Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1900-11-01
JULIE CARR FOR SENATOR.
DEAR ARGUS.

DEAR ARGUS.
The Senatorial race will soon be
over and the friends of each candi-
date will then forget their diferen-
ces and hurrah for the winner. no.
lens yolens. 1t will then be a good
thing to have the happy faculty of
adapting ourselves to circumstan-
ces," as an old member of the State
Legislature once said to his wealthy
nelghbor who met him on the public
road barefooted, driving steer cart.
1t has been said since the Senate
rial battle commenced that Waddell
opened the fight for white suprema-
cy, Simmons drove the Democratic
wagon, Jarvis steered it and Carr
furnished the axle grease. But be-
fore this contest set in Charlie
Aycock was the greatest champions:
he was the second Zeb Vance that
by his matchless zeal and oratory he
fired the hearts of the people from
Cherokee to Currituck and brought
us out of the wilderness, and to him
was given the praise of securing
white supremacy. I do not under
stand now why he should be disrob-
ed OF the garments of praise SO uni
versally conceded to him, and put on
another man, unless his friends
think him hard up for merit to bear
him out in the Senatorial race.
Let the old time Confederate vet
Grams, who have been used to bat
tling and from experience are the
best judges, place the honor to whom
honor belongs in this fight. AS our
ranks are thinned out by the scythe
OF time, as the frost OF years are set
tllng upon cur heads, as our falter-
ing steps draw nearer the invisible
and shadowy line separating time
from eternity, we make this as one
OF our last requests to our sons: help
us elect our comrade, Julian S. Carr
to the United States Senate, for this
will be the last opportunity to be-
stow upon him the honor he SO rich
ly deserves. Sons of veterans! you
who have never endured together
the suHerings of the frozen camp,
the hardships of the forced march,
the dangers of the battle field, the
agonies of the hospital, the untold
horrors of the prison pen, cannot un-
derstand the bonds that unite us
veterans as brothers tried and true.
There are bonds of all sorts in this
world,
Fetters of partisanship and ties of
parties,
And tied Simmons knot I've seen:
The politicians are bound in the Sen
atorial twist,
But there never was bond so noble
as this:
Carr and we drank from Johnny
Reb's canteen.
It was sometimes water and some
times milk,
And sometimes frog soup out of a
ditch,
But whatever the tipple has been
We shared it together in bane or
bliss,
And I grow warm to julie when I
think of this:
Carr and we drank from Johnny
Reb's canteea
The politician and the ring sit down
to dine,
And they quaf to each other in per-
Simmon wine
From glasses of ehrystal and green,
But guess in their golden potations
they miss
The warmth ofregard to be found in
this:
Carr and we drank from Johnny
| Reb's canteen.
We have shared our blankets and
tents together,
And have marched and fought in all
kinds Of weather,
On hard tack and poor beef, tough
and green,
Had days of battle aud days of rest,
But the memory cling to and love
| the BEST
Carr and we drank from Johnny
Reb's canteei.
A TRUE VETERAN.
Goldsboro, N. c.. Oct. 26. 1900. y
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This is the season when mothers are
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