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VOLUME I.
MARION, ALA. M/5CH, 1885.
NUMBER 2.
THE HOWARD BOY.
Who <loih rise al half past five.
And with the dust and bed-quilts strive.
And sweeps up room at double-quick.
Before the
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taps at six?
Who doth stand behind the bed,
b rightened till he's almost dead,
Trying to hide his feet so fair
While the O. I>. thinks his shoes are there?
A Howard I toy.
Who goes to bed before release
And gets caught up with— slick as grease.
And gets demerits for the same.
But then on Saturday says he's lame?
Who hath lenj lessons, who hath woe,
Who to his mamma wants to go,
And when he writes the same to her
Gets an emphatic, "No, no, Sir?''
A Howard Boy.
WhogOwS io the Judson Christmas night,
To show the girls his fire-works bright,
Begs the Professor to lc' him in
And then is afraid the gins to chin?
Who loth their B'bT*s a *} novels !>■ d
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Ami since he's rich and 'lis handy
Stops iheir irk bodies with his candy’
A Howard Hoy.
Who doth on M onday early go
To the Colonel with his woe
And tries that day lo get excused,
But in lieu of that gets abused?
Who then resolves next time to gel
The Monday lessons on Friday set?
Who doth then lo the class rooms go
"Busts" all day long and gets zero?
A Howard Boy.
Who doth visit his neighbor so free
And with him doth talk so gaily and free.
Till.
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is coming." by some one said.
Then mingles with dust under the bed?
Who scratchcth his head as lie pours over
"Math."
Thinking that his is an uneven path
And as he marches his Saturday tour.
Of that one thing he’> certain and sure5
A Howard Boy.
But who after all is noble and true
And does with his might what his hands find
to do.
Who. though full of fun and mischief, he
The ruler of state and country shall be?
Who takes "duty" a, a watchword and
guide
And follows it closely with manhood and
pride?
Who shall an honor, an ornament t-e
To himself. Ins family, Iris country so free?
The Howard Boy.
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TROUBLE BETWEEN THE DEBATING
SOCIETIES.
(Declamation delivered by 1- f . Thomas
at the Franklin Celebration, Jan. 15th.)
There is no tier miking, these great
political questions tan never be set¬
tled by argument. It has been tried
between our debating societies Last
Saturday night we had under discus¬
sion a question to the effect that
“The Electoral Commission was a
Fraud and a Disgrace t.> the Repub¬
lic." The republican young men of
ck door to cull the police, when he
as knocked down by a fire poker
V J a table was turned over on him
the Philomathic Society took the ■ resident- of the meetiiy, however,
affirmative, while those of a dc-mo-Vwas struck in the mop. It with the
cratic turn of mind of the Frankli •corner of 3 Howslrd C.ll.'e black-
Society took the negative. V «*oa1rt,; he fit» down *4. boo. heel
lines were closely drawn up, and if was • ro< on ori uac' Mr. El.iott
noticed that, after each speech on'..* Mrat ,l >e ^t. -ma-. h with a
either side, bad blood was l.eingl^bster s-tmabniged dictionary. Mr.
raised and a row was brewing. Mti?ampe' 10 S'’1 0111 ®‘
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Gamble, Mr. Sampey, Mr. Hurt. Mr
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I.ocklin, and other Blaine men haanj ’
shown conclusively that the £letno ' ....
cratic party was out of State’s prison ,a“ ‘ ' v " !J'"' l,‘flonf»ing 10
simply on probation and that it w ould •‘“’son pu e °til a 01 of whis-
bc put back in 1888, whi'r the Cleve- ‘Sainlx’-V s;ml’ ' Wral> .,lle flag
land men. such as Mr. Dawson, Mr. f*°u.nd ™® bovS- . andcxl»'rtd !oslow
Herring, Mr. Hunter, and Mr. Elliott®*?': “r’ °r’mmer- thl-' l>oli«*
had demonstrated beyond a doubt bp ’ a7>d and fol,nd f*
that the republicans who are now,
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w. .largely tWissmg.
will be on the 4th of March, in State's
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prison for stealing ... .870 and d
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being lost
tempting to steaHn the lpte c'erliot 1
win const it trie nearly two-third's t
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of
the working force of the party. Mr.
Dawson bad the floor, and was mak¬
ing a brilliant and beautiful perora¬
tion on the life and public services of
Grover Cleveland and was bolding
him up as a bright and shining light
beside any prominent republican that
could be mentioned, when a voice
said, "Liar." Mr. Dawson stopped,
placed his hand on bis “pistol'pock-
et," and asked to have remark
repeated. Mr. Locklin got up and
said that he characterized any man,
and he did it boldly, who made such
statements, as an “insurance agent,"
and he dared any person to take it
up. The President of the meeting.
Mr. Johnson, said that he had hoped
the «list ussion would he conducted
amicably, as he longed for peace, but
he said that he could everlastingly
whip any republican that would call
a democrat an “insurance agent."
Mr. Sampey jumped upon t chai.
and said that was the kind of a
hair-pin he was and began peeling his
coat, when Mr. Klliott, who was in
the hack part of the hall, put out the
lights and took a chair and began lo
take an account of the republican
stock. A chair leg took Mr. Hurt 011 J >
the upper lip and glanced '.11 and j li
knocked Mr. I.ocklin down stairs i*"
a pile of slabs Mr
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up and sai«l. " 1 me in, -Mr. Re- . 1
turning Board," and made for Mr tlj
Gamh' . a wicked republican. Gam- I o'
hie said, “Count me out;" th
slid d. >wn the h anisters and
down to Smith's restaurant umed
himself with a can of “ ■ d I
and went lo hisroou- ie lie h
with that “bee' night.
Tjf vexed question is at la¬
nd -s well as might he expected n ■-
de- the circumstances, except ?-i..
G.nible, who is suffering some from
eating too much beef.
" THE YOUNG LIVE FORWARD JN HOPE,
THE OLD LIVE BACKWARD IN
MEMORY."
(Iralion delivered by
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M lluntcrbefore the
Franklin Society.)
Why do the young live forward in
tope? What is it that causes them to
'look to future events for pleasure?
'.Vhnt do we understand by the young's
living forward in hope? Their life
is the hunter's horn, the chasing
I build, the panting deer, the reveler's
shout, the sparkling eye, the lover's
sung. No prophet can foretell, no
sige write, nor
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sing the glories
stored in the future awaiting the
young.
Even the most thoughtful young
men and women aliow their expect-
lions to soar too high upon the wild
wings of imagination. They know
t-ial brighter and h -tier days await
them than those enjoyed by t ie pre-
t- iling generations.
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run no
cloud will frov .i on their canopy ol
hlie, no *ha. darken their path,
ext spring ■ ;h - ■ n io -weetir
overs; suinioei yield mot. nisei ilts
nils; autumn ripen
one gilt'
oughts of
rimming
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in richer h 1 ■■-
1- more 1 el-
s o' night, in
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■ri
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lsures into
ol pearl and
grand array
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The voting heart pulsates, and
throbs, and heaves, like the waves of
ae sea. vhen the spirit of the storm
is m wing its waters. It burns, and
brightens, and glov with the fervent
heat of high and noble aspirations.
Who will say that it is not well to he
thus’
Great responsibilities rest upon thf
young; and great possibilities have
been accomplished by them, It was
an orphan boy that wrenched the
scepter from a long, line of kings,
crumbled empires, set up dominions,
leaped upon the throne and convulsed
the world. It was the youthful mind
of a Franklin that flew to the sky,
raced with the clouds - hrough the
heavens; caught tbe -c.irtreouecivv-T-.
the pi in, tore the fiery <afutne from
the lightning’s .Bin jo, ji-S
es with ilyffig- messages, JpT
the thunder-holt to torches, and set
tile world aglow with electric lights.
It was a hopeful young Spaniard
who. by gaining the favor and patron¬
age of his sovereigns, launched a
fleet upon the untried sea, yoked the
wild cyclone of the ocean, and drove
his ships ploughing and foaming
across the watery plain. At the foot
of the throne he cast his glittering
trophy — a new world.
Let these instances only inspire the
youthful heart to live forward in hope.
Walking in advance, hope beckons to
her young disciples till she reaches
the how spanning the dark chasm
between earth and heaven, and over
its radiant arch leads her followers
into the effulgence of endless day.
But from the young we turn to the
old, who "live backward in memory."
The gay flowers of May think the
I frigid snows of December horrid.
I lie laughing sunshine of spring
esteems hut little the souther clouds
of winter. Tile curly locks of thought¬
less youth little appreciate the grey
hairs of the octogenarian. They say,
"I sh ill not care to live when time
lias s tiken its ploughshare deep into
my brow, when my eyes are dim with
age, and when my form is bowed with
the multitude of years." But they
< i-nsider not that there is peace when
the whin- blossom of the almond tree
flourishes; yea. "light at even tide"
It is true that the aged r are nothing
for the present, or of the recent past.
To them the scenes of yesterday are
forgotten. The multitudinous changes
taking place in the world tail to in¬
terest them. Towns and villages rise
like in.i-' ir - the rattle of Steam and the
