Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1905-02-24

There is quite a lesson conveyed
in the story of the old darkey barber
who was telling one OF his customers
why he was no longer a church mem.
Der. When asked the reason for
dropping out, he said: "Well, sab, it
wuz dis way. l jined dot chu'ch in
good faith an de fust yeah l done glib
ten dollahs to'ds the stated gospel, en-
all OBJ de chu'ch people call me
Broder Jackson DE second yeah
ma business fell of, an glib five dol.
lahs, an de chu'ch people call me
Mistah Jackson. Well, de third
yeah, feel so polly dat I doan glib
nothin' tall for preachin' an all de
church people dey pass me by en- say,
dat old niggah Jackson After dat
/ done quit EN-"
Two men went into an Olympia no.
tel the other day to get dinner. One
of them called waiter, and clipping a
half'dollar into his hand, gave his
order. The other man took s. gold
piece from his inside pocket and laid
it beside his plate in sight of the
"oAsOis Al ullhutO VI tWO Lucy
were fairly falling over each other to
wait on the man with the S. coin,
while the man who had put up his
four bits on the start was rather neg
lected, and even had to do some roar
ing before he could get his dinner at
all. When the man with the gold
coin had filled himself leisurely with
the best the walters could bring and
cleansed his fingers in the finger bowl,
he quietly picked up his coin, put it
in his pocket and walked out. al
have noticed frequently" he remarked
as he picked his teeth, "that people
will do more for what they expect to
get out OF you than for what they have
already been given"
Do you remember the old-fashioned
camp.meeting away back East? To
read of an old.fashioned camp-meet.
ing awakes the fondest recollections of
the youthful days. The principal
business of the boys at the camp
meeting in the South was to kiss and
hug the girls. 1t was a part of the
play and they expected it. All the
girls used to dress in pink muslin or
cottonade with broad sash, and bows
OF blue ribbon at the end of two braids
of hair. The modern style OF courting
isn't q marker to the old.fa.hioned
way at the camp.meeting. When the
preacher called upon every one to 90
down on their knees and join in prayer,
it was the golden opportunity to steal
kiss and press the warm hand whose
touch was like an electric battery.
We can't get up any Of those thrills
any more. Then the going home at
night, that was the crowning point
OF our joy. 1t was poem of blue
eyes like spring violets, OF tender, low.
ing words, OF mellow moonlight on
the fields where cotton blossoms grew,
and then the brook that We crossed,
how we pressed her hand for the jump,
and the water looked like a ripping
stream OF silver, where the palmettoes
and foliage cast mottled shadows in
the pathway and fallen leaves rustled
beneath our feet. We did not talk
much. for our hearts were too full OF
loves young dream. And then the
parting at the gate: full upon her rosy
lips we kissed her. As poor as we are,
we would give much to just once more
experience . kiss like that in the
old sweet long.ago. To me and all
other "boys," there never can in the
course of events be any more old-fash-
loned camp. meetings.