Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 191?-19??, 1914-06-04


of glass. John loves Col. Cay and I
believe the love is mutual, as an evil
dence of Johns love, he named the
most of his children after him and
only regrets that he has no more to
name for him.
The Colonel's house was heaquart-
ers for Whee1er's Cavalry. during the
reunion. When 1 went in it reminded
me of army days. There were a host
of former colonels, captains, aids, etc.
setting around, all courteous and clev-
er. None of the haustiness Of them
days. I introduced myself as Private
Hollowell from the Tar Heel State,
and such hand shaking! The Colonel
was not up, Gt was early in the day.
but when he learned through his
brother that I was out in the piazza he
sent me word to not leave until he
could dress, and in a few minutes he
was down-he had not been to break
fast and insisted upon my breakfast
ing with him-I had been to breakfast
and declined to further mortify my
stomach, but he would have me to go
to the table and talk with him while
he ate. After breakfast he would not
be satisfied unless I would agree to be
sandwiched in between two or three
Colonels and Captains of Wheeler's S
Cavalry. 1 protested against his plac
ing a private Tar Heel among such
high ones. I finally consented pro-
vided he would use as excuse therefor
that he put the Tar Heel in to make
the cavalry stick, he said good and in
went. We were little late in joining
the parade and had to fall in in the
rear and we had to wait one and half
hours for them to pass. 1t was said
that there were 1,500 autos, numerous
carriages, infantry and cavalry in the
parade, constituting a column of 8
miles in length. This procession was
witnessed by a throng of people spread
out along this line of miles, standing
on each side of the street from 5-to 10
deep-it was the grandest parade I
ever saw.
When 1 was leaving the Co1onels, he
handed me bundle of cards to give
out to his friends as souvenirs of tho
Jacksonville reunion, one of which /
am giving to you Joe, and you may
copy it with the endorsement on the
back. l have given a great number of
them out and while on the cars when
1 was giving some away, a couple of
ladies, unknown to me, asked me for
one. They said they did not know
what it was but they were satisfied
it was something good. 1 gave them
one each, and after reading them they
laughed and said they were Yankees
from the state of Maine.
l told them to take them home and
show them to their gentlemen friends
and tell them that while we are re-
constructed and would follow Old
Glory and under her charge face hell
with barlow knife to protect her, yet
not few of us still sing that song.
The reunion passed off very pleas
antly. I heard of one death. The old
officers were reelected, and Richmond
named as the next place of meeting.
Joe, never know when to quit ex-
tolling Jacksonville for it's mighty eff
fort to make everything grand. 1t was
the finest decorated city I ever saw,
flags and bunting f1oated from every
place large enough to hold one and
they were not through with it when
l left-they covered the old soldiers
with flags, buttons, in fact, everything.
I saw men completely covered with
paraphernalia. The Foreigners were
there, of course, and there for the
there was in it. He could come
along offering all manner of buttons,
flags, etc., for only 10c. each and by
the time these and those offering to
pin others on gratis a fellow looked
like he had been knighted by many
nations. One fellow pinned a beauti
full button to the lapel of my coat;
while he was at it, I looked down and
saw the word welcome" on it, SO I
did not object. After he was through
with me and crowd around me, and
was off to find others, took notion
to investigate, and, Joe, what do you
think it was? An advertisement for a
wholesale liquor house, full quarts
for $3.50-I did not bring that card
home with me, you bet l did not
think the old woman would appreciate
it as a Jacksonville souvenir. And,
Joe, speaking of liquor, almost every
other house was an open bar. Said
to be 500 in the city, not to mention
the wholesalers, and yet there was
little drunkenness. I have seen as
many men drunk in Goldsboro at
circus or other big day as I saw
there, and 1 was almost persuaded
that it is the pure cussedness of men,
wishing to violate the law, that makes
them seek to get it from a blind tiger
l never wanted drink while in the
army until there was an order that it
should not be carried into camp. So
you see got full of that same cussed-
ness myself.
Well, Joe, I expect I'll tire your
readers with my poor effort to give
them synopsis of what I saw and
heard at the grandest reunion ever
held, so l will quit. If you think best
you can consign this to the waste
basket.
Respectfully,
w. G. HOLLOWELL
(The following is the poem on the