Newspaper Page Text
12
EXPERT TESTIMONY ON COCA
COLA.
The readers of this paper will be in
terested in the following letters from
expert chemists who have made care
ful analyses of COCA-COLA syrup
from which the popular temperance
drink is prepared. Our object in pub
lishing these letters is to correct an
erroneous impression which has been
fostered by some of our unscrupulous
competitors to the effect that COCA
COLA contains injurious material. We
believe that intelligent, fair-minded
Christian people everywhere are inter
ested in knowing the truth aoout
COCA-COLA and we feel sure that
when they know the truth they will
silence the muck-rakers and scandal
mongers. We have numerous letters
from professional chemists, but space
limits us to giving only a few samples
below. If you would like to see oth
ers, write for a free copy of a booklet
entitled “Government and State Offi
cials’ Report on COCA-COLA.” Ad
dress The Coca-Cola Company, Atlan
ta, Ga.
University of Texas,
Austin, Te~as, Jan. 16, 1905.
Mr. J. S. Newcomb, Manager,
Coca-Cola Bottling Co.,
San Antonio, Texas.
Dear Sir: In accordance with your
request of the 12th inst., I secured, in
the open market, a quart of COCA
COLA syrup and carefully analyzed
same for the presence of cocaine. The
sample contained no cocaine.
Yours truly,
O. H. PALM,
Asst. Chemist to tlie University of
Texas.
Report of Georgia Chemist.
I have purchased in the open mar
ket a sample of COCA-COLA syrup
and subjected same to chemical analy
sis. I And therein no trace of the al
kaloid cocaine, for which I made spe
cial search, and nothing of a nature
any more injurious than would be de
rived from drinking an ordinary cup
of tea or coffee.
Yours truly,
jno. m. McCandless,
State Chemist of Georgia.
Sober, courteous, refined Tech stu
dents can get rooms in a Christian
home at 384 Spring street, with or
without board. Call or write to Mrs.
W. C. Davis.
HER CORRECTION.
“Father, I wish I knew why they
laughed at my corrected sentence in
English class today,” exclaimed a high
school recently. Her father looked up
from his evening paper and asKea
what the sentence was.
“Well, Miss West gave us each a
sentence to correct, and mine was, ‘1
went to the tonsorial parlors to get
a hair cut.’ ”
“And how did you correct it?” ask
ed the father.
“Why, I corrected it the only way
you could correct it, of course, and
Miss West just doubled up laughing
when she read it, and then she read it
aloud, and every one in the class
shouted. They didn’t know it was my
sentence, but I did.”
“But what did you write?’
“Why, father! What would any one
write? I wrote, ‘I went to the tonsor
ial parlors to get my tonsils cut,’ of
course.” —Youth’s Companion.
VOICES OF YOUTH
The leaves are falling, falling every
where;
They are drifting downward to the
damp earth, brown and sere.
Hear their whispering voices,
What a rhythm sad they weave;
The sweetly plaintive echo
Os the swiftly falling leaves.
The yellow leaves are falling,
Like a gleam of gold they pass
Through the hazy autumn stillness,
Drifting to the brown, sere grass.
Resting there they lie in sadness,
With a brightness that deceives,
For, soon will fade the beauty
Os the golden falling leaves.
The crimson leaves are falling
With never a thought of care,
For the towering, reaching branches,
They are leaving brown and bare;
They are hurrying by so swiftly,
How the sight my spirit grieves,
To watch them drifting downward,
The crimson falling leaves.
I
The leaves are falling, falling, all their
emerald beauty gone;
They are flitting downward, by the sad
CHAT.
My Dear Young People:
I HAVE been giving you for some
weeks past short stories of dif
ferent kinds, each teaching a les
son of some value, hoping through
these to help you in two ways; first,
to impress the lessons taught and then
to give you an idea as to how you
should write for the story contest
which we want to begin in the first
issue of October, allowing three
months, October, November and De
cember, for the contest.
The exact rules for governing it will
be given next week, but this I can tell
you now: The prize for the best story,
considering all points, will be a five
dollar gold-piece, but no one can enter
the contest who is not a member of
the Voices of Youth, and either they,
or some member of their immediate
family, must be a subscriber.
I am giving you this advance infor
mation so that any of our young read
ers who would like to enter may join
us with at least one letter before the
first October issue.
I am sure each of you will welcome
our new poet, May E. McMillan, who
has come in recently to share honors
with Julia Iverson Lane.
“Gwennie’s” letter is along the line
of a far more needed reform than
many mothers seem to think, and her
advice is both timely and wise.
If our young girls are not taught
more carefully by their mothers as to
what it takes to constitute a pure,
modest girl, I greatly fear that the
next generation win make their grand
mothers blush even more than the
present one does. We who get out
and mix with the world get much
alarmed and on the other hand, very
much disgusted many times as we
watch the thoughtless manner of so
many young girls on the streets.
“Gwennie” is right; girls, hold your
young men friends at arm’s length if
you would hold their respect, keep
pure yourself, and help them to be
pure.
I want several nice letters for next
The Golden Age for September 9, 1909.
CONDUCTED BY THE EDITOR.
The Talling of the Leabes
winds ruthless borne,
From the heights where summer sun
shine
Played around them, green and fair,
They have lost their springtime
beauty,
They are falling everywhere.
Brightly tinted now we find them,
And we sadly stand and gaze
At the red and golden glory
Shining through the autumn haze;
Gleaming on the distant hilltops,
Gleaming in the wooded dells,
Flitting, drifting, falling, falling,
To the chime of evening bells.
Yes, the beautiful leaves are falling,
Leaves of crimson, brown and gold,
Ah! what depths of plaintive sorrow
In their silent fall is told.
Drifting downward, ever downward,
Earthward in their radiant glow
Like our hopes, that oft are lifted,
Then, like leaves they downward go.
So I stand and watch the flitting,
And standing, silent grieve
For the loss of so much beauty,
For the falling of the leaves.
—MAY E. McMILLAN.
week; let them come in by Thursday.
Be studying and writing on your
story.
LITTLE MOTHER.
What You’d Rather Do? —
Or Go A-fishin’ ?
S' n
c» Hi fnaßlg o
CD M | *K
S $35? 1”« o
fr> H < d
o k>
3 Bbß®iß p
<u ? - ™ .’ • Jw. r J
- CW • ar
C • _.._. t jgtw zw. .
<A'-’, , v “"
<Z) " - ■•- ■■-; J
"- • v- ■' - '
0 i s
'■ ■ • ••'-/I 5
a - i
P
A Half Day’s Catch at Cumberland Island.
Hurry and go by the A. B. & A.
And you’ll live to bless the day I.
Dear Friends: Although I have nev
er written for the Circle, I have been
a silent member for some time. I en
joy the letters very, very much.
I just want to say a few words to
the girls. I often wonder why every
girl can’t have good common sense.
Why do we listen to the flirt and the
flatterer? Girls, let us be firm and
make this our rule, and stand by it:
Never allow 7 a young man to kiss
you. Os course, he will if he can, and
if we allow it, then the respect he
has always held for us is lowered; and
besides we lower our own standard
when we do it. Let us make this our
motto: “Hands off,” and I am sure we
will be glad of it later on in life.
Oh, yes, we say, “Miss So and So
is so popular,” but you just w r atch out,
when a man (I mean a real true man,
and not a villian nor a “trifling piece
of humanity”) wants a wife, he wants
a woman of pure, spotless character.
Though he may flirt and pass time
that way for a while, or stain his own
life with sins as black as Satan would
have them be, yet he will not choose
for his wife a girl that he could kiss
at will.
Girls, let’s remember our rule and
Tetterine Cures Itching Piles Quickly.
“One application of Tetterine cured me
of a case of Itching Piles I had for five
years.
Baynard Benton, Walterboro, S. C.
Tetterine cures Eczema, Tetter,
Ground Itch, Hing Worm, Infants’ Sore
Head, Pimples, Itching Piles, Rough,
Scaly Patches on the Face, Old Itching
Sores, Dandruff, Cankered Scalp, Corns,
Chilblains and every form of Scalp and
Skin Disease. Tetterine 50c; Tetterine
Soap 25c. At druggists, or by mail direct
from The Shuptrine Co., Savannah, Ga..
