OBITUARY. MRS. JEAiMEITTE WARING. Mrs. Jeanette Waring passed away at Niagara Falls on Wednesday of last week, May 16th, 1917, aged 33 years. Deceased was a daughter of Francis Kenney of Dunnville, and besides her husband and father leaves three brothers, James of Niagara Falls, Ont., Dennis of Buffalo and Charles H. of Dunnville. She was married ten years ago to George Waring of New York. The remains were brought to Dunnville on Friday, May 18th, by the 10.50 a.m. T. H & B. train, and taken to St. Michael's Church for service thence to the R. C. cemetery for internment. The pall bearers were Thos. MidDonald, J. J. Oleary, J. P. McKeever, Dennis McDonald, John Leavey and Jack Jew-hurst. Among those present from a distance were T. C. McGuire, Wm. Watson and Mr. O'Shea of Niagara Falls, N.Y., and three beautiful floral offerings came from Mr. W. Watson, from the employees and from the boarders of the Kniekerbocher Hotel, in that city. born. dOUGHER in Dunnville, on Oct. 1, 1917 to Mr. and Mrs. Wm. J. Dougher a son (Gordon Edward). BERRY--In Canboro, on Sept 21, 1917, to Mr. and Mrs. P. F, Barry, a daughter—Lucy Gertrude. GRAND THEATRE Friday and Saturday, Jan. 4 & 5 World's Greatest Motion Picture With the Biggest Cast of Stars Ever Presented. ADULTS 25c CHILDREN 15c War Tax 2c War Tax 2c what makes soldier great. The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die, To lace the flaming cannon's mouth, nor ever question why, Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red The peonies and pancies, too, the petunia bed The grass plot where his chidren play, the roses on the wall Tis these that make a collier great. He's fighting for them all. Tis not the pomp and price of kings that imake a soldier brave Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam As when behind the cause they see the little place called home. Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run, You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun. What Is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees ? The little garden far away, the budding apple trees, The little patch of ground back there, the children at their play, Perhaps a tiny mound behind the simple church of gray. The golden thread of courage isn't linked to castle dome. But to the spot, where'er it be the humble spot called home. And now the lilacs bud again and all is lovesly there. And homesick soldiers far away know spring is in the air The tulips come to bloom again, the grass once more is green, And every man can see the spot where all his joys have been. He sees his children smile at him, he hears the bugle call. And only death, can stop him now he's, fighting for them all. DUNNVILLE DISTRICT HERITAGE ASSOCIATION