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August 21
1821—One widow and 11 maidens were brought to
Virginia to be sold for 120 i>ounds of tobacco
•, each.
1841—Mexico asked for armistice In war with U. S.
1858—Lincoln and Douglas debates started.
1881—McClelland began the fortification of Washing
ton, D. C. In all, 32 forts were erected.
THE THINGS
THAT LAST.
in the town of Tenayuca, half a dozen
mile* of Mexico City,, archaeologists are re
' storing a great Aztec tempi*, one of the fines
now in existence.
Its four walls are panelled with bas-reliel
serpents chiselled in stone. A great, steep
stairway leads up the west side of the tali
pyramid; at the top is an open space where
once the stone altar and sanctuary stood.
Much of the structure is missing. For cen
turies Indians and white men have carriec,
away, stones for building material: The tow
ering mass of earth and rocks that remains
was not, for a long time, even known to bt
an artificial affair; people who lived near it
supposed-it was was a rather symmetrical
hill.
It is interesting to ponuer or* tlie fate tha>
overtakes old buildings.
Five centuries ago this building at Tanayucp
represented the utmost in theological know!
odge 'and architectural skill that could bt
found in the new world. It was one of the
great achievements of a race; it symbolized
tKe highest point reached by the minds ol
America's wisest men in their upward gropingr
for truth and beauty.
Undoubtedly, the men who built it and
served in its ritual looked on it as permanent.
Their nation ruled all of the world they knew
about; no vision of the future that they might
have had could have foretold the complex
extinction of their civilzation. Yet today
their imposing temple, where they groped
for an understanding of the infinite, is a moss
grown ruin, visited only by professors with
notebooks.
This sort of moralizing is old stuff, perhaps
Yet it is exactly the sort of thing that we
who have such unlimited faith in the things w«
roaka with out hands, ought to indulge in i
little more.
Some day, in all probability the Unitcc
States of America will go the way of the cm
pire of Montezuma, and our finest building
will be rubbish heaps for antiquarians from—
China, shall we say? Wars. revolutions,
economic shifts and natural catastrophes wil
destroy all that we have built; and wha
will be leFt? What have we, today, tha
would be thought worth saving by an aliei
race of conquerers?
.Not much, perhaps. Intangible things, a
■best; a glimpse of beauty, here and there, i
.vision of aianity and amid the chaos of life
a gleam of eternal truth found in the tunnoi
of thing*—nothing more. Steel steel ano
atone rust and crumble. If they are the only
tnattmak in which we can build there won'
be much left of our handiwork. Until w<
learn how to produce something besides sky
scrapers and automobiles and steel plate, w<
needn't feel that we’re going to bequeath sue!
a great deal to posterity.
Invest 111 And Arouid Griffin
Just think of all the bother Senator Robin
«on to go through. His acceptance apeecf
might be boiled down simply to the good old
Word “Amen! •»
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SOURCE OF AN OLD STORY
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Doubtless mriny of us have heard the story
of the divided blanket. I heard it when
I was a small boy and it impressed rue pro
foundly. A minister was preaching on the
subject of children honoring their parents and,
by way of illustration, he told of an old grand
father who was being sent away from the
house of his son. This son said to His small
boy, “Billy, we haven't room for your grand
father any more and »o we are sending him
away. I hate for him to leave without some
thing to keep him warm when winter comes;
you go to the house and get a blanket for
him.”
The little fellow hurried into the house and
presently came out with only half of a blanket.
"Why, son, 1 told you to bring a blanket.
Why have you cut It in two?’ And the child,
his eyes filled with tears, replied, I cut the
blanket in two pieces so that 1 may have
the other half to give you when you grow old
and I turn you out as you are doing your
father." e
As the story goes, the child brought the
father to his senses and the grandfather Was
tenderly cared for the remainder of his days.
Doubtless many of our readers who have
heard this story will be interested to know
it* origin. Shakespeare has the same theme
in “King Lear,” and Montaigne and Browning
have made uae of the atory; but the author
of the original was Bernier, a Frenchman,
who lived in the 12th or 13th century, A. D.
In Bernier’s story an old man gave evejry
thing he had to his son, so this son might be
able to marry into a wealthy family. Before
witnesses "he peeled himself of all his wealth,
and became naked as a peeled wand in the
eyes of the world.” The remainder of the
story is similar to the illustration I heard the
minister give, except, in Bernier’s version, it
was a horse blanket that was divided.
In addition to knowing the origin of this
story* the moral Bernier draws from it is in
teresting. He says jt is a mistake for any
one to. strip himself so bare he has nothing
left; and that he who gives and depends upon
the charity of others, prepares a rod for his
own back.
1 once heard of a woman who would buy
» whole bunch of bananas and hide them
from her children, and eat every one of those
bananas herself.
Surely there is a happy medium between
these extremes. Let us be liberal with our
loved ones and friends—but not prodigal.
--Invest In And Around Griffin
THE MOVIE PRODUCER’S
PROBLEM.
» Pity the poor moving picture producer in
these trying days. He is a man who must
make weighty decisions.
The new tSlking movie is at the bottom of
his trouble. Shall we go in for it? It will
mean ditching most of his present star aetbrs
and actresses and finding new ones who have
brains and can really act. It will mean con
stmeting elaborate new studios, It will mean
devising an entire new technique of production.
It , wil ... , knotty problems .. connection ,
mean * in
with the foreign market; , for rrench and ,
German and Argentinian won’t care for pic
tures that talk in English.
The movie producer must guess right on
all these questions, for his existence
in the balance. It looks as if the days of
easy money in the movies were about over.
-“Invest In And Around Griffin”
NOT THE
SHIP’S fAULT.
London newspapers are having a good
deal of fun over the failure of American
i thletes to do the things expected of them
:n the Olympic games.
One of the reasons commonly advanced
by London writers is that the Americans are
rot properly quartered in the liner President
Roosevelt. It is said that the dining room
'8 "stuffy and crampy” and that the living
jccommodations arc not such as to promote
he best health and spirits.
This may all be true. But you might re
nember this: the London press never loser
right of an opportunity to take a poke at
\meric«n ships. If the Olympic debacle
rappens to offer an opening for a >oupd
lbout whack at ships that are trying to com
pete with British vessels, it can be imagined
hat British writers are going to strain a point
ar two, if necessary, to make the most of it.
The American Olympic failure may be hard
o explain. But it doe* seem that some better
reason than the quarters offered by the Presi
dent Roosevelt must be at hand.
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS.
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Is it?” She asked blankly. As
if she didn’t know It! But it was
only the beginning of spring. She
wa s like a prisoner whose days were
numbered.
Time, that for others fleeted by
unheeded, was counted in hours by
Bertie Lour Spring would ring down
the* curtain on the union that had
held a wealth of Joy : once-upon_a
time. She had a little more time.
Spring! New green leaves, new
loves. What a time to tear her
marriage asunder! Words. Words
of a minister, words of a judge. It
was over. But words did not make
a marriage. Words could never un
do what love had done.
Love? Love had passed, But
memories remained.
“Marco,” Bertie Lou said sudden
ly, “please take me home at once.
I’m getting delirious:”
Marco said goal night to Bertie
Lou - with great reluctance. He
thought she was really ill and need
ed attention of a physician But
Bertie Lou would not consent to
have him take her to the doctor
who had attended her during her
nervous breakdown, as he wished to
do.
“Let s just stop at the hospital a
minute," Marco pleaded when they
got back to the city.
“No, no. I’m all right,” Bertie
Lou protested. Marco did not be
lieve her. She looked so tortured,
with a wild, feverish light in hei
eyes, and a heartbreaking way of
pressing her finger-tips to her lips,
as though to keep back a cry of
anguish.
"You shouldn't have come out
today," Marco told her reproach
fully. "Buying that house was too
much too you. Bertie Lou. Of
course it’s your own affair, but that
sort of sentimental indulgence is
worse for you than the kind of
things you say you won't do any
more.
Marco spoke harshly. It annoy
ed him that Bertie Lou wouldn’t
take him into her confidence about
the house. He could guess that it
meant something close to her heart,
And he was jealous of her inter
estsv
In reality he was gratified at the
change in her—the way she was
turning her back on the drinking,
jazzing youth-squandering life they
had been leading, it would give
him a strong factor in favor of his
marriage to her when the time came
to talk to his father -about it.
But he. wished that his reason
for bejng pleased was the same as
her reason for changing. Wished ti
had been for him that she'd, settled
down to live quietly and not for
some secret cause. A cause that
had to do with another man, no
doubt.
He suspected of course, that the
man was her husband. The suspi
cion prodded him .to harshness.
Then too. he dreaded leaving Ber
tie Lou without someone to look
after her during the night.
He remembered with a pang of
remorse, that it trad been he who
lliid made it possible foi her to
follow the lisalth-wiecking read
leading from pleasure haunt . , to plea- .
sure haunt
He thought ot that day on the
train when he'd met her for the
first time. She had been aloof, un
willing to promise a future meeting.
He'd never expected to hear from
her again.
It was easy to guess now, in
lace of his greater knowledge oi
her. that she had been driven
unhappiness to seek his companion
ship. She could, he offered in his
own defense, have found another
willing a courier on her voyage to a
hospital cof. But—and this was
what troubled his
had been times along the way
when her spirit had lagged and her
feet had grown weary—times when
he knew she was fired of the brittle
hollownes of their contact with a
world of incandescent radiance,
mud music and “don’t care." people.
Close , to her laughter had been
honest tears. Her dancing feet had
wanted to stop. And Marco
known it. He admitted to himself
that he had known it. And
it troubled him that he had urged
her on, piqued her when he could,
done everything, in fact, that he
could think of to keep her going.
He had always liked her, from
the start of their friendship. He
hadn’t wanted her to drop out.
"You’re in no condition to be left
alone,* ’he burst forth crossly, seek
ing. in a solicitude for her. to put
down his troublesome self search
ing.
Bertie Lou's nerves were begin-
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ning to cover her body with the
feel of a fine network of searing
wires. She knew what that meant.
The hospital cot again. Somehow
she must hang on, must keep calm.
Marco had been right. The emo
tional crisis she had undergone in
buying the house of Rod’s dreams
had upset her. No, it was Marco
himself, with his unending desire
to marry her.
She knew better. It wasn’t Mar
co. It was her memory. Cameo
clear. Dear God, couldn’t she for
get the past! That hot night in her
room. So brave she’d been—to mar
ry Lila Marsh’s castoff suitor. The
heat might have come from a cru
cible wherein burned her chance
for happiness. When she had only
to think a little further to feel Rod s
kisses upon her hair, her eyes, her
ups. Sweet the hour of youth . . . .
Marco was saying something. She
would not listen. Why try -not to
relive her brief joy when it was im
possible to forget it? Marco would
be talking sense, and there was no
sense in the world.
She could not ignor him tjiough
she must not. If she sank so far
into the past as to forget him en
tirely she might lose consciousness.
She felt as if she could sink into a
stupor from sheer inability to let
go her poignant remembrance. Mar
co would rush her off to the hos
pital.
If she gained her bed—by morn
ing she would be better. It had
never been quite so bad before—this
looking •‘’^backward. Induced by im
agination, of course. She had pic
tured, too unenduringly, herself with
Rod in the little house at Moon
iields.
But it must be dispelled^ this
mood of black regrets for a dead
past. She must not be silly. Per
haps—if she had word of
morrow she would do what she had
; resisted doing so many times—she
would telephone to Cyrus Loree.
,
j she could disguise her voice—oh,
she would not have him speaking
of it to Lila—Lila would carry
to Rod. Cyrus might tell her what
Rod was doing, if she pretended to
be a friend from Wavville.
She knew Rod was not working
for Cyrus. Her mother liad told i
her that muen. But no one who j
would have told her more about him i
seemed to know, Molly, she was
sure could have given her some in
formation had she wished.
Bertie Lou had suffered over j
Molly's attitude; it indicated that j
Rod had made unkind remarks;
about her. That was hard to be- j
lieve though. Rod had never beenj
contemptible. Hadn’t he though? j
Since he’d fallen under Lila’s influ- |
ence. Still, Molly never had liked I
her. It did not need an effort on |
Rod's part to make her more un- j
friendly.
Berjie Lou was buoyed up by the ;
promise to herself to try to get word
of Rod. It was a comfort she had
stoically denied herself, bujt now
that she had made up her mind to
it,''she felt better, in spite of the
bruise she knew it would be to her
pride to risk having Lila or Rod
guess that the call had come from
her.
She turned to Marco, and he
glanced up,from his steering long
enough to see that she had grown
calmer. There had been a silence
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of many minute* since his last re
main to her.
“I'm out of it now,'I 1 she said
quietly. 4
“What the devil was the matter
with you?” he replied peevishly. She
had given him a good scare.
“A touch of homesickness,” she
told him. Marco did not like what
she said because he did not believe
it, but he was too much in love with
her to express his doubt. He knew
he had no right to his jealousy.
Bertie Lou had never
him to think she loved him.
(To Be Continued.)
Miss Annie Ruth Elder left
day for Tignall, Georgia,
she will visit Miss Francis
JUDGE
W. A. Covington
Able and Eloquent Orator
Speaks At City Hall
Thursday Night, 8:00 P. M., Aug. 23
The Public Is Cordially Invited, Seats
t & Reserved for Ladies
Under Auspices
Anti-Smith
Democratic Club
of Spalding County
Ten years ago you nobly resisted the advance of the Kaiser’s
horde. You gave your means, you gave your sons, you gave your
lives if ncedbe. but right now a greater menace is at your door,
far more imminent, far more insidious. The foreignizing and
liquorizing Tammany Hall seeks to enslave not only your bodies
but your very souls.
Come out Thursday night and show the politicians that they
have made a fearful mistake in surrendering our GRAND OLD
DEMOCRATIC PARTY to the Tammany thieves.
In November ten years ago you annihilated the German.
menace. What are you going to do next November?
ADVISORY 4
COMMITTEE
W. C. Jackson, chairman, Lewis VV. Thomas, George Ji. Mur
ray, Paul Flynt, C S Brvan, L \\. Edwards, Gpo T. Pursloy, Rev.
von Hagen, J. W Hunt, Ernest Willis, Jno. II. Rogers, Hal Rcviere,
B. J. Maddox, H. J. Copeland. (Mfgr.) J. D. Kilgore, J. T. Daniel,
W. A. Brooks. J. B. Potect, C. C. Smith, J. R. Jinks, M. W. Boggs,
Rev. J. Alton Davis, W. C. McAbee, Otis Snjjlcr, Eugene Bowles,
Vernon Greer, H. C. HucRaby. Rev. Jno. Norton. John. Bryant.
Vernon Greer, H. C. Huckaby, Rev. Jno. Norton, John Ifryant, Jr.,
J. V’. Mestmoreiand, L. R. Jimmerson, J. R. Chiidi, DanlS.
Pritchett, Arthur J. Cnnel’nd.
LADIES ADVISORY COMMITTEE
Mrs. Wilbur Brown, chairman, Mrs. J. H. Cheatham, Mrs. J.
P. Nichols, Sr., Mrs. J. M. Matthews, Mrs. E. P. Edwards, Mrs. J.
C Dozier, Miss Myrtice Bailey, Miss Rossie Belle Newton, Mrs J
R. Thaxton, Mrs. C. H. Westbrook. Mrs. Ernest Willis, Mrs. II. M.
Griffin, Mrs. A. S. Murray, Mrs. VV. R. Crowder. Mrs. Paul Flynt,
Mrs. A. C. Laync, Mrs. W. C. MeAbec Mrs. Eugene Bowles. Mrs.
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E. U. Snider, Sr., Mrs. J. S. Hollingsworth, Miss Madelyn Matthews,
Mrs. R. J. Deane, Mrs. B. B. Brown, Mrs. W. A. Brooks, Miss Ida
Ruff.
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