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33 September, 1922 THE ATLANTIAN It may be that .you dubbed your shot And sliced the ball clear off the lot, Don’t start explaining, man alive, Go on and drive. Look forward to the rolling green Not backward at the traps you’ve seen, For better shots just always strive, Go on and drive. What difference if you’ve fluked your shot ? Just give ’em all the stuff you’ve got, Keep going, then you’ll soon arrive, Go on and drive. Just grip your club and make a try And please forget the alibi, Speak truthfully and don’t connive, Go on and drive. Then if you’re beaten in the fray Remember you’ve another day. Forget it, man, you’re still alive, Go on and drive. The lessons learned in life and play Are just the same, so plug away, You never get there 'less you strive, Go on and drive. Bill Waite, our keen-minded grocer, sold a collar button to a stranger yes terday and insisted that the stranger fetch it right back if it didn’t fit, as one dissatisfied customer could do more damage than a dozen satisfied ones. Apropos the recent “lean’’ years in the Northwest when the farmers and homesteaders had such a hard time to “get by”: Homesteader (to storekeeper)— Gimme a slab of bacon! Storekeeper—Big or little slab? “Biggest slab you’ve got. ‘Ive eaten so dum many cotton-tails and jack rabbits that every time I hear a dog bark I run under the porch.” Mistress—Above all things you must be frank. New Cook—What’s that? “Why to let people know just what you really think.” “Shure, mom, that is how I lose all me jobs.”—New Bedford Evening Standard. “I heard a delicious bit of gossip about Alice at the reception.” “I thought she was there in the room.” “Oh, yes, but we asked her to sing.” —Boston Transcript. “How did it feel to drop four miles and a half in a parachute?” “Madam, if you must know,” re plied the bored aviator, “I had a sink ing feeling.”—Birmingham Age-Her ald. A sweet little damsel named Dayken Was asked if she ever read Bacon. Sair she, very sweet, “You cannot read meat . . . So snap to and cut out the fakin’.” —Dartmouth Jack o’Lantem. CENTRAL OFFICE CANDLER BUILDING Every Banking Facility, Including: COMMERCIAL ACCOUNTS SAYINGS ACCOUNTS SAVING DEPOSIT BOXES Citizens & Southern Bank ATLANTA Moore’s Market Co. 386 MARIETTA STREET Phone, Ivy 8743 Groceries Fresh Meats Fruits, Etc. Railroad Men’s Business Solicited and Appreciated Remember the Name Moore’s Market Co. Player in Bad Form—What’s the matter, Scotty, do I stand too close to my ball ? Scotty—Well, not until after you hit it. She (just back from Europe)—Sor ry I can’t go out with you tonight— my trunks haven’t arrived. He—Say, I got a car outside. Didja think I was going to run you to town ? —Southern California Wampus. Visitor—So you have triplets at your house. Has your father names for them yet? Willie Willis—Yes; tout I don’t think any minister would baptize them with what pa calls them. Parent—Helen, do you ever stop to reflect ? Flapper—Every time there’s a mir- ror to reflect in, Mater. Peggy—Had a wonderful time at the fraternity dance the other night. Polly—So I heard. How was the music ? Peggy—Oh, did they have music? —George Washington University Ghost. Love beyond my maddest dreaming You have sworn you’ll show to me; You will guide me to the gleaming, Reeling heights of ecstacy. Dizzier joy than else could reach me, Fiercer bliss and wilder thrill, All of this some day you’ll teach me, Y-e-e-s you will! —D. P. EGG VIEW NEWS NOTES. By Leslie Van Every. Lem Bushnell, our marshal, likes his job first-rate, but he complains that whenever he is seen running, everybody has a bad habit of looking behind him, instead of ahead of him. * * * Bill Waite’s grocery business has increased so much that he is compelled to make room enough in his cellar for another still. * * * Corny Paine has been laughing ever since Monday night when he sprung a joke about not caring to bet any money with an aviator because the aviator might take him up. * * * During the busy season, Corny Paine is helping out at the cider mill. He helped seven out yesterday. * * * After listening to the sermon Sun day night, Tink Nitz guessed it would be all right for a feller to let one of his hands know what the other one was doing, if the other one was being bit by a mosquito! Father—Are you sure he loves you ? That it isn’t your money? Daughter—He swore he worshiped me since he first saw me. “Where was that?” “At the beach last summer.” “Were you in a bathing suit?” “Why, yes.” “He’s after your money.”—Carnegie Puppet.