The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-06-04
every one want to dance? Nearer an(
nearer it comes:
In Dixie's land We'll take our stand
To lib an die in Dixie
AWAY! AWAY! AWAY down south in Diyi,

To lib an die in Dixie.
Away! Away! Away down south in Dixie
The colored element of the crowt
shuff.es merrily, and grins with sur,
delight. The Orphan Brigade is {
part Of the army that fought against
the freedom of the darky, but under
the inspiration of the big crowd, anG
the music iE the air, Sambo is as hap
py as the rest.
The crowd breaks into cheers as the
procession appears down the elm shad
ed street. First, mounted police and
the band that is discoursing Dixie
Then the commander-in-chief. state
ly, gray-haired general, and his staff
An ex-rebel major, with yellow sash
across his breast, and gold stars on the
lapels of his gray coat, leads the First
Division. Another general and staff
for generals today are as plentiful as
colonels,- and after these the guests
of the day, the brigade that left every
commander on the field, and has ever
since been known in southern history
as the "Orphan Brigade" Death has
thinncd the ranks since their last re.
union, but here they come, marching
gallantly, in their rear long line oi
carriages bearing distinguished visitors
from every part of the State.
A float containing thirteen white
robed maidens representing the Con-
federate States provokes the widest
There is classic-featured
Louisiana, a brunette Florida, a blonde
Virginia, and Titianhaired Alabama.
Each is the daughter of Confederate
Soldier, and there is no hint of recon
struction in the air with which they
hold aloft the banners bearing the
names of their States.
Funny sights meet one at every step
One good old farmer, overpowered by
the kindly spirit of the occasion,-to
say nothing of any other SPIRIT
throws his arms around his wife, and,
after resounding smack, exclaimed
loudly and effusively: "H,ney, you
know | love you!'
"Well, l should think we all know
it now, remarks disgusted bystand-
er.
A few steps further on tiny patriot
is weeping bitterly, because a big bad
boy has despoiled him of his flag.
A small son of a veteran, from his
'coign of vantage, on the curbstone
catches sight Of his father at the head
Of a division, and yells out:
"Howdy, papa!"
(Trne Kentucky parlance is that
"howdy y And the dignified officer
turns in his saddle, and waves a smil
ing recognition to the young enthu
siast.
Another band, another imposing
commander and staff of officers, anoth
er general of name and fame, and the
vast concourse breaks into still louder
cheering as the remnant of Morgan:
men comes into view. There is moth
ing in these quiet, peaceable, middle
aged citizens to suggest that famous
band whose daring raids made then
a terror during the civil war; but tn,
applause with which they are greeted
shows that "Morgan's Men, is still
"a name to conjure with"
But the music has changed. 1t il
no longer Dixie, but the plaintive note
Of ''Way down upon the Swan
ee ribbir" that thob and wall abov,
the murmurs and shouts Of the crowd
We have heard it in parlor and OF
street corner, on the breath of flute
from the lips of prima donna, or from
the strings of a virtuoso's violin, an,
when did it ever fail to soften tn
hear is and fill the eyes?
Though all are in citizens clothes
there is no lack of color. The sun
shine flashes on the white, red, yelloy
and pink sashes worn by general, stat
officers, division commanders, and aid
on the scarlet and gold badges of tn
confederate maidens; on the red. whit
and blue Of national flags; on the bar
ners Of the various camps of Unite
Confederate Veterans; and on the fla,
Of the commonwealth. Every window
door, porch, balcony, or front gate ha
its group OF feminine spectators. VIII
comment with soft enthusiasm on til
personal charms OF their favorite off
GERS.
"Docsn General B. look hanlsome2
"lsn't Major \ just splendid?'
Look at Captain b. Isn't he dis
tinguished?'
And the captains and majors an
generals are subtly conscious of til
admiration they evoke, and this cor
sciousness adds no little to their spler
dor and distinction.
Here marches a column of ex-Cor
federate soldiers, and behind them
score or more of handsome young fe
lows who call themselves the Sons c
Veterans. Another band, the colone
and staff of the State Guard, a con
pany of militia evidently we'll organ
lied and drilled. Some college SIT
dents come next, and the welkin ring
with the college yell: