The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-04


the Commercial Gazette Office, that cease
not day nor night to groan and sweat under
the eternal upshoot Of editorial copy.
Happy Cincinnati of more than fifty
years agone She had neither beer nor pro
hibitionistS. But this is depression. Par
don us. gentle reader; and do thou, too,
pardon us, oh, stately old figure in blue
swallowtail and high neck Handkerchief ac-
courted, whom We have left in the streets
of Cincinnati of 1886, thy little grandson
in his roundabout trolling at thy heess AS
the general that was and the general that
was to be passed an apple stand. the future
nominee grabbed seductive-looking Bald
win, which lay exposed with a skin as
smooth as Helens and the promise OF
heart more true. just as he was making
incision into his prize, the apple woman
discovered the roguery. She followed the
innocent little purloiner with loud and pas
sionate cutlery.
Patience, good woman" said the kind
old chief Here's pistareen for thee. l
know an oil shall teach the little rogue the
| difference 'twixt n1e,tm ct tuttnl."
AYE, give it to 'um with a will, gineral,
and God bless your honor, and much good
may it do 'um. The sweet-faced little chief
he Isl"
The general walked on slowly until he
came TO q little clump of birches Taxing
out the knife with which Tecumseh's
brother, the Prophet, used to cut up plug
tobacco, the general deftly cut off two
| stout saplings and stripped them of their
twigs and leaves
Little Ben Harrison looked very thought
full. Slowly the old hero led the way to
their tavern. Slowly and with a sinking
heart did little Ben trudge behind his grand
sire.
Ben my boy" said the old man to the
sobblng and smartng lad, a smile that was
half tear i'll his stern yet kindly eye, ''et
this be lesson to you. Remember hereafter
that one of the first duties of good and
prudent general is to protect his rear"
Gen. Harrison ascribes much of his apti-
tude for war to an early apprehension Of
this principle. His first battle, he some
times jestiugly says, was this battle Of the
BlrcheS, and he adds that he was badly de-
feated
THE BLOODY SHIRT.
AT the Miami university, when Ben was
student there, was a tall, boned Irish
youth named Pat TOOne Ben was boasting
one day, as boys will do in their salad days,
of his illustrious ancestry. Among the
glories of it he introduced PocahOntas, that
heroine of the pristine forest, whose sweet
face CLEANS across the centuries, the Indian
maiden, the noble English wife. "She was
only a cOpper-colored old squaw," said the
irreverent Pat Toone, land Capt. John
Smith was big English liar" When the
class in ethics was dismissed that afternoon
Pat Toone and Ben Harrison, who was as
brave as a hon, adjourned behind some
beech trees to the north of the campus, and
fought as tiercely as Powhatan's braves and
the jamestown colOnists After the fight
Ben Harrison walked sorrowfully to his
| room with black eye and a bloody shirt
Never will Ben Harrison be ashamed of the
CORY emblem of a race which is daily muir
dered, aye, murdered in cold blood, by the
democratic planters Of the solid south.
HOW BEN HARRISON TRIED TO SAVE A
WOUNDED CONFEDERATE SOLDIER.
After the battle of Peac Tree creek, Gen
Harrison saw a stalwart confederate soldier
writing on the sanguine-stained field, his
handsome face flecked with blood and dust
his eyes glazed with thirst and suffering,
Drink, drink, murmured the wounded
man. Gen. Harrison, who joins the sensi-
blllty of a nervous woman to a courage
matchless and supereminent, at once dis
mounted from his charger, and gave
| though himself parched and thirsty with
| the dust and heat of battle-his canteen to
his fallen foe. The confederate raised it
| eagerly to his lips with weak and feverish
| hands. In moment he dashed it from him
with an awful imprecation. Water he
cried, land me from Alabama! You'd
yankee, would you insult a dying manY
Young man" said the General, severely,
at once grieved for the loss of the water, and
saddened by the impatience and impenitence
of the reckless young confederate at such
a solemn hour, rum has slain its tens of
thousands.
ooh, botherm replied the confederate.
pointing to his leg, which had been broken
by cannon ball. Rum did that; didn't
it, yank9 | am prepared to die, but not to
sully the proud lips of an Alabama gentle
man with that cussed stuff"
Gen Harrison often says he wonders if
that young man recovered. This anecdote
is vouched for by hundreds of trustworthy
witnesses who were not present. Prohib-
tiOnists, make no mistakel Ben Harrison
was always an earnest temperance man.
MIsCELLANEA.
Gen. Harrison's favorite book is the
sc enealogy Of the Harrison Family"
The general has quiet fund Of humor. 1t
was at his suggestion that this biography
was bound in blue and gold-the blue the
emblem of the soldiers of Indiana, the gold
of the fiuancier from New York.
Anti-tobacco men will be interested to
know that Gen. Harrison never chews He
tried hard to acquire the habit, but it
made him sick. This is greatly to his
credit MOUnefs OF America, ever anxious
to keep the filthy weed from the lips Of your
boys, remember this, and make your hus-
bands brothers, lovers remember it next
November. Ben Harrison never chewsl
IT'S true he smokes, but not to excess:
and even this vice-for vice the general is
willing to acknowledge it to be--is the re-
suit of pioneer habits. He too early learned
to smoke, as early, indeed, as the log cabin
campaign of 1910. He prefers corncob,
but smokes Havanas-from West Virginia
to mortify the purse. OF cider, too he is
of course heredtarily fond But even this
dear idol he has cast down. He is not, as
has been said by his INSCRIPTIONS political
opponents, proud man. Quite the con-
trary. Claret is good enough for him.
1 often think, when hear Gen. Harrison
spoken of as a cold man, of Auguste Bar
bier's line in description of the great Ger
man poet, Goethe:
A brow of marble and heart Of fire.
The general is not a cold man. He is
what the English call "warm" man, a
successful lawyer, with a profitable prac-
tice. That is why we expect that the
Changers will cry for him.
Two babies were named after Ben Harri-