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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA. GEORGIA'OCTOBER 91 1893
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Our Boys ai)d (jirl^.
"fTe invite young peop’e to oontrib-
„,e,„ tbiep U ^. butinihe interest oi
readers we iDsist that they shall not
je content with sending merely so-
c ,lled letters, but must send letters
about eoMUTUisa. The best topics for
bejiosers are to be found in the ex
periences of every-day life. If they
bare lived always in a city they should
not undertake to describe country-
life; if always in the country, they
cannot portray city-life. And this
biDt they may elaborate indefinitely.
A column contains about 1,000 words
One-third or half that space is all that
writers should want ordinarily. Write
first w’th a pencil- Then revise care
fully. Punctuate, and erase unneces
sary words- Watch your capitals.
Then copy with ink. Arrange the
words, whether prose or verse, as they
should appear in print. Write only
on one side of the sheet. Count the
words and write the number at end of
manuscript. Articles that exhibit
carelessness will be returned or thrown
out We would like to be able to open
this department with an original
short poem every week.
Editor Sunny South,
TUX CHAIR.
For This Paok.
Bae the fair-man in his chair,—
Easy chair I
What a world of ruefulness there Is about his
lair I
How he chuckles, chuckles, chuckles,
lu a traueport of delight,
A# tbs poems from his Knuckles
Drop luto the basket white I
t.hlle his pen upon the table
Roratohes fast as it is able,
Keeping tluio, time, time,
In a sol t of Kemio rhyme,
To the humor aud the pathos from the chair
From the chair, chair, chair, chair, chair, chair,
chair,
To the humor that proceedeth from the chair.
’Tu the editorial chair,—
Ea*y chair.
what a fearful world of wonders does it hide
behind It th^rel
How the souls of poets tremb'e.
And their fear they'll dissemble
11 “«F eagerly await the paper every week 1
What a volume of despair
To the names who are uot there
twb* every new edition of Cue Sunny South
•peak!
And to think it’s all because
A. . basket’s open jaws,
nu the literary slay«r iu tne chair,—
me chair, chair, chair, chair, chair, chair,
cbair
the basket and the slayer in the chair.
Dix ie Heights, Fla. —A. L. P.
A Little Alabamian.
Hkar Editor and Cousins :
1 wrote once, but did not write
About any special thing. It was not
published, so I will try again. I have
been to the springs all summer; I
missed tne “ Sunny South” so much.
1 have just begun school. I live in a
small place in Alabama, but we have
vp™! e ! c ^ 00 *' We ha ve a large school
com D \f t0 play 011 ? H is shady and
P a P a wanted to go to At-
h«J a ^ lve ’ but he did not go. We
or ° een takin S your paper for six
ter thlk ye « rs *- 1 wonder if I can en-
If vm. 6 Wlth 8uch a simple letter,
again W1 et me in » * will write
Tour unknown friend,
Jacksonville, Alal ALABAMA GlRU ”
•lurk.oBTllle, Ala.
int EAR ^ ditor: I come as a stranger
o your happy band yet I feel quite
ome. l have been reading your
p * r S ° l0n *’ 1 like to read the war
to read°inir C R but 1 am more delighted
it is so ni > a and Girls. I think
leisnr e to ® l > at we can de vote our
^•Sy om« ltlng to y° u * 1 ^nder
*0, iHkiS C0U81ns take music? I
music teaJh- “k' ch ’ 1 want ^ be a
»o Me r jf W i en 1 * et bi *.' Anl1 1
•weetbeartf 7 t f K 0Ur C0U8ms have
brown i.bave one; he has
black hair. The
The Origin of Po*t»g« Stamps.
word swptrL . • Dlack bail
friend or 18 for youn £ ladies,
o*, but ?* ° Piaymate is the v
us, but I Q p ajI r % te is the word for
win not tuif 8W8et bearts to those who
•ayfriend S ^ t0 tho i e tell I
not be thrown b ° pe my first trial will
il Will clo ® the scra P basket.
•Pace enouRh°f P1Dg tbat you wil1 leave
enough for my short letters.
“Sunflower.”
8uaken 6 L^L Ca fl e Mountains is the Great
ja the world ' It deeply-sunken lak«*
a.«
u »4apth„„ h „*;^o^ o -.ter, but
For The Sunny South.
The origin of postage stamps has a tinge
of romanc- in it.
Between forty and fifty years ago, Bow-
land Hill, while crossing a district of
Northern England, arrived at the door of
an inn where a postman had stopped to
deliver a letter.
A young girl came ont to receive it, she
turned it over and over in her hand and
asked the price of postage.
On being told that it was a shilling, she
sighed sadly saying that the letter
w»s from her brother but she had no mon*
fy and returned the letter to the postman.
Mr. Hiil, touched with pity, paid the pos
tage and gave the letter to the girl.
Scarcely had the postman. turned his
back when the girl said : “This is only a
trick between my brother and myself. The
envelope contained no writing; some
signs on the envelope tell me the news.
We are both so poor that we invented this
way of correspondence without paying
postage ”
Rowland, continuing on his way, asked
himself if a system giving rise to snob
frauds was not a vicious one?
B f jre sunset he had planned to organ-
z t the pcstal service upon anew basis
wi th what success the world knows.
Monticello, Ga. Emma G. P.
The Stan That Fell.
Dear Letter Boxers: I do not feel
quite so lonely among yon now, for I met
our much known and loved Cecil, while
visiting this summer. I saw one of Earn
est Willie's pictures, and reccgnizedit im
mediately.
My grand-mother told me of the falling
of stars when she was a young lady, also
what one of her father's slaves thought
about it. He was a preacher, one of your
good old-tim- Baptists
When he opened his cabin door and
saw lights fallirfg he immediately fall on
his knees and said:
"O Lord, have mercy on met I am will
ing to go, I am not afraid, oase I have
done de best I kin!”
"What’s de matter out dar?” interrupt
ed his wife.
"De matter: Why de he’bens has aU
busted loose. Jesus Christ is done oorne
and I’m a-gnin’ to find him.”
"You aiu’t going in that fix is you?
Come back an’ get yonr close on.”
"I tell you it is no time for olose,” he
answered ’m a-goin’ to be the first to meet
him ”
Well, grand-father says women never
forget their clothes, not even when they
thought Jesus Christ was on earth.
I-thonght I would change my nanr e as
there is another Hascal. Who remembers
this Hascal?
ThouvhU aid Buyings.
Fob The Sunny South.
Laura: “As soon as I finish school
I am going to the New England Con
servatory of Music.”
Clara: “How nice I I would like to
go over to England myself.”
Old lady Jones (at grocery store):
“I would like to have ten cents’ worth
of pepper. How much will it cost?”
Clerk (smiling): “Ten cents, mad
am.”
Teacher: “Mary, parse this sen
tence : ‘A cat is an animal.’ ”
Mar; : “A is an apjective, and it
limits cat.”
Teacher: “Well, what is cat?”
“Mary : “Cat is an animal.”
“Winks : “Do you know when en
gagements are not engagements?”
Blinks: "No—when?'’
Winks: “When they’re matches.”
Mr. Joyce: “Now, Miss Rosa, can’t
you translate “anio tu” into En
glish? ”
Miss Rosa: “Not for you, Mr.
Joyce.”
Belle Harvey,
Austin, Tex.
An Old Hunter’s Story*
For The Sunny South.
< I am not superstitions,” said the old
hunter, "bat it is a remarkable coincident
that every time I dream of blood I kill a
deer the next day I The last deer I killed
was a very fine back, and the night before
I dreampt that I was back in Virginia fight
ing Yankees, and a certain little branch
npon which I have often taken a stand for
deer was also transfered to Virginia in
my dream, and while standing in a little
path bv that branch I saw a tall, hand
some Yankee officer coming toward me.
He was dressed in an elegant new uniform
and presented a very fine appearance. I
called to him to halt bnt he took no notice
of me and continued to advance, and then
I shot him down. He lay there in the path
and I could see his life blood fljwing out
just as plain as day.
"Next morning I said to my friends,
gentlemen, we are going to kill a deer to
day.”
"Another one of your dreams of blood?”
asked one of them.
"Yes, said I, and you will see that it
comes ?rue; I have never known it to fail.”
They all laughed. m
"Almost as soon as the dogs jumped I
knew by the course they took mat they
would cross that little branch that I had
dreamed of ”
I ran my horse down there and just had
time to dismount and throw the reins over
a little stump, when I saw a fine buck
coming down the identical nath in which
I dreamt I saw the yankee officer. He did
not see me and I waited until he got in
good gun shot of me and pulled down on
him, and tumbled him in his tracks. I
went up to where he lay and it was not
twenty steps from the sp it upon which 1
dreampt the yankee officer fell.
The same thing had happened to me at
least ten times before and on one occasion
since then I started out fox hunting and
the dogs jumped a deer, and an old man
seeing them pass his house got his gun
and hurried to a ntighb iring stand and
S ot there just in time to bring down a big
°°k. A S. Salley, Jr.
Orangebnrg, S G.
That fan.
For the Sunny South:
The everlastin’ cheatin’ agoin* on in
this here world of ours is a blot ter crea
tion 1 O, if I could manage this worlds
while I wouldn’t rest till I had ever’ one
of them cheatin’ creatures cast into a fi *ry
furnance, or somewhere so they couldn’t
disturb us innocent mortals! Yes! J,
Lucy London, would do that very thing.
What? I couldn’t do it? You j-st try
me, if you don’t believe me, an’ you’ll see.
Jest you let me tell you wnat they did ter
mo, fen you won’t blame me fer being so
furious.
A short while ago I saw an advertise
ment. It said:
"Agents Wanted
to sell a
Fine $500 Piano t
it can’t be beat!!
The Grandest Piano Made 11
Every one sending $2 50 will receive
A Fine Miniature Piano, of the same
make provided thev act as agents.”
"Silas,” says I to my husband, "here is
onr chance for a fortune,” savs I, highly
excited. "A fine piano for $2 50 Who
ever heerd the like?” Then I read him
the advertisement.
"Now wife,” says he, “I would not an
swer that advertisement. It’s a big hum
bug ”
“It ain’t no humbug,” says I. "Sarah,
get your ma the pen and ink quick! ”
Sarah wanted it as bad as I did, so she
had the ink ’fore I could turn round
"I haven’t got no money,” growled Silas;
"like to know where you goin’ to git your
$2 50.”
"O, I’ll fix that,” says I. "Sarah, tell
Ann to give the baby to Liu, so she can
run over to Mrs. Gill’s aud ask her to
please loan me $2 50, and I’ll pay it back
next week.”
Wal, I got the money.
"Wife,” say Silas, "you’re goin’ to lose
that money, an’ no mistake!”
"Silas,” says I, "I wish you would hold
your gab. You always look on the dark
side of everything. O, I alios did think
the Vose was a good piano, but this boats
it all to pieces. I must start out right
away and try to get rid of this here organ
of our’n, so that piano can sit right there.
I never did like an organ no how—no, I
never did.”
Wal, two weeks afterward we got a pos
tal card sayin’ the piano was at the depot.
Silas said, "I got some bizoess to tend
to over to Alton’s mill, so I’ll go by aud
have the piano hauled up.”
“No,” says I, “I'll go myself.”
4 O, ma,” says S-rah, "please let m<* go;
O, please;” and she set up sich a btggin’,
I give under and let her go.
Directly we saw her cornin’ back with
something like a band-box in her arms.
"What’s that you got, Sarah?” say I.
"Don’t know, ma; the express man
gave it to me.”
Wal* I took the package and opened it;
and what do yon reckin’ it was? The lit-'
tlest old piano you ever set yo eyes on;
little enough for a baby to tote. An this
was that fiae piano 1 An we been a run-
nin all over the oommnnty a tryin to sell
the organ for this shebang of a concern t!
I felt like throwin the thing to the side of
the wall, an basting it. O it’s a good
thing for them piano folks that they
wasn’t near me, for I’d a give ’em a bles-
sin out they hadn’t had or never would a
had in their life time. An to think I paid
$1 00 exprees.
"Sarah get yo bonnet—no I’ll go my
self ”
I took it a sailin back to the express of
fice.
"Mr Jinks,” say I to the express man,”
"Send this thing right back where it come
from. It shant stay in this town.”
An he sent it too; but the $2 50 and $1 00
express was gone for good and sho.
When Silas come home that night I told
him about it
" Wife,” said he, “get me the advertise
ment.”
I got it. I had been keeping it carefully
so I could sue them if I never heerd from
them.
Directly Silas commenced laughing fit
to kill.
I got mad and told him he didn’t have
anything to laugh at.
“Wife,” says he, "don’t you know what
miniature means ?”
I got down my big dictionary and found
it meant very small.
Very small indeed I
Wal, they were cheating folks any how,
for if they meant small pianos why
couldn’t they put small pianos ? What did
they put "miniature” piano for? And I
bet they have cheated lots more people
out of money in this world than
Lucy London.
‘UHCLI OH1BLKI
A Trae Starr.
For The Sunny South.
The days of his usefulness were over.
Though to the children cf the family he
was an unfailing soared of interest, with
his many stories of plantation life before
the war. The days when all was happi
ness and prosperity.
His accounts of the dinners by day, the
dances by night, the fine horses and hand
some riders, sounded like fairy tales to the
children.
His greatest pride, though, was to tell
of his own horses, hew spirited they were;
how they "chomped the bit, and pawed
the air.”
"You aee, Chilians,” he’d say, and dis
play his bent old hands, "hit ain’t rama*
tiz that done this, ef it do look like it.
Hit’s reinin’ in dem fas’ hos«es. Lor, yes,
Chilians, you jes’ orter seen Uno’ Char es
mighty nigh staudin’ straight np, to keep
dem bosses from rnnnin’ away.”
Uncle Charles *ua typical ante bellum
negro. Born and bred on a large plan'a
tion in Southern Mississippi, the property
of a kind and wealthy master, he knew
little of life ontside of his home, or sepa
ration from what he termed ‘his fo*ks ’
i It is not to be wondered at therefore,
that he refused to leave the family after
the war, when the y <unger and let-s grate
ful negroes were daily deserting them.
Among these were Unde Charles’ two
danghtrrs, Charlotte aud Matilda. They
had married and moved across the river
from the old plantation, and it was
source of great mortification to them that
their father continued to serve the man
who had owned him.
“Go long, gal*,” be would always rep 7 y
to their enirt-aties to go with them. "You
don’ low dat I se gwine ter lebe Mira
John now when he ain’t got no money an
no friends, art+r all he’s done far Unc
Charles, does yer?”
Lottie and Tillie, (formerly Charlotte
and Matildts) would elevate their broad
noses to the highest possible pitch, and let
fall very slighting remarks about “these
slave niggers,” and "sosorry they couldn’t
be proud of pa.” Uacle Charles did not
d<-ign to reply to these speeches, bat
stuck to his old master as closely as
ever.
His only taBk, and that a self-appointed
one, was to ring the plantation bell at
sunrise, noon and sunset, to snmmou the
field hano.8 to and from work. This had
been his sole occupation for years. It
was a familiar picture to all on the place
to see his stooping figure moving to and
from his cabin to the bell rope.
Bat at last even this was denied him,
for Uncle Charles gradually became so
feeble that be was confined almost con
stantly to his bed. It was then that bis
daughters came, aud, in spite of his de
sire to remain in the old cabin, and the
family’s wish to keep him there, carried
him away to their home.
He began to fail more rapidly from that
time, and soon his m nd became clouded
all bis thoughts were centered on the old
home, and he seemed to live over the days
of bis yonth.
Often in his delirium he wonld start up
iu bed, aud grasping an imaginary iein,
exclaim:
"Whoa dare, Blackbird—lookout, Shoo-
fly!” then fall back muttering inarticulate
words
In his lucid intervals he would beg pit
eously "to be taken back home,—b<ok to
Marsters’.” All to unheeding ears, how
ever, for his daughters thought they knew
what was best for him.
Finally they came one morning to the
old man’s room, and to their surprise
found the bed unoc upied—the room de
served. After long aud tedions search
they came upon his body lying in a forest
of spreading pines and cypress trees, stiff
and cold in death.
The Lng grey moss, less grey than the
ashen pallor cf the old man’s face, was
falling from the trees about him, making
a fitting shroud for the dead, while the
November wiud sighed a melancholy fun
eral dirge.
’Twas there they found him, trying to
reach "home and marster,” when death
had overtaken him
They solemnly raised the old man’s body
and carried it across the river to the fami
ly burial ground. And so they gave him
in death, what they hai denied him in
life, a home among the friends and com
panions of his youth.
* * • • • •
Often in the dead hours ol night, the oc
cupants of the house and casins would be
startled by the sudden ringing of the
plantation bell. The family explains *
this occurrence in different ways—wm*
thought the cattle in walking thro* the
grove had stumbled upon the bell rope
and in their endeavors to extricate them
selves, would start the bell to ringing.
Others thought that bad boys in the neigh
borhood took this means of frightening
the more ignorant aud superstitious class.
However that might be, and whatever the
true exnlanation, to this day the negroe-
on the place and their posterity tell with
awed voices of Uacle Charles’ spirit com
ing back at n ; ght and ringing the beil as
he bad done f<>r so many years of his life.
Mrs D Cal McMillin,
St Elmo, Tennessee.
YEAR AT COLLEGE FREE
This is of Interest to Every Girl
Good Advice.
Read what Mr. Holmes of Miss., says
about our machine. He is so wel
pleased with it and feels so grateful
in consequence of our having saved
him fully $25.00, that he advises all of
his friends who are m need of a first
Glass machine to send to us for one.
These sort of letters come to us gra
tuitously from every state in the Un
ion. When Mr. Holmes ordered his
machine of us, he had never seen one
of our machines and was of coarse
dubious as to getting the real kind- of
machine he desired. He saw however
that we agreed to refund his money
and pay return freight charges our
selves if the machine did not give per
fect satisfaction. This we are ready
to do right now, but read his letter
and you will see how well we have
carried out all that we promised when
we told him we would give him a ma
chine worth twice the money he paid
for it.
▲bcola, Miss,
The Bunny South Pub. Co.,
Atlanta, Ga.
Dsab Bibs Please allow me to acknowledge
receipt ot tne Hig& atm ‘ Bunny South’* Sew
lug a&acnine, WHICH came in due time and in
perfect order. Also allow me to say in my
opinion it equals any of the standard kind. My
wife would not sell it for twice the amount and
be without one of the same kind. She is more
man pleased with it, on account of its nice
stitching, and light running. It is almost
noiseless, it Is certainly a saving of $25. to
any who are in need of a sewing machine. In
conclusion Will say to all friends who are in
The Sunny South is anxious to in
crease its circulation and thereby en
large the field of its work, which is
the fostering of literature in the
south. The following offer is in di
rect line with this work:
We will give free of cost a full year's
tuition, including board, at a first-
class college, to any girl or young
lady who sends us 250 subscribers at
our regular subscription price of $2.50
a year. The young lady who sends us
this number of subscribers will be en
titled to a full year’s course in a
strictly first-class College, such as
Nashville College fob Young La
dies, Nashville, Tenu., or Lucy Cobb
Institute, Athens, Ga. We believe
there are a lot of energetic girls in
the South who would like a college
education and we make this offer in
order to give them an opportunity to
secure it. The offer is good until
September 1st, 1803, and the yhear’s
tuition at College will be given for
the course that starts next September.
The Sunny South is easy to canvass
for, since it is the bett $2.00 a year
paper published anywhere. Get your
friends to take it. Write to your ac
quaintances at a distance and secure
their subscription. It ought to be an
easy matter for a young lady who ap
plies herself ft> the task to secure 250
subscribers between now aud the 1st
jf September. Sample oopies will be
sent when requested.
Address Sunny South
Atlanta, Ga.
Mr- Corcoran** Advtc*.
BY MARGARET SPENCE.
A great many people are willing to give
their time and their labor and their money
for the good of others; bat it is not every
body who will risk his life-
But one day, a good many years ago, the
passengers on a stsamer drawlag up at
one of the North river piero ia New York
city saw one of the best men in our coun
try risk his life for a little ooy; at least
they thought, his lile was as good as gone
when th*y saw the spiendid-looking stran
ger plunge overboad right into the swirl of
waters churned by the great wheels of a
dozen moving boats, amid a hundred ones
of hoiror aud d stress.
While the crowd of people were hurry-
log down toward the gangway this man’s
wife had called his attention to a little boy
about 10 years old nervously dartiug and
clambering about ou deck, and he had
just reassured her by sajiug little boy’s
don’t fall overboard so easily, when there
was a shriek, aud then shriek upon shriek,
followed by arnsuto the rail of everybody
near—the boy had failen overboard!
'Overboard! A boy overboard?” rung
all over the steamer aud the crew dew to
lower the boats. But the passenger of
whom I have spoken was before them,
aud over the.rail and down in the seething
loam and swimmiug off with long strokes
amoLg the revolving wheels toward a lit
tle black spot be alone had discovered
just risen to the surface.
The passengers sent up a cry of terror,
and his wife, a delicate woman, fainted as
the steamer boa-s for a moment shut the
swimmer (rum view.
The next moment showed him far out,
in smooth water, the child upheld on his
arm, keeping himself clear of the churn
ing coufusion of the river craft. He was
plainly waiting with good judgment to be
taken up by the steamer’s own boat.
A moment more and he was safe in the
boat with his unconscious burden and
soon back on the steamer, drippiug wet,
somewhat breathless, but disposed to
smile at being cheered with the three*
times-three as a hero, and wept over by
both his wife and the boy’s mother
"Just learn to swim, that’s all l” he said,
as he was dragged off to tne l urn ace-room
to get dry.
The newspapers and the public were full
of the stilly, very naturally, as the man
was Mr Corcoran, the wealthy banker, the
great philanthropist of Washington, the
friend of Rufus Cuoate and Henry Olay
and Daniel We peter.
What he said to it all was just this:
Teach your Ooys how to swim, and your
gills, too. A child should be able to s vim
before he is 10 years old. As for the rest,
if your duty takes you into the water,
keep a cool head aud swim iu danger as
you swim for pleasure. That's all there
is of this mitter. Yes, the little fellow was
almost dead, but he is uoing well and so
am I.”
This little tale of Mr. Corcoran, who all
Washington ohildreu know, built the
beautiful buildings they see eveiy day—
the Corcoran Arc Gallery and the L mise
Home for Lidies of Misfortune—is often
told by Washington mothers to their little
boys not inclined to learn to swim.
Aiid Tnea Me struck.
“If I might venture,” said the gnest, ia
a low tone, as the dignified waiter assisted
him in the matter of patting on his over
coat, "to give you a tip—”
Yes, sir,” said tne waiter, relaxing con
siderably.
"I should advise you to try earnestly to
break yours»lf of the h«bic of fl agering
yonr moustache in a severe, abstracted
manner while you are takiug a dinner or
der. My hat, please. Tnaoxs.*’—Chicago
Tribune.
Among the many "freaks” offered for
exhibition at the World’s Fair are a hen
that always walks backwar is, a Shetland
pony that is *o small that her shoes are
need of a real good sewing machine just for- i mad- from $20 gold pieces, a wz jt that
ward to The sunny iouth Pub. Co $20Jor one
of their machines and one yean subscription to
the good old "Bunny south.’’
Verrti youn,
Hot
had been need by George Washington, an
Indian prodigy aged four years, who can
recite "Tbana'opsts,” and a garment 400
yean old.