PFISTER, Alfred John (Al)

Prescott Evening Courier, Prescott, Arizona Tuesday, December 29, 1936, page 1, column 3 Pfister Loses Fight For Life Al. J. Pfister, 32, agent in the Prescott Territory for The Texas Company, died at 1 o'clock this morning in Mercy hospital of pneumonia after an uphill and losing fight since Christmas eve, when he was placed in an oxygen tent. He had been in the hospital since December 21. Saturday it was thought he would pass the crisis and for a time there was hope that he might take a turn for the better but as the week-end brought no improvement and Monday brought a delirious condition it became known his death was but a matter of hours. The tragedy of his death is the fact that besides his widow, Roberta, the former 'Bobby; McDonnell, he leaves two young sons, Alfred John, Jr., now three years of age, and Herman Frederick, just 19 months old. Other survivors are two sisters, Mrs. S. W. Evans, who lives in the Granite Dells section, and Mrs. Sophie Rush of Venice, Calif., who has been notified of the death but it is not known if he will come here for the services. Pending word from Mrs. Rush, rites are being held in abeyance at the Lester Ruffner Funeral Home, but burial will take place in Mountain View cemetery, probably Thursday afternoon. Al Pfister came to Prescott 11 years ago from his native Louisiana (he was born in New Orleans, February 21, 1904) on account of the ill health of his brother, Herman, with whom he operated a service station at the corner of North Washington and East Gurley street. It was operated several years as Pfister Brothers Service station. Then Al became the agent for The Texas company, about six years ago. His brother died in September, 1933. The following January, their mother, Mrs Sophie Pfister who had come here from Louisiana with the boys, also died. They are buried in Mountain View cemetery and beside them Al Pfister's remains will be placed. He once belonged to the Prescott Kiwanis club. At the time of his death he was a member of Prescott Elks Lodge No. 339. 'Al' as everybody called him, was well and favorably known in this part of Arizona. That he died just when he seemed to be getting a real 'break' in life after so many disappointments and sorrows makes it doubly misfortune, a host of friends will agree.