The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1918-11-28
MONROE.

| F. F. Palmer Of U. S. Naval Reserve,
spent Sunday with his parents.
| Miss Ida NJ Curtis of Fairfield is the
guest of her cousin, Miss Abbie Littletleld.
There will be services at the church
Dec. list by Rev. F. S. Dollitf OF jack
son.
Cadet c. W. Dickey lAt Thursday,
Nov. 21st, for Urbana, ILL.,, for his dis
| charge.
The following eulogy was recently read
in Morning Light Grange by Eva Nealley:
against the danger that we dread,
! Against the thought that he is dead,
Through it has conceive have the pride
Of knowing that he put aside
| All selfish pleasures and was glad
To give the Flag the best he had.
( "We are met tonight to pay last tribute
of honor and respect to our worthy friend
and brother, Charles Flanders Arbuckle.
It was with much sorrow that the news
of his passing out was received by ms
many friends in this and surrounding
towns and to those in the neighborhood
in which his young manhood was spent
his death comes as direct loss to all, for
| he was always a welcome guest in every
home. None who knew him there will
ever forget his ready wit, his happy
whole-souled laugh and his ready sym
pathy. He first came among us at ABOUT
! the age of IL years, homeless BOY Win
no relatives of whom he had any knoWl-
edge. He did not long lack friends, how.
ever, for by his upright ways, his KIND
thoughtfulness for his foster parents and
for all indeed with whom he associated,
he soon won the warm friendship OF all
who knew him.
When the freedom of the world be-
came menaced he early enlisted in the
Canadian Army and he met his death on
the battlefield. We learn that he died
while bravely doing his duty While
the lines were being shelled by the enc
nv the dugout in which he and two
Others were concealed was blown up by
bursting shell and death came Instant
ly to all.
Now that he, with so many other boys,
lies sleeping in Flanders Fields that
beautiful poem seems like direct mes
sage, not only from it's author but from
our own dear brother and others who lie
resting there.
In Flanders Fields the peoples grow
| Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place. While in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly,
| Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved
And now we lie in Flanders Fields.
Take I'D our quarrel with the foe,
To you from falling hands
We throw the torch, be yours to hold
it high.
If We break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep
Though peoples bloom in Flanders Fields.
It is not conceivable that we could
break faith with those who gave their
lives for this great cause, and somewhere
I am sure they will know the torch has
been held high and victory attained by
those to whom they beQueathed this great
duty, which they were obliged to leave
unfinished. :,
Hove to think as l look at the golden
star on our service flag that it but typi-
! fies the Golden life which our brother and
many other brave boys will lead in the
Great Beyond, for what more can one do
than five his life for humanity.
A Gloom was cast over the little town
of Monroe. Saturday, Nov. 23rd, when q
teleoram. was received stating that Corp.
Chester Evans, Co. I, lOSrd INIT was
killed in action, Nov. 5th. It il crush.
ing blow. to his parents ana SISTER ana