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THE ATLANTIAN
I f Y o u N eed Money —
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ing trying times of their career.
If You Have Money —
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ing the bank’s assistance in some important
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If You Make Moneys-
AND DO NOT SAVE a part of your income,
success will not be yours. The margin between
success and failure in life is very small. Success
is often wrested by the help of a few convenient
dollars upon which one can lay his hands at just
the right time to grasp an opportunity.
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ATLANTA, GA.
TIRED OP LAUGHING.
The Boardinghouse Wit—Mr. Slimdict
never laughs at my wittiest sallies.
The Landlady—No wonder. He has
to laugh at his boss’ jokes all day.—St.
Louis Democrat.
NATURAL.
“Johnny, the Hudson River flows into
New York Bay. That is its mouth. Now,
where is its source f ” asked the teacher.
“At the other end, Ma’am.”
ARTHUR R. MARBUT,
Former Police Commissioner,
Who is Now Associated
With the Ordinary of Pul
ton County.
THE PHILOSOPHER IN SOCIE
TY.
Prom tho Smart Set.
How can they say no man understands
woman, when there are so many confirm
ed bachelors f
All possimists are not married men—
some men don’t know when they are well
off.
It is generally your charity that cov
ers the other fellow’s sins.
When you stretch tho truth others can
see through it. * *
Tho scales of justice are too frequent
ly over her eyes.
The busiest thing in the world is idle
curiosity.
A hobble skirt is an awful habit to get
into.
Many a swanlike neck is supporting a
goose head.
Town criors were abolished when wo
men ’s clubs were organized.
Two’s company; three’s tho eternal
triangle.
HIS TASTE.
“What business is papa in, mammal”
- “He’s a tea sampler; he samples the
different kinds of tea.”
“When I grow up I want to be a
pie sampler.”—St. Louis Democrat.
PLENTY OF IT.
Timid Lover—Johnny; I’ll give you
this quartet if you ’ll steal me a lock of
your sister !s hair.
Johnny—Alright; make it 50 cents
and I’ll steal ye a whole switch.—St.
Louis Democrat.
GETTING THE BEST OUT OF
LIFE.
“Life is an awful struggle,” said a
^worried-looking middle-aged woman .to
her uncle who was visiting her, “but I
feel that the children simply-must be in
good society. All that their father and
I can afford to give them, aside from
a fair education, is the social standing
we have attained after working for so
many years.”
She spoke complacently, regarding as
nothing the sacrifices they had made to
livo in a so-called “good neighborhood”
and to get their children into what she
termed the “best society” of the little
city.
“Well,” said the blunt old uncle,-
“what you call the ‘best society’ in the
town is not the best, after all, because
it is mostly composed of persons who,
W. C. COLE,
Popular Southern Railway
Conductor, and Member of
the Entertainment Commit
tee, Southern Association of
Chairmen, Which Was in
Session in Atlanta Last
Week.
like yourself, if I must say so, are living
under false pretenses for the sake of
show, and who have sacrificed the most
vital things in life to attain this posi
tion. ’ ’
The woman was aghast, but the uncle
continued:
‘ ‘ I tell you plainly, Emma, that people
who live in debt year after year, keeping
the butcher, the baker, the washerwoman
and overy one else waiting for their
mpney, are teaching their children things
which will do them harm all their lives. ’ ’
“But,” interrupted his niece, “what
do you call the ‘best society,’ then, if
you say our children are not in it!”
• “The ‘best society’ in any town,”
answered tho old gentleman, “is made
up of men and women who are honest
before they are anything else, and who
hold truth, honor and justice' above dis
play ,and finery. * You apd your family'
would be infinitely happier arid richer if
you would cease struggling to live* in a
position your means do not warrant. It
is a false notion to- suppose- that duty
to your children requires any such sac
rifices. On the contrary, your duty to
then, forbids our going into debt and
making your creditors wait for their just
bills. Pay your debts promptly and live
within your means, and .you will find
that there is a joy in such-living as debt-
burdened persons never know. ’ ’
CLOTHES-HOOKS IMPRO
VISED.
Ice-water, tea, sandwiches and maga
zines had been sent up to Room 417, but
presently the bell rang again. The boy
who iiad been dispatched to attend to the
woman’s needs returned with the report
that what she wanted that time was six
empty spools.
“Spools!” said the proprietor. “You
are crazy.”
“Maybe so,’* said the boy, “but if I
am 417 is crazy, too. That is what she
said, spools.”
The proprietor’s wife found the spools
among the children’s playthings and the
proprietor took them up.
“I was afraid,” he said, “that the
boy had lriade a mistake. Six empty
spools!”
“Yes, that’s right,” she said. “You
have no dothes-hooks in this room; noth
ing but nails, and rusty nails at that.
I don’t like to hang my clothes on nails,
but by slipping these spools over them
the cloth is protected from rust and the
nails can’t punch holes.”
WORKS, NOT FAITH, NEEDED
The professor in charge of a Princeton
class-room was annoyed by the tardy en
trance of a student. He pointedly ceas
ed talking until the man took his seat.
After the lecture the student apologiz
ed. “Professor,” said he, “my watch
was fifteen minutes out of the way. It’s
bothered me a great deal lately, but after
this I shall put no more faith in it.”
“It’s not faith you want in it,” re
plied the professor, “ it’s works. ’ ’
ALWAYS THE SAME.
“What is a fairy tale, pa!”
“One that ends: ‘And so they married
and lived happily ever afterward,’ my
son.”—St. Louis Democrat.
, - j. L. Burnette, J
On the Job Again Between
Whitehall and Pryor Sts.,
on Mitchell St.—“Better Be
Safe Than Sorry.”