Kennesaw Route Gazette.
Western & Atlantic Railroad Co.
ATLANTA, GA., SEPTEMBER, 1875.
OUR NEW DRESS.
We feel sure that our patrons will be
pleased with the entire new style and get up
of the Gazette, for this month.
We hope to continue it in this shape, and
trust that the contents of our little paper
may serve to gain the good will of the trav
eling public, and that they will hereafter
travel by The Great Kennesaw Route.
GUIDE TO FLORIDA.
Visitors to Florida, going from the North,
East and West, should make Atlanta, Ga.,
the first objective point.
It being the Gate City to the South, the
competing lines of Railroad make every ex
ertion to offer the most modern conven
iences that have been invented.
Pullman Palace Drawing Room and Sleep
ing Cars now run daily between St. Louis
and Atlanta, via Columbus, Ky., Nashville,
and Chattanooga, without change.
Pullman Palace Drawing Room and Sleep
ing Cars now run daily between Louisville
and Atlanta, via Nashville and Chattanooga,
Pullman Palace Drawing Room and Sleep
ing Cars now run daily between Baltimore
and Atlanta, via Lynchburg, Bristol, Knox
ville, and Dalton, without change.
As soon as the Florida travel commences
from the West, lines of Pullman Cars will
be run between Louisville and Jacksonville,
as last year, and St. Louis and Savannah.
As our schedules will be changed to suit
this particular business, we will not, in this
issue, do more than give time of arrival and
departure at terminal points, referring our
readers to future issues for our new sched
ules, although schedules in this issue will
not be varied from much.
The travel from the West and North, to
Florida, has been steadily increasing for the
past five years, and it is expected that the
largest number that has ever been there will
go there this year.
From Atlanta to Florida, we have four
different first-class Lines, the present sched
ule (Sept. Ist.) ®f which will be found in
Special.—An extra Pullman Palace Car
will leave New Orleans at 4.40 p. m., Sept.
12, via the New Orleans & Mobile R’d and
the Kennesaw Route, for New York, for the
special accommodation of the General Pas
senger and Ticket Agents, who will attend
the Semi-Annual Convention of the General
Passenger and Ticket Agents’ Association
which convenes in Saratoga, September 17,
To Coupon Ticket Agents Through
out the Country.—ls you do not receive
The Gazette regularly every month please
It is our desire that every person selling
Coupon Tickets should have a copy every
month. Address B. W. Wrenn, Atlanta.
Florida —The Cis-Atlantic Italy.—
The very able article under the above cap
tion, to be found on our first page, is from
the pen of Our distinguished fellow-citizen,
Hon. H. W. Hilliard.
Mr. Hilliard has recently purchased a
winter home in Orange County, Florida.
Parties desiring copy of The Gazette,
can receive it upon application to B. W.
Wrenn, General Passenger Agent, Atlanta,
Ga., by enclosing a 2 cent stamp.
THE KENNESAW ROUTE GAZETTE
We take great pleasure in calling attention
to the card of Messrs. Trippe & McCoy,
Attorneys-at-Law, Atlanta, Ga. Both gen
tlemen have just recently resigned seats
in the Supreme Court to resume the prac
tice of law. They are gentlemen of the
very highest standing and prominence in
the entire State. Parties desiring business
transacted in this City or State can put their
business in their hands with the assurance
that justice will be done them in every
The residents along the Virginia Midland
Railroad speak in glowing and complimen
tary terms of Capt. G. J. Foreacre, the popu
lar General Manager of that line.
Col. C. P. Ball, former Superintendent of
the Western Railroad of Alabama, is sojourn
ing at the Allegheny Springs, Va , with his
Col. Robt. A. Anderson, General Freight
Agent of the Western and Atlantic Railroad,
has been sojourning at Warm Springs, N. C.,
for several weeks.
Maj. A. L. Whaling is spending the sum
mer months at Charlotte, N. C.
Mr. John E. Pool, of the Pulaski House,
Savannah, Ga., is at the Warm Springs,
N. C., for a few weeks.
The Gazette, with a beautiful Chromo,
mailed regularly for one year to any person
who sends his or her address, and 25 cents,
to cover cost of postage, wrapper, and cler
ical work of mailing.
Address, Kennesaw Route Gazette,
The especial attention of the traveling
public is called to the fact that Palace Cars
are now run between Baltimore and New
Orleans, via Lynchburg, Bristol, Decatur,
Atlanta, Montgomery and Mobile, without
change— an advantage offered by no other
line except the Great Kennesaw Route.
We desire to call attention to the adver
tisement of the Georgia State Fair, which
takes place at Macon, Ga., in October next.
Many of the most prominent public men of
the North and West will be present. The
grandest preparations are being made,
through the energy of Col. Malcolm John
ston, the able Secretary, and it is intended to
make it a grand reunion, with the hope that
Western and Northern friends may come
down and meet the Southern farmers, and
become reconciled. Travelers from the
West to Florida will do well to make their
arrangements to be in Macon during this
Not So. —The rumor that our opposition
had presented a passenger who traveled
their line with a new satchel, to replace the
one worn out changing cars so often by
their line, proves to be a mistake.
DR. J. B. RUSSELL.
We would call attention to those suffering
from rheumatism, to the card of Dr. Russell.
Dr. R. came to this city from South Caro
lina over two years since.
He seems to be a thorough master of the
disease which he assumes to treat. He has,
to our personal knowledge, effected cures
which were deemed miraculous. A member
of the writer’s family was for several
months afflicted with rheumatism, and was
entirely cured by Dr. Russell.
Passengers going South or East should
remember that the Great Kennesaw Route
offers no change of cars between Baltimore
and New Orleans and intermediate points,
and that no other line offers this great ad
Passengers going to Florida should take
Chattanooga and Atlanta in their route, the
former the “ Pittsburg ” and the latter “the
Gate City ” of the South.
RUBBER ELASTIC PAINT.
The old fable says “ There is nothing like
leather,” but in these days of progress we
are constantly substituting new things for
old ones, and one of the new things is
“ Rubber Elastic Paint ” —there is nothing
We lately had a pleasant visit from Mr.
Maxwell, who has been established a long
time at 719 North Main Street, St. Louis,
Mo., as a dealer in oils, car grease, etc., and
as such is well known to all our Railroad
men. He has lately gone extensively into
the manufacture of the Rubber Elastic
Mr. M. informs us that the article is in
such demand that orders have outrun his
“ outfit ” for some weeks past.
It is adapted to roofs of all kinds, es
pecially to tin, car and wood roofs.
coming South should re
member that to avoid frequent changes, they
should take the through car leaving Balti
more daily at 6.00 a. m. for New Orleans
and intermediate points
Sunday.—An erroneous impression seems
to prevail, that there are delays on account
of Sunday between Baltimore and New Or
leans. Such is not the case by the Ken
nesaw Route—the schedule is made daily.
Turkish Baths. —In another column will
be found an advertisement of the Turkish
Baths, which is one of the institutions of
Atlanta. Visitors to Atlanta should not fail
to give them a trial.
Attention is called to the advertisement
of Messrs. Hunnicutt & Bellingraths.
They are strictly reliable in their dealings.
In another column will be found the card
of Mr. A. T. Cunningham, long and favor
ably known to cotton dealers and merchants
of Georgia, South Carolina and Alabama.
The erection of his new and commodious
warehouse, on the corner of Alabama and
Forsyth streets, will present an ample capac
ity for storage, both in cotton, grain, etc. The
building is convenient, being immediately
near the Central Railroad track, and con
tiguous to the other five railroads having
their termini at Atlanta. We commend to
planters, and the mercantile community, the
special advantages offered by Mr. Cunning
ham and his warehouse facilities.
B. RIDGES ON THE KEELEY MOTOR.
Knowing that B. Ridges had just returned
from a flying trip North, and while there
examined the great invention, we sent him
a postal card requesting his full opinion of
the Keeley Motor, for the benefit of the
readers of our paper.— [Ed. Gazette.}
Dear Gazette: — Usually I am swaddled
in my chinkapin dressing gown, doing duty
to my toast and chocolate at the breakfast
table, when I read over my morning mail.
Yesterday, however, your postal pasteboard
came suddenly upon me under entirely dif
erent circumstances. Mrs. Ridges, with un
common eyesight, had observed the surplus
flesh leaving my bones, as if running away
from some unhealthy tax collector, and
had recommended early morning exercise.
I thought myself, that early morning exer
cise would woo the affrighted flesh back to
my hungry bones, and I straightway went
about to borrow enough money to purchase
a few gymnastic poles, a few r dumb-bells
and some Indian clubs. When Mrs. R. came
across my intentions she solemnly vowed
that I should purchase nothing of the sort,
and then went out into the back yard, fished
out an old axe, so dull that it couldn’t cut
air without flying off the handle, and then
she pointed to a pile of wood that looked
like Fort Moultrie when it was made of logs,
and told me there was the exercise that was
exercise. Not being in the habit of opposing
my wife even in her most trifling wishes, I
hung my chinkapin dressing gown on the
gate and rolled up my sleeves for a dreadful
tussel. The first swing I made, the old axe
hopped off the handle into the dining room,
Cutting a gash
In the plate of hash,
And breaking the crockery
All to smash.
Having recaptured the eloping axe, I en
deavored to affix it to the handle more se
curely, by splitting the end of the handle
wherein to drive a wedge. In holding the
split place open for the insertion of the
wedge, my forefinger slipped unawares into
the triangular gap, and I was executing a
highly interesting jig when my oldest boy
rushed around the house with your postal
card. At that time I was not in the humor
for postal cards. My boy, seeing my dilem
ma, laid the document down and rushed to
my rescue. With both hands he pulled the
forks wide enough to extricate my finger,
but they immediately closed down on his
fingers, and he danced several jigs to his
own music. I pulled the forks apart, loos
ened his fingers, but the cussed thing closed
down on my fingers. Having been caught
once, my boy did’nt rush to my assistance. I
rather think he enjoyed it. I pleaded with
him, requested and commanded him to free
me, but he couldn’t see it. I began to get
mad. Every time I swore, the forks closed a
little tighter. I sent for the cook. She pulled
the forks apart and set me free, but she was
caught. Having been twice in its close em
brace, I concluded she could get freed as
best she might. She roared and pitched
considerably, but that old axe handle hung
to her. Mrs. Ridges came around the house
about this time, knitting on a new lamp mat
she intends to send to the heathen, to see
how many cords of wood I’d cut in my morn
ing exercise. A harrowing scene met her
gaze. There was Charles Waxel baum (that’s
my boy) seated on the woodpile grinning
like a newly-vaccinated chimpanzee. Maria,
the cook, was prancing around the yard
singing “Glory” and “ Tom Walker,” with
both hands stuck fast in the axe handle, and
I was calmly seated on the saw-buck reading
My wife was never very beautiful; even in
her palmiest days there was a sort of vinegar
factory look about her facethat made it look
like it was struck by lightning. But on this
occasion her ugliness was simply terrific.
Her nose went up an inch or so higher, her
eyes opened wide enough to see clear over to
Europe, and her mouth shut down so sud
den and tight that it sent four two-dollar
and-a-half teeth down her throat in astonish
ment. She took one square glance at me,
and then rushed for Maria. In about two
seconds Maria was on her way to finish cook
ing breakfast, but Mrs. R. was hugging that
axe handle as fondly but more vehemently
than there was any absolute necessity for.
“ Bosphorus ! ” (Bosphorus is my first
story name) “ Come here this instant.”
“ Ma’m,” said I, calmly as if nothing had
occurred to mar the peaceful sweetness of
“ C-o-m-e h-e-r-e!” she shrieked, and I
went. Whenever she talks this way Igo to
her, even if I have to cross oceans of blood
and South American volcanoes with molten
lava flowing down their sides, and women
and children and insurance agents fleeing to
the woods for protection. It’s a winning
way she has of drawing me to her.
1 went to her, of course, and I fiddled
around that old handle, but I wasn’t going
to get my fingers in there again.
“ Why don’t you get my hand out, you
old fool ? ”
“ Well, my dear, if you will only wait a
“Wait, the mischief ! Just look at my
fingers—just see how —o-o-ch !”
And when she saw a wee bit of that
proud old Higginbotham blood shoot out of
one of her fingers, she sat right down in a
plate of soft dough put there for the chick
ens and fainted. The first thing I saw that
looked like water was a pot of lye under
the ash-hopper, and I doused that in her
Geewhilikins ! I’ll take ten thousand
oaths, I’ll take forty obligations, I’ll take
twenty solemn avowals, I’ll take—anything
—that I did’nt know it -was lye in that pot.
Anyhow, I threw it over her and opened the
forks with a stick of wood. The fingers on
her left hand looked like they had been sat
down on by a locomotive. All the skin
peeled off her face, one eye was put out for
ever and eternally, but her tongue—oh, you
wanted to know what I thought of the
Keeley Motor !
I came deuced nigh forgetting all about
that. You see forty years ago people would
have laughed if you had shown them a sew
ing machine. Now, my dear sir, they are
in use all over the land. The Hottentot, the
Feejee Islander, the Chinee, and the South
Carolinian find it indispensable. And there’s
the patent spring mattress. What do you
think Adam and Eve would have said to a
spring mattress ? Would that/aZZ have hap
pened ? Just imagine this gentleman and
lady reclining on unmanured ground, a cou
ple of fig leaves for a mosquito net and a
bag of sycamore balls for a pillow ! What
luxury they would have enjoyed upon
Dobbs’ Patent Elliptic Spring Mattress
there is the lightning apple parer.
With one of these Eve could have walloped
“ ie j’de apple so quick Adam
wouldn t have had time to collect the re
venue tax on it.
1 here is no picture my fertile imagination