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THE ATLANTIAN
yOU will find Elkin’s the Atlanta Head
quarters for everything de luxe in the
Drug Store line. We carry the world’s leading
Confections, and the finest
imported perfumes. Our
Bristle Goods are unsurpass
ed for satisfaction given, and
our Rubber Goods depart
ment is the standard of
quality for the entire South.
Phone and mail orders fill
ed with care and conscien
tiousness that has made our
Prescription department fam
ous all over Dixie.
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The Rexall Store
THE PASSING OP THE CLIP-
' PER.
Oh, where is the clipper—the Baltimore
clipper,
The clipper our grandsires knew;
The old-fashioned ship with an old-fash
ioned skipper—
But as swift as a gull on the bluef
Whore is the pride of a nation’s devo
tion
That brought us our spices and teas,
And flaunted our colors from ocean to
ocean—
Tha clipper that sailed seven seas?
V** * * V ■ j
From stormy Good House to the blue
Gulf of Aden,
From the Straits of Magellan to Spain;
Rounding the Indies, green coffee laden,
Passing the Grand Banks with grain.
East seas and west seas, a restless world
rover,
And ever she kept to the breeze
Tho Stars and the Stripes, the wide, wide
world over—
• Tho clipper that sailed seven seas?
Yes, ever tho flag of our fathers she
flaunted
To tho envious maritime world;
As she rode out a China Sea typhoon
undaunted
Or breasted a hurricane’s swirl.
But where has she gone? Aye, that is
tho story;
The steam tramp’s crept in by degrees,
And wrested away her trade and her
glory—
The clipper that sailed seven seas?
Now trailing along to a steam coaster’s
motion
Are tho bones of the clipper today;
Coal laden, unnamed, she dips in the
ocean,
Like tears are the drops of the spray,
Lunging and plunging she waits for the
hour
When the billows her tortures will ease
And the white sea worms her bones will
devour—
The clipper that sailed seven seas?
—Victor A. Herrmann.
V. T. BEACHAM,
Popular Manager Atlanta Taxi-
Cab Company.
UNCLE ANDY STEWART
Tax Collector for Fulton County—A Progres
sive and Public Spirited Citizen—A Good
Officer and a Faithful Servant of the
People—Something About Him.
When a public man is given by the public a nickname, or a diminu
tive of his own name, it may be accepted as an infallible rule that
he has met with public favor. We do not have to go far for exam
ples of this, for Ben Hill, Bob Toombs and Alec Stephens are shining
examples of this in Georgia. In our own town, and in our own day,
we have another example in the case of Andy Stewart. If a stranger
in Atlanta should ask who was the most widely known man and
the most popular public official, the answer would instantly be Andy
Stewart. The probabilities are that it never occurs to anybody that
his name is really Andrew, because he has been Andy Stewart for
twenty-five years to the people of Atlanta, and will be Andy Stewart
to the end of his days.
As in all other matters, there is for this a sufficient reason. When
Mr. Stewart* first became Tax Collector of Fulton county, he set
himself to work first to become a good tax collector, and secondly to
know everybody in Fulton county. Gifted with a remarkable mem
ory, he has cultivated it to such a degree that on the second meeting
of a man he can recall him instantly. Combined with this, a cheer
ful disposition, a genial manner, a kindly temperament—which
makes him desirous of accommodating everybody, in so far as it
is possible—and we arrive at the secret of a personal popularity not
enjoyed by any other man in the county.
So well is this recognized that for many years no man has had the
hardihood to become a candidate against him for the position that
he fills.
Mr. Stewart is efficient, capable and obliging. He is also a good
collector, and as an example of his management, it may be cited that
where the city authorities use twelve pages of finely printed news
paper matter, in advertising delinquent taxpayers of the city, Mr.
Stewart, with ten thousand more names on his list, finds it necessary
to use only three columns. This is a sample of the thoroughness
with which his work is done.
Mr. Stewart, as his name indicates, is of Scotch-Irish descent. He
has all the shrewdness of the Scotch-Irishman, with the geniality of
the Frenchman. They tell a story of him that, as superintendent of
the First Baptist Sunday-school, he knew by name every tot in the
Sunday-school, and made it his business to show them great courtesy
when he met them on the street. It is needless to say that if these
young ones had a vote, he would get all the votes. He has been
identified with the Tax Collector’s office so long, and so acceptably,
that a majority of the people of Atlanta would feel that there was
something wrong in the administration if they could not see his
smiling face behind the counter, when necessity drives them to visit
the office; and it is not too much to say that, grudgingly as people
pay taxes, they would rather give up their money to Andy Stewart
than to any other living man.