FUNERAL SERVICES
For
Mr, Harrison W. Singfield Rev. C.H. Hamilton, Officiating

OBITUARY

Mr. Harrison W. Singfield was born in

Augusta, Georgia, February 1, 1902, and de

parted this life April 27, 1973.

Born in Augusta, Georgia, he had been a

resort resident for 30 years cf Atlantic City,

New Jersey. He was a member of Shiloh Baptist

Church and an employeee of the Dennis Hotel,

He was a member of Hotel Union, Local #508.

He is survived by his devoted wife, Mrs.

Annie Ruth Singfield; one daughter, Mrs.

Johnnle stepson, sister,

Louise Johnson of Mr. Samuel Ramsey
Mrs. Ella Lassire

Amityville, N.Y., one of Miami, Fla.; one
of Hempstead, N.Y.;

four brothers New York, George

Charlie Singfield of New and Dwellie Singfield of

York,

Aurusta, New York;

Ga., and Robert Singfield of Brooklyn, 3 sisters-in-law, Mrs. Maggie Searles,

Mrs. Eula M. Johnson, Mrs. Robert Singfield;

and a host of neices and nephews latives and sorrowing friends.

and

other

re

Servant of God, well done) Rest from thy loved employ; The battles fought, the victry won, Enter thy masters joy.

Lord, help us so to live, That, when death waiting stands, In child-like faith and trust well give Our souls into His hands.

"... Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord...: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours."

FUNERAL SERVICES For
Mr. Harris on W. Singfield Tabernacle Baptist Church Tuesday, May 1, 1973, ^:00 P.M. Rev. C.H. Hamilton, Officiating
MASTER OF CEREMONIES PROCESSIONAL
SELECTION ............ The Choir SCRIPTURE ............ Rev. M.E. Braxton PRAYER ............... Rev. C.S. Hamilton SELECTION ........... Choir SOLO ................. Hiss Delcris Kep ACKNOWLEDGMENTS EULOGY ............... Rev. C.S. Hamilton RECESSIONAL
Interment ............ Southview Cemetery
The Bereaved family wishes to thank their many friends for the kindness shown them in their hour of sorrow.
W.H. MAYS, MORTUARY In Charge

When all is And ye who
Let not one And sorrow

done, and my last ward is said, love me murmur, "He is dead", weep, for fear that I should know, too that ye should sorrow so.

When all is Ye lay this Pray not for
The quiet of

done, and in the ozzing clay, cast-off hull of mine away,
me, for after long despair the grave will be a prayer.

When all is done, say not my And that thru night, I seek Say rather that my morn has

day is oer, a dimmer shore, just begun,

I greet the When all is

dawn, done.

and

not

the

setting

sun;