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PICKET DUTY ON LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.
Just before the great battle at Chickamauga I was stationed, with a little squad, to watch the movement of the enemy not far away in the valley below. One day a foraging party of the enemy came in sight with thirty or forty wagons and about one regiment of infantry. Ail of the wagons but seven passed on, when the regiment halted and stacked arms, and the men were soon busily engaged in gathering a field of corn. General M. happened on the mountain that day and gave his consent for us to go down and give them battle. Every available man of our seventeen all told was soon in line, and going down a narrow trail we soon reached the creek below, where we deployed as skirmishers the full length of the field in order to get all under fire at once. At length the order was given, "Fire." You ought to have seen them drivers dismounted, left their teams, and all rushed pell mell through the corn to where the guns were stacked. Overjoyed at our victory we were soon across the creek busily engaged with the mules and wagons that had been left behind in the stampede. We had captured thirty five mules and six wagons, one mule having been killed in the fray and one team escaped. The arrangement on leaving the summit was for General M. to act as signal corps. One gun fired indicated fight, two guns, retreat, and every man for himself. All were as busy as bees trying to force the mules across the creek. The bank was steep, and they not inclined to take it, when, to our surprise, the signal to fight was heard. All were in a moment of time ready for battle, waiting breathless for the approach of the enemy. The keen ring of the rifle was again heard from the mountain top. "There, boys, that means run. Kill the mules before you go." They were soon dispatched. Then came the retreat in dead earnest, and every man was for himself. Such scrambling to find some safe place among the cliffs and under the laurel bushes. Soon we were in safety high up on the mountain side from where every movement of the enemy below could be plainly seen. The commander, a gallant fellow, mounted and coming to battle in fine style, skirmishers deployed and moving to the front cautiously to locate the position of the attacking party. When within range of our Enfield rifles we opened fire on them again, and continued it. They marched bravely forward until within a few hundred yards of our retreat, halted, then poured one solid volley into the rocky side of old Lookout, faced about seemingly in disgust, and marched away in the direction the train had gone, leaving, as they doubtless thought, thirty six mules and six wagons to the mercy of the Johnny Rebs. When fully satisfied that they were gone, we crept, one by one, from our hiding places (without the loss Of a man), again crossed the creek, re entered the field, filled the wagons with corn stalks and burned them. Four mules escaped unhurt, which we carried triumphantly to the mountain top. This is my experience as picket on Lookout Mountain. JOE, Company G., Ninth Tennessee Infantry.
Gen. W. L. Cabell, Dallas, Texas: I am happy to say to you. that you are making it a glorious Confederate magazine a paper that is wanted at this time to keep the camp fires burning. I shall continue to sing your praises wherever I may go, and hope that your subscription list will grow to many thousands.
TRIBUTE TO HOOD BY A UNION VETERAN.
Hon. Washington Gardner, of Michigan, an account of whose visit South was reported in November VETERAN, has written of his pleasure in Dr. Henry Fields' "Bright Skies and Dark Shadows," which book is a compilation of letters on the South, and comments as follows:
I have read the racy sketches with both pleasure and profit. The chapter on "The Last Years of Lee," and the one on "Stonewall Jackson," have a peculiar charm to Northern as to Southern readers. His " Battle of Franklin" is the most thrilling and at the same time the most instructive account of that desperate struggle it has been my fortune to run across.
By the way, I was somewhat surprised, and may say pained, during my recent trip South, to note the disposition among soldiers of the late Confederate Army to criticise and disparage the merits of Gen. Hood. That he made mistakes no unprejudiced student of the war between the States will deny, but that he was possessed of some of the best qualities that belong to great military commanders is equally indisputable. As between the General and his critics touching the battle of Franklin, my sympathies are entirely with the former, while my admiration for the splendid valor exhibited by his heroic legions on that bloody field is not diminished by the fact that they were Americans all, and that today the survivors would fight as desperately for the " stars and stripes" as they did on that November day twenty nine years ago for the "stars and bars." Franklin, from the Confederate standpoint of view, must ever remain one of the saddest tragedies of the civil war, on the other hand, there were in that battle possibilities to the Confederate cause, and that came near being realized, scarcely second to those of any other in the great conflict. Had Hood won and he came within an ace of it and reaped the legitimate fruits of his victory, the verdict of history would have been reversed, and William Tecumseh Sherman, who took the flower of his army and with it made an unobstructed march to the sea, leaving but a remnant to contend against a foe that had taxed his every resource from Chattanooga to Atlanta, would have been called at the close as at the beginning of the war, "Crazy Sherman." No individual, not even Hood himself, had so much at stake in the fight at Franklin as the hero of the " march to the sea."
In a more personal note Mr. Gardner states: You are making a readable paper, interesting to Northern and Southern soldiers alike. Your Northern. readers may not, cannot, always agree with you or your contributors, but I am sure that as we know each other better we will like each other more. I am glad you secured Mr. Colyar's contribution. These unwritten chapters of authentic history are of great value.
N. L. Norton, Austin, Texas, recites important facts in rebutting the erroneous memoranda published of Mr. Yeargin. ' He concludes as follows: " Facts are the raw material in history. Facts alone should enter into the concise record of ' Memorable events,' soon to be posterity's chief reliance for a true story of the great war."
MANY FLAGS "RECAPTURED" BY THE SURRENDER.
O. A. Wiggins, Wilmington, N. C., October 11, 1893, writes: In a late number of the VETERAN, concerning captured flags by the Union troops from the Confederates, you refer to that of the Fifty first Pennsylvania, by Lieut. O. A. Wiggins, of the Confederate Army, and its recapture by the Federals. I should dislike for my friends to think of my capturing a flag and then surrendering it to its former owners. I gave it into the hands of my superior officers after the battle, May 12, 1864, at Spottsylvania. As evidence, the following note from Gen. Lee to Gen. Wilcox:
Headquarters A. N. Va., Battle field, May 13, 1864 Maj. Gen. C. M. Wilcox, Commanding Division: Gen. Lee directs me to acknowledge the receipt of the flags captured by Lane's Brigade in its gallant charge of yesterday, and to say that they will be forwarded to the Hon. Secretary of War with the accompanying note, and the names of the brave captors. I am, very respectfully, your obedient servant, C. S. Venable, A. D. C. Names of captors: First Lieutenant James M. Grimsly, Co. K., 37th N. C. T., Second Lieutenant O. A. Wiggins, Co. E., 37th N. C. T., private J. H. Wheeler, Co. E., 18th N. C. T.
The above is a true copy from the original, now in the possession of Gen. James H. Lane, professor in the A. and M. College, Auburn, Ala. It is possible this flag may have fallen into the enemy's hands in Richmond after its fall, but it was never recaptured from me. I delivered it to Maj. Englehard, A. D. C. Wilcox's Division. This note to Gen. Wilcox was read by Gen. Lane himself, standing upon our breastworks about the center of the brigade on the evening of May 13,1864.
STORY OF AN OLD BROKEN PISTOL.
Several years ago a Missouri ex Confederate soldier named Boatright gave me a story of a broken pistol, which I recite in his own words as I remember them:
I was with Gen. Dick Taylor, not far from the Mississippi River. News had. reached him that a ' cotton thief was at a certain place buying cotton and shipping it North. I was ordered to go and capture and bring him in. I went alone, and as I was approaching the house where he was reported to be staying, I saw him going from it as fast as his horse could carry him. I gave chase and finally overtook and captured him. He had only a few dollars in money on his person, and in a pair of saddle bags there were only an old broken pistol and a shirt. I took him to headquarters. What become of him I never learned. My story is about the old pistol, which I appropriated. On examining it I deemed it of no value, and gave it to the children of a female cousin who lived in that section, and whose house I more than once visited. At the close of the war I called there, and seeing the pistol I said to her, I will take this home with me as a trophy of the war. She readily assented, and I put it in my pocket.
My wife and children were at the home of my father in Franklin County, Mo., about forty miles from St. Louis. On reaching them I gave my children the pistol as a souvenir of the war, and it became a plaything for them indoors and out, and was often laying out in the weather. After a few years my father had a sale of his household effects, and the pistol was thrown into a box of old bits of iron, and was sold with them. A year or so later I was at the house of the purchaser and saw the weapon. A desire to possess it again came upon me. I gave its history and asked for it, and it was given me. I took it to my then home in St. Louis, and again it became a toy for my children. One day one of them came to me with the pistol and a splinter of wood in it. saying, ' There is something in here.' I took the splinter, pressed it in, and discovered there was something soft in the barrel. I called on my wife for a hairpin, formed a sort of screw and succeeded in drawing out a roll of greenback notes. There were six one hundred dollar bills and four ten dollar bills, and the only sign of damage was rust marks from the pistol barrel on the outside of the roll. It then became manifest why the captured cotton buyer carried that old broken pistol in his saddle bags."
J. W. C.
ON THE DEATH OF ZOLLICOFFER.
The following beautiful verses on the death of Zollicoffer were written by Harry Flash, of Mobile, while a volunteer aid of Gen. Hardee:
First in the fight and first in the arms
Of the white winged angels of glory,
With the heart of the South at the feet of God,
And his wounds to tell the story.
The blood which flowed from his hero heart
On the spot where he nobly perished,
Was drank by the earth as a sacrament
In the holy cause he cherished.
In heaven, a home with the brave and blest,
And for his soul's sustaining
The Apocalyptic eyes of Christ,
And nothing on earth remaining
But a handful of dust in the land of his choice,
A name in song and story,
And fame to shout, with her trumpet voice,
Died on the field of glory
Dr. S. H. Stout, now of Dallas, Texas, but who had lived several years at Cisco in that State previous to a conflagration that destroyed his home, writes that he still has his official papers. He was Medical Director of the Army of Tennessee, and adds: Just before the cyclone I had begun to write my " Reminiscences of the Services of the Medical Officers of the Confederate Army and Department of Tennessee." "The first of the series had appeared in the St. Louis Medical and Surgical Journal of April last, but owing to the upsetting of all my plans I have had to abstain from continuing the work until the present time." He makes request through the VETERAN that all medical officers, hospital stewards, and detailed men who served in the hospitals of the Department of Tennessee, send him their full names and present post office address. He wants to communicate with them in their own interest, and " in the interest of authentic history of their self denying and efficient services." Dr. Stout's address is 489 Live Oak Street, Dallas.
What a luxury to " old vets." in Texas, that they can get hot artesian water in many sections at a trifling cost. Natatoriums are built in Waco, Fort Worth, and perhaps many other places. Inclosed with some subscriptions to the VETERAN, from Marlin, is a circular headed, "Take a plunge." This well is 3,350 feet deep, and the temperature of the water is 140 degrees F.
SECOND HAND PICTURES FOR SILLY SOUTHERNERS.
It was not my intention to refer ever again to Mrs. Leslie's war journal, but it is a duty to be loyal to fellow Confederate veterans and principles dear to them, and I will do it regardless of consequences.
The freedom of the press is not forgotten, nor that law and liberty will maintain it. There is no patent on the name Confederate that causes complaint, but every subscriber to this VETERAN, and every Camp that has made it their organ, has been insulted by this applicant for Southern patronage in a most shameless way. Mrs. Leslie's enterprise claims that as the appropriation for copies of the " Rebellion Record " is insufficient to supply the demand it has undertaken the work. Such a publication might be consistent enough if it had undertaken to supply all applicants under a fitting name. That apportionment is as good for the South as the North. But for the most persistent partisan press in the United States, persistent in time of peace in its villainous caricatures of Southern people for more than thirty years, to drum up a "General'' of the "late C. S. A." to edit it, to send a Republican "associate" into the South and to advertise that the thing is published in Lexington, Ky., as well as New York, and then to print it on gray paper and surmount the whole thing with the sacred word "Confederate," is the vilest insult conceivable. Why palm off these old pictures on our people? Any city merchant with a branch store in the country can explain it: He sends his shoddy goods to the country. By the reputation this Leslie Printing Company has given to the South since the first internal troubles of this great nation, it would be ridiculous for them to rehash their old war pictures and sell them to us even at low prices. (The VETERAN, at their schedule, would be $2 a year.) There can be no good reason for naming it "Confederate," and they don't make any explanation for so calling it. They are too wise in business methods to offer them to their enlightened (!) and discriminating (!) people. Fine scheme indeed! Why don't they say Frank Leslie's "Confederate." These statements are not at random. I have investigated for myself. I have talked with the men who reduce these old war cartoons so as to come in the pages of this "Confederate" (?) war journal. They have been driven to select some of their old cuts to represent Confederate victories. The November issue gives such a cartoon, but it puts the Southern reader behind the Federal lines. The Confederates may be imagined in the smoke of battle, but are too far away for their own flags to be seen.
Why should Southern people patronize such a concern? For years after the war it was profitable for Union soldiers to secure settlements of claims, for they got largely the business because they were supposed to possess inside favors. For the same reason this "late C. S. A." agent may be supposed to possess the key of knowledge because he has been favored with a salary as Southern representative in compiling the Rebellion Record. Whoever heard of a thing done by him that would not have been done by the other side? Did the public ever get the news of a plea by him, or a protest against any record made? What benefit has he ever been to history for the South?
The record of his martyrdom (?) for the cause that thousands died has not yet been published. Why isn't his magnificent (?) career as a soldier more promInent ? I have learned this much: He was Lieutenant Colonel of the One Hundred and Fifty fourth Tennessee Regiment, but in its reorganization at Corinth, when brave soldiers were allowed to elect their regimental and company officers, he was left out in the cold. Then he was enterprising enough to secure favor with the chief executive of his State to procure an appointment as Brigadier General, this executive official explaining afterward that he expected him to be put on Post duty. Gen. Cheatham stated in a letter October 2, 1862, that it was understood when his appointment was pressed that " there was no vacancy.'" Through this appointment he superceded a gallant officer who had three honorable discharges from the United States Army, who was the Senior Colonel in the whole army of Tennessee, and, in the language of Gen. Cheatham, "deserved the promotion."
An interesting and ludicrous sketch of the old Donelson Brigade has been received just at time forgoing to press, which tells something of his career at Mission Ridge. A faithful veteran writes: "We were marched right along into close contact with the enemy without heed to repeated warnings which were given to our commander. * * * When the Eighth and Sixteenth Tennessee Regiments got well into this part of the road a signal was given on the enemy's left and a volley was poured into our ranks. General quickly turned his horse and gave order, 'Get your men into line, Col. Anderson! I'll go and order up the artillery.' * * * Whether he ever found the artillery he went back to order we never knew. The next we heard of him he was commanding the Post at Atlanta, a post we were willing he should fill, as it gave us a brigade commander,"
Now, in addition to these old cuts new ones are being made of general officers and men of influence, so Mrs. Leslie will find certain friends who like to see their pictures in print, but the VETERAN is opposed to compromise, and will make rigid cause with all such,
I would sooner throw a dollar in the sea than give a cent that would inure to its benefit. The press of the South has been appealed to by this " late C. S. A.," and occasionally has given notice without considering the demerit of the application.
In performing this unpleasant duty I must not be misunderstood. I am on record by one of her sex,
and a friend of Mrs. Leslie, as "the most universal worshiper of woman that ever existed," and if she will come South we will all treat her well, but the most sacred term of this world to our people is CONFEDERATE. It means too much to allow it tampered with for lucre.
Her agent of the "late C.S. A." hit on a fine scheme (! ) when he induced her after the Southern people had demonstrated their enthusiasm for the VETERAN to name it Confederate. He knew my weakness, and his want of consideration for me had been demonstrated on an occasion when a splendid woman met me on the street in Washington and said she wanted to have a talk with me, that she would dine at his house, and named the hour. I arrived after they had "just gone down to dinner," and had not the opportunity to decline joining the head of the house in a smoke afterward. But I was not a General. I had not commanded a Post.
It is due to add this notice from the Washington Post, which was overlooked in notes elsewhere printed:
The members of the Ladies' Southern Aid Society and of the Confederate Veterans' Association met in the parlors of the Metropolitan last night to greet S. A. Cunningham, Esq., of Nashville, editor of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN. They gave him a warm reception.
A letter from a Baltimore lady, who has just sent out an $8 volume under date of December 6th, writes that she has been asked to subscribe for that war journal, but sends for two copies of the VETERAN, and quotes from the other on the "Rebellion" and the "Great Rebellion," "showing the cloven foot of the arch enemy of Confederate and constitutional principles unmistakably in the use of such insulting and, historically, false language."
Capt. D. S. Satterwhite, Adjutant Fifth Regiment, Texas: I belonged to the 7th Georgia Regiment, and was under Longstreet in all his campaigns, was in the Manassas battles, served four years, was wounded twice, and lost my left leg above the knee in front of Richmond October 7, 1864, was in Richmond when it surrendered, was carried to Point Lookout, and stayed until July 7, 1865. I received a request from the war journal to canvass for it, but I threw it in the fire.
Dr. W. M. Yandell, in remitting $15 to the VETERAN from El Paso, Texas, adds: * * * "How a Confederate General can lend his name to such a fraud I can't see. The war journal is sent to all your list here, I think, but it hasn't a subscriber here, so far as I know.
Since these forms have been ready a more accurate investigation of this Leslie agent in the Confederate service has been made. At Chickamauga, when part of his command had retreated, and he with them, he reported the Eighth and Sixteenth Tennessee Regiments captured. Col. Anderson, to whom he turned over the Brigade command under fire of the enemy at Mission Ridge and ran away, never to be seen again except on Post duty, was so severe in his report that
Col. Porter, Adjutant General of Cheatham's Division, sent for him and suggested that he change the language of the report, as it might bring on a personal difficulty, but this hero, who is a living witness now in Nashville, replied that his report was true, and declined to change it. Has anybody seen that report in the Rebellion Record? Ah! think of such a representative to supervise history for the South in a matter of so much consequence
This entire article has been too mild. The names should have been given all through, and that to which specific reference has been made is Marcus J. Wright. Please repudiate for me any man who will advocate him or his infamous cause, or repudiate the VETERAN and its founder. These issues are far above the personal. I would not amalgamate with such hypocrisy and insolent falsehood for my life. Memory! memory !! memory!
USTICE TO THE MEMORY OF A BRAVE OFFICER, BY A FRIEND OF GEN. RAINS. In the VETERAN for May is a communication entitled, "Vivid War Incident." It told of an officer who had apparently tried to commit suicide. This was a mistake. The poor man, with several others, had been attacked by thieves. One was killed and he desperately wounded. His companions escaped and left him. In this pitiable condition he endeavored to move along on his way home to Augusta, Ga., but became completely exhausted and fell by the roadside to die, as he thought. But he was picked up and carried to a place of safety, where he was cared for until able to resume his journey home, which he reached safely in course of time. This officer was a Northerner by birth, but was a gallant and brave soldier of the Confederacy. He was, as the sketch relates, a son in law of Gen. Rains. For some time after the war he was engaged in civil engineering in Peru, South America, and died there of yellow fever.
TRUE COURAGE. While the battle was at its height at Sharpsburg, September 17, 1862, the Commanding Officer of the Third North Carolina Infantry found one of his men walking up and down behind his company with his rifle on his shoulder, as if on guard duty. Speaking to him, and asking his reason for not being in line and firing, he replied: "I have seen nothing to shoot at, and having but sixty rounds of cartridge I don't propose to throw them away." He was instructed to lie down, like his comrades, and seeing under the smoke the blue breeches, he turned and looked at the officer with a very pleased expression, and went to work. This was a conscript, who had been with the regiment but six weeks, and in the movement to the front he got out of his place. On coming up only after several volleys had been fired, the smoke obstructed his view. That was his first time under fire, and if his name was known, it should be graven on stone. His fate is not known.
W. L. Stephen, Commander J. J. Whitney Camp, U. C. Vn, No. 22, at Fayette, Miss.: I take great pleasure in saying that the VETERAN is recognized by our Camp as its official organ, and the only organ extant that deserves such recognition. We hope it will be adopted by the State and National Camps at their next annual reunions. Every Confederate ought to subscribe for it.
TRANS MISSISSIPPI DEPARTMENT, U. C. V. W. L. Cabell, Lieutenant General Commanding, has appointed A. T. Watts as Adjutant General and Chief of Staff in place of W. L. Thompson, resigned. He has also appointed Dr. J. M. Kellar, of Hot Springs, Assistant Surgeon General, and Gen. Ben. Elliott, of Missouri, Aid de Camp.
HENRY CLAY FAIRMAN'S POEM.
An error occurred in the notice of Mr. Henry Clay Fairman, which appeared in the November VETERAN. It indicated that he was elected to write a poem for the U. C. V. reunion, whereas General Gordon appointed him by special order to read his widely known and popular poem, "The Veterans of the South." The reading will be expected at Birmingham next April. This poem of the South is to be published in book form as a Christmas souvenir. It is being copiously illustrated by W. Otho Beall, a rising young artist of Birmingham, Ala., and will be embellished also with a fine portrait of the author. The paper, printing and binding will be superb, and the retail price will be fifty cents. It will be printed by the Paul V. Carlton Co., Atlanta, Ga.
W. A. Campbell, Adjutant, Columbus, Miss.: We had our annual election last night, and I send you the list of officers elected. The VETERAN was adopted as the official organ of this Camp, Isham Harrison, No. 29.
T. M. Daniel, Commander of the Camp at Forney, Texas: Camp Bee, No. 130, is in fine working order. I would like so much to have some old veteran write something in honor of the fallen General, Bee, who gave Stonewall Jackson his name at Manassas.
L. P. Harding, in sending seven more subscriptions from Hibler, S. C., adds: We have organized a Camp at Edgefield and named it Abner Perrin, and have sixty odd members. We have adopted the VETERAN as our official organ. All are highly pleased with it.
Just as this VETERAN goes to press John M. Jolly, Marlin Texas, with a remittance, says: Send me sample copies and I will help to get Texas at the head of the list as to subscribers.
C. L. Carter, Milford, Texas, seeks information concerning the treatment of Confederates in Northern prisons. In connection with it he says: "I have no desire to awaken bitter memories, but the truth should be known."
Gen. John W. Webb, while correcting name of Commander of Camp at Paris, Tex., states: The name of the Camp is Albert Sidney Johnston, No. 70, and numbers 418, and is the first Company of the first Regiment of the first Brigade of the first Division of Texas, United Confederate Veterans.
H. E. Jobe, Paris, Tenn., writes: Please send the VETERAN one year to Capt. W. D. Wilson, at Hazel, Ky. He was a member of the old Fifth Tennessee, was shot nine times, and is now carrying an empty sleeve as a result of the struggle before Atlanta.
CONFEDERATE POSTAGE STAMPS. Do you know that certain kinds of postage stamps used in time of the war will bring high prices? Some stamps that were issued bycertain cities, and before the Confederate Government established a stamp, sell at from $20 to $40. If you have such, let the VETERAN help you. Some regular stamps of the Confederacy sell for good prices. Address, S. A. Cunningham, Nashville, Tenn.
A HUGE PILE OF CONFEDERATE MONEY.
Eighty million dollars in bills were recently shipped to Atlanta, the mammoth packages of money filling five large dry goods boxes, and making in all more than a dray load. None of the bills are current, however, as they represent "nothing in God's earth now, and naught in the waters below it." This genuine Confederate money was shipped here from Richmond, Va,, the former capitol of the Confederacy, and is now the property of Mr. Charles D. Barker, No. 90 S. Forsyth Street, this city. The money is of every denomination issued by the departed nation, and in the big collection are bills of the rarest type. There are bills issued during every year of the war. Thousands of them are very valuable as relics, but the great number of them Mr, Barker has on hand will make them so common as to bring but little on the market. This eighty million of dollars of Confederate money has been all along supposed to have been destroyed. This is undoubtedly the largest lot of Confederate money in the world. Atlanta, Ga., Constitution, June 4th.
IS IT THOROUGH?
From One of Nashville's Most Successful Business Men.
NASHVILLE, TENN., November 2, 1893. I completed a course of book keeping elsewhere. I have had several years' experience in business in Nashville, and also ten years' experience in business in New York City with one of the largest wholesale musical instrument manufacturers and importers in the United States (C. Bruno & Son). I thought I knew something of bookkeeping until I entered Draughon's College. While my previous experience has been some help, I acknowledge that the course given at Draughon's College is far more thorough than I expected. The method of teaching is as near actual business as I think it could be made. The course is simply grand, though hard, and is a little inclined at the first to discourage a person that has not considerable stickability. I find the teachers courteous and competent. I am glad to say a word at any time in favor of Draughon's College. To appreciate the course is to complete it. Considering my previous experience, I think that I am in a position to speak knowingly and emphatically.
E. VAN K. WEED.
(Mr. Weed will, as soon as his course is completed, leave for Chicago, Ill., to take charge of the office work, and become a member of the Messenger Hardwood Lumber Co., of that city. We congratulate the company in securing Mr. Weed's
services.)
Send for "free" 56 and 80 page catalogues. Address, J. F. Draughon, President, Nashville, Tenn.
IT IS THOROUGH.
Why Shouldn't She Know?
NASHVILLE, TENN., November 2, 1893. I attended a shorthand school for four months in St. Louis a school of reputation, having several hundred students in regular attendance all the time. Learning of Draughon's College in Nashville, soon after my time expired in St. Louis I came to Nashville to enter Draughon's College. I am glad that I came. While the system of shorthand there and here are about the same, I have actually learned more and made better headway in three weeks in Dranghon's than twelve weeks in the St. Louis college. In addition, the general plan of imparting knowledge differs widely from what I found elsewhere. Draughon's College is conducted with some system, which is a very commendable feature indeed. I can not speak too highly of the course of instruction and plans by which Draughon's College is conducted. Yours truly, (MRS.) RENA BARTON, Of Richland, Mo.
End of 1893 Thank you Lord!
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