The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1908-02-20
That's the Grip.

DR.. Ivey editor OF the Raleigh Chris
nan Advocate has had the grip-and
he knows it. He wrote about it in
last weeks paper, and he spells it
right. lust as Bildad Akers would
spell it-s-r-i-p He heads the article
with two words, "The Grip" and
saws:
Yes, that is the way we spel1it-
p" From the very first we have
laughed to scorn the old affected
Ga!licized spelling-'Ia grippe" In
fact. we deemed the rhi-- itself an
unmitigated fake and wondered why
sensible people affected only by
dad" or ':worse cold" should fall in
with a miserable fad, link arms with
it, and obsequiously call it my dear
friend, LA Grippe"
No, we have never had it" were
the words that issued confidently, If
not proudly, from our lips about one
week ago, in a conversation with one
who had the temerity to speak OF 1t
in our presence. Little wot we when
we spoke OF the old saying: don't
brag about your not having had a
particular misfortune unless you
wish to have it,"
1t peeped in at us about the middle
OF the week 1t left us a kind OF
':cricky" feeling in the cervical region.
1t was only little while before that
we were priding ourselves OH giving
that exasperating Cresendo finish to
yes" or "no" given in answer to a
question by our patient, hard work
ing clerks Then the thing came in
the room and left us as sore a tooth
as ever hid itself in ones mouth. 1t
left also u kind OF ringing in the head
which we would at one moment call
''neuralgia" and at another moment,
lust plain old ''headache. Our
nerves were for day all in a hustle
and at the close they held a solemn
conclave and proclaimed that work
in an office is a delusion and n snare.
Was it any better outside? Nay,
verify. A "colored gentleman" mel
lowed the atmosphere by q full sized
laugh. We found ourselves question
ing the sanity Of one who laughs.
friend across the street. He is a good
fellow but why not halt him and ask
him about that little slight he offered
US about ten years ago? He didn't
mean it but what business did he
have in not meaning it? Is not no W
good time to have it out with him?
Is it so very bad after all to be mixed
up in a row when it is all in the cause
of righteousness?
Thus did our malign mOnitorpoisOn
our mind and heart as we quaffed the
elixir OF Gods out of doors We con-
Guided that u bed was the best place
for us. We felt sure that we were
going to have the worst cold we ever
had. We prepared emollients, sopo-
rifles, quinine, and tOnics galore.
Midnight found us feeling as ii we
had not slept in Il year, and that we
would never sleep again, while
strange elfin pains pirouetted
through our whole enconomy.
Sleep did come after awhile, but
for what good, if we were to be
awakened by a terrible lowering
going on between our lower row of
teeth, every one Of which was aching,
while we seemed to hear a voice from
our brain crying out to us: For
goodness sake wake up and stop
that fuss We tried to stop it, but
we did not succeed for some time.
Time and patience would not suffer
us to tell of the many strange ach-
ings and epizootic disturbances
hitherto unchronicled in the annals
of our experience. Suffice it to say,
in making a long matter short, we
are firmly convinced that the Grip"
is stern reality, and that never
more will we felicita te ourselves that
1--WE never had it,"