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THE ATLANTIAN
September, 1914
War is Sometimes Sudden.
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—tomorrow, it may be necessary to mobilize an
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—the one which has husbanded its resources in times
of peace—which ultimately hoists the flag of victory.
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eal profession, decided to interview
him on the matter.
Accordingly, he called and found
young Marse .John all sympathy.
When Uncle Ike had finished a nar
ration of all of Aunt Liza’s suffer
ings, the doctor write out a prescrip
tion.
“Ruh this on the parts that ache,
night and morning,” he said, “and let
me know how Aunt Liza gets along.”
Three weeks later when the doctor
reached his office tin* old darkey, hat
i in hand, was the first to greet him.
“And how is Aunt Liza,” he in
quired.
A broad grin of satisfaction spread
i over Unde Ike’s wrinkled face as lie
answered, “I knowed yon was a fine
doctor, Marse John, but 1 never seed
I anything so lie’p a pusson as that slip
of paper done Liza. It done won
ders, Marse John, but it done wore
out, sail, and I wants another piece,
please sail.”
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An old negro, near Victoria, Texas,
who was the only Baptist in the
neighborhood, always “stuck up for
Ins own faith,” and was ready with a
reason for it, although he was unable
to read a word, relates the Argonaut.
This was the way lie “put ’em down:”
“Yo’ kin read, now, kaint yo’?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I s’pose yo’ read de Bible,
kaint vo’?”
“Yek”
“Yo’ read ’bout John de Baptis’,
kaint yo’f’
“Yes.”
“Well, yo’ never read ’bout John de-
Mefodis’, did you’ ?”
The Other Kind.
i A minister was at the school house
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making the children a little talk on
the subject, “Wisdom.”
“Now, children,’’ said the minister,
“there are two kinds of wisdom; one
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: is the wisdom from above, and the
j other—now who can tell me what the
other one is?”
A wee, little girl immediately raised
her hand, and the minister said,
“Well, little one, what is it?”
“Wisdom teeth.” was her quick
reply.
A Mixed Telegram,
Mr. Mac, a young man in a college
town who was an interesting com
bination of scientific and musical ac
complishments, has a young lady
friend in Chicago who was soon to
be married. The day before the wed
ding her organist was suddenly taken
very ill and she telegraphed to Mr.
Mac: “Shall be married at noon to
morrow. Will you play for us?”
When the telegram reached him it
Was She Right?
Two young women who were not
conversant with the study of baseball
attended a game one afternoon.
“Who keeps the record of the
game?” asked Dora.
“Oh, don’t you know?” said Cora in
surprise. “Why, the vampire, of
course.”
The Proper Place for Them.
A merchants' carnival was being held
in a country village and little girls
represented the various shops. One,
dressed in a white muslin frock gayly
strung with garlands of bonbons, ad
vertised the local candy store.
When the festival began she fairly
glistened with attractive confectionery,
but as time wore on her decorations
grew less. Finally, at the end of the
last act, not a bonbon was to be seen.
“Why, Dora!” cried the stage man
ager, “where in the world are all your
decorations? Have you lost them?”
“Oh, no,” replied Dora; “they’re
perfectly safe. I’m wearing them
on the inside.”
Dressed for the Occasion.
There are drawbacks even to being
the wife of a wealthy man, as Mrs.
Millyuus found out.
Although they have only been mar
ried a few weeks, she hardly ever has
a quiet hour with her husband. It’s
business from morning till night, and
■in the evening lie only begs for peace
1 and rest.
So the other day she came down to
dinner in a sombre black frock.
“Why on earth, dear, are you wear
ing that frock?” asked Mr. Miltyuns,
eyeing her gown with distaste. “Why,
it’s almost half mourning.”
“Of course it’s half mourning,” re
plied the lady, with much meaning.
“Don’t you always say when you
come home from the office that you
are half dead?”
The Thing to Do.
A school officer was making him
self a nuisance by overexercising his
prerogative in the matter of visiting
the place of instruction. When vis
iting the school he always made a
“speech.”
One day he appeared before the
school, and his first remark was,
“Well, I don’t think I have anything
to say today—what shall I do?”
“Tbit down,” quickly lisped a dim
inutive tot from the corner of the
room.
Prescription Worked Wonders, j
Aunt Liza had been a sufferer from!
rheumatism for some time, when Un-j
de Ike. hearing of the success of a i
son of his former master in the inedi- 1
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