Democratic Sentinel, Volume 12, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 April 1888 — How Time Flies. [ARTICLE]

How Time Flies.

How “age steals on.” Causeur was in an up-town street car, a morning or two since, and next him sat a man of perhaps thirty, of magniheent physique and possessing a mustache which the most dashing cavalry colonel might covet. At his side sat a bright little boy of about eight years, apparently on his way to school. They had evidently had some talk about the war, for the little fellow said: “Papa, when was the battle of An“Why,” said the father, “I don’t know exactly; it was some time in the early part of the war.” “But,” pers sted the boy, “don’t you remember it, papa ?” “Remember it? No, my boy, I don’t I couldn’t have been more than four or five years old when it was fought. Ask your grandfather. He remembers it. ” And then Causeur fell into a train of serious thought. Can it be that there are men grown, with children old enough to attend school and ask questions, who don’t know, and apparently don’t care, when the battle of Antietam was fought; men to whom the details of the war are as much a matter of history as are the details of the Mexican war to Causeur? He was alive when they were fighting at Cerro Gordo, at Chapultepec, and at Molino del Rey, but which of these fights was a victory for our side, he has not, at the present moment, the least idea, nor does he take enough interest in the matter to Look it up. But can it be that we are getting so far away from the war, the memory of which war burned into us older fellows, that there are grown men who have not thought it worth while to inform themselves in a detailed way about it. “Age steals on,” indeed.— Boston Herald.