The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1884-06-12
Conversation Club.
SWEET SIXTEEN, MORE OR LESS YOUNG
PEOPLES TELEPHONE

PEOPLES TELEPHONE.
Good-day, friends of THE TRIBUNE thought I'd
drop in and have little chat with you can see
many new faces, but guess after the ice is brok en-
we VIII soon get acquainted. This seems a rather
quiet party TO many, but think we had better sit
still and talk while we have an opportunity Say
young folks don't you think it would be a good
idea for some to contribute a poem or short
true story every now and then II would help us
TO improve our minds, and would also be a change
The old proverb says that variety is the spice of
life" and if so, may have liberal lot OF spjce
as part of the seasoning of THE TRIBUNE pudding
My father and two of his brothers were in the late
war, and all came out alive. One of my uncles was
in Andersonville eleven months. He was captured
three times, and the third time proved to be the
charm-in keeping him, at least.-Clement w.
Shaver, Bashan, Lincoln county, Neb.
TThe proof of the pudding is in the eating
VIII Clement let us have an early opportunity
of proving the quality of his contribution p
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MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA
] am sixteen years Of age, and love to read THE
TRIBUNE, and take special interest in letters from
soldiers children. as my father was soldier un-
der Rosecrans and Thomas. Grandfather Have
with jackson at New Orleans and grandfather
Lacewell was volunteer from Tennessee in the
war with Mexico. Father tells us boys to stand by
the Union and the flag, live or die. Father has
been subscriber to THE TRIBUNE four years and
likes it better every year. would like for some of
the soldiers boys to write me.-George n Lace
well, Cohutta Springs, Ga.
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am happy to respond to the request of one of
the soldier cousins that the older boys and girls of
THE TRIBUNE should write. l am seventeen and
my father soldier. His name is J. H. Bee
He enlisted in 1861, and belonged to the 9th
Ohio veteran volunteers, serving ali through the
l well remember hearing my father tell
thrilling stories for this is his choice of SUBJ
jects to talk upon. A few weeks prior to the time
he was shot he had quite an encounter with the
Johnny rebs 1t was during battle and he failed
to hear the coloneps order to retreat and so he
stood behind tree firing at the whole Southern
army by himself, until ne saw the Union army had
retreated over the hill. He had always said he
would die before he would be taken prisoner. So
his first thought was to run, which he did while
the rebels were all firing at him. His clothes were
fun of bullet holes and ball struck his coffee pail
(which he has YETI bending it very much But
what seems miracle to me- he was not hurt
Father says now he thinks no horse could run
faster than he did
His greatest desire was TO go with Sherman In his
march to the sea. But alasi ON the 22d of July
1854 at Atlanta, Ga, ball struck him in the right
shoulder. He lay On the battlefield four days and
nights, in the hot sun, with the dead and dying
and no one to care for him. His right arm and
hand is numb, and he has no use Of it-suoh as
writing, &c. But he writes with his left hand
Father draws pension.
i had three uncles in the army Their names
We're j. A. Neyland, w. H. Neyland and p f.
Neyland One lost his left arm the others were
not wounded. Father belongs to Humes Post
No. l44, 6. A. r. He thinks there never was such