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THE ATLANT1AN
July, 1917
Incorporated Integrity
—This institution stands for integrity, specialized knowl
edge, and working efficiency raised to the highest power
in the handling of personal trusts.
—Strong financially, managed capably, and serving com
petently; - it is authorized by law and qualified by expe
rience to accept appointments as Executor, Administra
tor, Guardian or Trustee.
Central Bank and Trust
Corporation^
Candler Building
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Red Gulch don’t look nothing like he got me fo’ new places to wash
it did ten years ago,” said the drum
mer.
“No.” agreed Broncho Bob. "Ten
years ago, 'before so many saloons
started up, if you see a rattlesnake
coming up the road you knowed it
was a sure-enough rattlesnake.”
A Jersey man of a benevolent turn
of mind encountered a small boy in
hi neighborhood, who gave evidence
of having emerged but lately from a
severe battle.
“I am sorry,” said 'the man, “to see
that you have a black eye, Sammy."
Whereupon Sammy retorted:
“You go home and be sorry for
your own boy—he's got two I”
Growing tired of having her linen
torn by the machinery used in laun
dries, a lady gave it to a negro wash
erwoman, who, although forty, con
fessed tha't she was a “blushin* bride,”
the eventful ceremony having taken
place just two months previous. To
date, the bridegroom had failed to go
to work, but the lady did not know
that.
“How do you like married life?"
she asked.
“Fine! Jus’ finel" replied 1 the bride.
“And is your husband a good pro
vider?”
“He suttinly am, ma’am,” declared
the bride. “He suttinly am. Dis week
atl”
A witness was being questioned as
to his whereabouts for the year past.
“Where were you beginning January,
1915?” queried the attorney.
“With the Boston Herald,” was the
reply. “I disagreed with the manag
ing editor upon a national issue.”
“Where were you immediately aft
er that?” came next from the attor
ney.
“Minneapolis Tribune.”
“And why did you leave there?”
“Well, I also disagreed with that
paper’s managing editor upon a na
tional political issue."
The judge’s curiosity was aroused
by this repeated answer, and he said:
“Please tell tKe court what this na
tional political issue was upon which
you seem to have such decided opin
ions.”
“Prohibition,” was the answer
A CHANCE TO HELP.
John had been very disobedient, an !
his mother, with a sad face, called to
him to come and recieve the punish
ment that followed an infringement
of that partic'ar rule.
“Just one minute, Mother,” begged
John. He knelt down beside his bed
and in a very earnest voice said: “Oh,
Lord, you’ve often promised to he’p us
when we needed it. Now’s your
chance.”
THE END OF THE PLAY.
The play is done, the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompter’s bett;
A moment yet the actor stops
And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task;
And, when he’s laughed and said
his say,
He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that’s anything but gay.
One word ere yet the evening ends;
Let’s close it with a parting rhyme,
And pledge a hand to all young
friends,
As fits the merry Christmas time.
On life’s wild scene you, too, have
parts .*
That Fate ere long shall bid you
play;
Good night! with honest, gentle
hearts
A kindly greeting go alway.
Come wealth or want, come good or
ill,
Let young and old accept their
part,
And bow before the Awful Will,
And bear it with an honest heart.
Who misses or who wins the prize,
Go, lose or conquer as you can;
But if you fail, or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
A gentleman, or old or young!
(Bear kindly with my humble lays),
The sacred chorus first was sung
Upon the first of Christmas days;
The shepherds heard it overhead,
The joyful angels heard it then;
Glory to heaven on high, it said,
And peache on earth to gentlemen
My song, save this, is little worth;
I lay the weary pen aside,
And wish you health and love and
mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmastide.
As fits the holy Christmas birth.
Be this good friends our carol still—
Be peace on earth, be peace on
earth,
To men of gentle will.
EARTH’S GLADDEST DAY.
A song of Bunshine through the rain,
Of spring across the snow,
A balm to heal the hurts of pain,
A peace surpassing woe.
Lift up your heads, ye sorrowing ones,
And toe ye glad of heart,
For 'Calvary and Easter Day—
Earth’s saddest day and gladdest
day —
Were just one day apart.
THWARTED AMBITION.
“When I was a boy,” said the gray-
haired physician, who happened to be
in a reminiscent mood, “I wanted to
be a soldier; but miy parents persuad
ed me to study medicine."
“Oh, well,” rejoined the sympathetic
druggist, “such Is life. Many a man
with wholesale aspirations has to
content himself with a retail busi
ness.”
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