The Sneedville news. (Sneedville, Tenn.) 191?-19??, 1922-09-29
Backward turn backward
o time in yorr fiigh
Make me e child again
Just for tonight

Suct Iva SoihShs.G 4
When the Poet penned these
four lines he must have realized
this can nev0 really come true.
yet l have went back tonight By
the light of imagination to my
childhood days, and while my
mind is revealing in visions Of
the past / first begin to wonder;
! where are all my school-mates
who played with me around the
old log schoolhouse where ! have
spent the pleasantest days of my
life, where are the boys that
played with me on the old red
hill, and stood by my side as we
stood up in the class and tried to
see who could stand at the head
OF the class the longest, what
has become of the boys.I played
ball with around the old school
house, where are the boys that
marched with me to the nest Of
the yellow jacket, the humble
bee and the hornet and tried ~
dodge the unerring aim of the
old grandfather hornet as he fsr
ed his shots at q spo: betweefi
our eyes and never missed his
aim, where are the sweet rosey
faced girls who tripped along the
dusty road each morning and
night on her way to and from
school to brighten and gladden.
the monotonous hours of the BOYD
who studied Rays old practic
Arithmetic and Harvey's o1
Grammer and Webster's old bluD
back speller. wht re are the girl
that tripped along in her Gallo
dress and gingham bonnet. VIII
cast sweet, glances at theboys
their fax brecches and one 2
and old straw hst1
all gona and 49,
gone to other States. some have
gone 10 other counties in Tenn
essee, and many have passed out
and gone to that land from whose
bourne no traveller has ever re-
turned, what a sad thought this
is, the boys and girls of my child
hood and young manhood. who
went to the same school with me
can now be numbered on the
fingers of one hand, where only
a few years ago 1t seems, nearly
a hundred happy boys and girls
marched to tie old log school
house OH the hill each morning
and marched away at night hap
py and care free.
Where tco, Oh! where are the
good old fashioned teachers who
loved each student as his own
child and proved his love to us
by the use of an elm sprout six
feet long or more and made US
stand on one foot for half hour
if we broke the law of the school
He, too is gone, all gone. to the
great beyord, they have been
gathered home, the earth. the
best friend of man has opened
ner arms and folded them to her
BOSOM, their bodies have moul-
Tered back u the parent earth.
heir spirits have returned to
Sod who gave it, there is only
me of. my old teachers now liv-
ng, God Bless him, and love
him as 4 father.
Where too, is the old log house
With the old slab benches with
,eg legs with no back TO ,ean
against. the old house witt one
window and no glass, with an
pen fireplace around which We
II gathered when the frost came
nd bit our toes? The old house
S gone, but the memory of it
till remains with me as but yes
erday, it seems that can still
ee the little boys at play with
heir ball and marbles, the sweet
title rosey faced girls Jumping
he rope and playing antney over
ne old house. and catching the
,all in their gingham apron,
an still see myself standing on a