The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1915-01-28
"A. W. b." Celebrates Birthday.


Priester, of the Ehrhardt police
force, says that the writer has not
more than 163 birthdays each year.
and celebrates every one of them.
Well, today, dark. dreary and pour
ing down rain, is the real birthday
as put down in the old family Bible,
and my clever cousins, Lalla, Eu-
genia and Sudie Ritter. gave ME
roval dinner at their handsome home.
They know that we keep bachelor
hall" which means poor dinners at
nv own home. But you should have
been with us today. The dinner was
superb. and splendidly prepared. OF
course a big fat gobbler was the piece
de resistance, but there was some
thing of everything and everything
of something that grows upon our
fields and farms. But the dinner
was not better than the social hours
spent around the fireside, where all
was innocent merriment. The only
thing that worried your scribe was
that too many ammo dominis are
resting on his shoulders, also the
stanza found in the works of Horace,
the Roman poet:
"Ehu fugaces Posthume, Posthume
labunti anni!"
("Oh! Posthumus, Posthumus,
how, the swift years glide away!D
But in memory today will ever be
an oasis in our desert life; day
though dark and dreary, yet in mem
ory will be far brighter than the
stars in cloudless skies. And may
the life of each of our pretty cousins
thoughtful cousins-be as bright,
or if such a thing be possible, may
no shadow cross their paths of life.
"selah!" as saith David, the sweet
psalmist..
The protracted rains are doing one
thing, and that is, making the oat
crop grow. Some farmers here are
hoping to be able to get their oats
on the market in May, and, if such a
thing be possible, it will be welcome,
indeed, for just now cash is mighty,
mighty scarce.
News is about as scarce as cash.
Everything is so quiet till one can
hear a pin drop any hour, day or
night. About the only business going
on is hog killing on cold, fair days,
| and We have only about one or two
each week, but our good neighbors
don't forget us when they kill hogs,
The ravens fed Elijah, but we are
mere fortunate than he, for our good
neighbors have been feeding US all
the year on sausages, pudding, pork
and so on. Good people, we are at
the same old stand "settin' to the
saw" and we are beginning to think
that the Biblical saying should be
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ceive than to give" But the writer
has some as good neighbors as any
one. and We hope that we will ever
live in such unity. David sang: "Be-
hold, how good. and how pleasant it
is for brethren to dwell together in
unity. 1t is like the precious oint-
ment upoh the head, that ran down
upon the beard, even Aaron's beard,
that went down to the skirts of his
garment; as the dew Of Hermon, and
as the dew that descended upon the
mountains of Zion; for there the
Lord commanded the blessing, even
life forever more"
This is a Sunday birthday and a
Sunday letter. You see we have not
forgotten entirely the teachings OF
our father and mother, who taught
us each Sunday to study the Bible.
While we cannot believe it all, yet it
is a good book to live by and a bet
ter book to die by. No, Biblical writ
er appeals to us as David. While his
poems are lacking in exact meter,
the feet bungling, still they make a
direct appeal to the heart, as no other
poet makes. A. W. b.
Olar, Jan. "a.