The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-10-03
BILL ARP'S LETTER.
HOT WEATHER UNITS WILLIAM
FOR HIS WORK.
An Explanation as to the Origin o.
July and August.

lie was democrat and the leader OF
his party when only thirty-three years
old, and held the highest Office before
he was forty. But / don't understand
what made him cut slice out of the
middle OF the year and name it July.
And his son Gus did the same thing and
named it August. If they wanted to
dismember the year and add two more
months why dident they take it off the
tail end and lap them on to December.
don't like July nor August nohow.
1t seems to me they get hotter and
hotter as the years roll on. I can't
work in my garden. It is SO warm
that I can't gather the vegetables nor
NOV the grass for the COW with any
comfort. I sweat all over with pers-
piration and have to change my gar
ments every day. We don't go to bed
until IL o'clock and can't sleep good
for an hour after, but reckon it will
come all right again before long. I
reckon SO. Railways does. Whatever is
is right.
My wife borrowed the baby again
last night. Ever and anon she has to
have baby to stay over night and
sleep with her to remind her of the
good old times when she nursed her
own and fondled them and patted.
them in the restless night. So little
Caroline, who is the youngest grand
Child Tas left with her to comfort her
and il made both happy, for the little
thing loves her grandma and hardly
knows which mother she belongs to.
1 got to sleep about midnight, but my
olfactories or esophagus or larynx or
throttle valve or whatever you call it
was out of order and suppose l was
snoring pretty lively when I heard
voice calling me: civilian, William"
Asleep or awake that uxorian voice al
ways makes me jump with alacrity. I
hastened over to her corner of the room
to see what was the matter and ran
against the center table and a chair
and waited for orders. Suddenly she
whispered: II just wanted you to
turn over. You snore SO loud you will
wake up the baby. Don't snore So.
With q subdued feeling / started
back to my bed, but it was awful dark
and coul dent find the round table
that was in the middle of the room.
Slowly and cautiously I felt my way,
when suddenly my nose collided with
the top of the mantlepieee. This
guided me to my little bed again and
assumed tired and recumbent po-
sition and ruminated on the battle of
life. But ] mustent snore was the or
der. The baby mustent be disturbed.
This Injunction weighed SO heavily
upon me that was afraid to fall into
a deep sleep and of getting sonorous
again, SO I slumbered along and
dreamed was travelling to heaven or
some haven of rest, and on every barn
and board fence and rocky cliff there
was a red letter sign like patent
medicine sign and it said, "Don't
snore! Don't snorel Don't snorew
and by and by we reached a high
mountain and there was a youth
climbing it with banner and I
thought it was the excelsior chap
we used to see in the blue-back
spelling book, but as the breeze I'M
folded the banner saw it was "Don't
Shore. Don't Snore," Just then I
was awakened by gentle sonorous OIL
factory sound that came from the other
corner of the room and so ventured
over there and touched her tenderly
and whispered: "Don't snore; you
will wake up the baby"
This baby raising business is about
the biggest business know of and the
most responsible. I was one of ten
that my mother raised, and my wife
has raised ten, and we have raised ten,
and it looks like some of our posterity
are on the same ancestral line. Bnt
there were no grandparents in our
family and we little chaps had to rough
it like Cain aud Abel did. Nowadays
it takes two parents and three or four
grandparents and several aunts and q
nurse and baby carriage to raise .
child, but that is all right if the
child is blessed with such priv
ileges. The dear little things
ought to have a good time il
infancy, for trouble will surely come
when they get older, and I rejoice
that the modern children have a-bet-
ter time than we did. / remember the
little brown cradle that we were all
rocked in, and when there wasent
baby carriage in the town. I remem-
Der when the average child had no
nurse save it's mother, and she did the
homework and made all the garments,
too, and dident know she was having
hard time. The little chaps dident
have their faces washed nor their
clothes changed but once or twice
day and they were set down on the
floor or the ground and given some
homemade playthings, and they, too.
iident know there was anything better.
Even the children of wealthy parents
were turned over to the little darkies
and were happy in their keeping. ]
remember when Evan Howell, the
political dictator, was bobbing
around with the little niggers
and got SO dirty playing in the
sand you couldent spot him nor tell
tother from which. But now his little
grandchildren go around in laces and
ribbone and gold buttons and ride in
$40 baby carriage and battle in q $40
bath tub, and Evan thinks it is all
right, and reckon it is. Ours come
as near doing the same thing as they