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VOLUME SEVEN
NUMBER TWENTY-TWO
CARTERSVILLE ROME CAPTURE EDITORS
Georgia “Regulators ” Enjoy Lively Outing Among the Hills and Then Hie Away to the Sea.
LARENCE PERRY was not mistak
en. When that plucky and enter
prising young editor of The Car
tersville Tribune went to Americus
last year and told the editors that
his newly-adopted home of Carters
ville would do the thing “to the
queen’s taste,” he succeeded
against great odds in convincing a
C
majority that their going should not be de
layed.
We went —and we found that Cartersville,
the booming, blooming home of celebrities, had
worked herself into a veritable frenzy of joy
and generosity over our coming. Flags were
flying, fair women were smiling, gallant men
were hurrying, automobiles were “honking,”
superb chefs were planning, old-fashioned
cooks were cooking—while turkeys, chickens,
pigs and pastries were simply “too full for
utterance” over our editorial joys.
The Friday night reception at the palatial
home of the Honorable and Mrs. Sim Mum
ford would have done credit to King George’s
coronation, while Mayor Paul Gilreath’s
charming speech of welcome, Editor Pat Mc-
Cutchen’s genial and jaunty response and that
indescribable Saturday night banquet prepar
ed and served by the deft-fingered 1 , beautiful
ladies of Cartersville —with Wurm’s famous
orchestra sprinkling exquisite music all around,
well, all this was more than poor pencil-push
ers are used to —and our whirling craniums are
in danger.
An Ideal Textile Town.
The most practically impressive thing Which
the editors saw at Cartersville was that dream
of a factory community, the American Tex
tile Company. A special train carried us out
to Atco, two miles from the city, and just such
an ideal working community every editor de
clared he had never seen before. With macad
amized streets, chert sidewalks, flower yards
and no two houses made alike, the town of
Atco presented a refreshing and inspiring
contrast with so many factory towns where
the dwelling houses are chiefly built on gullied
hillsides unfit for the habitation of cows, and
the whole compound presents an oppressive
sense of depleting sameness. But in addition
to these attractive Atco homes, every conven
ience of the modern city is found, while a
handsome brick school building, with a com
modious auditorium, used for educational
work and church services is the magnet for
community gatherings and good fellowship.
If every factory community in America were
like Atco we would have less labor problems
and better and safer citizenship.
PLEADING FOR TALLULAH —Page Eight
ATLANTA, GA., JULY 27, 1911
A Witching, Wineless Banquet.
We have seen banquet halls north, south,
east and west but for an entrancing, breath
taking concept of decoration Cartersville
“took the cake” —and then presented the
cake! For instance, after all the other pretty
effects who but the ladies of Cartersville
would have thought of cutting into pennants
and festoons newspapers—just plain old
newspapers and hanging them in graceful
draperies as a fitting decoration for newspa
per men? Can’t tell you about it, ladies and
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JUDGE A. W. FITE.
gentlemen, you’ll just have to imagine how
that banquet hall looked. Os the delicious
menu we will not try to speak, and all of the
after-dinner speeches must be “passed up”
here save that of Cartersville’s “grand old
woman,” Mrs. W. H. Felton, who —
Pressing with unsteady feet,
Where her fourscore summers meet —
looked down upon us from her sunlit heights
as if she were the benignant grandmother of
us all. So long the consort of her brilliant
preacher-statesman husband, and busy through
several generations in giving wholesome lit
erary stimulus to the reading world, she bade
us, her children and grandchildren, to make
people happier with our spoken and written
words.
Let commercial and social clubs remember
everywhere that the Cartersville banquet was
a rousing success without champagne or other
intoxicating drinkables. But we men might as
well confess that it would have been a greater
success if the gentlemen had sacrificed their
cigars and cigarettes to the comfort of the la
dies present. Os course, our Cartersville hosts
were only being generous and hospitable, as
other towns have done and will doubtless con
tinue to do. But it is the custom we don’t like,
if men must smoke, let them do it at “stag”
affairs —but not where ladies are, turning them
dizzy with the mixed fumes of the noxious
weed. We men boast our “Southern chivalry”
—let’s prove it at our banquets.
It was indeed fitting that President A. L.
Hardy of the Press Association, should rise at
the conclusion of her beautiful address and
entertain a motion that Mrs. Felton be elected
a lifetime honorary member of the Association,
and likewise fitting that the last five minutes
before Sunday morning should be given to
Hon. Editor John N. Holder, the golden-heart
ed speaker of the House, in which to pay a ten
der tribute to the sustaining, inspiring influ
ence of “Woman!”
Sunday in Rome.
Sunday morning some of us who had been
“brought up” to go to Sunday school found
ourselves walking in the sacred foot-prints of
that knightly Christian lawyer, Will J. Neel,
who was one of the greatest Sunday school
superintendents that any town ever saw. From
his home in the skies he calls yet with “beck
oning hands” to the youth he loved so well.
On the train we sang “Sweet bye and bye”
and rolled into such a warm “Hill City” wel
come that we forgot the tears of the frowning
clouds.
Os course Jack McCartney and Wilson
Hardy of the sprightly, bristling Tribune-Her
ald were there. Indeed, genial, gifted Jack
met us “piece o’ the way.” The rotund form
of big-hearted, big-bodied Capt. J. Lindsey
Johnson was already aboard, and while these
eyes did not locate the nimble-witted Nevins,
of paragraph fame, when we landed we know
it must have been the effect of his scintillating
scintillations that put a sort of electrical ozone
in the Roman atmosphere.
Like the princely man he is President A. W.
Van Hoose of the great and growing Shorter
was ready with his car to whisk The Golden
Age family to the hotel, and soon the manag
ing editor, the circulation manager, the asso
ciate editor and the editor-in-chief were listen
ing to “the patter of the rain on the roof”
and trying in the arms of “nature’s sweet re
storer” to forget the delectable excesses of a
banquet that lasted until morn.
At 4 o’clock Dr. G. W. Young, the famous
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