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THE ATLANTIAN
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CARLTON’S
ATLANTA'S FAVORITE SHOE STORE
The popularity of this store has been won through its
•oyalty to the demands of its patrons for QUALITY and
SERVICEABILITY in Footwear. Shoes that possess the
necessary qualities to insure their wearing well, and hold
ing shape.
The next consideration strongly adhered to by this store
is in the variety excellence and constant newness of its
siyles in Women’s Shoes; the stock at almost any time
. displaying upwards of 50 different styles, in the popular
leathers, and fashionable fabrics.
This fact is synonymous of the fact that your particular
taste and exclusive preferences are carefully and con
sistently catered to.
The very styles that women like are here, rounded out
in a full symetry of styles, that the shifting seasons dictate.
PR1CE--S3~S3.50-$4~S5~26~$7
IN MEN’S SHOES
We carry America’s most highly reputed makes, includ
ing the famous
HANAN’S
for which make we are the exclusive sales agents in At
lanta. This make also includes shoes for Women. We
display them from season to season, in the fashionable
lasts and faultless finish for which these Shoes are justly
celebrated.
SS--S6---S7
Other makes of Men's Shoes S3.50--S4—S5—S6
A complete and representative line at all seasons. Yon are cordially Invited to
make this store your shoe baying headquarters. Experienced salesmen In charge.
Carlton Shoe Store
36 WHITEHALL STREET
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ONCE-A-YEAR PATRIOTS.
By Herbert Kaufman.
On July Fourth, the average Ameri
can will, as usual, take his patriotism
out of the camphor bag, give it a good
dusting, oil up its hinges, remove the
rust spots, hang the Star Spangled. Ban
ner from the second story window, en
trust his children with a pound or two
of gunpowder and dynamite, dig back
into the family records for Colonial he
roes, misquote the “Ride of Paul Re
vere/’ sing “Yankee Doodle’’ off key,
favor his British acquaintances with a
leer of pitying condescension, cockily
contract to wipe the allied armies of
Europe off the map, retire for the night
smug in the satisfaction that he has done
his duty, and for the rest of the year
proceed to' interpret liberty as license.
But the Fourth of July is more than
an anniversary. It stands for nothing
if its example does not stand for three
hundred and sixty-five days in the year.
A firecracker, a Roman candle and
a skyrocket can’t change a bad citizen
into a good one.
The man who don’t consecrate more
than twenty-four hours annually in the
name of his country, might just as well
make a clean job of it and put a price-
tag on Declaration Day too.
The memory of valiant forefathers is
a glorious heritage, but if the mighty
deeds of dead generations fail to fire
respect for the highest ideals, all the
colored fires that flare from sea to sea
are meaningless.
Even a republic can not long endure
on past performances. The real wars
for freedom are endless.
There are just as crucial battles to be
fought with the ballots as any ever
waged with the bayonet.
Foreign foes are not so much to be
feared as the unexpected enemy within
the walls and the traitor in the ranks.
Citizenship can never lay down arms.-
Only eternal vigilance and constant
defense of common causes can guaran
tee peace and security.
War is spectacular. It comes with
the drub of drum, the shrill of fife and
the flare of banner. Its picturesqueness
stirs imagination. Its stage-setting
makes an appeal which the silent con
flicts of daily life can not inspire.
But the struggles in the trenches, the
mad, tense grapples in the redoubts do
not decide issues one whit more porten
tous than those involved in legislation.
Far too many men have died that
honor might live. It is a greater and
more practical thing to so live that honor
shall not die.
What have you done in 1912 to de
serve the privileges so perilously won in
1776!
Are you a real American or just a
rhinestone counterfeit of the stalwarts
of whom you so explosively boast!
Unless history makes you ambitious
to make history, you’ve missed its les
son.
LUCKY JULIET.
(From Harper’s Bazar.)
Mrs. Knicker: What impressed you
most in “Romeo and Juliett’’
Mrs. Subbubs: The fact that Juliet
would keep a nurse in what appeared
to be the suburbs.
A WORD OF WARNING.
The barkeeper in the saloon in Main
street, Lewiston, which is the nearest sa
loon to the lower Maine Central depot,
should be more careful. A calico curtain
covers a hole in the partition which
looks out from the bar on the front shop.
The other evening as the writer went
home this curtain was caught up at the
side and failed to cover the hole. From
the street one could look into the bril
liantly lighted Bar and see the row of
bottles of whisky and even read the la
bels on them. We write this simply to
advise the barkeeper and the proprietor
that unless he is very careful our shrewd
sheriff, who is something of a sleuth,
may begin to suspect that liquor is sold
there.—Lewiston (Maine) Journal.
AFTER A NUT.
“What’s the child’s name?” asked
the priest of the grandfather at the chris
tening.
“I dunno,” the grandfather replied.
And he turned to the father and whisper
ed hoarsely: “What’s the namet”
“Hazel,” replied the father.
“Whatt” asked the grandfather.
“Hazel,” repeated the father.
The grandfather threw up his hands
in disgust.
“What d’ye think av that!” he ask
ed the priest. “With the calendar av
the saints full av gur-rl names—an’ him
namin’ his after a nut! ”
Nearly every man has two ambitions;
one is to get money and the other is to
get more.
HER MESSAGE.
The young man had been on bis sum
mer holiday for a short time when one
day the telegraph messenger handed him
this message:
Come down as soon as you can. I am
dying.—Kate.
Nearly a day later, after a long jour
ney he arrived at her home, and was met
on the piazza by Kate herself.
“Why, what did you mean by send
ing me such a message!”
“Oh,” she gurgled, “I wanted to say
that I was dying to see you, but my ten
words ran out and I had to stop.”
WHO WAS HE?
The proud father, to whom a college
education had been denied, met his
daughter at the train on her return from
college.
“But, Helen,” he said, “aren’t you
unsually fat!”
“Yes, dad,” she replied, “I weigh
one hundred and forty pounds stripped
for ‘gym.’ ”
The father looked dazed for a mo
ment and then demanded: ‘ ‘ Who in
thunder is Jim!”
“My boy,” inquired a visitor at a
north side school, “can you name the
Forty Immortals!”
“There ain’t that many. When you
mention Ty Cobb, Honus Wagner, Fred
Clarke and a few others you have to
stop.”—Pittsburg Post.
Get a man under the X-ray machine
if you want to find out what’s in him.
[ "Absolutely”
There is “Something New Under
the Sun” at 22 E. Mitchell Street,
just thirty seconds from White
hall, you will find an absolutely
new stock of stylish and up-to-the-
minute wall papers.
The same old BURNETT principle
will still prevail, one hundred
cents worth for every dollar spent.
ALL WORK GUARANTEED.
J. L. BURNETT, - - 22 E. Mitchell St.
“Better be Safe than Sorry.”
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