The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-27
MEMORIAL SERVICES
FlR IN0 SOLDIERS
I erbaugh Church People
Honor Mac Mortified,
Harry Shuttlesworth.

A memorial service was held at
Z everhatigh church on the evening Of
Eebru4ry 90, in honor OF Mac Merri-
1 tlesd and Harry Shuttlesworth, who
made the supreme sacrifice upon the
Z battle field in France.
appropriate music was rendered by
the Teyerbaugh and Harter Hill choir
combined under the direction OF Col
: bert Sturm with Miss Mabel Hubank
IS orEanist The program was as fol.
! lows:
Opening song, THE Dead Shall Rise
gain; " Invocation, r. E, Davis: song,
\ lt Is Well With Ny Soul;' address,
Fesths Parrish; song by choiT. Asleep
u Jesus; recitation, I'VE Shall Re.
member Them" Edna Brown: duet,
( flf Pm Not at the Roll CALI Mar.
tuerite Parrish and Herschal Board:
poem BY John shuttlesworth in mem
Srysof his brother Harry; address. Z.
A. Michaels; recitation, when the
Blue Star Turns TO Cold" Marguerite
Parrish: quartet. "I'll Garry Moth.
Sr's Bible Next to Ny Heart address,
s. y. Book; song by choir, Amer
Ica;" eulogy. Chas. shuttlesTorth;
male quartet, Sometime, Some
where;" elogium. Mrs. Edward Nc.
ElfFesh; song by choir, .Will There
Be Any Stars in MyNCtown?"
John Shuttlesworth's poem is as fol.
lows:
SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE.
He left his home in perfect health,
He looked so young and brave,
We little thought how soon he'd be
Laid in a soldiers grave.
Somewhere in France he is lying
OR may be on stale sod.
What a glory was his in dying
For Liberty, Country and God.
He dreaded not the battle field,
He went to make fierce vandals yield
Went like man, hero true
His part unselfishly to do.
our hearts now feel exultant pride
That for humanity he died.
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Our boy win never forgotten be.
"A precious one from us has gone.
"A voice we loved is stilled;
a place is vacant in our home
Which never can be filled.
Sleep on, dear brother, sleep,
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And there with all the ones that blest,
We'll meet you in the skies.
Yes. the dreadful message came.
Mamma took tat the door.
Private Harry killed IN action.
That was AL, II said no more.
In tho house dry eyed and peaceful,
Grief and pride the story told.
People passing paid 9 Tribute
When the blue star turned to gold.
Farewell brother, thou hast left US
IN this sinful world below:
But with Jesus you are resting
Up n heaven, there ! know.
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But again we hope to meet You
In a home beyond the skies.
Where We clasp our hands forever
And never have TO say goodbye.
Dear little nag with golden star
Stands for my brother who went afar,
Who gave his life for the red, white
and blue,
For the noblest cause we ever knew.
May the stars and stripes
OF Old Glory wave
Ger the grave Of q dear
One so true and brave.
All IS dark within our dwelling
Lonely is our hearts today.
For the one we loved so dearly
Has forever passed away.
And we listen. softly listen;
For q sound we cannot hear,
For the music of his footsteps
Never more will greet our ear.
Somewhere in France they buried him
Within a quiet lonely grave,
Unknown save by his fighting mates
Who cheered the cause he died to
save.
And for the sacrifice he gave
The stars and stripes
Shll proudly wave
" Somewhere In France.