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Cj f u n e r a l e r v i c e s 
 
MR. ELMER J. W ITCHER 
 
OCTOBER 18, 1967 
 
2:00 P. M. 
 
TABERNACLE BAPTIST CHURCH 
 
REV. C. L. HAMILTON, OFFICIATING 
 
Dent's Undertaking Establishment 
 
 OBITUARY 
Mr. Elmer J. Witcher passed Saturday morning, October 14, 1967 at the Veterans Administration Hospital. He was a native of Athens, Georgia and had lived in Augusta since 1947. He was the son of the late Mrs. Georgia Barnett Witcher and A. J. Witcher. 
He was an employee with the Post Ordinance at Fort Gordon. He was a member of the Tabernacle Baptist Church. He was a member of the Yorkrite Masons Lodge No. 304. 
He leaves to mourn his passing a devoted wife, Mrs. Bertha L. Witcher; two brothers, Mr. Eddie Witcher, Ft. Pierce, Fla., Mr. Henry D. Witcher, Athens, Georgia; five sisters, Mrs. Janice Mae Jackson and Mrs. Francis Patton, both of Chattanooga, Term., Mrs. Carrie B. Collins, Comer, Georgia, Miss Hattie B. Witcher and Mrs. Jessie Greene of Athens, Georgia; one aunt, one God-child, Master Michael Jenkins, and other relatives and friends. 
 
 PROGRAM 
 
Processional 
 
Selection _____________________________________ ____ Choir 
 
Scripture 
 
Prayer _______________________________ Rev. Emmett Martin 
 
Solo ______________________________ Mrs. Bennie M. Williams 
 
Remarks 
 
Dea. Isaiah Turner Dr. Charles L. Butler Mr. Charles Lemmons 
 
Acknowledgements ___________________ _____Mrs. Marie Hatcher 
 
Song _______________________ Ursula Collins' Teacher Ensemble 
 
Eulogy ________________________________ Rev. C. S. Hamilton 
 
Recessional 
 
Interment ____________________ East Lawn Memorial Cemetery, Athens, Georgia 
 
Dent's Funeral Home, in charge 
 
 ACTIVE PALLBEARERS Milledge Young Lewis Broadwater Lonnie McNeely 
 
Marion Stallings Gilbert Pickens Joseph Adams 
 
HONORARY PALLBEARERS 
 
Francis Simpkins 
 
John Samuels 
 
Milton Thomas 
 
Garnett Mathis 
 
Charlie Pugh 
 
Ollie Robinson 
 
Norman Garnett 
 
" Blessed Are They That Mourn" 
 
There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief m ay bide, and evening guest, But joy shall come with early light And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere, Will give him to thy arms again. Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though with a pierced and broken heart. And spurned of men, he goes to die. For God has marked every sorrowing day And numbered every secret tear, And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here. 
 
William Cullen Bryant