The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-01-26
SOME "REMINISCENCES
 OF OLD MONTGOMERY
The Days When Gus Sayre ImperSOnated Pony. Small Boy, Many Marbles anda
 School Teacher.

have ever been cherished among the pleasant memories of my life.
 On one morning the exercises for the morning had commenced before our ar rival. The door was latched and we could not enter. Miss Ellen Norton ad- mitted us. When she looked into my been crylngr' I have long since forgot ten all about the "crying," but the words and the sympathetic tones of that sweet tempered girl are living still. MT. Pipkfn lived some two miles from the school would ride into town each morning for the transaction of business On his way to dinner, he would stop and give a of apples 5 1o his two ss'e
 boy in school who owned Q pocket knife. So Mary and Bill would substitute Mrs. Daahneys scissors for that purpose of into as many equal portions as there were scholars present. giving to each like portion with themselves. Such voluntary self-abnegation in little chill
 At the beginning of Al, my brother. at the age of 9 1-2 years. was prepared to take up the study of Latin. That ne. cessitated a transfer to the High School hill had to be transferred along with him. Thus In my literary ascent. at the age of 1-2 years, I had climbed from the school below the hill to the school
 Prof. I. J. Morris, a recent graduate of Tuscaloosa. as principal, presided over the High School, with MT. "Ducky"
 The Messrs. Morris were not related. and were unlike in appearance. The Professor was tall and slender, while MT "Ducky" was low of stature-hence companionship of the gentle little play mates to the fellowship of the boys at the High School was trying ordeal for me. The boys were never unkind. but the surroundings were too big. I had little or, no companionship. I spent most of the time looking on. One morning the boys were engaged In game ot hot-ball. Tom Rugby got the ball and a direct line with myself. The boy dodged on came the pail and knocked me sprawling. The pain that solid rub Der ball inflicted was excruciating John Powell picked me up, rubbed my leg very gently, gave me a marble and soothed me in every way possible. l am not afraid to bet that John has a kind heart.
 'Cheff' Wynan seemed such a great big, big boy. l well remember the day he was bidding adieu to his schoolmates, preparatory to starting for Tuscaloosa. The big boys had crowded around and were shaking hands with him. I asked college" l didn't know. where or what ITO college" was. but from the excite ment I thought he was to be promoted III Soiue way. TIC ndS DeeN 1O CollSse
 hfty-tive years.
 The Powell twins. Bill Wesley and Wesley Bill. were my benchmates. The boys called one Bill. and the other Wes. To me they were either both Bills or both Wcses. I asked boy how I could tell them apart. He told me to look for a mole on Wes q think it was WesD neck, Not being tall enough to make the necessary investigation, l never did be- come acquainted with my duplex" benchmates. remember to have heard that their father on one occasion, found the m lighting in the yard 9t home. He caught one of them and proceeded to punish him. The other made his exit finished with the one, he started in quest of Che other. While thus engaged he encountered tile one who had already had his dose, re-captured him and re- punished him before the mistake was dis covered. The twins were very kind hearted, but mischevious to the extent of their permit. Each day, when they had reached the limit of MT. "Ducky's' patience, he would banish them to the gallery, sort of Van Deman's Land. for transgressors. A flock of goats had City. One noon, when the twins and the teachers were absent for dinner. some of the scholars chased and caught the patriarch of that flock. a venerable billy with flowing beard and outstretched horns. Despite his protestations. they carried him up into the gallery, and tied him. hard and vast, with rope, That afternoon about the usual hour, Bill and Yves were banished. They leisurely as- cended to the top of the stairway, ent- cred the gallery, saw MT. Billy. mistook