Prof. Starr, the famous ethnologist, was in his humorous and whimsical way accusing women of barbarism.
And she is not only barbarous—she is illogical and inconsistent, he exclaimed.
I was walking in the country one day with a young woman. In a grove we came upon a boy about to shin up a tree. There was a nest in the tree, and from a certain angle it was possible to see in it three eggs.
You wicked little boy, said my companion, are you going up there to rob that nest?
I am, replied the boy, coolly.
How can you, she exclaimed. Think how the mother will grieve over the loss of her eggs.
Oh, she won’t care, said the boy. She’s up there on your hat.
That Confederate money was never taken seriously is well illustrated in the following story told by the late General John B. Gordon, and which, as far as can be ascertained, has never appeared in print.
One day during a temporary cessation of hostilities between the opposing forces a tall, strapping Yankee rode into the Confederate camp on a sorry looking old horse to effect a trade for some tobacco.