The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-08-29
MEMBERS OF ETH [. '. HOLD ANNUAL REUNION Hundred and Fifteen Have Suc- cessful Outing at Savin
 Rock.
THE BEST MEETING EVER
Wallace I. Foote Elected Pres ident, Succeeding Albert
 Bradley.

In numbers, in spirit and in general good time the thlrty-ninth annual re- union Of the Twenty seventh Connecti- cut volunteers yesterday at the Hotel Sea View. Savin Rock, surpassed all previous years ! At dinner 115 sat down to enjoy a l feast of reason and flow of soul, under l the Inspiring command of the toast l master William w. Price, who was privileged to introduce some prominent after dinner speakers. | They were General Sloat of Washing 1 ton, ex-Mayor Hendricks Lieutenant | Harmount, General Embler Captain Estabrook and Thomas Hendrickson Parson Isbell recited. l The badges worn were distinguished 1 by button with three leaf clover, l the sign of the First division of the Second Army corps under General Han- cock.
 The officers elected were: | Wallace I. Foote | Secretary-Charles F. Smith, | Treasurer--William ". Price. l The executive committe was selected | two from each company, the members ! widely scattered over the state. | During the year fifteen had died among whom were five from Company l A. This company was recruited largely l from the New Haven GTays, and has l lost this year Colonel s. J. Fox, Sher- man S. Thompson, both of New Haven,
 
 Retiring President Albert Bradley read with feeling the following orig inal poem to the gathering:
 No war in heaven. for. all is love; | No discipline is needed there, No swift artillery to move,
 No infantry to charge and fire. Time works no changes in that place, | No soldiers there to stand on guard, | NTn I,at.. r1 Fnn | No warning guns, no prison yard, No fall inp from commanding lips
 Will reach that place we shall abide, No pontoon bridge of warlike ships i To cross the Rappahannocks tide. No old, condemned, stale Austrian guns l To check an enemys advance, Placed in the hands of patriot sons
 For victory not the ghost of chance. No blizzard snow like Acquia creek,
 With misery and suffering untold; Frail shelter tents flung on asstick
 To shield us from the biting cold. No detail for the picket line
 To guard against advancing foes; | No sick call at the tent at nine 1 To cite multitude of woes.
 No Gettysburg with wheat fields white, l UT HOunulOp I1Hl DN DlOOu llduG Itut No comrades falling in fierce fight, No lovely Merwin numbered with the l dead.
 No canteen filled with poisonous stuff, If drank. will on each comrade tell, Not thinking when they get enough Of that rank beverage of hell. No wounded soldier ever seen
 For whiskey called when dire dis tressed,
 Pure water from the old canteen
 Quenched burning thirst and gave him rest, Soon the last comrade of our band Will silent be in earth's concerns; Sad and alone, march to that land
 From whence no traveller returns, o Thou great God, past finding out Send back some comrade from Thy spheres
 To tell us never more to doubt The bliss of the eternal years. And bid us never to forget
 The greatest victory known as yet Was that which over death was won On Calvary's field and by Thy Son, ALBERT BRADLEY.
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