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n a „ | Do you know that you NfOll » can save Big Money by kslv/|s • reading Every line of the ads in the Review. We guarantee this to you. It’s up to you to make good.The Review is read and appreciated by that loPol. 13, No. 8BUGLE CALLS, BUT PEACEMEETING OF VETERANSIncidents Related Around the CampFires of the Sixties—Once More Boys—Daughters Make Hearts Glad.The editor spent another pleasant hour Saturday afternoon with members of High Point Camp of Veterans in their regular monthly meeting, which have become to be one of the real pleasures of life with this newspaper man, so much so that he looks forward with delight for the next one. These fine fellows, jolly as in the days of yore—in the early sixties when they shouldered their guns in defense of the Southland, are an inspiration to this generation. Here they meet, transact business, tell over again the ever-interesting stories of the long ago “when knighthood and southern chivalry were in flower,” of the roar of the cannon and the rattle of musketry, of the charge to victory and sometimes defeat, of the overwhelming! numbers of the north with improved' lighting irons pitted against the comparatively small numbers of the south with very poor fighting apparatus and yet with all this they were nevermington, N. C., soon, said Commander Wood.As usual refreshments were served by the Daughters. Those present: Mes-dames J. W. Harriss, H. C. Field and Misses I. Irvin Paylor and Venetia Smith. The refreshments consisted of coffee, sandiwches and delicious old time molasses cake. Cigars and smoking tobacco were passed also. The phonograph furnished music for the occasion. The Daughters are idolized by the old soldiers and by commorf consent the sponsor, Miss Paylor, who is the personification of gentleness nad womanly grace, towards the veterans. It is she who plans and succeeds for them. Cigars, tobaccos and other things are secured through her efforts and everything made comfortable and cozy at the headquarters. And all—the Daughters—they cook and serve delicacies for those who they are so glad • to honor and so regretful that more has not been done long ago.It would pay anyone to take a peep into these gatherings of the old vets, it would make you happier, stronger and better.whipped, only subdued by the force of numbers, like a great avalanche thrown against a frail house, of their leave-taking of home and loved ones in vigorous manhood, answering the call of duty, leaving wife and children at home under the protection of God and the old negro daddy and mammy and other influences, to face the deadly hail of shot or shrapnel, to go for days without food, fighting and sleeping, in trenches on snow covered grounds, through biting winds and blizzards; still pushing forward under the flag of Dee and Jackson and inspired as no men were ever inspired v/itn the licart-thrilling “Dixie,” which sent thousands half-starved and racked with pain into the very teeth of the enemy, and yes, sad to say, into the jaws of death—Dixie! My what a song. It makes the nerves tingle with energy, the heart beat faster, the hands to applaud, the feet to shuffle and your wholebeing vibrate with icyousncss and de- 1 termination. * \ * w \miuatlon“But,” said one of the veteranB. m speaking of the crude fighting implements the Confederates had at first, “it was not long, until we had plenty of . the Yanks' guns, but we found it a hard job to get the stuff to use in them.”“Cussing,” said one, in reference to Mr. Small, late of the Soldiers' Home, “you don’t know nothing. We had the ‘cuasingest’ colonels in our regiment you ever saw. He cussed everything and then lt;urscd because he had nothing else to curse about. But, in striking contrast, we had another colonel, a good Christian man. One day his attention was called to a soldier who had the fright and was bid behind a tree. This colonel walked ilt; to the fellow and said: ‘My boy. get up and show the blood of your mother.’ And that fellow went into the fight and redeemed himself.”“That reminds me.” said another veteran, “a weak-kneed fellow rn a certain battle jumped into a ditch and hid. The Colonel rebuked him. whereupon the fellow repiled that he just couldn stand it. ‘You are a babv,’ said the colonel. ‘Wish T was and a doll baby at that,’ replied the fellow.“just to show you the inferiority of our arms,” said Commander Tom Woods, “five men from every, company in the regiment, crack shots too, were picked for target practice, the prize a fine pig, decorated in cedar and flags, the time Christmas morning. The distance was 160 feet, size of target, one foot square, and only four men hit it. I was one of them, coming third. A. A. Gordon from Company E, 22nd North Carolina Regiment, was also in the contest. Part ot that pig was sent to James Petti-this here war talk impresses me more than some of you. I also had three brothers in the Civil war and one of them was chaplain-surgeon. He was with the dying, stood by the condemned as the fata) shot was fired, helped m the hospitals and performed a service that isn’t often exacted of a man. I refer to the late Rev. Frank Wood, my brother and his father,” pointing to Geo. T. Wood, so spoke the commander of thecamp. - . ,Col D H. Milton made a very interesting talk on the “old soldier,” past and present and referred to the conditions at the Home, saying that things must be made comfortable and pleasant for the old soldiers,. that the state vos due this to them. His talk was well received. _ ,, , ...Veteran John Little said that things might not he as they should at the Home hut a lot of the trouble was due to some of the soldiers themselves m not being satisfied and too prone to growl. , .Committeeman Geo. T. Wood, as usual,The donors of the refreshments served weie: Coffee and sugar, New York Cafe; cream, candy kitchen; sandwiches, Mes-dames J. W. Harriss and H. C. Field; cake Mrs. A T. Wishart; cigars, Matton Drug Co; “Moonshine” smoking tobacco, Baily Bros. Winston; loan of victrola, Jarrett stationery Co.Chas. Hoertell very thoughtfully sent a gift ot $5 00.And thus the liberally inclined people are helping the cause nicely.
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High Point, North Carolina, US
Thu, Feb 17, 1916
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