Geary Bulletin. (Geary, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 30, 1902 Page: 8 of 12
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A VANISHING ARMY.
Columns of Our Brave Citizen Sol*
diery Are Serried.
thaoihU togtrilrd br the Grand
Arm jr Knee iupinc.nt at Will*
Inuton—War ftongi H till
Move the Multitude.
(Special Washington Letter.)
^ T ANiSlilNG from the fuce of this
\/ eurth ure the serried columns of
v citizen soldiers whoso cam-
pn l^ns and buttles shook the world 40
"!* ugo, and whose victories settled
I,., all mankind und for all time thut
. . . man shall not eat his bread in the
i at of another man's fuce.
..egiment after regiment has disap-
pen red over the brow of the hill of time.
During these recent years they have
been going into the impenetrable be-
yond, brigade after brigade, every
\ cur. Now they ure going by divisions,
- ud soon whole urmy corps will annual-
ly disappear until all of them ure fjonc.
The feeble remnants of those power-
ful masses of men are here now in
Aheir last reunion ut the national cap-
ital, and they are numerous enough to
establish headquarters for the Army
of the Potomac, the Army of the
James, the Army of the Middle ♦lilitary
•division, the Army of West Virginia,
the Army of Ohio, the Army of the
•Cumberland, the Army of the Tennes-
see, and the Army of the Gulf: blit this
Is the last time on earth that they can
•do so, for in another decade, or half of
that time, they will have gone forth
clothed with the benedictions of an
emancipated race and the benizons of
the land of the free whose perpetuity
Ten years ago they gathered here.
The average age of the veteruns then
was 50 years. Still sturdy and strong
they presented a grand appearance,
did the Grand Army of the Republic,
when they paraded Pennsylvania avc-
Jiue, with ex-President Rutherford B.
Mayes in the front runk. Gen. Benj.
Morrison was then president of the re-
public, but he was unuble to mingle
with his comrade® or to see them in
review, because of the fatal illness of
William McKinley, the Inst union sol-
dier-president, and the last that ever
will be, was here with the Ohio troops,
■wearing his grand army uniform and
mingling freely with “tlie boys.” To-
day they are gathered here, but Hayes,
flarrUon and McKinley are not. with
them. They have gone to the Land o’
the Leal. They are with that “cloud of
witnesses” that no man can see and no
man number. Their bodies rest be-
neath the canopy of the little green
tent which nature spreads for every
The greatest living volunteer sol-
dier, the lieutenant general of the
army, is absent from this city and
from the country, on duty in the far
cast. Gen. Miles has attended every
reunion of his comrades since the or-
ganization of the grand army, until
this year, when he is unavoidably de-
tained from attendance upon the en-
campment. He enlisted as a private
soldier when only 20 years of age, just
before attaining his majority. When
forth. The officers filled the hotel lob
hies, thronged the streets and gall aped
hither ami yon. They were all busy.
There are as many old soldiers here
now with the blue blouses as there
were at any time during the war, ex-
cepting the grund review; but that
was Immediately after the war. But
the numerous uniforms alone fulfill
the desire of memory.
“This picture is vastly different from
that. Forty years ago very few of the
soldiers were more thnn 25 years of
age. Fewer still were over 30. We sel-
dom saw a man of 40 or 50 in uniform.
They were stulwurt, handsome fcliows.
Each man was fresh from school, home,
mother, sister, sweetheart or young
wife. It vvus indeed a grand army, for
there was grandeur in the turgid
strength of every man, while the
marching of the columns was tho
tread of powerful precision. Every
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LOMBARD AT VICKSBURG.
the civil war closed he was a brigadier
general, having fought his way up. He
was supposed to he mortally wounded
at Chancellorsville, May 3,1863. There-
fore he was unable to be in the battle
of Gettysburg, July 3, 1863. But he
was in every other battle fought by
the Army of the Potomac. Tfiere js no
soldier living with a better record than
he made then, and in subsequent In-
dian campaigns. His short campaign
of strategy in Porto Rico elicited enco-
miums from the great soldiers of the
world. lie is now serving his last year,
and will be retired during the coming
summer, on account of age. Soon he.
too. will be passing over to join the
columns of the vanishing army on the
frontiers of the world of mystery,
where listening love hears only the
rustle of the wings of hope and
oreathes the invisible beckonings of
“Forty years ago,”, says venerable
William T. Turpin, “the army blue uni-
forms were welcomed with tears of
Joy and shouts of pride. The first
troops that came to prevent the cap-
ture of this city received the welcome
of all the inhabitants. Gradually oth-
ers came, and soon the streets were
Ailed with soldiers marching back and
"HAVE SOME COMMISSARY?”
man was master of himself, self-as-
sertive and enger for the fray.
“In this grand army of to-day there
is not a man less than 55, and they are
very few. Some of the little drummer
boys are here, but all of them are 5f
or more. The average age of these
veterans is 60. Their hearts are as
light and their spirits as bright as in
the heyday of youth, but they don’t
march as though every step were ft
pleasure and every alignment a rhythm
of collective individual power. The
grand army which I saw during the
civil war not only had ruddy cheeks,
but hair with some coloring matter in
it. The boys had black, brown, red or
auburn hair. But here is an army of
men whose heads are all blossoming as
the almond tree, and there is not a rud-
dy cheek to be seen.”
One of “the boys” from Minnesota
sang songs for a crowd of comrades
in a hotel on the avenue, beginning
with “1 feel just as happy as a big
sunflower." Finally he started the
“Star Spangled Banner,” and all joined
with him. Then he told a story of the
“Frank Lombard, who used to sing
‘Old Shady* for us, was a popular min-
strel before the war, and he sang the
’Star Spangled Banner’ all over the
north and south. He could sing it bet-
ter than anybody else, because of the
range and power of his voice. In June.
1863, while we were creeping closer
against Vicksburg until our earth-
works were so near each other that we
could almost throw stones across the
line, Frank Lombard came into our
camps one night and entertained us
with a lot otf songs. When he sang the
’Star Spangled Banner,’ we heard a
voice calling: ‘Say, Yank! Ain’t that
Frank Lombard?’ When we answered
in the affirmative, the voicecalled back:
‘I heard him sing it in New Orleans.
It sounds good to hear him again!’ ”
During the long lulls when there was
no marching and no fighting to be
done, everybody learned how to play
cards to pas* the time away; and lots
of fellows learned how to win away
tha small salaries of the others. It
is very apparent that they have not
forgotten their old tricks, for in ail
of the tents there have been gath-
ered a lot of fellows playing seven-up
ayd poker. One old. grizzled fellow from
Kentucky says that lie came here ex-
pecting the other fellows t*> pay his
expenses, and he has won enough to
satisfy him. And he claims to love
his comrades as well as any of the
other fellows; and he probably does,
too. But where old soldiers gather
some of them are bound to gamble,
just as they used to do.
Another habit of the long ago has
been painfully apparent. There are
some old fellows here who have been
looked upon as models of dignity at
home for many years, who have been
unable to say “no” to old comrades
who have invited them to “take a lit-
tle commissary.” Indulging, for the
sake of old times, they have overlooked
the fact that they can’t stand what
they once could, and quite a number
of them have felt their legs giving way
beneath them, and the ambulances
have taken them to the hospital.
But yet they araa grand army, and
even those who have shown their weak-
nesses by reason of old age and good
fellowship, are entitled to the love and
veneration of us all; and of their chil-
dren's children, for many generations
Good-by. old boys: we ne’er shall see
your like again. SMITH D. FRY.
Where Soot Comes From.
A to>i of soot results from the burn-
ing of 100 tons of coal.
TOWN AND COUNTRY BOYS.
The hatter Are la the Aaeendeat la
Many Llnea of Baelaeaa aad la*
daatry in the Cftlea.
A country boy's lock of opportuni-
ties is his best equipment for the seri-
ous struggle of life. This sounds
pnrudoxicul, but it is true. It is just
as true as the opposite proposition,
that the greatest hindrance a city boy
has to contend with are the oppor-
tunities which beset him when young
and pursue him till he begins the real
business of life—a business which each
individual must carry on for himself.
For the city boy everything is made as
easy as possible. Even pleasure be-
comes to him an old styry before he
is out of his teens. Brought up in the
feverish rush of a place where great
things are happening day by day, he
sees the world with u cynic's eyes and
despises the small things which, likt
the bricks of a house, go to the up-
building of characters and careers,
lie believes in using large markers in
the game of life; for pennies and small
units of value he has little taste and
scant regard, writes John Gilmer
Speed, in Brandur Magazine.
The conditions surrounding the
country boy are as different as possi-
ble. There is a good deal of regular
work that every country boy must do,
and this regularity of employment,
mostly out of doors, inculcates indus-
trious habits, while it contributes to a
physical development which in after
years is Just as valuable as any athletic
training that can be had. He cannot
run as fast, perhaps, as those trained
by a system; he may not be able to
jump so high or so far, or excel in any
of the sports upon which we bestow
so much time and from which we get
so much pleasure, but his development
enables him to buckle down to hard
work in which hours are consumed
and from which very little or no im-
mediate pleasure is extracted. His
strength may be romething like that
of a cart horse, but the cart horse is
to be preferred where a long and
steady pull is required. The thorough-
bred race horse has a fine flight of
speed and canters with delightful
lightness and grace along toe bridle
paths, but the heavy work is the work
most in demand, and for that we want
the draft animals every time.
Enthusiasm is the spur to endeavor,
and ut the same time it is the savor of
life. The country boy whose ambition
ha® taken him to town come® in filled
with enthusiasms. Even the little
things are novelties to him, and as he
accomplishes this and that he feels
that he is doing something not only in-
teresting, but valuable. His simple
tastes have not been spoiled by a mul-
tiplicity of gratifications, and so he
is glad of everything good that comes
his way. At 30, if he leads a clean life
he has more of the boy in him thanhis
city cousin has left at 15. He does what
is before him because it is his duty,
while the other is too apt cynically to
question the value of doing anything
and ask: “What is the use?”
Of the men who have achieved great
prominence and high influence in our
affairs of state the country boys are
at least twenty to one over the city
lads. Nowadays, indeed, our cynical
city lads look upon men who take an
active interest in public affairs as
rather low fellows and quite beneath
their association and notice. But the
country boys are at the top in other
lines of endeavor. In finance they are
preeminent, and the great bank pres-
idents to-day in the great cities nearly
all learned to read and cipher in coun-
try schools where birch and ferule had
not succumbed to the civilizing influ-
ences of scientific pedagogy. Our great
railways were in the main built by
them, and, to-day the administrators of
these great companies are in great
measure from farms and villages,
from places where work began in
early infancy, and a sense of duty de-
veloped while still the lisp of child-
Some of the city boys, however, are
of such sturdy stuff, and endowed with
such natural gifts, that they succeed
by reason of their inherent superior-
ity; others succeed abundantly be-
cause they have used their opportuni-
ties wisely, and in real life have pur-
sued the same course which enables so
many country boys to win fame and
fortune. The more honor to them fo^
having survived their too great oppor-
tunities. But the country boy when
he comes to town reaches out for the
high places; though not all find seats
of the mighty, nearly allof the exaltec
stations are filled in the end by men
of country birth and country rearing
for they usually start out with the
sound theory that what is worth hav-
ing is worth striving for.
Switzerland still believes herself tc
be as impregnable as ever. Her lit-
tle army- is composed of soldiers, all
of whom are mountaineers and
splendid shots. They are trained in
mountain climbing every year. A
Swiss artillery officer, speaking on
this point, said that the combined
armies of Europe would never be
able to conquer Switzerland by force
of arms nor to drive her people
from the mountains, whence they
could defy and repel the armiea of
all the world.—London Express
Hands to Reason.
Mrs. Hayseed (noticing the fire es-
capes at a city hotel)—I wonder what
them outside stairs are fer?
Mr. Hayseed—Use yer brains, Miran-
da, if you’ve got any. This is a hotel,
“Well, a hotel has ull sorts of people
in it, and taint likely they all git up at
the same time, is it?”
“I s'pose not.”
“Coarse not. Some goes to work
earlier thnn others, and some has to
catch trains. I s’pose them outside
stairs is so that the early risers can
git down to the pump without niakin’
uny noise— N. Y. Weekly.
Had the Langh First.
An old'gentleman was walking down
one of the streets in Manchester when
he saw a bo}’ crying outside a house,
and thinking he might comfort him,
he asked him what was the matter.
“Father’s laying the c-carpet down."
"Well, and does that unpleasant
task make you cry?”
“No—no; h-he h-hit his thumb.”
“Oh! You are sorry for your father,
“No—no, I 1-laughedl”—London An-
Couldn’t Account for It.
Uncle Ezra Wilkins—Hanged if
these city fellers hain’t queer. Thet
young dude thet’s with us didn't hev
no complaint last summer, but this
season he’s alius kickin’ 'bout the
Hank Hunkins—What’s the matter
Uncle Ezra—Cussed if 1 know. It’s
the same butter we had last year.—
And They Were All Friends.
Flo—Maud Munnibug is awfully
proud of her father’s riches. She’s
always bragging about having been
born with a silver spoon in her
Fanny—Really! Judging by the
size of it, a soup ladle would have
gone in easily.—Ally Sloper.
First Surgeon—I performed a very
critical operation yesterday, yet I re-
joice to say that it was a success.
Second Surgeon—Ah—then the pa-
First Surgeon—No, he didn’t, but
the operation was a brilliant success.
—Ohio State Journal.
Eaay When It Pnyn.
It’s easy to be righteous when the profit
comes that way,
It’s easy to have virtue if the virtues dnly
It’s easy to be truthful, to be patient, to be
If in being so we profit o'er the ones who
Oh, It’s hard to still be truthful when a
little lie would pay:
Oh, It’s hard to cling to goodness, seeing
profit slip away,
And the saints are few in number who go
on through thick and thin.
Being righteous when, unnoticed, they
might make it pay to sin.
SUCH A FOOL QUESTION.
vays know when there is going to be
“Why, you stupid! Don’t you sup-
pose they read the papers, the same
as anybody else?—Heitere Welt.
A Father’s Song.
To see my happy children play
Doth give my soul delight.
Hi, mother! hurry up, I say.
And stop this awful fight.
Telling the Good News.
Mrs. Y’oungma—And so my baby
got the prize lit the baby show? I
knew he would. It couldn’t have been
Old Eachelor (one of the judges)—
Yes, madam, we all agreed your baby
was the least objectionable of the
lot— N. Y. Weekly.
A Case fa Point.
Ella—There’s nothing like falling in
•vith the right people.
Stella—I know it. I went rowing
with a fellow the other night; we
both fell into the water, and if he
hadn’t known how to swim I should
have been drownei.—Brookl; a Lift»
A Light Scwteacev
A gentleman now living in this city
tells the following story of a negro in
Tennessee whose son had been con-
victed of killing a fellow-workman. A
few days after the trial the father
was asked what disposition had been
made of the case
“Oh,” he answered, “dey done send
Johnson to jail for a monf.”
“That’s a light sentence for killing
a man, don’t you think?"
“Ye*,” answered the darky, “but at
de end of de monf dey done goin’ to
hang ’im.”—N. Y. Times.
"Take back your heart,” the letter »aM.
With tears his eyes were wet.
Until he found the gift he’d sent
Must be with diamonds set.
Father—Stop, Elsie, how many more
times are you going to play “The Maid-
Elsie—Mamma makes me play it ten
times because I didn’t practice yester-
day and ten times more because you
came home late last night.—Fliegende
The Wise Virgins.
Their lamps were trimmed and burning—
So we learn from ancient songs;
They kept them that way, doubtless,
Just to heat their curling tongs.
—Chicago Dally News.
An Earnest Salutation.
“Ah!” said Biggs, as a prosperous-
looking man who bad cordially saluted
Diggs passed on. “That’s the way J
like to hear a man speak. He seemed
sincerely glad to find you alive and
“Yes,” replied Diggs. “He probably
was—he’s the president of the com-
pany my life’s insured in.”—Brooklyr
No More Suspense.
“Why did you insist on getting me
an upper berth in the sleeping car?”
asked the habitually austere lady.
“Well,” answered her irrepressible
niece, “you have been expecting for
so many years to find somebody un-
der your bed that I thought it might
relieve your mind to have all doubt® on
the subject removed for once.”—Wash-
First Porter—We had two transom
guest® at ouah hotel last night.
Second Porter—Transom guests?
You ought to learn to speak English.
Say “transient guests.”
First Porter—Pl^t dey wasn’t. Dey
got in ovah de transom and out de
same way!—Cincinnati Commercial
Accounting: for His Time.
Jack—Weil, how did you spend your
Bill—Monday I went to the races;
Tuesday I went to—let’s see—where
Jack— (interrupting)—You went to
the pawnbroker’s, of course. How
about Wednesday?—Town Topics.
“What do you keep that phonograph
going all the time for?”
“Well, my wife is away on a sum-
mer trip, and something of that sort
makes the house seem more homelike.
“Henpeck has stopped smoking
“Why doesn’t he get his wife to
give him neckties instead of cigars
for birthday presents?”—Cincinnati
Circumstance* Alter Case*.
Merritt—Why, Johnny, it’s lucky if
you put your shirt on wrong side out.
Little Johnny—No; it isn’t when
your mother has told you not to go
Blobbs—Wigwag is always going to
law about something.
Slobbs That s right. -He’s even
going to marry a girl named Sue—
“Johnny, what is an island?”
An island is one of dem places
what yer can’t leave widout a boat.”
—N. Y. Journal.
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