The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1923-07-06
SUPPORTING
THE HONOR
OF new HOPE

IN "A little Western town not long
ago they We're to unveil monument
TO the boys of that locality who had
given their services in the World
War Ganvassing committees had
worked earnestly to secure the funds
with which to pay for the memorial.
Committees had stiiven earnestly to
make the affair a lasting testimonial
Of their people for their gratitude to
the boys who had stood on the from
tiers of civilization and defended their
lives and homes.
The crowd was assemblies; the
band was nlayinp; the white cloth
that draped the monument fluttered
gently in the breeze like the whisper
cd breath of the departed boys who
gave their all on the fields Of France;
a breath that seemed to whisper a
henediction ON those who were soon
to look upon the memorial that was
10 stand thru nights and days, thru
suns and storms and countless years.
The master Of ceremonies stepped
TO the edge Of the platform; the band
ceased playing; there was breath
less silence while the crowd waited;
he cleared his throat and opened
manuscript he carried in his hand.
"Ou this paper Is written the names
Of those who have made IL possible
for this memorial to be erected he
said, And one, by one he read the
names. When he came TO the end
he hesitated, then resumed, "But this
is not enough. And the balance
needed is 80 small you mny think it
audacious to name II here. But this
Is your memorial you should know
It's history from beginning to end.
We could have easily made up the
balance among the committee. Bnt
this Is your privilege. Here ON this
spot, made sacred by sacrifice, we
have reserved this last opportunity
for bonoring your defenders. The
bhiHnct HttHtu - Fisfo
In the silence that succeeded this
statement, there was rustic In the
crowd. Before anyone could speak,
little old woman, with sparse gray
hair and bowed head, stepped into the
open space before the platform, So
frail was she thai it seemed even the
gentle breeze could have lifted her
from the spot. The black silk dress
of ancient style seemed TO be sup
porting her upright. The almost
transparent fingers fluttered for "A
moment with the old patent leather
purse, and then were raised to the
spo alSer The fragile face that was
raised to him was filled with thous-
and wrinkles, thru which the tears
ran in streams But the faded old
eyes had grown bright with devotion
and sacrifice. She tried to speak but
her voice broke. And rs the speaker
stopped, tears in his own eyes, to take
the money from her hands, he heard
her whisper, For the honor Of our
village Then she tainted.
Have you contributed to the honor
Of your town? Have you paid the
prize of your patriotism TO see your
town honored by fitting memorial
to yonr sons who did their share
when the call came?
This isn't rich mans project. The
memorial to be erected IN New Hope
TO her soldier sons is labor Of love
for every heart. You should feel a
burning shame if your own heart does
not prompt your hand In the helping.
The greater the number Of the con-
tributions, the greater the honor to
New Hope,
Give what you can to j. P. Borden,
d. b. Obliilger Mrs. Charles Janney,
Mr.. Worthington at the Bank. More
funds are needed TO make this mo-
mortal fitting testimonial for your
town.
We print again the list Of rtames TO
be inscribed on the memorial. II
there are others, please send them to
Mrs. Janney If your SON or brother
or sweetheart Is on this list, see that
you name is also on the list of sub
scrcibers.
HONOR ROLL
Dedicated to the Sons of New Hope
in the World War
19l7-191S