Bob Taylors Magazine April 1905

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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOB TAYLOR'S MAGAZINE, VOL. I, NO. 1,
APRIL 1905 ***

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Bob Taylor’s Magazine.

Contents for April, 1905.

The Contents of this MAGAZINE are protected by copyright and must not be used without

the consent of the publishers.

Cover Design
Mayna Treanor Avent

Frontispiece—The Late Hon. John H. Reagan
2

The Old South
Robert L. Taylor
3

Illustrated with photographs.

Popular Education in the South
Henry N. Snyder, LL.D.
9

With portrait of the Author.

To Helen Keller
14

Men of Affairs

15

Illustrated with photographs.

The Lost Herd
Joseph A. Altsheler
23

With portrait of Author.

The Isles of Scilly
J. H. Stevenson, Ph.D.
32

Illustrated with photographs.

Labor Problems in the South
Herman Justi
39

With portrait of the Author.

Tildy Binford’s Advertisement
Holland Wright
46

Story. Illustrated by the Author.

The Man and the Matinee
Sybil Stewart
54

Story. Illustrated.

The Old Order Passeth
Grace McGowan Cooke
61

Poem. Illustrated with photograph.

Sources of Southern Wealth
Austin P. Foster
62

Society of the Forest
M. W. Connolly
66

Illustrated by Mayna Treanor Avent.

Sunshine—Conducted by the Editor in Chief
80

Greeting.

Fly in your Own Firmament.

The Governor.

The Lieutenant-Governor.

The Commercial Traveler.

Lyrical and Satirical—Conducted by Vermouth
87

A Cuban Sketch
Harvey Hannah
90

Within a Valley Narrow
Ingram Crockett
91

Leisure Hours

92

Books and Authors—Conducted by Mrs. Genella Fitzgerald Nye
95

The Fiddle and the Bow
Robert L. Taylor
103

Illustrated.

The Southern Platform
107

Poem
Capt. Jack Crawford.

The Story of Joseph
Ida Benfey.

The Mocking-bird
Mary H. Flanner.

The Youth of Shakespeare
Frederick Warde.

A Critique of the Masquerader
James Hunt Cook.

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THE LATE HON. JOHN H. REAGAN IN HIS STUDY AT PALESTINE, TEXAS.

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BOB TAYLOR’S MAGAZINE

VOL. I
APRIL, 1905
NO. 1

THE OLD SOUTH.

By Robert L. Taylor.

ne of the most brilliant civilizations that ever flourished in the history of the world staggered and fell
with broken sword and shattered shield on that dark day when the flag of Southern hope and glory

went down in blood and tears. Its decimated armies, too exhausted from loss of blood to longer pull the
trigger, too weak from starvation to charge the enemy, too footsore and too proud to run, stacked their
old, bent and battered muskets in the anguish of defeat and went limping back to their ruined homes in
Dixie.

There is nothing left of that civilization now but a few remnants of its gray columns—themselves

grown gray as if in honor of the uniforms they wore—and the thrilling and pathetic story of its vanished
prestige and power lingering among its tombstones and monuments like the fragrance of roses that are
faded and gone. Never again will the white-columned mansions of the masters glorify the groves of live
oak and the orange and the palm where Southern beauty was wooed and won by Southern chivalry, and
life was an endless chain of pleasure. Never again will the snowy cotton fields and rice fields, stretching
away to the Gulf or to the river, teem with happy slaves and ring with their old time plantation melodies.
Hushed forever is the music of the Old South! Closed are the lips of its matchless orators! The dust of its
statesmen mingles with the dust of the heroes who died to save it. Only three are left in the counsels of
the nation: Morgan, the brave and the true, the able, the eloquent and learned Senator from Alabama;
Pettus from the same state, the peer of Morgan in all the exalted traits of character that distinguish the
unswerving and incorruptible representative and defender of Southern ideals and Southern traditions;
and Bate, that grand old man of dauntless courage, that fearless soldier with many scars, the hero of
Shiloh, the strong and faithful Senator who in private life is as pure and gentle as the mother of his
children, and in war as bold and daring a cavalier as ever drew a sword![1] It is true there are other
splendid men from the land of cotton and cane in Congress, whose heads are silvered o’er, and who have
nobly led Southern thought and sentiment. They are superb exponents of the old ante-bellum
civilization, but they were too young to taste the sweets of its glory. Some of them were born soon
enough to listen to the lullaby of the old black mammy and to sit in the negro cabin and listen to the
blood-curdling tales of uncle ’Rastus about ghosts and goblins; some, like Daniel of Virginia, Berry of
Arkansas, and Blackburn of Kentucky, were old enough to follow Lee and Jackson and to fight to the
finish; but their youth forbade them from sitting on the throne of living ebony with these older men,
who, in reality, are all that is left of the Old South in the national legislature; and in whose presence all
men, whether of the North or of the South, delight to lift their hats with that profound reverence which
true nobility of character always commands. What a shame there are not four!

1. Senator Bate has died since this was penned.

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SENATOR WILLIAM B. BATE.

GOVERNOR JAMES B. FRAZIER, OF

TENNESSEE.

A sigh of deep regret came from the Southern heart when Missouri registered the decree that

Cockrell, the soul of honor, the impersonation of truth and integrity, the soldier and the statesman, must
cease to reflect honor upon that great commonwealth as one of its representatives in the United States
Senate. But it must be a sweet consolation to him to go back among the people whom he has served so
faithfully and so well, with the consciousness of a clean life behind him, both private and public, and with
the prestige of a glorious record in the service of his country.

GOVERNOR JOHN C. W. BECKHAM, OF

KENTUCKY

To those who have marked the passing of men in recent years, how solemn the thought that there are

so few left to tell the tale of the manhood, the wealth and the influence of that chivalrous race who staked
all and lost all save honor in the struggle to preserve its institutions. There is only one remaining who
served in the cabinet of Jefferson Davis, in the person of the venerable and beloved John H. Reagan of
the Lone Star State. The dews of life’s evening are condensing on his brow and its shadows are
lengthening around him, but the burden of his fourscore years and five still rests lightly upon him. The
snows that never melt have fallen upon his head, but there’s no snow upon his heart; ’tis always summer
there! He has been distinguished through life for his rigid honesty and the fearless discharge of duty, and
he will die, as he has lived, the idol of his people. May God lengthen the twilight of his declining years far
into the twentieth century![2]

2. Since this article was set up, Judge Reagan, too, has passed away.

One by one the great majority of the star actors in the thrilling drama of the past have made their exit

behind the sable curtain of death, and in all probability another decade will clear the stage.

GOVERNOR ANDREW J. MONTAGUE, OF

VIRGINIA.

GOVERNOR EDWIN WARFIELD, OF

MARYLAND.

GOVERNOR J. M. TERRELL, OF GEORGIA.

It is one of the purposes of this magazine to aid in keeping ever fresh and green the history and

traditions of the Old South; to keep alive its chivalrous spirit, and to tell the pathetic story of the lion-
hearted men around whose names are woven some of the greatest events of history. It has been
beautifully said that “literature loves a lost cause.” If this be true, the South will yet be a flower garden of
the most enchanting literature that ever blossomed in any age or in any land. Some Homer will rise,
greater than the Greek, and dream among the cemeteries where its heroes sleep and sing the sweetest
Iliad ever sung! The spirit of another Hugo will brood over its battle fields and gather tales of valor and
reckless courage; of grim visaged men scorning shot and shell and riding to the cannon’s mouth; of
bayonets mixed and crossed; of angry armies clinching and rolling together in the bloody mire of the
awful strife; of Death on the pale horse, beckoning the flower of the Old South to the opening grave! He
will gather up the tears and prayers and the withered hopes of a dying nation; the piteous wails of pale
and haggard maidens for lovers slain in battle; the shrieks of brides for grooms of a day brought back
with pallid lips sealed forever and jackets all stained with blood; and the swoons of mothers with the
kisses of fallen sons still warm upon their wrinkled brows. He will gather them up and weave them all
into volumes of romantic love more vivid and terrible than the story of Waterloo! He will paint in burning
words a picture, not of all the horrors that followed the blunder of Grouchy in that battle upon which
hung the fate of empires, but of Stonewall Jackson falling in the noontide of his brilliant career and
passing over the river to rest under the shade of the trees; a picture, not of Wellington seizing the fallen
Napoleon and banishing him to solitude and death on a rock in the sea, but of the great and generous
Grant receiving our own immortal Lee like a king at Appomattox, declining to accept his sword and
bidding him return to the peaceful walks of private life among the green hills of old Virginia; a picture,
not of Ney, who had fought so long and so bravely for the triumph of his beloved France, shot through
the heart by cowards within the very walls of Paris, but of Gordon, with golden tongue portraying the
last days of the Confederacy amid the shouts and tears of the brave men who had faced him with
booming cannon and rattling musketry on a hundred fields of glory; a picture, not of the English Channel
as the dividing line between the drawn swords of France and Britain, but of Mason and Dixon’s line
healing into a red scar of honor across the breast of the great Republic and marking the unity of a once
divided country!

GOVERNOR NEWTON C. BLANCHARD, OF

LOUISIANA.