The Atlantian (Atlanta, Ga.) 19??-current, December 01, 1911, Image 12
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THE ATLANTIAN
THE
American National Bank
Atlanta, Ga.
CAPITAL AND SURPLUS $1,000,000.
OFFICERS:
WILLIAM L. PEEL, President
ROBT. F. MADDOX, Vice-President
TIIOS. J. PEEPLES, Cashier
JAS. P. WINDSOR, Assistant Cashier
JAS. F. ALEXANDER, Assistant Cashier
A progressive bank in the leading city of the
growing south.
CLAUD E. BUCHANAN.
One of the growing young men of At
lanta is Claud E. Buchanan, whose ac
tivities are now being manifested in
many directions. Connected by marriage
with the Swift family, he has become
interested in that great manufacturing
industry known as the Swift Specific
Company. But his interests there are
indirect; ho does not take any hand in
the management. He is president, treas
urer, however, of the Folsom Restaurant
CLAUDE E. BUCHANAN,
President-Treasurer Folsom s
Restaurant Company.
Company, the oldest established restau
rant company in Atlanta, having been
continuously in the business at the same
location for the past forty years. He
is a director in the Montgomery Thea
tre Company, which is the best fitted up
of the numerous moving picture shows
of the city. His hobby, in so far as he
has a hobby, is real estate, and he is
an extensive dealer in city and subur
ban property, being at this moment pres
ident of the Peachtree Investment Com
pany. Young, energetic, and of good
judgment, he has already established
himself in the public confidence, and
in the years to come has every promise
of becoming one of the business leaders
of the city.
THE WRONG OX GORED.
Clement .1. Driscoll at a dinner told
a number of amusing stories about his
strenuous life as commissioner of weights
and measures last year.
“A friend of mine,” said Mr. Dris
coll, “noticed one morning that his
grocer looked very sad.
“ ‘What’s the matter, old man?’ my
friend asked, jokingly. ‘The weights
and measures man hasn’t been dropping
in on you, 1 hope ?’
“ ‘Yes, he has,' snapped the grocer.
‘ ‘ ‘ But you don't really mean to say, ’
exclaimed my friend, ‘ that he caught
you giving only fifteen ounces to the
pound ?’
‘ ‘ ‘ Worse than that! ’ groaned the
grocer. “ ‘ I’ve been giving seven
teen ! ’ ”
INVADING THE SOUTH.
A party of Italians, among them Lugi
Solari, president of the Italian Cham
ber of Commerce of New Yortc, and i
Police Ferrero, a brother o. the Italian j
socialogist ami historian, left New York
for North Carolina July 2 in quest of
farming land. They represent not the
advance guard, hut the leaders of the .
first reserves in a new immigration in- j
vasion of tne South. Heretofore the j
tide of immigration lias swept westward j
from tlie great ports of entry.
The Southern experimental colonies
have already been planted. It is on their
success that the future of the* enterprises
depend. The Italian party went to look
over a group of Italians located at St.
Helena, just out from Wilmington.
There they were met by a mass band
EDWIN P. ANSLEY,
Atlanta’s Chief Booster.
of their countrymen who are making
themselves into farmers instead of the
more familiar New York “wap.”
Two days before the inspecting party
started on its work, three humble Hol
landers went by day coach over the same
route, to end up at Castle Haynes Col
ony, on a farm donated for their use
this summer by Hugh McRae, one of the
financial hankers of the colonizing
scheme. Their purpose in making the
long journey from Holland is to see if
they can put Irish potatoes anu lettuce
onto the New York market from their
farm in ninety days. They get ns a
starter a mule, a shanty, seeds, fertilizer,
and implements, and have a twenty-acre
(dace to work with.
The experimentation is by no means
confined to the Dutch and Italian. Hun
garians are already established in some
strength at Castle Haynes, Boles at Mar
at non, Bermans at Newherlin, and Hol
landers and Poles at Artesia—all these
places near Wilmington, and in easy
reach of the market. The advance guard
of foreign immigration started for the
South in 1905. Before winter the first
line of the reserves should he on the
ground.—Cottier’s Weekly.
A frequent sign:
SHOES SHINED INSIDE.
Seems like a sheer of waste of per
fectly good polish and energy.
CURRENT COMMENT.
The Brooklyn Eagle says: “A French
man long age described the United
States as a country witli forty religions
and only one sauce. We have more
sauces, now that we import oar cooks
from Paris, and President Eliot is do
ing his best to reverse the epigram by
converting us ail to one religion.”
The Philadelphia Record (Dem.) says:
“The robbers who roll us are robbing
away, with no prospect of relief from
them. Last fall when Mr. Taft promised
the relief, Mr. Aldrich kept in the back
ground. He was a mum. He minimized
himself. Now he is a “bigker man”
than old Taft. He looms. Had he so
loomed this time last year it would have
cost his party a million votes. ’ ’
The Mobile Register (Dem.) says: “Jr
is further explained now by Secretary
Dickinson that the trusts that are not
to he patronized by the War Depart
ment are those that have been tried by
federal procedure and adjudged unlaw
ful trusts and combinations in restraint
of trade. The secretary thus recognizes
that there are good trusts and withdraws
his implied boycott as to them.”
The New fork Evening Post (Deni.)
says: “When ‘compromise’ fills the air,
the strong man with immovable convic
tions is in a position to dictate terms.
In 1893, Senator Gorman brought for
ward his plan to compromise—really to
bedevil—the repeal of the silver-pur
chase law, and boasted that it was sure
to pass because it would unite the Dem
ocratic party. But Grover Cleveland hit
it a sledge-hammer blow, and the result
was a clean-cut repeal from which the
i country lias benefited ever since. We
hope that President Taft will be equally
unyielding for the right.”
ONE EXPLANATION.
An old lady, the customer of an Irish
farmer, was rather dissatisfied with the
watery appearance of her morning's
cream, and finally she complained very
bitterly to him.
“Bo aisy, mum,” said Pat. “You
see, the weather of late lias been so
terrific hot that it has scorched all the
grass off the pasture land, and Oi have
been compelled to feed the pore beasts
on water lilies! ”
J. LEE BARNES,
Police Commissioner.