The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1912-01-10

They have been with us in many scenes,
And often gave us pork and beans,
With delicious, coffee, ice cream and cake
And if you please, cheese and other food
not hard to take.
They help us keep Memorial day at the
close Of spring,
And furnish wreaths and flowers, and
hero's virtues sing.
Then let us toast these ladies fair. each
man a glass In hand,
And may their fame as heroines ne'er fail
in Forest land.
stow Post and The Omrades.
Twas years ago in eighteen eighty two,
Stow Post was formed of soldiers good
and true,
In gathering the boys, as look back,
The most industrious was comrade Dan
Black.
Although this is true you will please bear
in mind,
Captain Daniel S, Knox was not far be-
hind,
Who full of enthusiasm, you may take
my word,
Corralled all the boys of the grand old
Eighty-third.
He towed them into camp, they made
And other soldiers too, made up George
Stow Post,
1t was called by the state department No.
PA,
And soon had on its rolls nine ty.two or
more.
Now at this time our Post was full OF
glory,
In members strong as can tell the story,
Grand TINA a THAR m
ings,
To be among the boys, and hear their
cheerful greetings.
Call the roll of the Post cried the COM
mander last May,
But Obi it was sad how many were miss
ing that day,
Let us then call the names of those who
were here.
When they enlisted whose memory with
others we revere.
Capt, Stow, James Thompson, Wentworth,
Capt. Knox and Hill,
Johnson, Weingard. Osgood, VIM. ken
burg and others STILL
J.G. Root and James Huddleson all good
soldiers and true,
Are remembered indeed by most all Of
you.
But few of that old guard on earth do
roam,
Web Clark and Bill Lawrence brought
the boys home,
But many the comrades they left behind,
John Harrington, Jake Shriver and 9TH
ers we mind.
Pete oonver, Major Mulkins and Sergt.
Stadine,
Were as good true soldiers as the earth
has ever aaan
Dan McClintock, Jacob Gents, Nick
Thompson and Alb Kinney,
Were all good men that fought in Old
Virginny.
Foreman, Andrews, Fitzgerald, Kennis-
ton and McCray,
Have all left us here as has Sutley Syl-
vester j..
]. B. Agnew, Alf Hill and Tyrrel all
good and brave,
Slumber and sleep In the good hero's
grave.
Butler and Stroup and DR.. j. w. Morrow,
Have gone to that land not clouded with
sorrow,
While HOovler, Capt. Clark, Garfield and
Bovard,
Were part in times past Of the nations
grand guard.
Dunn, Sutton, John Wilson and others
know,
Have gone to the land where the bright
waters flow,
Fred Glassner, Henry Ellers and August
Weingard,
Do peacefully sleep in St Bartholomew
church yard.
j. G. Root, Downing, Ikenburg, osgood
and John Rhoads,
nd Nnnnar ha- Aal Oh an1
for their abodes,
While Joseph Mong, Fenstermaker and
Zuck you see,
Do peacesully rest In Mt. Zion Cemetery.
The roll is not ended, Adjutant, there
are still,
Blocher, Bingham and Walters who sleep
at Newmansville,
Then there is on the list, as most of you
know,
Two soldiers who fought for freedom long
long ago.
Lieut.. John Range, and the first Daniel
Harrington,
Who fought for our Freedom with the
great Washington,
OF the war of 1872 John Root can name,
And young Harold Sharpe of the late war
with Spain.
Are these the boys who did once leap and
play,
And whose spirits were bright as sum-
mer day,
Who when the war drums were heard in
the land,
Rushed to the standard like old Gideon 8
band.
Are these the boys who by valor fred,
Who burning with zeal and by duty in
spired,
At the sound of the trumpets, they raise
great cheer,
Don't say their voices had their force,
from copious draughts Of beer.
These cannot be the wild boys who 30
often did go,
From their camp at night to where south
ern crops did grow,
Full of love, but not music then they hur-
ry away.
To the still starlit field where the ripe
melons lay.
These comrades all knew when they went
out after dark,
The difference between a sheep and fat
mudlark,
A foraeer indeed was a mighty poor ex-
Cnse,
That could not tell the darkest night a
turkey from goose.
Some of these poor men seem furrowed
and gray,
And the bloom of youth from their cheeks
has fled away,
But their hearts are still young, know
this for TRUTH
They are my comrades good, dear friends
of my youth.