Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1917-03-14
Nursing a Carbuncle. Looking
For Uncle Ben's Shoes.
Editor The Advertiser:

For Uncle Ben's Shoes.
Editor The Advertiser:
I am going to give you scatter
ing letter to-day, if can keep my
wits together. I have been nurs-
Ing carbuncle on the back of my
neck for weeks, and that is some
thing else. DID you ever nurse
one on your neck? If not. I hope
you never will. This thing has
kept me doubled up like grub
worm in his winter bed for while.
1t takes lot Of grit and grace, to
be real patient with one. l had
rather nurse red-headed, cross
eyed baby any time.
This has been the hardest winter
that ] have known in many years.
have never known as many deaths
from pneumonia. But now the
south wind blows softly, the buds
are beginning to burst fourth into
flowers, the blue-birds are building
their nests, and the little wren her
house, and the southern mocklng bird
pipes its sweet notes from the
grapevine. / know by that spring
is near. Mr.. Editor, did you ever
stop ano listen to the mocking-
bird? and for the time being forget
everything else but yourself and
the bird? It,is the most wonderful
singer in the south, and lives only in
Dixie" They can't live in cold
climate. 1t not only sings through
the day, but at night when the
moon unveils her face, and the
stars from their silver sockets throw
their soft mellow light upon the
earth, this same sweet songster will
continue to send out to the air and
the clouds his music while all ma
ture is silent and still, and his notes
so faithfully translate and portray
by day and by night the mysteries
of human sentiment-its Joys, it's
hopes, its bright aspirations, its sor-
rows and its miseries, in tuneful
melody. Let US save this sweet
singer from obstruction; once gone
he is gone forever, "Oh listen to
the mocking bird"
1 am amused and provoked as
we'll, at the fellows looking through
the fence crack and over the
palings, and around the corners for
Senator Tillman's shoes; they want
them bad, but I want him to keep
them on and see that they are well
laced up, or they will get them yet.
/ have said, and now say, l had
rather have him for my Senator,
sitting on his front steps at his home
at Trenton than one of those fellows
that are so anxious for his shoes to
be sitting in the Senate Chamber at
the Capitol. / want the old Ro-
man to stay where he is, until the
Master calls him from labor to re
freshment, then give his son Henry
his shoes. So Mote 1t Be.
Well we are about to be IN a
dance with death it seems. We
have borne everything for peace.
But our long suffering has availed
nothing with Germany's outrages,
she has been blotting our ruin
through Mexico and Japan; We have
done everything to escape war. 1t
is now time to do something to es-
cape disaster and disgrace. 1t is
time to do something for honor.
We cannot surrender our birth
right of liberty for a mess of pot
tage. In the language of Patrick
Henry, for one live or die sink or
swim, will defend the American
flag, and to help uphold the honor
and dignity of this great country of
ours; and to stand by the Presi-
dent, the greatest man that America
has, And when the Governor makes
a call for help, I will answer
Ready"
I am like the old dutch woman
was when the cows broke in and de.
stroyed her cabbage-patch. She used
some S. S. words, and her husband
said "oh. Dolly it's ugly to talk that
way" vat you say? hush John, I'm
mad now.
J. Russell Wright.
Seneca, S G.