The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1908-06-04

49, - A'AA g Sto1n1eoS nag, the ad-
miration Of the world, foated over all
our land and until every. human being
beneath it s folds was absolutely free,
/ Gratitude for the great sacrifices
made in our behalf by those who sleen
admiration for their valor and pity for
their death are in our hearts today.
Oh what did they not suffer and endure
the poor silent eloquent soldier
dead
| The ones who staid at home pass
i've, unable by any act of theirs to
speed the fight, or help the cause. had
almost a harder part to bear. Day af
ter day the wires flashed the news that
an important battle had been lost.
Day after day the sickening list of dead
and wounded appeared in the papers and
1.-THE eye wandering over the names.
eagerly looking, dreading to find, would
+ be arrested, dimmed, overfowed with
tears by sight of name well known
and loved, indicating by it, position
that he who bore it was either groan-
ing from the agony of wound or freed
from pain forever. Day after day the
light of some happy home went out
with the death of some husband, father
or brother"
Adversely is woman s hour Trials.
misfortune, care ever call from her a
display of calm fortitude, a readiness
of administration, an ability to soothe,
which is shown in no other of God's
creatures. Unable to bear arms, un-
fitted for the fierce shock of conflict,
did our soldier women shrink in the
hour of need? Whenever a society was
organized for the supply Of food or
ralment for those who SO much needed
both she bore an active part. Were
nurses wanted in hospitals, there she
went and by her magic touch, her
soft voice and sweet presence brought
hope and joy and help to many poor
fellow who but for her had died.
/ "Bereft of manly aid she took the
place of man at home-she worked.
planned, devised, made the most of
little earnings, trained and educated
darling children and gave them into
father S arms on his return. We bless
our soldier women throughout the
war.
"a ray of light, dove of constant
presence.
lit is so sad to think of those who
have left us since the war ceased it's
deadly summons, tried, worn by the
ceaseless never ending strife of life one
after another have stepped from the
ranks not to return
" A few years more and only a few
lettering figures shall represent the
marching files of the Grand Army. A
year or two beyond that and there
shall fhtter by the window the last
empty sleeve.
Chief and private, private and chief
are alike powerless to resist the at
tacks OF time. In his relentless hold
strength weakens, rich red blood grows
pale, the pulses cease their beat. But
memory is the friend thai death can
call it's own and though death and
grief must come, memory on each recur-
ring Decoration Day will revert to |
those heroes of the war, who with
strong arms and brave hearts made
our land the land of the free.''
In closing Mr.. Baker said: "Today. |
over the graves of our martyred dead,
who in dying gave up life, we have
reason, it is proper, to indulge our Ma
tlonal pride-and could those who
sleep SO sweetly be in spirit-form
among us they would whisper 'EOur
sacrifice was not too great. Our reward
is ample. Our country through our,
death has lived and prospered. We are
more than content. What we and ours
have achieved, we want continued. We
with you living want our commerce ex-
tended more and more, we want capital
and labor working in harmony. We
want the laws enforced for rich and
poor alike. We want the education of
the masses black or white to extend all
over our domain. We want our coun-
try to rise still higher in the grade of
nations. We want to see her overtop-
ping all. We want the assurance of
that for which we fought in 1861.
"The Union Of Hearts, the Union of
hands
The Union of Home none shall sever;
The Union of States, the Union of
Land,
And the flag Of our Union forever
BROTHER WAS HORSE THIEF