The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1922-04-27
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Well give him hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men with cheers, the boys with
shouts,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay, when Johnnie
comes marching home again!
The old man and the little boy, his
grandson, sat together in the shade OF
the big walnut tree in the front yard,
watching the Decoration Day Pa
rade," as it passed up the long street;
and when the last of the veterans was
out of sight the grandfather MUIR
INJURED the words Of the tune that came
drifting back from the now distant
band at the head OF the procession.
did you, Grandpa" the boy asked.
did what?"
"Did you all feel gay when the army
got homer
at didn't get home all at once, pre-
cisely," the grandfather explained.
"When the war was over 1 suppose we
felt relieved. more than anything else"
"You didn't feel so gay when the
war was, though, / guess !" the boy
ventured.
81 guess we didn't"
"Were you scared, Grandpa? Were
you ever scared the Johnnies would
VIM"
mo. We weren't ever afraid Of
that"
well, weren't you ever scared your
self, Grandpa? 1 mean when you were
In battle"
ooh, yes; was" The old man
laughed. Scared aplentyw
81 don't see why" the boy said
promptly. 81 wouldn't be scared In a
battle"
wouldn't your"
"Course not Grandpa why don't
you march in the Decoration Day pa
rade? Wouldn't they let your"
I'm not able to march any more.
Too short Of breath and too shaky in
the legs and too blind"
II wouldn't care" said the boy. 'Td
be In the parade anyway, If was you.
If I'd been In your place, Grandpa, and
they'd let me be in that parade, I'd
been right up by the band. Look,
Is the way I'd be. Grandpa"
He rose from the garden bench
where they sat, and gave a complex
imitation of what had most appealed
to him as the grandeurs Of the pro-
cession, his prancing legs Stimulating
those OF the horse Of the grand mar
shall, while his upper parts rendered
the drums and bugles of the band, as
we'll as the officers and privates Of the
militia company which had been a fea-
ture Of the parade. The only thing
he left out was the detachment of
veterans.
"Putty-boom Putty-boom Putty
boom-boom-boom he vociferated, as
the drums-and then as the bugles:
"Ta. ia, ra, tara I" He addressed his
FESTIVE legs: whoa, there, you
Whiteyl Geel Hawl Git up!" Then,
waving an imaginary sword: "Col-
lumn right Farwud march, Halt
Carry harms I" He carried arms"
"Show-dler harmsv" He "shouldered
arms" and returned to his seat.
"That'd be me, Grandpa. That's the
way I'd do" And as the grandfather
nodded seeming to agree, thought
recently dismissed returned to the
mind of the composite procession and
he asked:
"Well, why weren't you ever afraid
the Johnnies would whip the Unions,
3randpa7"
"Oh, we knew they couldn't"
81 guess So" The little boy laughed
disdainfully, thinking his question sat
isfactorily answered. 81 guess those
ole Johnnies couldn't whipped a flea
They didn't know how to fight any at
all, did they, Grandpa7"
"Oh, yes, they didw
"WhatT The boy was astounded.
weren't they all just regular ole cow
ards, Grandpap
NO" said the grandfather. "They
were pretty fine soldiers"
"They were7 Well, they ran away
whenever you began shootin' at 'em,
didn't theyT
sometimes they did, but most times
they didn't. Sometimes they fought
like wildcats-and sometimes we were
the ones that ran away"
"But the Johnnies were bad men,
weren't they, GrandpaT
mo"
The ooy's forehead, customarlly va
can't showed some little vertical
shadows, produced by a struggle to
think. "Well. but" he began slowly.
listen, Grandpa, listen herel You
eaid-vou said Won never got scared