The Old Flag. (Tyler, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 2, Ed. 1 Page: 3 of 4
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THE OLD FLAG
CAMP FORD, TYLER, TEXAS,
MARCH 1st, ’64.
Herewith we present the readers of the FLAG a hasty sketch, received from our Artist, Steal PENN, Esq which he tells us in intended to represent the
[A drawing of a cabin with a chimney]
SUTLER’S STORE/AT CAMP FORD, TEXAS
On the evening of the 22nd Feb., the BALL of the season took place at Park Square, Tyler, Texas, and was attended by all classes. It was no aristocratic affair, but a Public Jubilee, in which the high in office, from the Governor down to the 2nd Lieutenant – Yankee and Rebel – ladies and gentlemen – all mingled together as readily as “water and oil.”
The attraction of the evening was, as a matter of course, His Honor Gov. SAMUEL MORTON, who, with a clean “biled” shirt on and his feet clean-washed, was the admiration and pride of all present! The Ladies in particular were much “took” with his youthful and graceful appearance – his fine figure and fine clothes; especially the Belle of the Evening, Miss. McFinnegan. Miss M_ was dressed in the heighth of Texan fashion, though bordering slightly on the bloomer costume. Not alone her dress attracted the admiration of all, but
“With goddess-like demeanor forth she went,/ Not unattended, for on her as a queen/A pomp of winning graces wasted still,/And from about her shot darts of desire/Into all eyes to wish her still in sight.”
One little circumstance seemed for the time being to have created some unpleasant forebodings for the future in one act of the Governor near the close of the ball – we allude to His Honor’s dancing with a REBEL! We feel confident Gov. M) did this thing having in view the achievement at no distant day, of some great public good! Gov. M. has a long head on his shoulders, and never performs on act of any description, having no object in view for the Public good – or his own!
Trust him, friends, trust him implicitly!
But of the Ball, the excellent “SINGING CLUB, under the faithful leadership of LT. JOHN WOODWARD, was present, and between the dances discoursed some excellent music; in the phrase used as title for the book from which they sang, it was “TIP-TOP!”
The Instrumental Music of the Band was fine and we are all much indebted to LT. WM. JOHNSON for his correct and prompt calling off.
TRIUMPH OF LOYALTY!
SAMUEL MORTON, OF INDIANA!
ELECTED GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF TEXAS, BY A LARGE MAJORITY!
BUT for the presence of some two or three half-drunken bullies the Election would have been an exhibition of patriotism and order. We cannot concistantly with our feelings of duty to the Public, due from us as the established medium of communication on such important affairs, pass over these remarks without referring to the leader of these ruffians. PAT. MCFINNIGAN, is a man who has in more than one instance defied even our effective Police, and this day, in his “half-sous-over” ferocity, dared to talk back, in the most bullying manner, to his Excellency the Governor; and at this stage of the proceedings, serious convictions were entertained by Gov. M_ that he should be compelled to call out the Militia to prevent, what such a general outburst of indignation as pervaded the more respectable portion of the crowd indicated___ as conflict between the indignant supporters of his Excellency and this bully and his party, whose great beast throughout the day, was ___ “SOUND DIMIARAT!” But “M.P.” PAGE himself took the rascal from the polls, and comparitive order was once more restored.
The Governor was at the voting head-quarters most of the time, and his commanding and lofty appearance must, aside from all points of principle involved, have contributed much towards [illegible]. Every voter which could be got at, was brought to the polls.
Hon. I.S. Burrell was brought by a few of the most enthusiastic and indefatigable of the “drummers” to the polls, in his rocking-Chair, and voted the straight Union Ticket! Much regret was felt by many present at the report brought us that our esteemed fellow citizen, W.S.B.__Esq., was too aged and infirm to bear a trip to the polls. He manifested much regret at his inability to cast just one more vote for LIBERTY and the UNION, but like a true Patriot and a Christian, resigned himself to the claims of old Father Time. The Governor delivered the following eloquent address, after his election had been declared, which was taken down, word for word as it fell from the great man’s lips, by our own special Correspondent on the spot.
Taking his havana segar from his mouth with that peculiar grace and lofty flourish which so distinguishes the smokers of the Capital from those of the country bar-room, he lifted his hat from his head, looked down upon the immense assembly, awaiting with their throats in their hearts, the words of wisdom which all seemed to have an intuitive conviction now about to be uttered, and _ opened his mouth! (At this stage of the proceedings, the outburst of applause was huge! It was some minutes before the cheering stopped_ mean while his Excellency kept his mouth open!). “FELLOW CITIZENS! I_” (five minute incessant applause, at this compliment from the Governor!). “I was sent by my Government to fight!” (Cheers, and cries of Hear! Hear!) “and shall persecute the [illegible] for Abe Lincoln in this State, to the extension of my debility! (Renewed applause from nearly all sides _ wish hisses from Finnigan’s Copperhead!) A voice enquired, what he would do with the Nigger! To this most difficult problem, which has bothered the Nation’s representative men for years, the Governor’s ready reply, clear, brief, yet to the point, was one of only one of the thousand and one other evidences constantly exhibited of his greatness. He said _ “I will free ‘um.!” (Here the cheers and hisses were of sufficient length for his Exellency to repair to the Fifth Avenue House and take in drink’ but as they had nothing at the bar but Adam’s Sale, and he not in the habit of indulging in anything stronger than Whiskey, he merely took occasion to wipe the sweat from his lofty “brew with the sleeve of his (ready-made!) coat, having left his silk pocket handkerchief at home (on the peano). “All Gambling and drinking-saloons must close before 2 o’clock AM!” (Cries of bully boy, etc.)
The enthusiasm of the crowd was now so great that they could no longer keep “hands off,” and accordingly his Excellency was treated to an affectionate mauling, and an ‘air-line’ trip through the crowded streets!
The danger of driving fast teams through our streets on such days is too great to be allowed. As a child of Mrs. Page was crossing the street in front of the new house of LT. GOV’R, Capt. Johnson’ fast Confederate Mule came tereing down at a terrible racking gate. The child was knocked down _ its head coming in contact with the pavement, caused such a flow of blood, that many were lead to believe that another PIG had been butchered.
The following sublime invocation to LIBERTY was composed by CAPT. F. CROOKER, U.S.N., for the celebration of the 22nd and is too beautiful to be “passed unnoticed by.”
Maiden of the tresses free,/ Gentle joyous Liberty!/ Not in prison walls you dwell,/ Flying for the captive sell,/ Roving over dale and hill,/ Choosing with your changing will,/ And, (as any maiden may,)/ Fond of having your own way.
Liberty! oh! Liberty!/ He who comes on bended knee,/ Though he may no other sin-rue,/ Sure am I, will never with win you;/ For all idle talk of dying,/ Kneeling, feeling, crying, sighing,/ Which some silly girls think true./ Goes but little way with you.
He who comes to you a wooing,/ Must be up and dressed and doing,/ He who wins you, bold must be-/ Maidens smile on bravery;/ He who’d taste a kiss of honey,/ Mustn’t stand on spending money./ Such can win you – o’er and o’er./ Men have, many maids before.
But a pretty price, they say,/ He who has you, has to pay;/ Ne’er himself to slumber letting;/ Keep an eye on your coquetting;/ For in all your many dances,/ You are fond of giving glances;/ While your pretty eyes grow brighter,/ Winking at a handsome fighter.
SHANN’S-MARE, vs. TRANSPORTATION – We have heard it suggested that a FUND be contributed at once, with a view to render the journey to our lines, whenever the time shall come, as easy as possible; and that the first draft on said fund be for the hiring of a Four-Mule Team. Probably $25 per day would cover this expense, and such a commodity would lessen fatigues of the tramp materially. We sincerely hope this matter will be attended to immediately – if not sooner!
N.B. – The team engaged for moving the materials of the office of the OLD FLAG will be too heavily loaded to permit any live freight else than the Editor himself to ride thereon – unless, per chance Governor Morton prefers to ride!
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May, William H. The Old Flag. (Tyler, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 2, Ed. 1, newspaper, March 1, 1864; Camp Ford, Tyler, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth312473/m1/3/: accessed July 23, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Libraries Special Collections.