Everywhere on the streets one meets men, from the gray-haired
veteran to the half-developed beau, all parading on breast
or coat lapel some distinctive mark of membership in some
association. There are medals with ribbons, medals without
ribbons, and ribbons without medals. There are buttons; big
buttons and little buttons; silk buttons and metal buttons.
There are pins, gold and silver and plated; every imaginable
kind of pin. And these are worn by ladies and misses of all
rank and quality, down to the little silver cross of the King’s
Daughters, so familiar everywhere. Nobody seems ashamed to
own membership in these various societies and alliances. Men
parade the streets under banners and flags, with uniforms, and
distinctive feathers in their caps, and are not ashamed to
acknowledge their favorite organizations. And yet there are
many persons who seem to be ashamed to own their Lord and to
confess His cause. (Text.)--_The Mid-Continent._
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=Bad Company=--See COMPANIONS, EVIL.
=Bad to Worse=--See DOWN GRADE, THE.