West Virginia Wesleyan College - Murmurmontis Yearbook (Buckhannon, WV)

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om — imnnmr- 8 = OOOOOOOOOCZ MURMURMONTIS ' 20 = OOOOOOt= Z KJOOOOOOOOd = ooooooc: WAR ISSUE West Virginia Methodism has reason for sacred pride n the Wesleyan men who have gone forth to war for God. Six of them have made the supreme sacrifice. Lieut. Roy E. Parrish, whose home was at Clarksburg and who graduated at Wesleyan in the class of 1908, fell in action on the Western Front on July 22, 1918. Capt. Hoddie Wilbur Daniels, M. R. C, who attended Wesleyan in the days of the old seminary, was killed in action on July 19, 1918. Chaplain Frank Wittkamp, of Strathmere, N. J., who graduated in the class of 1917, fell as a victim of scarlitina. Somewhere in France, on Christmas Day, 1918. Lieut. S. P. Hoskins, who attended Wesleyan in 1907, was killed in action between Imecourt and Buyancy, France, and was buried at Imecourt on November 2, 1918. Aubrey Carl Smith, of Lost Creek, who graduated in 1918, fell as a victim of Spanish Influenza at Camp Meade, Maryland, on October 7, 1918. Dorsey O. Warner, of West Union, who attended Wesleyan in 1912, fell in action Somewhere in France on August I, 1918. No words of praise can either add luster to their glorious deeds or fittingly express the affection and honor in which they are held at Wesleyan- Their names will stand first on the bronze tablets in our Hall of Fame in the new library building. eleven

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MURMURMONTIS ' 20 - WAR ISSUE -inoofYyvwir ,» tmnnnnnnnt if - sr-mnmnmt it— jc — annomnc — nfi IF YE BREAK FAITH WITH US WHO DIE In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row. That mark our place; and 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. To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — Lieut.-Col. John McCrae. (Died in Service.) twelve