The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1901-07-26
A NEW LECTURE.
EX.GOv. BOB TAYLOR IS TO WRITE ON
1.-THE OLD PLANTATION.

Ex-Governor Bob Taylor, Of Ten.
nessee is to have new lecture the
title of which is to be ''The Old
Plantation" In speakiHg> >of his new
effort Mr.. Taylor recently said to a
Nashville American reporter:
"My new lecture will be called The
Old Plantation Having been farm.
er myself for the past seventy.fve
years, l will be thoroughly able to
handle the theme and will appear
every night with what little hair |
have left after my political career
chuck full of hayseed. I will endea-
vor to divert the 400 If they will come
to hear me, from the glare of the
brilliant chandelier and the weary
whirl of the dance on waxed floors, to
the more beautiful colors and joys of
green pastures where the milkmaid
goes with song on her lips, smile
on her rosy face and milk pail on
her hips, to meet the lowing cows as
they come home In the evening fra
grant with the breath of clover bios
SONS.
~ will try and make them forget
the swallow-tailed coat and the de-
collette gown while tell them of the
innocent bull calf who wiggles his
tail in speechless bliss as he imbibeS
his evening meal and has fight with
the milkmaid in his efforts to monop.
olize the milking business, | will
prove to the ignorant town people
that the bob.tailed cows don't give
buttermilk. / will prove that on the
farm is the best place to raise chill.
dren. l Twill tell them Il thousand
tales, more or less, and my quartet
will sing the old plantation melodies
until the crickets stop chirping to
listen; until the frog gives an inter-
mission in his evening serenade; un-
til the owl suspends her loud too-hoo
and lends an attentive ear; until the
nymphs draw near with such cautious
tread and until every soul is enrap-
tured and each heart is tuned to love
and carried back In memory to the
feudal grandeur Of the ante.bellum
DAYS. / think / can spin some good
yarns about the old.time darkey and
tell some stories of the cotton and the
cane.
II have always been in love with
the old plantation. l think dew
drop in the lily's spotless bosom, kiss.
ed by the morning sun is more beauti.
| full than a diamond and green hill
grander than palace.
| II think every rose tells a love
story and the ripping, flowing music
Of the brook is sweeter than the mu
sic of a band There Is more melody
70 me in the rich, deep mouthed bay
ing of a pack Of. hounds as they oper
up on the trail of wary fox than IL
: any sort Of music unless it is that o
the violin. There is more genuine
} pleasure to follow the noble bird dog
) on the trail Of the aristocratic bod
| white and the thrill which goes
, through your whole being when they
rise in a covey with the mighty roar
is greater than that which pervades
|, the hollow hearts Of the wine'nnshco
reyelers around banquet table"
!, To expel mosquitoes, take OF gum
camphor piece about one.tbird the
size Of u hens egU and evaporatc " 81
placlns It inP tin vessel and holdine
1t over q lamp, taking care that II
I does not ignite. The smoke will soou
! ali the room AL expel the mosquitoes
! and not one will be found in the room
n next morning, even though the win
|doWs elAOuld Oe left open ct night.