1915, 12 June – Batley News

This is a round-up of pieces from the Batley News this week relating to the parishioners of St Mary’s. As usual I have put in bold the names of those connected to the parish who served with the military. And, as ever, the spelling and punctuation matches that of the newspaper.


St Mary’s R.C. Church’s 17th donation to the Belgian relief fund was recorded – a further £2 13s 3d.


The Foresters’ Arms, Churchfield Street, formerly held by the late Mrs. Leach, was transferred to her grandson, John Gallagher. Mary Leach’s death was extensively covered in the 30 January 1915 edition of the paper.


There was one parish death in the death notice columns this week.

GROGAN. —On the 10th inst., aged 33 years, Mary E. Grogan, 10, East Street.


There was also further news about the death of Moses Stubley over in Belgium, as follows:

Late Batley Gunner Photographed in the Trenches.

“THE SMARTEST GUNNER IN HIS SECTION.”
The Late Private Moses Stubley of Batley, Photographed at His Gun in the Trenches.
Rumours that He was Recommended for the V.C.

The soldier whose had is on the machine gun is Private Moses Stubley, 2nd K.O.Y.L.I., the announcement whose death was made recently in the “News,” and officially confirmed in a further report in our columns last week. His wife, who lives at Birch Street, Carlinghow, has heard reports – and one has also been addressed to the “News” Office – that her husband has been awarded the V.C., but she is awaiting an official message on the subject. Private Stubley was certainly known amongst his many comrades as “the smartest gunner in his section.”

The V.C. rumour was a false one.


A poem in this week’s paper is likely to be one from St Mary’s parishioner John Thomas Kilbride. The piece read:

SOLDIERS AND RHYMESTERS.
Terriers’ Thoughts and Hints.

Some of the local Territorials fill up odd moments in the trenches or billets by rhyming….

“THOSE WHO’VE TRIED.”
(BY PRIVATE J. T. KILBRIDE, D CO.)

Instead of young men talking
They really should be walking
To the barracks where so many have applied;
There they’ll quickly be inspected,
Be passed fit or else rejected —
Such men can say they’ve done their best — they tried.

All worthy British sons
Should help to beat the Huns,
And take the place of those who’ve bravely died.

To make armaments some find
They are forced to stay behind —
They are classed with all who’ve nobly tried.

And when the war is o’er
And peace comes round once more,
The heroes past and present we shall pride;
Those who’ve lacked and been afraid
Of the Huns and given no aid,
Can’t class themselves with those who fought and tried.