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THE ATLANTIAN
A Watch Bought From
BALDING
LANCASTER, PA.
TOO FRANK.
“You arc workingmen—”
‘Horray! ”
‘And because you are workingmen—”
* ‘ Hurray! ’ ’
‘ ‘ You must work. ’ ’
“Put him out! Put him out!”—Tit-
Bits.
Will keep time for
you as thousands he
has sold have done for
others.
Let him sell you your
new one, and you will
forever have pride in
its accuracy.
His Holiday Jewelry
Line will suggest many
gifts that will please
and delight.
ASPIRATION.
Thousands upon their eager tiptoes stand
Straining, and almost reach the Muse’s
hand.
A few have touched it; never man iiad
power
To clasp and hold it for a single hour.
—C. E. D. Phelps.
STUMPED.
Mrs. Mason, who had been married but
two months, came hurrying in to Mrs.
Sutton’s one morning.
“I’ve come to ask you to tell me some
thing,’’ she said, eagerly, “you see, I
don't know how to cook everything yet. ’ ’
“ I will be very glad to help you,’’ re-
| plied the older woman. “What is it you
‘ want to know?’’
“Well, you see, my husband has gone
out, and he told me he was going to
shoot clay pigeons this afternoon, and
I know he will bring them home and I
don’t know a thing about cooking a clay
pigeon. ”
GOOD REASON.
“I am glad to see, anyhow, that you
sympathize with the under dog in this
barbarous fight— ’ ’
“Sympathize with ’im? Gosh, mister,
all the money I've got is up on that
dawg! ’’—Chicago Tribune.
THE MAKINGS.
First Physician—Can you make any
thing out of the patient’s trouble?
Second Ditto—I think if we manage
right we can make about five hundred
apiece out of it.—Baltimore American.
FRANK HAMMOND
Who will Serve as Executive
Secretary to Mayor-Elect
Woodward
SOMETHING ABOUT HIM
When “Uncle Jim” Woodward’s cam
paign for the mayoralty nomination was
at its height and the opposition was
PRANK HAMMOND,
clearly on the run, there was a loud
wail from one of the managers of his
opponent which demanded:
‘ ‘ Who is Woodward's campaign eom-
imttee?”
When the fight was won “Uncle Jim”
answered the question by saying that
Frank Hammond and his typewriter was
a good part of it.
Now that everyone is speculating on
“Uncle Jim’s” appointments, many
have asked:
“Who will be Woodward’s executive
secretary?”
“Uncle Jim” has not answered that
question yet, but it is generally expected
that on the night of his inauguration he
will announce—
Frank Hammond.
There are few better known young
men in Atlanta than Frank Hammond.
He was born in Atlanta and about the
time he felt himself a real grown-up he
enlisted in Battery A, Georgia Light Ar
tillery, for the Spanish-American war.
After the war he came back to Atlanta
and engaged in the real estate business.
In 1904 he became an advertising man
on the Atlanta Journal. In 1908 he went
with the Atlanta Georgian and was for
three years business manager there.
His first political venture was a very
ambitious one. He managed the cam
paign of Thomas II. Goodwin for mayor
i nthat memorable race against “Cap.”
Joyner.
He is a member of the city Democratic
executive committee from the ninth ward
and also a member of the county Demo
cratic, executive committee.
After January first his friends expect
to find him in the outer office of Mayor
James G. Woodward.
Frank Hammond is a member of a
number of secret orders, including the
Masons, Elks and Knights of Pythias.
His many friends, fraternally and social
ly, are loud in their praise of Frank
Hammond—the man.
PATIENCE.
A woman said to the ticket agent
angrily:
‘ ‘ Look here, sir, I’ve been standing
before this window twenty-five minutes! ’ ’
The agent, a gray, withered little man,
answered gently:
“Ah, madam, I’ve been standing be
hind it twenty-five years. ’ ’—Boston Her
ald.
PUT OFF GETTING MARRIED.
Two Scotchmen met and exchanged
small talk. As they were parting to go
to supper, Sandy said to Jock: “Mon,
I’ll go ye a roond on the links in the
morrn. ’ ’
“The morrn,” repeated Jock doubt
fully.
‘ ‘ Aye, ir.on, ’ ’ said Sandy, “ I ’ll go ye
a roond on the links in the morrn.”
‘ ‘ Aye, weel, ’ ’ said Jock, “ I ’ll go ye.
But I had intended to get marriet in the
morrn. ’ '—Selected.
THE LESSER SEX.
From Life.
The social worker stopped a small girl
who was carrying a baby.
“Isn’t he a fine, big boy?” she began,
ingratiatingly. “What’s his name?”
The child waxed indignant. “It ain’t
a boy! Everybody thinks it’s a boy.”
She hugged th? baby closer. ‘ ‘ You poor
ilarlin” sho poothed, ‘‘they ain’t got
much opinion Of you, ’ave they?”
A. M. Balding
17 Edgewood Ave. ATLANTA, GA.
gain in gross earnings was a little more than offset by higher operat
ing expenses, net decreasing half of one per cent, lint taxes and in
terest charges have increased; so for eighteen months the roads actually
fell somewhat behind. On the face of that showing, if the commis
sion were satisfied expenses could not be reduced without cutting
wages, they would he entitled to some advance in rates.
Since June thirtieth, 1932, however, earnings, both gross and net,
have been making handsome gains. If such gains continue the roads
will be able to finance new capital requirements without raising rates.
That will be the question for the commission to decide if applica
tion for a horizontal advance in rates is made.—Exchange.
Some Twenty Years from Now
Somewhere just emerging from college, or starting to practice
law in a country town, are'those young men who, twenty years from
now, will succeed Roosevelt. Bryan, Taft, La Follette, as the moral
and political leaders of their generation. What will their issues be?
The questions that agitate us now will have been settled. We think
that one of these leaders will be a man who recognizes that alcohol is
a poison and that prostitution in this country is quite largely com
mercialized incident of the liquor business. Another will be a man
who sees that taking money out of one man’s pocket and putting it
in another’s is immoral, and that the character of the act is not
changed by calling it a protective tariff.
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