The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-10-27

what pompously regrettlng the lack OIL
cultured instructors in the profession"
had a sad fall from his pedestal of
criticism, yesterday, in Mechanics Hall,
when at the conclusion of a pungent
philippe he turned to brother
pedagogue with the question, rs they
any good teachers in Uxbridge?"
To Massachusetts, visitors to the Pan
American a statuary group, entitled
Eel Caney" has been of more than un-
usual interest and many pathetic
stories have found their way into Bos-
ton Springfield and New York papers
concerning it. The group is supposed
to represent a private of the Second
Massachusetts, volunteers standing over
the dead body of his brother and one
story especially printed in a Springfield
paper was quite touching The story
was to the effect that the mother of
the boy pictured as lying dead in the
group saw the work at the exposition
and her sorrow at the loss of her son
in the Cuban war was recalled by the
statue was most unbearable.
The incident which the group Is sup
posed to typify happened early In the
fight at Caney on the morning of July
II. Arthur Packard private of Com
was struck and instantly killed by a
deadly Mauser bullet. His older brother
Walter was in the second platoon and
knew nothing of the fatal wounding
of his brother until four of his com
rades started for the field hospital with
the body. Walter did not break down
at first but accompanied the body to
a spot under a mango tree where 1t was
left temporarily. He stood looking
II. 1, I, Ero Co.,
ment and after carefully wrapping a
rubber blanket about the lifeless form
said Poor Arthur. Til get even with
those d---Spaniards for this" He
then went back to the firing line and
kept his position we'll in front all day.
It was a scene the eyewitnesses will
never forget and one that deserves to
be typified in marble.
A rather elderly woman in a farmers
wagon was trying to back the wagon
UP to a certain store door to load a
couple Of barrels of flour. The old lady
was evidently new to the reins, and the
horse didn't seem to know what was
wanted of him. The funny attempts of
the woman caused a lounging by
stander to laugh, and the old lady be-
came angry and Kissed at him. Il can
see you are not much of a man." The
loafer laughed again as he retorted
"And / can see that you are not much
of man.
A boy, apparently not over four
years of age, was sitting in two
wheeled biscuit box drawn by ra-
Their large, but very young st. Ber-
nard dog, near Elm Park. Another dog
came bounding along and began Il
play with the harnessed dog, and very
| soon the wagon and little driver were
! forgotten by the st. Bernard, who KEEP
| jumping around in great glee, entire
ly oblivious to the treble voice of his
driver, who tried to scold him into-sub'
mission.
Suddenly the harnessed dog made q
quick turn and spilled the driver in q
puddle. Just then the laughing father
came along and administered a few
cuffs to the hayward steed, while the
other dog stood at a distance and look
ed on.
A conductor on the Consolidated
Street Railway Company told me the
story of a friend of his whose ambi-
ton In life some time since was to don
the blue coat and buttons of a fare collec-
tor. He was successful in that he
secured the promise of a place. But
he never came to take it, because he
tried to turn back the pointer on the
register in his friends car one day, and
discovered he could not reach it. He
was not only short in stature, but ex-
ceedingly short in reach. He was so
disguised with the way in which he
was made, that he dropped his ambition
then and there and became an agent
for Texas oil stocks.