Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-12-09
Van Buren,. Pa,

Did you ever stop and think
about Just how much your appre-
citation or dislike of n thing de-
pended upon the point of view
from which you saw III During
the meeting of the National Edu-
cational Association, in Nashville,
II few years ago, n brass band
parading the streets was playing |
"John Browns Body Lies Mould
ering in the Grave" and as it
passed out of Union into Cherry |
street a man standing on the
corner said: IL reckon them
Yankees don't like to hear us fell
lows playin' Hang Abe Lincoln
on Sour Apple Tree,'0 and then
he snickered in his sleeve. AS
the band passed into Church
street another fellow said: "Listen,
Joe! Hear that bandl Wonder
how the rebels like to have it
rubbed into 'em in that style9
Wen Hang jeff Davis to Sour
Apple Tree AS We Go Marching
On,r and these two fellows went
home happy from seeing Gather
hearing) the same thing from
different standpoint.
There is a difference, too, in the
way men show their appreciation
of thing that pleases them. Stand
on a street corner of Il Southern
town as the band goes by playing
"Way Down South in Dixie" and
watch the crowd appreciate"
Listen! Pandemohium! BrOke
loose in Georgia, or any other
place in the South, the scene hap.
pens to be. To n man unaccuS-
toned to such demonstrations, this
scene seems idiotic.
Stand on the street corner in a
Northern town as the band goes
by playing "AIarching Through
Georgia. and You will ASH your.
Ilc.t. whose funeral is this! Every
face calm as death and men all as
silent as the tome. Until three
years ago | never heard Marching
Through Georgia, and | can find
hundreds Of people near me now
who never heard Dixie. Isn't it
about time that some genius dis.
covered set of instruments on
which both pieces might he played
without injury to them or the
players!
During Thanksgiving week |
had the pleasure of driving with
party in Pittsburg which, among
others, included six preachers
from different parts of the State,
and two of whom were "Old bach.
elors.n During the dinner some
one told joke on one of these
unfortunate celebrates that | had
never run upon, although have
, been a close reader Of Ayers and
Hostetter's almanacs from boy
hood. One of these unmarried
l fellows was calling very often Il
see and staying unusually late
! with, a young woman whose faith
er had made up his mind that III
, would prefer an "oil king" for
son.in.law than a "dealer in gas
The sold man. had mildly init
mated this much at various time
and in various ways to his daugh
ter and the visiting pre- acher, AM
T vet the situation continued unre
), laxed. By and by he went to
j factory and had u musical clocl
made and set up in his parlor s
4 that after h at when tn
/. preacher stayed Beyond tie
o'clock the music made things nc
@ for him. At half past ten it playe'
il "Home Sweet Home" at 1915
e played "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, tn
It Boys Are Marching" and at Ill
It played Johnnie, Get Your Gul
" Get Your Gun, Get Your Gun!
This was too much for the preach
I, err, as the story goes, and now II
u is wasting anathemas ON all tn
:, clockmakers and pinirg hepeiessI
% in confirmed bachelorhood.
thanksgiving Day" here TIL
It year was delightful day to tn
Al fellow who enjoys FROSTY weatI
o. err" Cloads and snow all day, an
e, the mercury down to about "te
'e above zero" and threatening ever
minute to make a dash for tn
re lower end and knock the bulb o
IN of the machine. This is the kin
r Of weather that jerks the poetr
W out of fellows who dream Of ma.
h. noia and orange groves.
e 1t was my privilege to make To
lie Thanksgiving address in the unto