The herald., 1895-05-20
HALSTEAD'S PADDY'S RUN PAPERS

tnolr scnOOllng5 IN Ine ''lHtSr guy, Wcro
torribly saucy and muscular and lively
with a rough and ready undergraduates
And big girls came out in the wintor, too,
girls of tho mature ago of 10 to II, some
times even as old as 10, but that was rare
for if they wero pretty they began to have
"vicws" at II or - and tho boys were
pretty apt at proposing and carrying them
oil to be good wives
There was no littlo courting going on
at tho schools, especially in tho winter
and the old, old story was often told, and
the little community tocmod with rival
rics, jcaousics. synpnthics attachments,
ambitions, all the passion and pride and
hopo and faith and vanitics and vcxations
found in glittcring courts and sung in
opera. All, the love letters of those days,
the notes folded in trianglcs, and such
sleight Of hand in passing theml Poor,
innocent, lovely littlo lovo letters writ
ton with queer ink on fragments of pro-
cious paper, they wcro;
My pen is bad my ink is pale;
Ny love for you shall never fail.
That was very touching, but this caused
tho heart to bound:
II you love me as love you,
No knife can cut our love in two.
Now, that was equivalent to the declar-
alton of eternal devotion. 1t was almost
promise of marriage and who ever put
mora in fewer words than 'if you love me
as lovo your? But this was pure senti-
ment;
The rose is red, the violet blue;
Candy is sweet, and so are you.
There were hiding places for letters
postotliccs in tho trees-many sweet and
tender mysteries, eyes that sought each
other, and lips. too, in the games that
gave license to kissing:
We are marching forward to Quebec
While the drums are loudly beating.
America has gained the deck
And the British arc retrcating.
The wheel whirls round, and We turn back.
And we sing Us we are marching.
We are going on to the right track,
Every one his true love sarchlng.
man;
There's rosy in the garden for you, young
man.
Go into the garden and find it if you can.
Your girl is in the garden; go kiss her like
man.
These things were not considered regu-
lar in school hours, but If the master took
walk during the noon intorpission ev-
cry one promised to bo good, and there
was something more than half an hour
after consuming tho contents of the little
buckets and baskets--for fun, and some-
times the kissing games would test the
courage of the boys and the amiable mod
esty of the girls The girl who would
scream or scratch when kissed was not
held in high esteem. If she did not like
tho boy who tried to kiss her, all she had
to do was to cover her face with her apron.
oil Qg
they were very neat 1t was against the
rule to bo very vigorous in pursuit-of
the girls liable under the rules to be kissed.
If the gentle creatures consented, they
made light of the ceremony and sospoiled
the flavor of the transient joy. The point
of danger in the song quoted was when the
girls sang:
There's rosy in the garden
For you, young man.
This accompanied with demure and
cunning glances:
Your girl is in the garden;
Go kiss her like u man.
Sometimes the words were varied lit
tle, and this was popular variation;
Your love is i'll the garden.
Tho garden was right there wherever it
was, and the rosy and posy and girl and
love wero all the same. 1t will be clear
ON close consideration that there was a
chance in tho song for tho play of coquet-
ry, and that there were fascinating dra-
matte situations and tableaux of great del
icacy and animation. There were a few
of the boys and girls who made their
studies tho serious business at school, but
the great majority sought first of all to
get all the joys out of the opportunity.
have in mind two laborious youths who
covered states with wonderful masses Of
figures and seemed to like them. They
were doubled up all day working sums. :"
/ could do my share in arithmetic slowly,
but was touched with despair when listen
ing to the recitatons of the solitary mas
ter of grammar, who ratified off the rules
from memory, and now 1 have u suspicion
that he did not know what he was saying.
He could read a page of matter and re-
member it-and that was all. Perhaps
that is what ruined him. There were two
champion spoilers, and one or the other
was always head" The close of each
days exercises was spelling match, and
that was supposed to be the great intel
lectual struggle of the protraoted sessions
for the improvement of the mind. The
word at school was that the mind must
be improved One of the great spoilers
was gaunt and unwholesome young
man with an introverted eye and man.
ner of profound depression. He rarely
missed word and bore himself as a su.
perior person. l regret to say there were
boys who hated him. His rival was a tall
girl with quick eye and quiet smile,
showing red lips and white teeth and she
was the favorite. When she spelled the
champion down, there was delight, and
when she was vanquished distress pre-
vailed. MURAT HALSTEAD.
How Sheridan Got to West Point.
Congressman Tom Campbell relates the