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THE ATL ANTI AN
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“GOOD ENOUGH FOR MOTH-
. ER.”
There is a type of a man to whom it
is a pity that the Lord doesn’t oftener
and earlier take a fancy. It is the man
we hear say: “Well, my father and
mother went to school in an unventilated
schoolhouse, and drank out of a com
mon cup, and got along very well without
a telephone, and drove to market over a
dirt road, and I guess that what was
good enough for them will do for my
He is the man whose ancestor was the
wife and children. ’’
Cave Man who objected to knives and
forks because lus ancestors had always
eaten with their hands. His ancestors
had eaten from the ground, so why
tables? Later this descendant .of the
Gave Man refused to buy a sewing ma
chine because the needle was good
enough for mother. So was the tallow
candle that she could make: why buy the
new-fangled wdx one? And why buy
store-made clothes when there was a loom
in the house and Mother had “always
made the children’s clothes’’? All the
old—and, shall we add what is very
much to the point, the more inexpensive
—things were “good enough for Moth
er. ”
Too bad, sometimes, that this man’s
mother isn’t here that we might hear her
side of the story. It would be so in
teresting to have her honest opinion.
She was as patient as a saint, and put
up with a hundred inconveniences and
deprivations. ’801116111068 they seriously
affected her health and spirits: some
times they shortened her life. She said
nothing, but was this because she liked
it? The truth of the matter is that it
was mighty hard on Mother. It is hard
er still on Wife and Daughter, who, in
these days, compare themselves with oth
er wives and daughters. Of course, if
it is necessary, we will make the best of
it. But is it necessary in all cases where
this kind of a man exists?—August La
dies' Home Journal.
IN EVERYTHING.
“Mr. Cleaver, how do you account for
the fact that I found a piece of rubber
tire in one of the sausages I bought here
last week?’’
“My dear Madam, the motor car is
replacing the horse everywhere.”
NOT SINCE.
The amateur artist was painting—
sOnset, red with blue streaks and green
dots.
The old. rustic, at a respectful dis
tance, was watching.
“Ah,” said the artist looking up sud
denly, “perhaps to you, too, Nature has
opened her sky picture page by page!
Have you seen the lambent flame of dawn
leaping across the livid east; the red-
stained, sulphurous islets floating in the
lake of fire in the west; the ragged
clouds at midnight, black as a raven’s
wing, blotting out the shuddering
moon?”
“No,’’-.replied the rustic, “not since
T give up drink.”
EDIBLES.
Walter Hike: “De lady gimme a
piece of angel cake and a pair of shoes. ’ ’
Toddle Awn: “Which are yer going
t’ eat?” •
RALLYING TO STANDARD.
(From the Mexico, Mo., Intelligencer.)
The Intelligencer, while it is an earn
est supporter of the Hon. Champ Clark
for the Democratic nomination for Pres
ident, and is doing all within its power
to honorably promote his candidacy, will
abide by the decision of the Democrats
delegated to act on the matter of de
termining Missouri’s choice for Presi
dent at the Joplin convention February
20. We sincerely believe that the Dem
ocrats of the State should be allowed
! to speak in this and every other matter
I of such vital interest to the party, and
! when they have been given the oppor-
] tunity to express their preference their
j choice is ours, and the Intelligencer now
j pledges its support to the convention’s
choice, be ho Champ Clark or Joseph W.
Folk.
T. T. STEVENS,
Local Chairman, Grievance
Committee, Southern Rail
way.
AFTER TAKING.
Manthy—Land sakes, Hiram! What
be you a-shakin’ that boy fer?
Hiram—Waal, th ’ forgetful little rnt-
tlepate jest took his medicine an’ fergot
ter shake th’ bottle like doc tol’ ’im!—
St. Louis Democrat.
GIVE SIS AWAY.
Maisio—Well, mothor, I told Mr.
Quicker that my face was all the for
tune I possess.
Tommy—Yes, and when I sneaked into
the parlor he was trying his best to get
at Sis’ fortune.—St. Louis Democrat.
LOOKS LIKE WILSON.
(From the Yonkers Statesman.)
Bill: “I. see Baltimore gets the
Democratic convention. ’ ’
Jill: “I wonder if the Baltimore
whisky slogan will become prophetic?”
“What’s that?”
‘ 1 Wilson—that’s all. ’ ’
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THE USES OF ADVERSITY. LIKEWISE UN-FASTEN-ATING
A husband suddenly lost his position,
and the family of wife and three chil
dren in a day found themselves trans
formed from having plenty to almost
nothing. Three months after he lost his
position a friend called and was amazed
to find the family happier than ever be
fore—the children busy and cheerful, the
wife’s eyes sparkling and the husband
working at one-third his previous salary.
‘ ‘ One might ' think you all enjoyed
your reverses,” said the friend.
“Really we do,” said the wife. “Noth
ing in the world could have happened
to bring us so close together. Before,
the children were rapidly acquiring their
own interests, and several times I felt
that I was not so close to them as I
would like. When George’s reversal
eamo we decided not to deceive the chil
dren and give them everything as before,
as was our first instinctive inclination.
We took them frankly into our confidence
and told them what had happened and
what it would mean to them. We dealt
honestly with them, and they felt it and
appreciated it, And you see the result.
They are just thriving on the opportuni
ties, and as a family we are closer,
healthier and really happier than ever
before. Evidently we needed exactly
what happened, and we do not regret it
the least little bit.”
TWO DIFFERENT SPECIES.
“Say, grandpa, what is a bookworm?”
Grandpa—A bookworm, my son, is
either a person who would rather read a
book than eat, or a worm that would
rather eat a book than read.
“I just met Mrs. De Grass. She is
back from Nevada, where sho has been
for about a year. ’ ’
‘ ‘ Rusticating? ’ ’
“No—Reno-vating.”—St. Louis Dem
ocrat.
W. A. WOODALL.
Chief Conductor, Division 457,
O. R. C., and Member of En
tertainment Committee of
the Southern Association of
Chairmen, Southern Railway
Conductors, Which Was in
Session in Atlanta Last
Week.