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THE ATLANTIAN
view with suspicion the money-makiug men of large business af
fairs who might be willing to give up his business to become a com
missioner.
For it would involve the giving up of one’s business if justice
is to be done to the job.
Men of public spirit, men of conscience, men who love the city,
who love their fellowmen, these be the men we need and it matters
not whether they be young or old, whether they be rich or poor,
such men will shape our destiny to good ends.
What we need in Atlanta is not a bigger city, but a better city.
The better city will soon be a bigger city. We may not safely con
fide our affairs to men who worship only the god of efficiency, but
we can trust them to men who will co-ordinate equity with efficiency.
Give us the initiative—the referendum and the recall—we will then
work out the system, but above all, let us have the foundation first.
The Twentieth Century Citizen
On the 21st instant will appear the first issue of the Twentieth
Century Citizen, with State Senator Emmett R. Shaw, as editor
and publisher. It will be remembered by many of bur readers that
Senator Shaw published for several months the “Blade and Blud
geon,” a most virile sheet. Owing to a break down in his health,
Senator Shaw was compelled to suspend the Blade and Bludgeon,
and the present venture is but the revival of that paper under an
other name. He has arranged with Mr. Bernard Suttler, one of the
strong writers of the country, to make regular contributions to the
editorial columns, and it cannot be doubted that with two such force
ful and well-informed writers that the paper will be widely read,
and exercise a potent influence.
J. M. SITTON,
Prominent Member B. L. E., Div.
368, and One of the Oldest Pas
senger Engineers Between At
lanta and Chattanooga.
FOOLED THAT TIME.
Why do I send this “pome” to you?
Pray do not think me sassy.
But I’m collecting printed slips,
And I’ve heard that yours are classy.
WHAT’S A LAWYER?
"Father,” asked the little son,”
“what is a lawyer?”
"A lawyer? Well, my son, a law
yer is a man who gets two men to
strip for a fight and then runs off
with their clothes.”
SHE WAS BUSY ENOUGH.
“Don't you know,” said the police
man to the servant as she was dump
ing a pail of garbage in an open lot,
“that what you are doing is against
the law?”
"Oh, don’t talk to me about the law,”
replied the girl. “It’s all I can do to
keep the Ten Commandments.”
AS IT REALLY WAS.
NOT YET—BUT—
OH, OH!
On the morning after his first ap
pearance on the stage the confident
but untalented youth met a friend
who had witnessed his first perform
ance. “What do you think of my act
ing?” asked the would-be Hamlet.
“That wasn’t acting,” replied the
friend. “That was misbehavior.”
WANTED THE CREDIT DUE
HER.
A little girl was caught pulling an
other little girl’s hair, and the mother
was anxious to overlook it. So she
said:
“Don’t you think, dear, it was naugh
ty Satan that put it into your head to
pull Elsie’s hair?”
“It may have been,” replied the lit
tle girl, “but kicking her shins was
my own idea.”
COULDN’T DO IT.
“No use,” growled Mr. Smith to his
wife from the bathroom, “I can’t do it.”
“What is it, dear?” asked the wife
in alarm.
“Why, the doctor told me this morn
ing to drink hot water an hour before
dinner for my indigestion. Here I
have got a quart down, am nearly
bursting, and I haven’t been drinking
fifteen minutes yet.”
NOW HOW OLD WAS SHE?
A girl whose age seemed a bit un
certain, at least to a Boston conduc
tor, handed out a half-fare ticket.
“Would you mind telling me your
age?” asked the conductor politely.
Out came a dainty purse, and, hand
ing the conductor the difference be
tween a half and a full fare, the maid
said:
“If the company doesn’t mind I’ll
pay full fare and keep my own statis
tics.”
HOW HE PLAYED.
A German bass drummer was one
day complimented by a musician on
his playing.
“Tell me,” asked the musician, “do
you play by ear or by note?”
“No, mien friendt,” replied the
drummer, "I play by main strength.”
One of the regular hunters of the
season was surprised upon arriving at
the village hotel'to find one of the old
guides loitering around idle.
“Don’t you guide hunting parties any
more?” asked the visitor.
“Nope,” was the slow rejoinder;
“got tired of bein’ mistook fer a deer.”
“Is that so? Well, how do you earn
your living now?”
“Guide fishin’ parties. So fer no
body ain’t mistook me for a fish.”
C. W. McDADE,
Who is in Charge of the Big 14-
Passenger Sight-Seeing Auto.
ONE FOR THE GIRL.
“Girls make me tired,” said the
fresh young man. “They are always
going to palmists to have their hands
read.”
“Indeed!” said she sweetly; “is that
any worse than men going into saloons
to get their noses red?”
SHE COULDN’T.
“I’m so proud of you, year, that
when everybody yelled at that house
in the library this evening you sat ab
solutely still,” said the husband with
admiring eyes. “Didn’t you see it?”
“No, dear,” replied the wife. “It
isn’t that I didn’t see it. I couldn’t
see it. I had my old stockings on.”
I know a little country lass
Who blushes very red
When passing through the garden
where
Sweet William lies in ted.
Her brother is about the same,
A very modest lad.
He won’t go near a pond for fear
He’d see the lily pad.
WOULD DO JUST AS WELL.
A well-known clergyman, who ■ is
very stout, was having unusual difficul
ty one morning in lacing his shoes.
“My dear, you ought to have a val
et,” remarked his wife sympathetical
ly.
“A valet?” echoed the clergyman.
“Well, my dear, if I had a valley where
I now have a mountain it would an
swer.”
G. W. LINDSAY,
Past President Lodge 302, B. of
R. T.—Also Yard Conductor
Southern Railway, Inman
Yards, Atlanta, Ga.