Danville High School - Medley Yearbook (Danville, IL)

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HOWARD GASS JEWELL WHYTE HAZLETT HAHNE BENNIE HENDERSON JAMES HEMPHILL JOSEPH WEBB NOEL AKERS succurrtt mart m armts” HE deeper meaning of this world struggle for democracy was firmly implanted when the news first came that some of our own friends and companions had fallen on the battlefield. The first of our boys to give his “last full measure of devotion” was Howard Gass, an exemplary young man with high ideals and a noble character. Then came the sad word that another had fallen, Jewell Whyte, truly a hero in all respects. Again the bell tolled—this time for James Hemphill, (an all round man, take him for all in all). Another grave in the poppy fields of France bears the inscription—Hazlett Hahne. How we have wished that that such a one as he might have carried the banner on and on without end. Another sad message came to us telling us that Bennie Henderson would never return. A bright youth, he, and full of youth’s bright prospects. Once again came the word that God had willed another of our companions should rest in Flander’s Field. The fact that Joseph Webb fell with his face toward the enemy reveals his inherent character. Last, but far from least in our circle of gold stars is one that stands for Noel Akers. While he was on his way to offer his all for his country and people, his candle of life burned to the end. And now that it has all happened by the will of God, let us cherish the thought that they have gone to Him as good, true men, remembering that it is honorable to die in arms. But I've a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battled hill. When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. Page Eighteen

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Jiamt Patrick’s pa r A year ago today I was just starting to know what war really was, but the passing of three hundred and sixty-five days taught me all the rules and regulations and, believe me, I was an apt student in the ducking line—consequently I am among the living. This day is one of Battery A’s historical ones for Frank Hickman and Austin Schumacher were wounded a year ago. A week ago yesterday (Sunday) we played a band concert for the Colonel, but were through at 3:30—so the boys (Dick Walsh, Nitty Lewis and Ford Dwiggins) had a horse waiting for me and this quartet departed at full speed across the mountains for Dernan to have a visit with the Marner’s and we sure were given a glorious welcome,—first time we had been there since we left that town and it was a big reception. “Dad” Marner brought out his best wine. “Mother” Marner’s waffles never tasted better and Katie had had her picture taken and was right there with it in her hand to give to me—believe me Katie is a mighty pretty girl, so we returned home with our appetites and thirst thoroughly satisfied. Saturday we went up to Bad Nenenahr to get a complete new outfit and while there Elmo Ellis, Ferris Jones and I left and spent the remainder of the day about this town. We visited the hospital and saw “Babe” Brown, Foley, Bill Govan, Thomas Kissans and Albert Schomacher. When we came downstairs to go out the guard halted us and said we couldn’t get out. We were quite anxious to know the reason why and he replied—“ that patients were not allowed out after o’clock.” I gave him the laugh and asked him if I looked like a sick man and he said “Yes”, and I had a devil of a time convincing him it was only homesickness and that I wasn’t a patient and finally got out. We had a splendid day beginning with' a swell dinner—theatre in the afternoon and evening—and dances with the Red Cross Nurses and Y. W. C. A. girls in the afternoon after the show. Bad Nenenahr is the 42nd Division one day leave area,—something going on all the time and you have a ticket with sevfcn stubs which takes you every place. Nearly all the boys are either going or coming in on passes from three to fourteen days. It sure is one grand life to go back into France for two weeks and eat all the eggs and ham you want,—sure thought I was a General while I was enjoying my trip. Dick Walsh and Tom Mosher left for England—bet they have a hot time. Page Nineteen