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18 THE ATLANTIAN 4^1 ^Hv Mm M a m M a w M r m .^mA ^m ^MJ^B aU a TRUNK & BAG CQ 166 PEACHTREE ST- ‘ASHFORDS’ TRUNK STORE? The price on our Trunks, Bags, Suit Cases, Purses, Folds and all leather goods is the best to be had anywhere. Quality Considered. We Now Have a Thoroughly Equipped Shop For making special Trunks and Cases. This is in charge of Mr. Oscar B. Adams, who gives his personal atten tion to all work and guarantees the prices to be the best. Try us on your next repair job. PHONE 265 MAIN THE EVENING CALL. By Carl Holliday. When ev'ning comes, the singing birds Hide in their quiet nest, And all the cattle in the herds Come home to go to rest. And only cats, and dogs, and mice, And owls that hoot at night, And other tilings that are not nice Stay out when there’s no light. Then why should we despise to go When led by mother’s hand. When all the decent things we know Have gone to sleepy-land? HENS POISONED THE FISH. “Pshaw,” said Mr. Cobb, a Bakers- ville farmer and poultry fancier, when he read about a hen owned by II. C. Spaulding of Colebrook digging bait for her owner when lie had the fishing fever. “That’s nothing. I’ve got some Rhode Island Reds that poisoned fish to death because fish stole worms from ’em. ’ ’ “How did they do that?” demanded an incredulous listener. “1 have a deep spring in an open lot,” replied Kz. “The fish T kept in i f got so wise that they dug their own worms. The earth at the edges of the spring had lots of worms and whenever a fish saw one crawling out of the ground lie would .jump out of the water and grab it. My Rhode Island Reds, in scratching about the spring, saw what the fish were doing. “Now, what do you think those mur derous hens did? They went to my po tato patch, where I’d put Paris green. They got their bills full of poison, went back to (he spring and washed their bills free of the Paris green. I tried hard to get the poison out of the spring, but 1 was too late. It dissolved. Next morning all the fish were dead. “Now the hens have the worms, and wo don't dare drink from the spring. And some people say hens haven’t any brains!”—New York World. A LITERAL DISTINCTION. Bishop Potter was known as quite a wit, and often took delight in turning his humor loose on his associates, but here is an instance where the joke, al though quite unintentional, was on the bishop, says Success. He was to preach at a certain parish in the West in the evening, and the congregation was not a little amused at the somewhat ambigu ous announcement of their worthy pas tor, who said: ‘ ‘ Remember our special service next Sunday afternoon. The Herd will be with us during the morning services, and Bishop Potter in the evening.” MIND OVER MATTER. “Much may lie done,” said the Acute Observer, according to Success, “by an authoritative voice. Now, if a man says to a dog, “Come here!’ with a note of absolute authority in his voice, the dog conies immediately. ” “Yes,” said the Traveler, “I've no ticed it. And it is especially marked in Oriental peoples. Why, when 1 was in Khnlisandjliaro, 1 heard a man say with that authoritative note in his tone, ‘Oh, King, live forever,’ and immedi ately the King lived forever.” BRIGHT BITS. lie asked the girl to tly with him and pleaded not in vain. Said she with reso lution grim. ‘ ‘ Produce your aero plane. ”—Kansas City Journal. “When do you expect your wife home ?’ ’ “Most any time now. I understand one of tin* neighbors wrote to her yes terday. ’ ’—Deroit Free Press. “How can you reconcile your previous statements with your present opinions f” “1 don’t want to reconcile ’em,” an swered Senator Sorghum. “My desire is to keep them so far apart that they can be considered as strangers. ’ ’— Washington tSar. “Yes, sir, I belongs to de army of de unemployed. ’' “Want a week's work?” “No; I couldn’t desert from the army. ’ ’ “Then just pretend you're on a fur lough. ”—Louisville Courier-Journal. “Young mau,” said the stern parent, “when I was your age I had to work for a living.” “Well, sir,” answered the frivolously inclined youth. “I’m not to blame for that. I have always disapproved of my grandfather’s attitude in the matter.” —Washington Star. “What will your mother say to you alien you get home?” said one boy. “She'll start in bv asking me some hypothetical question,” answered pre curious Willie. “What are they?” “Questions that she thinks she knows the answers to before she starts to talk.' —Washington Star. AN APPALLING POSSIBILITY. Broadway is laughing over a story about a wine agent and an eminent ac tor, whom the other had attempted to make use of as an advertising medium, says Harper’s Weekly. The agent is in troducing a new brand of champagne, and tin* other day he induced the actor to assist him in the consumption of a pint bottle of it at one of the fashion able restaurants. “And now I’ll tell you how you can do me a good turn—if you should hap pen to feel like it,” lie said. “Delighted to do you a good turn, of course,” responded the actor. “It's this way,” the agent explained. “You are traveling about the country a great deal and stopping at the best ho tels. Now I want this champagne to become known in order to create a de mand for it. What I would like you to do is to ask for my wine by name at the hotels you go to, so that the hotel men will get the idea that it is popular in New York and send in their orders for it. You won’t mind doing that for me, will you?” “ i '11 ask for it with pleasure, ’ ’ the actor declared. ‘ ‘ But, good heavens man!” he added, in sudden alarm. “Suppose they should have it?” JUST ASKING. Bobby—“I say, dad—” Dad—“What is it now? Can’t you let .me have a minute’s peace?” Bobby—“I only wanted to ask you if ,i near-sighted man could have a far away look in his eyes.”—London Sketch. WM. D. OWENS, Cashier Central Bank & Trust Corporation—A Live Wire in the Banking Business.