The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915, May 29, 1913, Page 16, Image 16

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16 man who was with us on that train twenty years ago. He had made his fortune; he also had married a Gen tile, and was marvelously rich; yet, joy was far from his haert. He had gained money, but the pleasure to en joy that money was not with him. Which of the two young Jews was the riches? He who has thousands of dollars in his bank book, or he who has laid up for himself riches where no thief or rust can destroy, in the Heavens above? A reputable citizen of Atlanta left four umbrellas to be repaired. At noon he had luncheon in a restaurant, and as he was leaving he absentmindedly start ed to take an umbrella from a hook near his hat. “That’s mine, sir,” said a woman at the next table. He apologized and went out. When he was going home in a street car with his four repaired umbrellas, the woman he had seen in the restaurant got on. She glanced from him to his umbrellas and said: “I see you had a good day.” THE BOY IN THE LITTLE TOWN. (Continued from page 9.) provided for all these years while we have been blind to it. We should study the needs of the children whose bringing up God has placed into our hands. “Therefore, I move you, Madam Chairman, that we ask the school board for permission to let the boys use the school yard as a baseball ground during the summer vacation, to keep them off forbidden vacant lots whose use they must steal to indulge their natural love for play; that we try to interest grown-up young men to become leaders for them in their games, and that we contribute money to supply bats, balls and other para phernalia, so that they may begin playing at once.” Hardly had the motion been sound ed before the meeting was in a tur moil. Miss Tabitha Potts, who had begun to squirm in her chair with Mrs. Brown’s inference that there was something more important for the club to consider than Shakespeare, was the first to get the floor. “I rise to a point of order,” she protested. “This club was organized for the purpose of studying Shake speare, and not children, and those of us who have no” —here one of the young mothers snickered audibly, but Miss Tabitha only glared at her over her glasses and continued, emphasiz ing the next word —“interest in the lat ter will find our activities curtailed.” Statement of the Condition of THE FARMERS & TRADERS BANK, Located at Atlanta, Ga., at the close of business May 22, 1913. RESOURCES. Demand Loans $126,337.85 Time Loans 248,710.45 Overdrafts, secured 7.495.95 Bonds and Stocks owned bv the Bank 50,875.00 Banking House 6.102.71 Furniture and Fixtures 1,659.20 Other Real Estate 50,998.08 Due from Banks and Bankers in this State 17,282.81 Due from Banks and Bankers in other States 14,975 17 Currency $5,600.00 Gold 261.00 Silver, Nickels, etc., 1,463.47 ■Clearing House 8.326.81 T0TAL5540,052.50 ®? ker ’ <' ashi * Jr - of The Farmers % Traders Bank, who being duly si ail Or LrEOlUjrlA, rulton County. sworn, says that the above and foregoing statement is a true condition of said Bank, as shown by the books of file in said Bank. p. j BAKER. Sworn to and subscribed before me, this 27th day of May, 1913 L. A. HOLLINGSWORTH, Notary Public Fulton County, Ga. SWEET CLOUD. (Continued from page 3.) Sadness lingered in al Ibosoms as they slowly wended their ways home ward. Desolation reigned in the home of Major Cloud. The silence was broken only by the heart-sobs of Nettie Richards and the moans of the bereaved parents. Towards evening, Nettie went again to the grave to weep. Somehow she felt that Sweet would seem nearer where she had caught her last glimpse of the beautiful form. There with h's cheek pressed upon the freshly made grave, was the stranger—the slouch hat beside him. The moment his iden tity was revealed to her, Nettie gave an exclamation of surprise which brought Rupert Vane to his feet. How sadly changed he was! The bloated countenance, the blood-shot eyes, betokened continuous dissipa tion. She placed her hand within the one he extended in salutation, and, with the light of a golden sunset envelop ing them, they talked sadly, weeping, of the past, the present and the fu ture. (To be Continued.) But the day was saved by the sec retary who found an amendment to the constitution, adopted the year that the club turned its attention to Brown ing for a season, which provided that, besides studying Shakespeare, the club might devote itself as well “to such other matters as the members by vote decided to take up.” Then the question was put and car ried by a narrow margin of two votes. The board granted the asked-for per mission without question; a young col lege graduate, a schoolmaster at home for the vacation, at the request of Mrs. Brown’s committee took charge of the playground, and in a half day, with the help of the boys he had a backstop in place. Within a week several nines had been organized, and play was un der way for the “league champion ship,” under umpires of the boys’ own choosing. “I wish we had some place to play tennis,” Bessie Brown said disconsol ately to her mother some days later. “Sylvia Smith’s cousin is visiting here from the city, and she says it is a fine game for girls.” Mrs. Brown, who had been made chairman of the new Municipal Im provement Committee of the Club, call ed the members together, and with the money left from the baseball appro priation, a net, balls and rackets were ordered by the next mail. When the outfit) was in place, and the court ready for play, Miss Williams, living with a widowed sister in Little Town, offered to teach the girls the game. LIABILITIES. Capital Stock Paid in $ 25,000.00 Surplus Fund 54,942.90 Undivided Profits, less Current Expenses, Interest and Taxes Paid 9,739.23 Dueto Banks and Bankers in this State 107,586.40 Due to Banks and Bankers in other States 158,000.00 Individual Deposits Subject to Check 128,208.29 Savings Deposits 24,494.94 Time Certificates 31,702.00 Cashier’s Checks 378.24 T0TAL5540,052.50 The Golden Age for May 29, 1913 The Best Way? Co ToYour Doctor No sense in running from one doctor to another! Select the best one, then stand by him. No sense in trying this thing, that thing, for your cough. Carefully, deliberately select the best cough medi cine, then take it. Stick to it. Ask your doctor about Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral for throat and lung troubles. jJWENSBQIF ••The QUALITY Wagon** The WAGON combines JI every feature that goes for long Ag wear and fight running. 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In her trim Ettle bathing suit she sat on the white sand. “I adore intelligence,” she cried. “So do I,” said he. “All the same, though, beauty and intellect never go together.” “And do you think me intellectual?” she faltered. “No,” he confessed frankly. With a faint blush she murmured. “Flatterer.”