Iowa for those willing to farm it. Once he settled in Iowa and put his hand to the plow, he realized that his stocky build was not made for farming and he hung it up. He decided to be a journalist and became a very well known one even though journalists werent paid very well in those days. He wrote several plays which eventually hit Broadway. The most famous was called "Lost Little Sister" and it toured the entire United States.
Arthur married Frances A. Nicholson in 1889 in Minneapolis and they had 3 children: John Arthur Pegler, Westbrook Pegler (the famous Journalist) and sister Frances Margaret Pegler.
He was a very funny man with a thick British accent who would interrupt when he wanted to talk and would say, "May I please be permitted to speak."
He writes of his cross atlantic trip to the United States in 1882,"Crossing the atlantic in fourteen day boats of the early eighties wasrather an ordeal that a romantic adventure. Those vessels back then had no lucurious upper deck suites. There was nothing whatever deluxe about them, but they were ships...not floating hotels. Electric lighting remained, of course, a scientific chimera. Illumination was suppplied by bulkhead lanterns, always brilliantly polished as was required by tradition of Britain's proud merchant service but they were not much good to read by. Lower decks also had bulkhead lights, spaced very far apart.These served merely to emphasise the rat-ridden gloom of areas reserved for cargo. Steerage quarters, wherein thousands of now prosperous Americans or their forbears endured sea-going torments, would certainly be rejected today by any reasonable human live cattle shipper. Emigrants had to provide their own bedding. Only bare board bunks were furnished by shipping companies. That was in a period before the canning industry develped. Potatoes were shipped in sacks, meat in barrels. Too frequently the boiled salt beef or port revolted ordinarily hearty eaters. Bread was quite often moldy. Plum duff with an occasional raisin in it represented very special luxury. Today's third class trans-Atlantic tourist would certainly riot in contemplation of fare that was served to first cabin passengers 75 years ago."
He was the "Pioneer of Pioneers" and he had a magnificent way of turning nothing into something. Everything he touched became an important opportunity which fed the mouths of his wife and family.
He finally received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior prior to leaving this life. He is missed greatly by his grandson and great grandchildren.
We own him everything and would not be were we are today if he had not taken a chance and come to the United States.
Arthur was one of six children. Arthur turned down a lucrative opportunity to be a wine merchant and emmigrated to the United States in 1882 on the ship "Assyrian Monarch." He was naturalized in 1893.
Arthur came to the United States with the hopes of being a farmer. The US government was offering free parcels of land in Iowa for those willing to farm it. Once he settled in Iowa and put his hand to the plow, he realized that his stocky build was not made for farming and he hung it up. He decided to be a journalist and became a very well known one even though journalists werent paid very well in those days. He wrote several plays which eventually hit Broadway. The most famous was called "Lost Little Sister" and it toured the entire United States.
Arthur married Frances A. Nicholson in 1889 in Minneapolis and they had 3 children: John Arthur Pegler, Westbrook Pegler (the famous Journalist) and sister Frances Margaret Pegler.
He was a very funny man with a thick British accent who would interrupt when he wanted to talk and would say, "May I please be permitted to speak."
He writes of his cross atlantic trip to the United States in 1882,"Crossing the atlantic in fourteen day boats of the early eighties wasrather an ordeal that a romantic adventure. Those vessels back then had no lucurious upper deck suites. There was nothing whatever deluxe about them, but they were ships...not floating hotels. Electric lighting remained, of course, a scientific chimera. Illumination was suppplied by bulkhead lanterns, always brilliantly polished as was required by tradition of Britain's proud merchant service but they were not much good to read by. Lower decks also had bulkhead lights, spaced very far apart.These served merely to emphasise the rat-ridden gloom of areas reserved for cargo. Steerage quarters, wherein thousands of now prosperous Americans or their forbears endured sea-going torments, would certainly be rejected today by any reasonable human live cattle shipper. Emigrants had to provide their own bedding. Only bare board bunks were furnished by shipping companies. That was in a period before the canning industry develped. Potatoes were shipped in sacks, meat in barrels. Too frequently the boiled salt beef or port revolted ordinarily hearty eaters. Bread was quite often moldy. Plum duff with an occasional raisin in it represented very special luxury. Today's third class trans-Atlantic tourist would certainly riot in contemplation of fare that was served to first cabin passengers 75 years ago."
He was the "Pioneer of Pioneers" and he had a magnificent way of turning nothing into something. Everything he touched became an important opportunity which fed the mouths of his wife and family.
He finally received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior prior to leaving this life. He is missed greatly by his grandson and great grandchildren.
We own him everything and would not be were we are today if he had not taken a chance and come to the United States.
Born in Street, Somersetshire, England. Son of Samuel Arthur Pegler and Mary Elizabeth Tucker. He died in 1961 at the age of 98 in Tucson, Arizona in a nursing home and is buried at Holy Hope Cemetery in an unmarked grave.
Arthur was one of six children. Arthur turned down a lucrative opportunity to be a wine merchant and emmigrated to the United States in 1882 on the ship "Assyrian Monarch." He was naturalized in 1893.
Arthur came to the United States with the hopes of being a farmer. The US government was offering free parcels of land in Iowa for those willing to farm it. Once he settled in Iowa and put his hand to the plow, he realized that his stocky build was not made for farming and he hung it up. He decided to be a journalist and became a very well known one even though journalists werent paid very well in those days. He wrote several plays which eventually hit Broadway. The most famous was called "Lost Little Sister" and it toured the entire United States.
Arthur married Frances A. Nicholson in 1889 in Minneapolis and they had 3 children: John Arthur Pegler, Westbrook Pegler (the famous Journalist) and sister Frances Margaret Pegler.
He was a very funny man with a thick British accent who would interrupt when he wanted to talk and would say, "May I please be permitted to speak."
He writes of his cross atlantic trip to the United States in 1882,"Crossing the atlantic in fourteen day boats of the early eighties wasrather an ordeal that a romantic adventure. Those vessels back then had no lucurious upper deck suites. There was nothing whatever deluxe about them, but they were ships...not floating hotels. Electric lighting remained, of course, a scientific chimera. Illumination was suppplied by bulkhead lanterns, always brilliantly polished as was required by tradition of Britain's proud merchant service but they were not much good to read by. Lower decks also had bulkhead lights, spaced very far apart.These served merely to emphasise the rat-ridden gloom of areas reserved for cargo. Steerage quarters, wherein thousands of now prosperous Americans or their forbears endured sea-going torments, would certainly be rejected today by any reasonable human live cattle shipper. Emigrants had to provide their own bedding. Only bare board bunks were furnished by shipping companies. That was in a period before the canning industry develped. Potatoes were shipped in sacks, meat in barrels. Too frequently the boiled salt beef or port revolted ordinarily hearty eaters. Bread was quite often moldy. Plum duff with an occasional raisin in it represented very special luxury. Today's third class trans-Atlantic tourist would certainly riot in contemplation of fare that was served to first cabin passengers 75 years ago."
He was the "Pioneer of Pioneers" and he had a magnificent way of turning nothing into something. Everything he touched became an important opportunity which fed the mouths of his wife and family.
He finally received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior prior to leaving this life. He is missed greatly by his grandson and great grandchildren.
We own him everything and would not be were we are today if he had not taken a chance and come to the United States.
Arthur was one of six children. Arthur turned down a lucrative opportunity to be a wine merchant and emmigrated to the United States in 1882 on the ship "Assyrian Monarch." He was naturalized in 1893.
Arthur came to the United States with the hopes of being a farmer. The US government was offering free parcels of land in Iowa for those willing to farm it. Once he settled in Iowa and put his hand to the plow, he realized that his stocky build was not made for farming and he hung it up. He decided to be a journalist and became a very well known one even though journalists werent paid very well in those days. He wrote several plays which eventually hit Broadway. The most famous was called "Lost Little Sister" and it toured the entire United States.
Arthur married Frances A. Nicholson in 1889 in Minneapolis and they had 3 children: John Arthur Pegler, Westbrook Pegler (the famous Journalist) and sister Frances Margaret Pegler.
He was a very funny man with a thick British accent who would interrupt when he wanted to talk and would say, "May I please be permitted to speak."
He writes of his cross atlantic trip to the United States in 1882,"Crossing the atlantic in fourteen day boats of the early eighties wasrather an ordeal that a romantic adventure. Those vessels back then had no lucurious upper deck suites. There was nothing whatever deluxe about them, but they were ships...not floating hotels. Electric lighting remained, of course, a scientific chimera. Illumination was suppplied by bulkhead lanterns, always brilliantly polished as was required by tradition of Britain's proud merchant service but they were not much good to read by. Lower decks also had bulkhead lights, spaced very far apart.These served merely to emphasise the rat-ridden gloom of areas reserved for cargo. Steerage quarters, wherein thousands of now prosperous Americans or their forbears endured sea-going torments, would certainly be rejected today by any reasonable human live cattle shipper. Emigrants had to provide their own bedding. Only bare board bunks were furnished by shipping companies. That was in a period before the canning industry develped. Potatoes were shipped in sacks, meat in barrels. Too frequently the boiled salt beef or port revolted ordinarily hearty eaters. Bread was quite often moldy. Plum duff with an occasional raisin in it represented very special luxury. Today's third class trans-Atlantic tourist would certainly riot in contemplation of fare that was served to first cabin passengers 75 years ago."
He was the "Pioneer of Pioneers" and he had a magnificent way of turning nothing into something. Everything he touched became an important opportunity which fed the mouths of his wife and family.
He finally received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior prior to leaving this life. He is missed greatly by his grandson and great grandchildren.
We own him everything and would not be were we are today if he had not taken a chance and come to the United States.
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