New Britain herald., 1918-05-31
E. Matthews and Captain c. H. Beat on read General Logans orders.
Tribute to Boys of IS.

; Tribute to Boys of IS.
 As Mayor Quigley rose to address the assem blaze Mrs. Cora Hum Ed dy, president of the Stanley Woman's s Relief Corps stepped forward and presented the mayor with a wreath asking that he accept it in behalf of the city as a token of memorial for the Is New Britain boys who have already died in the present great war. The moment was not without it's dra- matic feature and there was emotion in his voice as Mayor Quigley replied. "On behalf of the citizens of New Britain, and on behalf of the moth CTS and fathers of New Britain boys who have given their lives in this war, I accept this beautiful wreath ' The mayor then delivered his address, part of which follows:
 We are gathered here today, and I know the veterans of the Civil war will not take it amiss when I say it, to do honor not only to those veterans of '61 and '65 and '9S, but also to honor the boys of 1918 who are now giving their lives on the western front in France.
 This is no time for idle boasting.
 
 because we have won victories in past wars that we are going to win easily in the present war. This is a time for united action. Do you realize that France has lost ? 100000 men thus far, which is one-ffth of the population of that country, and if the United States gives an equal pro- portion, it means that 3,600 New Britain boys, one fifth of our popu- 1ation, will never return. Are you prepared to make the sacrifice? I think you are. l think the fathers. mothers, sisters, brothers and sweet hearts of those brave boys fighting on the western front would gladly make the sacrifice if need be. Those boys are fighting for you and for me and our sisters and daughters, that the honor, innocence and virtue of those women may ever be preserved.
 Those boys are out to redeem England. France, Russia, Belgium and Serbia Do you know that in those countries, the people are wait ing and waiting for the United States to throw her forces into the breach against the Hun? They need us and our boys are willing to make the sac rifice. Let none ever talk peace un-
  ruins of Berlin. I want peace. Every one wants peace, but let there be no peace until the Hun is crushed, once and for all as power for good or evil Let us make the sacrifice. Let us bury $500 boys from this city if need be- Let every other house in the city bear crepe, but let there be no peace until the Hun is crushed"
 
 In his talk. Postmaster Delaney spoke as follows:
 This is Memorial Day." he began We honor and revere our soldier dead every day in the year. but on May 30 we gather to make public profession of the love we bear for their memory. There has never been a Memorial Day like this at least not within the memory of the late gener- ations. As we gather here to pay tribute to the memory of the brave men who fought and died for the liberty of this country, all nations seem mad. Cities are destroyed, people are ravaged, civilization ap- pears to be tottering in the balance, and all that stands between the world and chaos is the humanity, rravery and patriotism of the Amer ican boys.
 For you veterans. today should not be one of sorrow. of grieving, but rather a day of rejoicing. Let me wipe from your eyes the mist of years. You recall the rumors of war some fifty-seven years ago. You were then strong, vigorous boys of eighteen, nineteen, twenty. There was light in your eyes. a color In your cheeks. There were no gray hairs, no wrinkles. Sumpter was fired on and then came the call for volun- teers. You talked to your chum and decided to enlist. Your chest swelled With patriotism. You longed to fight for the Union. Then, breaking the news at home. Father was proud of his boy, glad to see that he had the right spirit. But mother, that was the hard part. She hated to part with you. She feared for your safety; but finally, proudly, generously, she gave her boy to her country. Then, the marching away, the troop train, the camps, the drilling, the long marches. Finally, the call to arms, the leap into the hell of battle. Then, the accounting. Brother, chum, dear friend-gone. Then. more long marches, more hard fighting, another call, and back into the fight. Finally, victory came. You had fought and won one of the greatest fights that has ever been written into the pages of history. Eloquent tongues have +o11 rf