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Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
The Origin of yankee Doodle, ,,

By many nations has the air Of cyan
kee Doodle" been claimed. 1t is said
that it was first sung as vintage song
in the south Of France, and in Holland
the reapers were used to tighten their
labors with it's lively strains
The tune was first sung in England
in the time of Charles I. and after the
uprising headed by Cromwell the cav
alters used it to ridicule the Puritan,
who was said to have ridden into Ok
ford on small horse, with his single
plume fastened into a knot which was
derisively called macaroni Yankee
Doodle" was introduced into America
IN June, 1855. When Braddock assem-
bled the colonists near Albany for an
attack on Forts Niagara and Fronte-
nae, British army surgeon, DR.. Rich
ard Shuckburg, seeing the 'old CONT
nentals in their ragged regimentals,
recalled the picture of Cromwell on the
Kentish pony and, writing down the
notes Of yankee Doodle" gave them
to the uncouth Continental band as the
latest martial air from England The
joke became apparent 25 years later,
when to the music Of yankee Doodle"
Lord CORVALLIS surrendered to these
same Continentals. Saturday Evening
Post.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
COVER THEM OVER.

Cover them over with beautiful flowers;
Deck them with garlands, those brothers Of oura,
Lying so silently by night and by day,
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the need they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forecast; +
aGive them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high
Beaten with hopes that were doomed but to die
Hearts that have burned in the heat of the fray
Hearts that have yearned for the home far away.
Once they were glowing with friendship and love
Now their great souls have gone soaring above.
Bravely their blood to the nation they gave;
. Then in her bosom they found them grave.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away,
Sleep where their friends cannot find them today;
They, who in mountain and hillside and dell,
Rest where they wearied and lie where they fell.
Softly the grass blades creep round their repose;
SweetIy above them the wild how'ret blows;
Zephyrs of freedom fly gently o'erhead,
Whispering prayers for the patriot dead.
sSyhen the long years have rolled slowly away,
z Gen to the dawn of earth's funeral day;
When at the angels loud trumpet and tread
Rise up the faces and forms of the dead;
When the great world its last judgment awaits,
When the blue sky shall fling open its gates
And our long columns march silently through,
Past the Great Captain for final review.
-Pittsburg Times.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25

country round from the fats to later
hi, headed BY the Waytown brass
band and the orators and the citizens
in carriages, took their blatant and re-
splendent way to the East cemetery
the fragile, bent, old figure trudged
YEARLY in the opposite direction. Be-
fore sunrise .Hetty Pringle had broken
her cherished sprays of white and pur-
pie lilacs and gathered the early violets
and prlmroses at her kitchen door.
From her house plants, too, she had
picked some gorgeous fuchsias, gera-
NUNS and gloxinias. The willow bas-
ket she carried on her thin arm was
quite overlooking with color and per-
fume
Hello, Hetty! You're goin the wrong
way" many said who met her walking
slowly westward. She only smiled gen
tly and shook her head. No; she. knew
she was going the right way.
AS she climbed the long, steep hill
the strains of the band in the valley,
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
The Tents Of
The Silent


The village of Brokenstraw had two
cemeteries. One lay to the east of the
settlement, on the road to Birchville.
It was surrounded by a neat, white
picket fence and boosted a large,
square gateway of quite imposing di-
mensior3. 1t was laid out in severe
squares and stiff paths and rigid tli-'
angles and, like many another country
graveyard, was devoid of shade.
Every lot was we'll trimmed and care
fully weeded. Many possessed rustic
=. chairs and benches. Thrift and care
were apparent on every hand. Broken
straw was proud of the East cemetery
and always pointed it out to strangers
with commendable vanity.
''Thar hain't nothin," said Deacon
Paget, the oracle of Brokensraw-
thar hain't nothin tibet so sets off a
town asa well kept graveyard. Thar
hain't nothin tibet shows the enterprise
Nv the place so. we'll Jest look at the
East cemetery an see what the towns
made Nv tibet. an then compare it with
tibet miserable, shiftless buryin ground
on the hill. Why, faint nothin more
nor less than a parsture. It's a dis
grace to the hull community" .-.>..-~
The burying ground on the hill was
west of the village. A wooded height
rose abruptly from the town and on
its summit was the neglected grave
yard. 1t was a lovely spot. Grand old
pines and naples swayed above the
few lonely graves. The mountain lau->
rel and sweet brier perfumed the
woods in summer, and the scarlet tea
berries peeped through the moss in au-
tumn, A winding path, thickly over
hung with outstretching boughs, led
up the hill and around it's brow, from
which an extensive view Of the valley
below was obtainable. 1t was a spot
for the poet and dreamer, not for the
typical village materialist.
'Thp buryin ground on the hill' was
an eyesore to the hamlet Of Broken
straw The inhabitants had long de-
sired to obtain possession Of it that
they might hew down the mighty
trees, clean out the dense forest under
brush. put up a smart picket fence and
fix things up generally, according to
the standard of rural graveyard gar
6ening.
But the place belonged to a private
estate and there was an heir who
Bteadfastly refused to sell because, he
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
The. Spirit of Patriotism.

The national cemeteries, in which
sleep over a quarter Of a million of our
fallen comrades, are the nations mon
iuments, which will forever endure,
calling coming, generations to reverence
the cause in which they fell. No esti-
mate Gamble placed upon the value of
this day and upon the sacred and sol
.emn observe. aces of this hour. A gen
GRAFTON have grown up since the battles
of the Union were fought, and another
generation are coming on who are old
enough to understand the meaning of
these. sacred observances. When they
hear the rumbeat, look upon our glo-
rious flag hear the story of the gallant
deeds Of the nations dead and witness
the grand spectacle of covering their
graves with natures sweetest en-
blem of newborn life to man." there
will be born in their hearts a spirit of
patriotism which will make them will
ing to die for their country.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
A. CLEVER .RUSE.
How q CavaIryman Provided HIM
self With a Horse.

How a Cavalryman Provided Him
self With a Horse.
The Confederate cavalryman was Of
ten puzzled as to how to provide him
self with q horse. The authorities gave
him the choice to keep mounted or go
into the ranks with his nusket, as
horses were not furnished by the gov
eminent. To be dismounted and pc
come a foot soldier was worse to MIN
than court martial and he would
risk much in his efforts to get horse
from the enemy. In the fall OF 1868 a
rebel cavalryman had his horse killed
in a skirmish near Warrenton, and as
his best chance was then to capture
one from the enemy he put his wits to
work to devise the ways and means.
He was with the outside pickets, and
not far off, on the pike, were the cav
airy pickets of the enemy. He pro-
cured piece Of telegraph wire from
the railroad, and when twilight came
on he stretched this across the road,
fastening one end to the fence and the
other end to a convenient tree just high
SuOuSu " CdICA q Cav oA1 Aie1h c1OOu'
the belt. When matters were thus ar
ranged to his liking, he started down
the pike and stopped in plain view of
the enemy.
It was not long before three of them
gave chase mounted on good horses. 1t
was now too dark for them to see the
wires. and on they came, determined
to have a prisoner, The chase was
sharp and quickly over, so that by the
time the rebel schemer had passed
through and under his trap the enemy
was upon him.
The sequel is not hard to guess. Two
Of the pursuers were quickly and most
unceremoniously endorsed. and the
third was so much astonShed and
frightened at their fate as to turn and
beat hasty retreat. The two horses
without their riders continued down
the road and were easily captured by
the Confederate, who by his clever ruse
became their owner and kept his place
in his cavalry.
The two pickets, left to themselves,
hurriedly made their way back to their
comrades as crestfallen and astonished
as two men could we'll be. The hero
Of this incident tells the. tale himself
and adds he rode one of these horses
to Appomattox and from there to his
home and that it was one of the best
he ever. owned. Washington Post.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25

SHE TEaG DICED YEARLY IN THE OPPOSITE
DIRECTION
said. he did not propose to have one of
Gods first temples turned into a
gingerbread pagoda.
Not in the least understanding what
he meant, the citizens of Brokenstraw
were perforce obliged to content them
selves with their show cemetery and
to revile the burying ground on the
hill as a worthless old brier patch.
The boys who had marched away
from Brokenstraw to defend their
country and had been brought back
wrapped in her flag were all laid in
East cemetery-that is. nearly all.
Up in the hill burying ground, away
back under a clump of evergreens and
"A dense carpet of myrtle, was an un-
marked grave. 1t was that of Williaml
Bond, private, One Hundred and
Twelfth regiment, New York volun-
qteers, who fell at Spottsylvania.
Some one brought William Bond
home, and with 3singularly bad judg-
mept according to- the lights Of
Broke nstraw, laid him to rest on the
hilltop instead OF the valley. Private
William Bonds grave had been neg
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
An ECCENTRIC Bullet.

At the battle on the peninsula an in
fantryman fell to the ground as if shot
dead and was left lying in heap as
the regiment changed position. The
ball which hit him first struck the bar
rel of his gun, glanced and struck a
button Of his coat, tore the watch out
of his vest pocket and then struck the
man just over the heart and was stop
ped there by songbook in his shirt
pocket. He was unconscious for three
quarters of an hour, and it was full
month before the black and blue SPOT
disappeared.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
Famous Battlefield PRAYER.

A famous battlefield prayer is that
Of Sir Jacob Ashley, offered up before
the battle Of Edgehill, "Thou knowest,
10 Lord, that shall be very busy this
day, and if I forget thee forget not
thou me-" Here is a model supplfca-
ton for those who in an age of hurry
and worry are. very busy in the battle
of life.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
The Blue and the Gray.

Irvine laurels to lay DER the blue and the gray;
spread wreaths where our heroes rest
Let the song of the north echo back from the
south for the love that is truest and bestl
Twin wreaths for the tombs of our Grant and our
Lee one anthem for Jackson and Meade,
And the flag above you is the banner for me-one
people in name and in deed
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25
A Day of Remembrance.
Here, by costly monument;
There, by a humble stone,

This bearing eulogistic phrase,
That simply marked Unknown"
O'er each grass hidden mound of earth
Today a flag is set,
A token that our soldier dead
We ne'er forget.
It matters not the station, rank,
OF him who lies below.
"He fought for freedom and the flag, .
Is all we care to know,
And highso low; DER all alike.
Our fragrant wreaths we lay
And bring our offerings to our dead
On Mem'ry's day.
buffalo News
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25

mingled with roars Of applause as Bro
kenstraw greeted the orator Of the day
fioated UP to her. She stopped, listened
and smiled 1t was all rig@t. She was
glad Brokenstraw was enjoying itself
Ali her little world was down there.
But Miss Hetty did not feel alone or
her sacred quest. She was sure thai
Honor kept step with her and thai
Glory marched at her side.
On and on she trudged. It was g
tramp even for a strong man. WheI
she reached the summit, she was well
nigh exhausted, but she sat down or
a stone and rested awhile and then
went on.
She scrambled through briers and
stumbled over stones. It had been
many long day since the little, frai]
old lady had undertaken such an ardu.
GUS task. She was faint and weary
when at last she reached the tent of
the silent.
: She looked steadfastly at the low
mound. quite covered with the dark
green, waxen leaves of the myrtle.
Then, sinking down upon her knees,
she tenderly laid her lilacs upon it,
Up from the valley came the ring
of martial music" Rally Round the
Flag. Boys!'
The little old lady's hand shook as
she scattered the purple lilacs with the
white. She saw William Bond, pri-
vate, marching away to that tune. How
straight and proud and handsome he
had looked that day! -
AS she caught up handful of splen-
did scarlet geraniums and laid them
over the dust Of her gtrlish love the
band in the valley was softly playing:
Brave boys are they, ~. ..q...
" Gone at their country's call,
i And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must falls
The speeches must be over, she
thought. They must now be decorat-
ing the graves in the valley. And she
was decorating the grave on the
heights.
!, She felt no WEAKNESS. She seemed
to be singularly rested and happy.
What was that the band was playing
now? Up through the dim aisles of
the forest, among the solemn pines and
.hemlocks that seemed to bend their
heads to listen, there was borne on the
soft, balmy spring breeze the dirgelike
refrain of an old, old song, one the
lonely watcher had long loved-"De
parted Days"
She caught her breath and listened
eagerly. Departed days, sweet, depart
ed days! But, strangely enough, she
felt no sorrow, no reptning. Departed
days? All, no, not departed, but re-
turning
Her head suddenly fell forward on
the grave. Her slender arms seemed
to embrace it. Her gray hair mingled
with the lilacs and myrtle. The loyal
old soul had swung aside the curtain to
the tents of the silent.-New York Her
aid.
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25

III.
Weave tokens Of love for the heroes in blue;
weave wreaths for the heroes in gray;
Clasp brotherly hands Ger the graves that are
new--for the love that is ours today
trinity given TO bless. to unite. three glorious
records to keep,
And kinship that never grievance shall sever
renewed where the brave are asleepl
nv.
Spread flowers today Ger the blue and the gray;
spread wreaths where our heroes rest;
Let the song of the north echo back from the
south for the love that is truest and best
Twin wreaths for the tornbs Of our Grant and our
Lee, one hymn for your father and mine!
Oh, the flag you adore is the banner for me. and
its folds our dead brothers intwinel
Chicago Times Herald.
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Clasp hands DER the graves where or laureled
: ones ie-clasp hands o'er.t.e gray and the
blue;
Today are brothers and bound by tie that
the years shall but serve to renew
Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-05-25

Their silent tentSI The words rang
in Miss Hetty's ears. She pictured the
tents of the living-a vast forest of
snowy canvas, the white tents Of an ar
my. From the corners of, her fancy
came suddenly the crash Of splendid
brasses. She saw flags futtering, heard
sharp commands, the tramping and
neighing of horses, the jingle of accou-
terments, and then a bugle call cut the
silence Of the lonely little room.
The scene suddenly changed to the
tents of the silent-those low, green
tents whose curtain, as the poet has
said. never outward swings And one
low, green tent on the summit of a
lofty hill and away in the depths of a
solemn forest especially appealed to
her. Miss Hetty dropped her book and,
leaning back in her chair, closed her
eyes and fell to musing in her simple
fashion on what she had read
No matter, she thought If all the
world forgot William Bond, private.
Honor, a pilgrim gray, at time repaired
to his green tent to bless the turf that
wrapped his clay, and Glory guarded
with ceaseless round the bivouac of the
dead soldier. And she? Shewould net
neglect her duty Like Honor, pill
grim gray. or like Glory, the loyal SEN
tinel she would not forget, she would
not forget.
And so it came about that when all
Brokenstraw and the dwellers in the.
Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18

ucated. They bathe, and If you have
Travelled among the orientals you know
that that fact ln itself is a very dis
tinguishng mark They are not only
tidy about their persons but their
houses are kept fresh and clean--in
fact, cleanliness is one Of the cardinal
virtues Of their tribe. The women can
read, a talent unheard Of among the
neighboring tribes. They study the
Koran, the poetry, songs and legends
of their people and teach their daugh-
ters. Strangely enough, It is not con
sidered necessary to teach the sons. so
they are left to grow up in ignorance.
The women Of the Touareg are the
most daring riders / have ever seen.
They travel along on the back Of the
fleet racing camel, and can 30 great
distances. To see them gallOping swift
ly along, their bright, animated brown
faces unveiled, Is in refreshing con
tract to the other inanimate veiled wo-
men Of the Sahara. The Touareg wo-
men are as free as the air they breathe
not only the equals but the superiors
in their tribe. They declare war and
conclude peace, though the husbands
do the fighting itself. They preside in
the councils and their wishes decide
all questions. If a husband dies, the
wife becomes the head Of the family,
and If he has been a military leader
she even inherits that title and the
power that accompanies it, though In
most cases she delegates the power to
some well-known fighting chief.
Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18
She Comnlains.

EDITOR GLOBE: ! can bear out the
outrageous but true statements OF the
poor Hyattsville widow who borrowed
$40 from one OF our r street Shy
locks who is compelling this poor
woman to pay So380 for the loan of
$40, paying $615 every month Can't
the city prosecuting attorney be called
on to do his duty in this case? Those
men make you sign a paper to pay
them 10 per cent. per annum, but they
insist on getting 100 per cent. and in
some cases z40 per cent, according to
the straits Of the unfortunate borrower.
In the POstoiiice Department there IS
a man named Yunkally lending money
to clerks at this enormous rate Of In
terest for which he was dismissed some
three years ago from his position Of
captain of the watch. The wife of one
Of his victims tells me that he is rob
bing her poor husband every month Of
a large portion Of his salary, and
threatens them with some Of the head
officials of the Department whose agent
ne is supposed to be or in partnership
with him I'm this vile traffic. This man
Yankelly comes into the Postoflice
building every pay day at II o'clock
and has the clerks called from their
desks to pay him his enormous inter
est, which is illegal and criminal as
in the case Of my friends husband.
VIII you be good enough to cali the at
tention of the Postmaster General to
this case and see that the clerks are
left at their desks to do their depart
ment work and not paying such debts?
Can't the Postmaster General also be
induced to find out the partners Of this
man in the Postofice Department who
are robbing the clerks and using their
positions to compel payment Of these
unlawful claims?
Respectfully,
Mrs. c. W
p. S.-I intend to call the attention
Of the President to this and similar
cases. Why not some Of our philan-
thropic citizens get together and form
an association to take the place of
these sharks at a fair rate Of interest?
I think # would pay them well.
Mrs. C.. W
Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18
A PRISON FOR POVERTY
PJOr Fined and ImprisOned-IncOn-
SiStent Sentences Pointed out.

EDITOR GLOBE: How or why is it so
many poor people are sent up for va
grancy? / find in to-day's Times a col
Ored man named Joseph Williams look
ing for work but failed to find It. and
was in a poverty stricken condition.
He is sent to the work house for four
months in default Of a fine Of $40.
What is the sense Of fining this man
$40? Another thing, can the work
house relieve his poverty?
Another man named George Steinel,
who proved himself a vagrant, his fine
is only $50 or sixty days in the work
house Another man, George Wash
ngton, colored, is charged with the Of
fense Of disorderly conduct: his fine is
$40 or thirty days in the work house
Where in the name Of heaven is the
consistency in these sentences2 Why
Ii is hardly safe for a respectable citi-
zen to sit down in one Of the parks
lt is only a question of time that it will
be unsate for a man to walk the street
with old clothes on him. Is it a crime
to be poor? The Americans talk about
a land of liberty and freedom; / fail
to see It, You can not step on the
grass, you cannot close your eyes in
the public parks, and you can not pho
tograph anything.
These cases of vagrancy ] have mo-
uced for a long time, and IL is a great
injustice to the poorer classes where
no crime is committed, but there Is
some definite object at the back Of the
whole business / would like to know
who it is that Is making money on
the weekly board of those poor va
grants in the workhouse or jail or who
is making money on their daily labor
Investigate these matters and there
may not be so many arrests.
/ make this broad statement say
there are hundreds Of innocent persons
confined in JAMS and warehouses;
throughout this country, and what we
want is a National Prison Reform AS
sociation to investigate and protect
every innocent person who is locked
up.
The constitution Of the country
should protect them. Because they
are poor you lock them up.
Yours respectfully,
A READER
Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18
French Army in Tonquin.

Many desertions continue 10 take
place from the French army in Ton
ouin. All the deserters who are recap
tured are shot without conjunction.
Lately eighteen soldiers Of the Foreign
Legion ran away from Southay with q
lot of arms and accoutrements They
we're caught I'm the mountain dedles
after a chase which lasted a consider
able time. and the eighteen We're con
demned to be shot at once. It is said
that when the men were drawn up In
single file in front Of their graves the
adiutant who was in charge Of the fir
ing party cried out with an oath, on
seeing some Of the doomed men fall
slightly out of their alignment Cant
YOU fellows keep your dressing better
than that? Eyes right Dressl" No
sooner was the command given than
the prisoners, with parade-like pune
tuality. straightened themselves up
and obeyed as if they were on the drill
ground or at a review. Then the fatal
command was given, and the eighteen
went down before the terrible volley
The adiutants words-if they were
ever uttered, and It is probable that
they were show that an iron discip
line still prevails in the French For
eign Legion.
Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18

We invite your attention to the fol-
lowing advantage of the Beach as an
excursion and cottage resort. Easy
distance from the City--45 miles.
Fine salt water bathing, healthy Ioca-
ton, excellent shade for excursionists.
Good fishing and grabbing. High
elevation of building sites. Cheap
rates of fare. Low prices of Lots
and Lumber.