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THE ATLANTIAN
December, 1918
Only One Way To
Acquire a Competence
For most people there is but ONE way to acquire a
competence; that is the sure way of SAVING MONEY.
With one dollar you can open an account with our Savings
Department. Your money deposited here will earn more
money at the rate of 3% per cent interest, compounded
semi-annually. Persistent saving will give you the neces
sary start in business, or pay the first installment on a home,
or insure for you and your family comfort and independence
during old age. The following table shows how fast $5.00
a month deposited here will grow:
1 year $ 61.06 3 year* $189.71
2 yean 12426 5 yean 327.60
Fulton National Bank
Atlanta, Ga.
WILLIAM J. BLALOCK, President
ARTHUR B. SIMM8, Vice President.
BOLLING H. JONES, Vice President
HENRY B. KENNEDY, Cashier.
RYBURN G. CLAY, Assistant Cashier.
“Well, what’s the difference?”
A MATTER OF JUDGMENT.
Two San Francisco negroes were
discussing the .possibilities of being
drafted'.
“’Tain’t gwine do ’em any good to
pick on me," said Lemuel, sulkily. “Ah
centainly ain’t gwine do any flghtin’.
Ah ain’t lost nothin’ oveh in France.
Ah ain’t got any quarrel with any
body, and Uncle Sam kain’t make me
fight”
Jim pondered over this statement
for a moment.
“You’ right,” he said at length.
“Uncle Sam kain’t make you fight But
he can take you where de flghtin’ is,
and after that you kin use you’ own
judgment.’’—‘Everybodp’s.
THE AMERICAN BOY.
There ls> some hope for the boy who
has to be driven into the bathtub, but
there is very little hope for the boy
who must be driven away from the
mirror.
A boy always quotes some boy old
er than himself as (final authority in
an argument with his mother.
Even if a boy doesn't get a ride, he
covers a great deal of ground in chas
ing a wagon.
A boy who doesn’t own a dog is
almost as pitiable an object as a dog
that doesn’t belong to a boy.
“Put that right back where you
found it!" is the slogan or war-cry
on which boys are raised from the
ages of two to sixteen.
Every boy of twelve wishes he could
have some of the money for bat and
ball that his mother spent on having
photographs taken of him when he was
a baby.
When a boy goes hunting and writes
to his mother that he intends to kill
a deer, his father laughs, but his
mother prepares a space on the wall
to hang the horns.
If a country 'boy consents to wear
shoes in the summer, it is with the
compensating thought that he may step
on the foot of the boy who goes bare
footed. F. L. G.
THE REAL QUESTION.
For some reason the Sunday-school
class had become interested in Methu
selah. At their urgent request the
teachers related all the authentic in
formation recorded in the Bible about
the amazing man, also various anec
dotes gleaned from less reliable sourc
es. In conclusion she said:
“Now, is that all? Are there any
further questions you would like to
ask about Methuselah?”
“I'd like to know,” said the most in
terested youngster of the lot, “where
all his birthday presents are buried!”
—St. Louis Times.
A TRUE AMERICAN.
On returning home from “Over
There,” I showed the man who runs
the corner grocery near home a flve-
france piece, which happens to be
about the size of our silver dollar.
He turned it over two or three times,
tried to make out the writing, then
looked up and remarked:
“Those Frenchmen have certainly
made a good imitation of our dollar.”
EXPLAINED.
’Twas in the old days—the days of
the “181" leather "putts.” Hughes
was only a kid, and was famed among
his companionsdn-arms for the sim
plicity of his preparation for slumber.
One morning late in the fall, his
captaing noticing a shortcoming in his
closing at reveille astonished him
“Hughes, where is your other
leggln’?”
Hughes. looked down at his leg—then
to the captain:
“Sir,” he said, it must have fallen
off during the night!”
A NEW SOCIAL EMBARRASSMENT.
"Oh, John, Nora told me today she’s
going to leave.”
“Why’s that, my dear? Does she
want another raise?"
“No, John, dt’s not that. She says
it’s no fun flirting with a policewo
man.”
TOO EARLY.
For the first three mornings the
rookie had been late for reveille roll-
call and the top sergeant was getting
tired of bawling him out. On the
fourth morning the rookie came out
of his tent half dressed and rubbing
his eyes.
“Say, yons!” bawled the sergeant,
“can’t you get out here when reveille
blows?”
“No, sir,” replied the rookie, “It
always blows before I get up.”
CHAPERONED.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Hay, visiting the
city from the shortgrass country, with
her son, “my boy and some of the
other young people have some nice
little dances in the hall at home. But
they always have good chaperones.”
“Yes,” put in Hay Jr. ’’We always
have chaperones. Usually some mar
ried man there with some other man’s
wife chaperoning the crowd.”
GERMANY’S LAST WORD.
Arthur Train, the novelist, put down
a German newspaper at the Century
Club, in New York, with an impatient
grunt.
A VETERAN OF THE FUTURE.
Chorus: And, Oh, Grandfather, tell
the one about how you saved the
Colonel and got the cross!
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