The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-04-27
Trumps from Various 0Iarters.


your attention except possibly the
knowledge that it is Bill Arp. lie is IL
typical old time sOuthcrncr in speech
and manners. He pr0nounccs are
like air, like all old-timcrs. Judging
by his appearance he is enjoying very
good health. He talks like he writes.
He is Of medium height and weighs, us
near as we can guess, i'm the ncighbor-
hood Of l75 lbs. He wears short chin
whiskcrs and u neat mOustachc over Il
back to the back side Of his head; that
is, we mean to say, he is bald headed.
However, this does not spoil his looks.
He may live q long time but he will
never have many gray airs on his
head. EIc is not Il widowcr. Hc is the
only original and genuine "chcmically
pnre' Bill Arp in the world. He COM
narcs the earth and its Inhabitants to Il
passenger trpin and says that all infidcl
passengers should get OFF and walk in
stced Of staying where they arc not
vented. His ,cturc last Tuesday night
WAS entertaining. He, in company
with Editor Aull and tcvs. Creighton
and Mcf intocl, visited the College ON
Wednesday, morning. At the close Of
Chapel services "Bill" gave the boys
II good talk, cuutioning them against
the common error Of hurrying through
life and trying to get all their know
ledge from books. He cndt .vorcd to
impress upon them the mlJrtancc Of
practical knowledge, which is more
often obtained by personal observation
OF small things than by knowledge OBJ
tanned exclusively from books. lie was
heartily applaudcd.
Who knows how much fun fellow
can have with Il set Of false mustuchc
and flexible facc-0nc that can he
mado handsome (?) on ugly at will.
The undersigned can tell you lots along
this line, for we have set. Last
Thursday evening we put them in our
pocket and went on visit tC some rel
ativcs and friends in st. Phillips com
munity. We spent Thursday night
and Friday with the hosptablc family
OF Mr.. Walter Koon. Friday after
noon our friend IL and 1--WE" went fish,
ing on Cannon's Creek. Il caught five
little minnows, Il crawlish, and fell in
to the creek to boot. He attempted to
cross the creek on a dead willow tree
that waS lying across the stream. The
~, hI,,l l,I ~. 1,;t lNt
tom OF the creek with both feet. The
water was deep enough to run over the
top Of his shoes but he jumped out be-
fore the water had time to run in. We
walked on little further and ''jumpcd"
little young rabbit. II and Eve" took
after him. The undersigned tried
mighty hard TO catch him and like to
have run over oursclf in the attempt,
for every time wo would reach down to
pick him up we would find much to our
surprise that he was not there but
somewhere else. He got away--a way
that we do not know anything about.
ter that but We did not catch any fish
the whole evening; therefore. we con-
fcss that our friend II is the better
fisherman, for he caught five to our
none. We got solfc mighty strong
bites though, if th;' counts for any
thing. for the mosquitoes bit like fury.
There are mosquitoes in those swamps
| AS big rs the American Eagle on sill
a. al liur n,,l s1i a.
| ceptcd. We quilted the swamp at
length glad TO get away from the hum
and twang OF such busy life. Friday
evening we turned up on the premises
OF Mr.. Il. NJ. Kinard, with false mus
tachc adjust d, coat collar turned up
| and hat pulled down over our eyes
We played crazy man to perfection by
looking around, pccping and dodging
about until we got Mr.. X pretty well
wrought up with excitement, when we
grabbed a club and rushed towards
him. He hollcrcd to Mrs. X to bring
him the pistol. He made some blood
curdling threats as he rctrcatcd. At
last, being entirely unarmed and think
| ing hat he was facing lunatic, he
seized scantling and got ready for
business. At this juncturc for obvious
reasons we thought it best to drop the
curtain. We accordingly took off our
disguise and laughed for all we were
| worth. Uncle X tried to laugh too but
it was a mighty sickly attempt. We
helped him to plant some cotton the
next day and his water melon patch Al.
so in order to get back on the good
side of him. We got back.
On Sunday afternoon we attended
funeral services at ST. Phillips church
where the body OF Mrs. Jane Lominick
wife of Mr.. Frank Lominick, was lai(
to rest. The large assembly of pcopl,
bore evidence Of the high esteem i,
which she was held by all her friends
We returned to Ncwbcrry Monda,
morning feeling that our trip had beer
beneficial to us and the Cannon's Crccl
mosquitoes If to no ono else. Eh! Wha
is that you say, Chips?