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[A hand drawn American flag is here. Text below.]
THE OLD FLAG
“Long may it wave!”
Wednesday, February 17th, 1864.
By U.G. Telegraph.
PROCLAMATION!
In virtue of the authority in me vested by the Constitution, I hereby order an election of State Civil officers for the State of Texas, said officers to be duly chosen by the loyal inhabitants of the said State, now resident at Camp Ford, and constituting one tenth of the entire loyal population west of the Rio Grande. The polls will be opened on Monday, the 22nd of Feb., 1864, at surise, and continue open until sun-set of the same day.
The officers to be elected are a Governor, Lieutenant Governor, Secretary of State, Treasurer, and Superintendant of Insane Hospitals and Attorney General. ABRAHAM LINCOLN, President.
Wm. H. Seward, Secretary of State.
This day we spread upon Texas breezes the old banner so dear to every American heart. Its silver stars and crimson stripes will shortly gladden the expectant eyes of Texan patriots who have long mourned their disappearance, as the whang-doodle mourneth for her first borne. Our glorious ensign will arise upon these benighted people as a beacon of hope to the storm-beaten mariner, and it is our fixed and inflexible purpose to mail it to the loyal mast head of this our seat of government, and to defy the combined hosts of Treason to blot out a single star or erase a solitary striple. While our all conquering northern army, under its renowned commanders, is marching along or sea-side sands with the slow and intrepid tread of CAPT. J.D’s mule, toward a peck of corn fodder, WE, the advance guard of liberty and intelligence, will occupy the Thermopylae of Camp Ford, and hold the foe at bay with our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred sword-knots! We therefore call upon our loyal fellow-citizens, as they value the inestimable blessings of good government, to send in their subscriptions to the “OLD FLAG” at once, N.B. _ No Corn-doger currency accepted.
EDITOR’S CHAIR
We did think of naming this department of our paper the “Editor’s Easy Chair,”, but as we seated ourselves upon our coarse, hard, sliver-bottomed stool, minus back and cushion, the absurdity of saying easy chair arrested our pen in the act of so inditing it, and rather than have so unpleasant a heading in our columns as Un-easy we drop the term altogether.
And still, we have a notion our coarse bench, or stool, might with as much truth be termed our easy chair as that of many an editor within our time, whose mahogany seat is cushioned with softest velvet, yet whose cares and uneasiness of mind _ “Bills Due,” staring him in the face and his subscribers backward _very_ in their payments, and a thousand other of the grievances common to the editors of modern papers; we say that after considering that fact, we might with more truth denominate ours an Easy Chair, for we experience none of these editorial _ nothing to worry about but where we are to get our next meal! _ and as a general thing, it is meal!
Before us lays as fine a Segar as the most fastidious Yankee could desire to smoke; here where segars are as high as $25, per hundred; and this a present to an Editor! Who would believe it! It was manufactured entire by one of our neighbors, MR. WALSH., whose advertisement will be found in another column.
Give him a call. Smoke him out!
WALCH’S LOTTERIES – No. 32 was the lucky number held by Lt. Rosens, who drew the handsome Ring made by Mr. Wilson last week.
Saturday evening another ring was put up by the LOTTERY-MAN, and drawn by himself.
VOTE EARLY! Read the Presidents Proclamation, and Remember the 22nd of February! If you have not been made a voter, go at once before the Board, which consists of Messrs SHERFRY, ROSENS and AVERY, and be made one!
MISCELANEOUS.
CONUNDRUM_ Why is the Southern Confederacy like a tea-kettle?
Ans. Because the Black is at the bottom of it, and hollow within.
The New York Tribune enquires whether it was the colour of their clothing or the vermin which so scared our forces in Texas.
WHY are Texas State troos like light machinery? Ans. _ Because they run with litlte belting.
Why are MAGRUDER’S conscripts like the Rebel papers? Ans. – Because they cannot be depended upon.
Why is Richardson’s Cavalry on the Texan coast like a man with the tooth-ache? Ans. – Because they long to be relieved.
Why is CAPT. JOHNSON’s endeavoring to comply with the demands of Christianity? Ans. – Because he is endeavoring to TURN!
DEER PHLAG. –
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9 munths mann.
(We have, as the author of this note will perceive, put in his own note as he wrote it, believing ourselves unable to write as affecting an appeal as our correspondent himself has. Ed.)
MARRIED.
In this borrough on the 1st inst., by REV. D. GILETTE, Mr. P.W. LYON, of Squashtown, N.J. and Miss C.E. PAGE of this place.
[We have to acknowledge the receipt of a rich peice of the wedding cake (corn-bread.)
