The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1910-05-19
"OLD TIMER" WRITES.
The Beaver Hat Has Gone and So
Has Man.

Wanderers Rest, May 16.-Corre-
spondent from Jenny's, what is man
that thou art mindful of him? He
has lost out, the beaver is about eX-
tinct, and the beaver hat of stove
pipe height and large dimensions is
cast into oblivion and man with
them. When man wore large and
tall hats then the wife was proud of
him. How she smiled when she in
troduced him to strangers and how
he smiled and gracefully bowed to
feel that he was thus honored by his
spouse, and there were giants in
those days noted for politeness and
intellect, in fact all that made wo-
man proud of him. Now all is chang
ed. The beaver is gone and beavers
alone could furnish the material to
make a man out of him. Now he has
only makeshift for a hat as moth
ing else will take the place of the old
time beaver. Thus woman saw her
chance and from the little terrapin
shell bonnet she has evolved hat
that for size and splendor has so
dazzled the eyes of men and filled
them with awe that when one honors
him enough to be seen riding with
him he has to lean far to the right,
and all bumped over and looks and
feels like thirty cents; she sitting
erect looking so sweet but stern, as
much as to say: "Ah, my time has
come. I'll use him." In the old days
the fair sex were in mortal dread Of
mouse. Now she actually wears
rats in her hair. Those, days she must
have a chaperone. Now she goes
forth to conquer and she does. Then
she looked up to the man as states
man, now she looks down in pity on
the puny, stoop-shouldered spall hat
pigmyby her side. How clearly By
ron could see when he wrote:
woman, lovely woman, thou
My comforter my all,
How cold must be this bosom now
When e'er thy smiles begin to pail.
And now the lord of creation sends
forth no sound of protest but he
humbly bows to his fate and calmly
waits for the day when he must tend
to the children, keep house, and do
all the odd jobs now done by his su
perior half, with no show for better
day. He will meekly listen to the
madam of the future giving him
minute orders and directions how and
what to do while she goes to the
stock exchanges of the great cities of
the world or 70 the klondyke to su-
perintend or inspect some great min
ing scheme, or to Africa to hunt new
diamond fields, or to some great
church, State or world conference, to
devise some means to make better or
more helpful or obedient husbands;
and the poor fellow away back at
home nursing asick baby or scalding
his hand or blistering his fingers try
ing to turn hoe cake, will after
getting through the chores for the
day go to bed and dream of the absent
one and write something like the
lines below and head them
ONLY A DREAM.
Last night I dreamed of you
Tho you are so far from here,
And in that dream l saw you,
o, tell me are you ever near?
There were no smiles for me dear,
As in the days of long ago,
Only sad face so pale and white
Was all you had for Joe.
Last night I saw you,
You came silent and grey,
Only one look you gave. me,
Then you glided from me and
away.
Thus the same old story over,
In this dream l had of you,
The smile you give to others,
The frowns to one that's true.
Last night I saw you only,
Not him that was by your side,
Twas a dream only, dear one,
And 7 6n ohi10