Letter from the Old North State
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Title
Letter from the Old North State
Creator
"H."
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
May 7, 1877
Contributor
Abbey Williams, Peter Royal
Rights
Permission to publish images from The Gray Jacket must be obtained from Special Collections, Virginia Tech.
Format
Text
Language
English
Type
Letter to the Editor
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.2, no.7 (May 1877), p.2
Coverage
Concord, NC
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CONCORD, N. C.,
May, 7th, 1877.
EDITORS GRAY JACKET : You will pardon an unreconstructed "tar heel" in taking the self-assumed responsibility of writing a letter—so to speak, to the "Gray Jackets" of Virginia, but these "few remarks" are called forth by the love I bear the old College. Did it ever occur to your memories that we North Carolina boys ever thought of the "soldier boys" at Blacksburg? Well, we do. Who that has ever been there could forget the old V. A. M. C.—more especially her gallant sons—and how many of the class of '75 and '76 yet remember the three tars from Concord? But we will recall no incidents—public print is no appropriate place for such.
The GRAY JACKET for April has just been received. How proud all old students should feel of that paper.
And I have no doubt they are, for surely no student of the old College could be so unmindful as to spurn its monthly visits. I for one, would rather do without my bread, than to be deprived of its visits.
Your "old boys" column is specially interesting, and should be kept up. A few of the "old boys" are at present living in North Carolina, but that doesn't say that our State is better to live in than "old Firginny."
D. P. Winfree—"Little Winfree," as he was familiarly called, is living in Raleigh with his parents. His father is engaged in the boot and shoe business, and is making a good living. Julian Hall is living in Charlotte, his father doing the largest wholesale grocery business in that city. Julian is "in love" there, and couldn't be induced to leave under any circumstances.
Capt. Walker paid our town a brief visit a short time since. How much pleasure it gave us to see his pleasant face and talk over old times at Blacksburg. Capt. Dick Smith—the whole-souled Dick–has also dropped in upon us on his way to Baltimore, where he is engaged in the drug business. Now, if we could only see Capt. Sam Watkins, Judge, we would be, in a measure, contented.
But my letter is growing long. In closing, I can only extend well wishes to all my old "chums," our grand old institution, and "last, but not least," to the editorial force of the GRAY JACKET. Being one of the "original four" who founded that paper in its infancy, it is no matter of surprise that I should so foster it in my memory.
Like the vine to the oak tree does the recollections of my school days among Virginia's gallant young sons cling to my memory, and my heartfelt wish is that the bountiful blessings of Providence may be showered upon them, scattered as they are from Virginia's sea-lapped shores to her cloud-capped mountains. -H.
May, 7th, 1877.
EDITORS GRAY JACKET : You will pardon an unreconstructed "tar heel" in taking the self-assumed responsibility of writing a letter—so to speak, to the "Gray Jackets" of Virginia, but these "few remarks" are called forth by the love I bear the old College. Did it ever occur to your memories that we North Carolina boys ever thought of the "soldier boys" at Blacksburg? Well, we do. Who that has ever been there could forget the old V. A. M. C.—more especially her gallant sons—and how many of the class of '75 and '76 yet remember the three tars from Concord? But we will recall no incidents—public print is no appropriate place for such.
The GRAY JACKET for April has just been received. How proud all old students should feel of that paper.
And I have no doubt they are, for surely no student of the old College could be so unmindful as to spurn its monthly visits. I for one, would rather do without my bread, than to be deprived of its visits.
Your "old boys" column is specially interesting, and should be kept up. A few of the "old boys" are at present living in North Carolina, but that doesn't say that our State is better to live in than "old Firginny."
D. P. Winfree—"Little Winfree," as he was familiarly called, is living in Raleigh with his parents. His father is engaged in the boot and shoe business, and is making a good living. Julian Hall is living in Charlotte, his father doing the largest wholesale grocery business in that city. Julian is "in love" there, and couldn't be induced to leave under any circumstances.
Capt. Walker paid our town a brief visit a short time since. How much pleasure it gave us to see his pleasant face and talk over old times at Blacksburg. Capt. Dick Smith—the whole-souled Dick–has also dropped in upon us on his way to Baltimore, where he is engaged in the drug business. Now, if we could only see Capt. Sam Watkins, Judge, we would be, in a measure, contented.
But my letter is growing long. In closing, I can only extend well wishes to all my old "chums," our grand old institution, and "last, but not least," to the editorial force of the GRAY JACKET. Being one of the "original four" who founded that paper in its infancy, it is no matter of surprise that I should so foster it in my memory.
Like the vine to the oak tree does the recollections of my school days among Virginia's gallant young sons cling to my memory, and my heartfelt wish is that the bountiful blessings of Providence may be showered upon them, scattered as they are from Virginia's sea-lapped shores to her cloud-capped mountains. -H.