[Handwritten message and two newspaper clippings, kept in a handmade booklet fashioned from black-bordered mourning envelopes.]

In Loving Memory of
L. Corporal. Thomas Garton.
Sept 24/1916

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“Somewhere in France” her darling boy
   Is sleeping in his grave.
The greatest gift a man can give
   His native land, he gave.
The war shall end, the troops return;
   The tread of marching feet,
With martial step, shall then be heard
   Resounding from the street.
She’ll see the boys go marching by;
   She’ll see them swing along;
She’ll hear the cheers of welcome and
   The soldiers’ battle song.
But while the soldiers swing along,
   And while the horses prance,
Her thoughts will be afar—they’ll be
   With him—“Somewhere in France.”

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DIED FOR THE EMPIRE.

Word was received here on Friday last of the death of Lance-Corp. Thomas Garton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Garton of Whitechurch. He died of wounds received on Sept. 24th. Corp. Garton came from the west to enlist with the 33rd and was one of the first to be drafted and sent to the front. He had been in Belgium for over a year. He was twenty-eight years of age. He was known to many in Clinton, having often visited here, and a younger brother is a member of the 161st. He was a member of the Presbyter­ian church and of the I.O.F.