Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1892-05-26
INTERESTING DEBATE.
A Pleasant and Profitable Evening In
the Y. NJ. @, A. Hall,

A special meeting of the Literary
Society of the Y. M. @. A. was held
Monday night, the president Mr.. J..
C.Lewis, presiding.An essay, subject:
Natures End" prepared by Mr.. W.
H. Crolle, opened the exercises for
the evening.
The Society was highly entertained
on the critical subject, "ResolVed,
that a kick from yonr sweetheart is
worse than kick from IA mule.
The affirmative was supported by
II. d. Conover and J. W. Smith; the
negative by L. D. Giddens, Jr. and
G. K. Smith.
Varied were the experiences of
both sides, but the climax of the de-
bate was the crowning feature of the
evenings enjoyment. It consisted
of a neutral paper prepared and
read by Mr.. Giles Hinson. It took
the meeting by storm and was SO
keenly relished by all present chat
a unanimous vote was taken that it
be published in The ARGUS, conse-
quenoly we take pleasure in present
ing to our readers as follows:
Ma'. President -
The subject tonight is one on
which most every one is sensitive ;
the single men don't want to reveal
their old love affairs, for fear they
can't get married, nor the married
men theirs, for fear they'll get un-
married.
When fellow has to cross on a
slippery log he needs pole to steady
himself-my manuscript is the pole.
Ny experiences are such that /
ought to have the privilege Of talk
ing on both sides Of this question,
because Eve been kicked by both
sides-that is, I've been kicked by
both a mule and sweetheart: worse
than that, I've actually been kicked
twice on each side: twice outside ;
twice inside; twice by mules; twice
by sweethearts; and as one kick
from either often kills, I begin to
believe either that / have been
miraculously preserved, or that [
have nine lives. But the most prob
able cause why I escaped with my
life was owing to the position | occu-
pied in the premises.
It happened n each case that I
was very close to the mule, and not
very close to my sweetheart: that's
just what saved me each time. If
it hadn't been that was so close to
the mule the sweetheart from whom
I subsequently sustained kicking
would never have gotten chance at
me, in either case.
It was an old yellow mule: we
used to put sheep-bell on him and
turn him out to browse in the lane.
and it was my duty at night to drive
him up; but on that certain night
I must have gone too soon, or else he
was grazing in mighty good place
anyhow, when I walked up to him
and told him to git home, he didn't
"git." Then | stepped up side of him
and tapped him on the baek-we
were on very familiar terms, so be
tapped me back. He hit me plum
in the middle. While he and all the
world turned green as the grass he
was eating to my fading vision,
walked the width of this hall and
fell against rail fence, dead as
Hector, I thought, but when I fell
I caught breath again. But ever
since, when a loose mule indicates
any familiarity with me, [ hastily
put at least two fences and lot be.
tween US.
The loneliest time in the world te
wide-awake boy is the long winter
evenings on backxoods farm. II
was extremely so to me sixteen years
ago. 1t was just after death had
taken away sister, about my owr
age, who in love, and form and
favor, was to me an angel in human
form.
Two or three years after this there
came into my life a bright and beau
tiful being, who conqueredmy hear
and reigned in my life, short but
/ delightful reign. No more lonely
evenings now, My! how time die
fly!
Soon Spring came; and what &
Spring. 1t was gone before I ever
asked this beautiful queen of light
to reign over me always, And wher
Summer was young there came {
tcyclone of circumstances that swep
me away out of sight and out oi
Joint with the whole world and the
rest of mankind, and I have scarcely
gotten myself together yet. I tel