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THE ATLANTIAN.
the same crowd with that bunch of beaten and now discredited
second-vote politicians.
The reactionaries who have so often controlled and so often be
trayed the Democratic party should now go where they belong, to
the fat and fatuous Taft.
Mr. Roosevelt would justify every encomium his friends have ever
heaped upon him by advising his friends to support Mr. Wilson and
by retiring in favor of a man who represents the progressive thought
of the country as thoroughly as he does.
Hugh Dorsey
Hugh Dorsey is a candidate for election to the office of Solicitor
General, which position he is now filling by an ad interim appoint
ment. When Charlie Hill, who for twenty years or more had
fileld the office of Solicitor General with such remarkable ability
as to be recognized as the best in the State, died last year, it became
necessary for the Governor to appoint a man to fill out his term.
The appointment was one calculated to try the metal of any Atlanta
lawyer, however much experience he might have had, or whatever
his standing at the bar.
The Governor settled on Hugh M. Dorsey, a young lawyer, son of
the lamented Judge Rufus T. Dorsey, whose real ability had, up to
that time, been overshadowed by the fact that he was his father’s
son. Mr. Dorsey’s friends were not surprised when he made good.
Other people, not so well acquainted with him, were amazed at the
vigor, the ability and the zeal which he put into the work and the
results accomplished.
It is sufficient here to say that the public has not suffered any loss
by the change in Solicitor Generals, though the sledding has prob
ably been pretty hard for Mr. Dorsey. He has measured up to the
job, and now comes before the people for an election for the new
term. In so far as any man can be said to be entitled to public
office, he is entitled to the position he seeks. Taking hold under
most adverse circumstances, he has given to the public service abso
lute fidelity, and has shown that he possesses ample ability to protect
the interests of the community.
As in all other matters, there is for this a sufficient reason. When
Mr. Dorsey first became Solicitor of Atlanta Circuit, he set himself
to work first to become a good solicitor, and secondly to know every
body in Fulton county. Gifted with a remarkable memory, 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 cheerful
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.
It gives us pleasure, therefore, to be able to recommend him to
the people of Fulton county as eminently qualified for, and deserv
ing of, the position which he seeks. Hugh has made good.
Louie Gregg, the famous Cartoonist who has been working
“Over Time” since the Democratic Convention has been
in session in Baltimore.—Ed.
A Remarkable Transaction
The 99 year lease of the Hunnicutt property at the corner of
Peachtree and Walton, by the Travelers Bank is the most wonder
ful exhibition of faith in Atlanta yet shown. The rental figures
approximate $30,000 per year—on a 5 per cent, basis this would
give as the value of the corner $600,000, equal to $15,000 per front
foot for the Peachtree frontage. This is indeed a stupendous figure
for a city of 175,000 people, but the lessees have the knowledge that
every such venture heretofore made in Atlanta has been justified
by the results, and the plans outlined by them show that they can
carry the lease at a good profit to themselves, as soon as they can
get possession and work out their ideas. The lease is so long that
the rental becomes in effect a ground rent, and counting in the
Broad street front the ground rent is equal to $375 per front foot
which property in that location will stand if properly improved.
Big as it looks a careful analysis shows that it is a case of wise
enterprise.
THEY TAKE AN ENCORE-
MORE WEBER AND FIELDS
FUN.
WHITTEN FOB THEM BY
EDGAB SMITH.
Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-
Examiner—Great Britain Bights
Beserved.
Webber—We belonged to the German
army, but we are now—what do you call
a feller that runs away from the wart
Collier—A coward.
Weber—I know; but there is a nicer
name for it.
Collier—Deserter!
Fields—That’s it. Deserter sounds
sweeter.
Collier—You hit him. You know him
better than I do.
Fields—You see how hard it is to be
his friend without kicking the stiffening
out of him.
Collier—How about those three-cent
shares of stock in my Smokeup Pipe Line
Co.t Texas oil is the best investment
you can make.
Weber—How much oil do we get for
our three centst
Collier—You don’t get any oil. You
get the stock. What do you want with
the oilt
Weber—We’ve got home an oil stove.
Collier—Our company controls three
hundred and seventy-five millions of
square miles right in the heart of Texas.
. Fields—That’s a big-hearted State.
Collier—Wo have seventy thousand
gushers in operation now, every one of
them throwing up a thousand to ten
thousand gallons of oil a minute.
Weber—By jiminetty, it listens good.
Collier (to Weber)—With oil at thir
teen cents a gallon—well, figure it up
yourself.
Fields—Him? He don’t know that
two and two is six. Don’t talk to him.
He ain’t out of bed yet.
Weber—Maybe I am asleep, and al
ways when I’m asleep I’m unconscious.
Fields—He means when he is asleep
his mind is a blanket.
Collier—If his mind is a blank when
he’s asleep, how does he,tell when he’s
awake t Do you want the stock t
Weber—Well, this oil is a slippery
business. Besides, if this stock is worth
only three cents, maybe it’s a kind of
old, faded and stale stock.
Collier—Our stock don’t go stale; we
keop it too well watered. You under
stand, don’t yout (To Fields.)
Fields—Sure; its perfectly simpleton.
Collier—We’ll talk it over again more
fully after dinner. You are going to
Mrs. Stockson Bond’s monkey dinner,
aren’t you!
Fields—We’ve got an invite, but I
don’t know that we’d enjoy a monkey
dinner. There’s lots of food more tooth
some than monkeys, I should imagination.