Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1880-10-14
The Old Times in Comparison
With the New.
BILL ARP SETS BACK THE CLOCK CT
MEMORY To THE TINE WHEN
GINGER CANES AND REER
MADE HIM FEtLIIKF
AING-LOVE AS IT
WAS ANDLOVE
AsIT NoWIS.

hat what thc poet SAID, bat l
don't believe it. That is, unless /
conld be the same sort of a bov.
and live III the same good old times
OF forty years ago. | don't believe
these now-a-day boys have half as
good time as we used to have.
Dr. Martin used TO say he would
give five huEdred dollars for cin-
ger cake that tasted as good as they
used to when Ire was ten wears old.
Jesse There amt hardly any vsh;ns
good to me like it used to be- There
was old Mrs. Fulton. who set up in
her cake wagon on muster DAYS
and sale DAYS and all court week,
and sold great big fat ginger cakes
for u thrip and throw in glass of
sweet cider or 'siinmon beer. The
hind gate of her little covered
wagon was let down tor a shelf and
the good old lady sat mp behind it
knitting all the day long, and was
So fat and kind and wore such a
becoming night-cap. There were
no dimes or balt dimes, but every
thing was thirps and seven pcnces
and pistarccns, and onr little
youthful heaven was reached If we
could get a shining piece of silver
and spend it with good old Mother
Fulton. Some folkes believe that
tollSs who get to heaven will follow
their same Old business mp there on
the golden streets. If ST. / know
she will be on hand. and | hope the
q BOD old Dir. Martin and all of us
can gather around her shining
wagon, and that her cakes and
beer viii have the same old taste
they used to have when we were all
innocent and happy children. I'm
sorry for ihe little chaps OF this
generation, tor they are stuffed and
cram:ned with every good thing
before they Get old enough TO en-
Joy it, and their very cradles are
filled With marbles, and tops, and
pocket knives and dolls until they
arc snilcitcd and get tired of every
thing and go ahont unhappy and
whining for something alse. =
Children amt children now. The
boys don't play bull pen, nor town
ball, nc: cat, nor pick chinkapins
and string 'en and put 'em around
their swcetlleart's nccks and steal a
kiss for pay. | remcmber-o oh, yes,
L remcmher-[ will ALWAYS re-
member the first sweet kiss | got
from mine. Ginger cakes was
mighty good in their way, bnt they
never thrilled me nor walked up the
elysian JOYS that had slumbercd in
my as,ouiehed bosom. Wonder if
the like of that is to come back to
man in heaven hope so, for
love is heaven, and that kind of
love was innocent aud pure. |
honestly believe the boys of the
olden times loved the girls 4 heap
better than the boys Go now, and
varsa elsa. There wasn't so many
things to distract their attention
and tivide it and scatter il around
promis"uous. Why, when one OF
them old time boys loved girl he
loved her as hard as a mule can
kick. He loved her all over ; he
just felt exactly like he would wade
through bloody seas to get her. =
But now there's SO many fine
clothes and So much jcwlery to
distract a young girls attention tia.
| she thinks more of fashion and
clothes than she does of the BOYS.
and then there are SO many balls
and round dances and so many
| promlscuous arms a swinging her
around that she likes one fellow
about as we'll as another, and the
trouble is after she gets married
she keeps on liking 'em. If was
a young man now | don't think
would mate with that sort of a girl.
money or no money that is il
there was any other sort wiihin
marrying distance, and if | WAS q
girl | would say, hands off, young
gentleman hands off until The
preacher makes ns better acqnaint>
ed These are old fashioned ideas
| know, but somehow we old folks
can't get rid OF 'em.
[ rejoice all the time that We
have got so many good men al
over the State for L love my State
and her people, and when this lit
tie local fuss is over we must al
bury the hatclct and have love
feast and give General Hancock :
hundred Thousand majority, ant
claim the national banner, and sire
p9aps of victory to our noble Stare
and the national Democracy. The