The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1911-06-01
PAID TRIBUTE TO DEAD HEROES.

Tuesday was a fine Memorial day,
though cloudy in the morning it clear
ed up, and the day was clearand pleas
ant. The graves of soldiers dead in
the local cemeteries were decorated
with flowers the preceding day and in
the forenoon.
In the forenoon the parade to Cal
vary cemetery took place where the
program as published was carried out.
A large crowd participated in the ex-
ercises. At o'clock the parade form
ed at St. Boniface church and led by
the Marine band marched TO the ceme-
terry. District Attorney John j. Healy
was the principal speaker. Mr.. Healy's
address was splendid effort and con-
tanned many good thoughts and well
rounded sentences and was delivered
in an entertaining manner.
In the afternoon the parade formed
at the courthouse at two o'clock and
marched to Evergreen cemetery. The
procession was led by school children,
followed by Marine band, civil war
veterans, Spanish war veterans, Com
pany Fl, city officials Glee Club, Choir
al Union and Concordia societies and
citizens in automobiles and carriages
At the cemetery the program as
previously arranged was carried out
and every number on the program was
well rendered. Mayor Stole, presi-
dent of the day, delivered brief but
thoughtful address. Lincoln's Gettys-
burg Address was read by f. G. Buer-
static. The address of the day was de-
livered by Judge Anderson, who re-
ferred to the strenuous times of the
civil war and complimented the brave
men who went to the front and fought
for the preservation of the union.
In conclusion the speaker said in
part: "The men and women of 80
years ago are fast disappearing. The
steps of those who remain are becom-
ing feeble, their heads are white with
the snow that never melts and in ten
years more two generations will have
come and passed since they enacted
the scenes to which | have referred.
The Grand Army is passing away.
Year by year the number of these who
come here to assist in these ceremonies
grows less and there are those before
me who will see the last veteran to ap-
pear on the platform. But as we pass
we bequeath to you and each of you
and to generations yet unborn, rich
and large and priceless legacy, first,
the glorious recollectons of the great
leaders developed 10y the war: the
memory of more than three hundred
thousand men of lesser note who laid
down their lives that the nation might
live: the memory of the glorious ex-
ample of self sacrifice of the men and
women who inhabited this land half a
century ago and who have mostly
passed to the great beyond and if in
Gods providence you are called to pass
through some great national crisis
emulate the example they have set
for you. And we give and devise to
you the results of our etforts-an uu-
divided, united country and lastly we
give to your keeping forever, the flag
the flag we followed in battle. You
do not realize what it stands for. To
one it means Vicksburg and the man
who fell around it as he led his regi-
ment, to another Gettysburg, to an
other Kenesaw and an empty sleeve.
We give it to you with all the old
stars and many new ones, cherish it,
protect it, raise it yet higher among
the nations. 1t is the hope of oppress.
ed humanity"
After returning from the cemetery
members of the G.. A. r. were enter
tanned in the church hall of the NJ. E.
church by the ladies of the city. Lun-
cheon was served from 5 to T. The
choral union was present and enter
tanned the veterans with war songs.
Graeme O'Geran, a high school student
and grandson of Gen. Harvey Graham,
acted as toastmaster. Judge Anderson,
j. f. Rearden, F.. G. Brerstat.e, Rev.
Grether, Henry Schmidt and others re-
sponded to toasts. The remarks of
the toastmaster who is only a school
boy would have done credit to men,
ber of the high school faculty. Among
other things Mr.. O'Geran said:
Comrades, you are the men, who in
the surging flood of youth preserved
to us this great and glorious Union.
AS ! paused at the entrance of this
Gods Holy Temple, this afternoon, my
gaze wandered, and rested on our own
Union Park, from which half century
ago echoed forth the clear call of the
trumpet, and the muflled tramp of feet,
as the recruits grimly prepared for
that inevitable hour when the call to
arms would resound through the land
and-what night was that, when the
the roar of musketry and boom of can
non crashed through the sulen south
ern night lighting up the northern
heavens. The awful hour for which
you had been preparing had dawned.
Sumpter had fallen, the war was on.
Comrades you remember well that
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