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Elga‘fi?%§3?‘ff"‘f" f???” ' 58%;, ,v ‘ ' . ‘ a r J? W: is“; i tm ■ - ■ MELTON Editor and Publisher Advertising Manager ;Y ROGERS .......Society Editor WW, 0 ‘ OFFICIAL ■ PAPER Griffin, Spalding County, United State* Court, Northern DUtrict of Georgia. ;»■ (Issued Dally Except Sundays) . EMBERS OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS rj Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the _.r publication of news dispatches credited to it X not local otherwise news published credited In herein. this paper, All rights and also oi pal pation of special dispatches herein are also iS*""" TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION Dally By Carrier One year. In advance .. $5.0C 8lx months, In advance .. I2.6C Three months, In advance »i.at One month, In advance . .90 Daily By Mail One year, in advance ..... \ $4.0( Blx months. In advance . •XCX Three months, in advance 11.00 Weekly Edition One year, in advance •1.<K In advance ... At Tint# months, In advance ,2i If-Sent within 30-mlle radius of Griffin. Beyond SO-ntSet, One year, $1.90; Six months, 75c; Three ' * months, 40c. ' Published at 120 E. Solomon Street, Griffin, Ga. stared at Postoffice at Oriffin, Ga., as second fi # class matter. AM MiSX EG *2 wmf') I r <«-. August 22 let Arnold went to the aid of Fort Bcuy ter and the British were routed. I—Confederate provisional congress closed Its third n. ppi declared the ordinance of session i void. BIBLE THOUGHT the blind lead the blind, both shall fall lie ditch.—Matthew 15:14. j *• # * lie so blind as those that will not see.— :w Henry. NEW ©NSIBILITY. ■ An ordinary photograph sometimes can telCjnore about what we call the trend of the than a column of type. %Ioh a picture came across this desk the other day. it showed a street scene in a small native town in the Philippines, a day'* journey from Manila. The town—its name doesn’t matter Xu * no the I interior, seldom frequented by white men. Streets were linec with native houses, and brown-skinned men amTwomen, dressed as the Filipinos dressec wh|)i Magellan visited them, were bustling back and forth. Queer, ungainly, two-wheelec carriages crowded the roadway. It all lookec very outlandish and foreign. But—and here is the point—mingled in the stream of traffic were a good many highly up-to-date American automobiles. Native drivers piloted Chevrolets, Fords and Dodges in the maze of buffalo carts. There was even a Fillipino traffic cop, made necessary, doubt less, by this advent of the motor car. Now nothing can touch western civilization «th its highly complicated and serviceable nachinery, and remain unchanged. The au omobile is something like a cake of yeast, lrqj> it into any society and it produces a ferment. The Philippines, having eached the point where the back-couatry iBtiVfts drive cars, will never be the same Ibis does not mean that the Filipino will ,in five-tor more years, be indistinguishable fron the New Yorker. But it does mean that he it j- eterttug in that direction. He is beginning the •ansa process of absorbing an alien culture that has Atruck a good many other people during the last dozen years. He is, in a strange sor 1 of Way. on the verge,of becoming American & may or may not be a good thing, from dewpoint. It is quite possible that the luo would be happier if he continued tc as his fathers lived, and let automobile* radios and moving pictures go by. But, >r better or for worse, he won't, Destiny. pfiarently, has picked out America as a na on that ehalt influence all others for the nexi fy or so. The Filipino can't help him i ■ d the Filipino % is only one among many where, all over the world, Americani I is going on. Customs and habits cen old are giving way to the influence o! Is It and New York. This be for thr may uid it may not; that question, is unim Jt. It is happening, and there is no way ' p it. A new and sobering responsibility een thrust upon us. *-In rest la Aa4 Around Racine. Wia„ man reports one "of hi* lid an egg yrith three yolks. Att- least a •tefiite lie. * * * \ ANTS AND BEES. ' ii>. 1 i m » w Solomon wu wise, but there were some things he did not know. For example, he saye: "Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise; which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her # food in the har vest. *» Solomon was wise in exporting the sluggard to consider the industry and foresight of the ant, but he seems not to have known that every colony of ants has its rulers, overseers, and guides. It is a fact that ants have been called "social" insects, because their communi ties are regulated by definite laws, and each member, of the society bears a separate and well-defined part in the organization and ar rangement of, the colony. From earliest times the ant has attracted the attention of naturalist, philosopher and poet. Aristotle and Pliny thought the labor of an ant was regulated by the phases of the moon. Here are a few of the many interesting things that have been learned from a study of the ant: vegetarian ants are more industri ous than meat-eaters; when an ant becomes a mother she’loses her wings; certain types of ants capture fhe b«bies of other tribes of ants and rear them to be slaves; ants have nurses that are very careful of the little children; ants have milk-cows and dairies; when they are traveling, ants send out scouts who some times build detours, then come back and report; when danger approaches a colony of ants every member is notified and precautions are taken for protection. So much for the ant, but. the bees are the wisest people in the world, size considered. A whole hive of 9,000 bees can be packed into a half-gallon measure, and it takes 5,376 ordinary working bees to weigh a pound; but one of these little fallows seems to have more sense in a minute than some of us have all day. • Bees, in addition to being highly social, display mutual intelligence and sympathy— systematically dividing their laboi—and they are skilled architects as well as public-spirited citizens. X, / When bees move into new houses, (the first thing they do is to clean it out thoroughJy. The ' ,v Rwyart Cell,’ ! *is chrefti1ly'ftJ6ked after and the queen is adored. Old queens are quite jealous of young queens and sometimes iting them to death. Occasionally there is rivalry between young queens, and then the jther bees from a ring and watch the prize fight with great interest, rooting the stronger bee to victory. Usually, in every hive, there are a number of drones, just' waiting to see which one the queen will choose for her hus oand. After the queen has made her selection, the bees masascre all the other drones; they are unwilling longer to feed those who do not work. . Did you ever see an old man bee, home late in the afternopn, with his J *o overloaded with honey that he had lie down on the front porch of the hive? We hope he didn't catch cold and die exposure, for the life of a hard-working is only six to sight weeks, anyhow. But the Editor says, “Stop I Your is full.” But let me say this one word more: if you wish to read something as interesting as human history, as thrilling as a detective story or a romance, see what the encyclopedia •ays of ants or get a book on the bee. Invest In And Around Griffin GREATER FRUIT SHIPMENT. The Bureau of Railway Economics, gt Washington, reveals that rail shipments of resh fruits and vegetables have practically doubled in the last ten years. The. increase ja due largely to improvements in methods of transportation of such perishable commodi ties. Thi» represents a real service to the nation *» a whole. It has meant that more and more people have been able to enjoy such foods J "out of season; the housewife no onger mas to rely on the can opener between September and July. The inhabitant of the northern part of the country no longer fiirds lis wftiter diet a vastly different affair from Sis summer diet. Both his health and his en joyment of life have been enhanced. Invest In And Around Griffin A New York psychologist calls A1 Smith a "syntonic type." Another gentleman trying to work up a debate? ——"Invaol in And Around Griffin” They're printing the smaller currency now, \ newspaper manVclothes will have even less .eason to be bafcgy. I ! no interest in Rod whatsoever. His t° ne was s0 caustic and short, that Bertie Lou had quickly hung up. So Cyrus had come to hate Rod at last! When Bertie Lou's house was completed in late spring she Used it feir sale. A thin, oldish young’ man left a cheap furnished j room in a poor section of the city on the day the ■ advertisement appeared and bought a bunch of bananas from a fruit “stand. Ttte. dealer wasted no money in paper bags. The young man tucked the news-! ' paper wrapped bundle under his I arm and went back to his room I He had been illy nourished for 1 wceks, so he-climbed the four flights ol stairs slowly. prepar-1 | In his room he set about ing his frugal lunch. A banana and a glass of milk. Perhaps he would get a job that day, or the next. It had been a long lane he’d been wandering down. Jobs had marked it like milestones. Jobs that he could not hold because a face with soft brown eyes tender lips Intruded itself between his eyes and the pages of his ledgers. Fig ures and memories did not mix in bookkeeping. One kindly boss had told him to take a course in concentration. The trouble was that he concentrated too deeply, but not upon his work. Once he had been out of - a job for weeks and his money hud gone entirely before he found another, a temiiorary place, special work. He had gone hungry then. And he had not eaten n solid meal since, even when he was employed, It proved to be a sound Idea, because It enable him to eat (the other GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS \ /a ■ f 7rn^ rr * jit # w ** / j w Wf AM. 1 * ZiJrd When he left her at the door of her rooming , house he gazed very earnestly into her eyes. Bertie Lou put out a hand to tell him good night. He took it and did not let it go. “I wish you would let me take care of you,” he said. “This is so dumb, Bertie Lou; your living in a place like this.” “Maybe it is,” Bertie Lou return ed with a wistful smile, “but just now, just this minute, Marco I’m glad I didn't listen to you.” She was thinking of the call she was going to make the next day—the telephone call to Cyrus Loree. There was no hope of a reconciliation with Rod—she wasn’t sure that she could love the man Lila had made of him as she had loved him when he was her ideal—but still she found a faint measure of happiness in being un changed herself; in being the same Bertie Lou that Rod had married. A miracle might happen—she did not expect it to, but it might. Cy could tell her something fine of Rod. It might be a mistake about him and Lila. It might be. And then she would be so indescriabiy, so de liriously happy that she had not said yes to Marco. She laughed at herself as she un dressed for bed, laughed and called herself a little fool. It was a sad sound, her laughter. And partly on account of Marco. She hated to treat him shabbily, keep him hang ing on until she made up her mind. Her mind was made up! Why had she thought such a thing? Bertie Lou lay long awake, asking herself questions. And she found that under all her surface denials and even her joy in being free to dream impossible dreams of a re union with Rod there was a feel ing of satisfaction in her heart over knowing that Marco stood by to take her out of her hall bedroom when ever she wgs ready to leave it. It made her feel like a cheat. To be subconsciously leaning upon his love, while professing her determin ation not to accept it, was decietful, she realized. She broke the next engagement she had with Marco. She told him the phone; that she would not see him again. Marco worked up a little huff over it. A huff that lasted several days, during which time he made no attempt to set? her. Bertie Lou went back to work. She was in a dual state of firm ness and softness. She would be firm about Marco, but she was ex tremely tender over the house she was building. It was to be the temple of a ghostly love. Rod was dead. Her Rod, that is. The oth er? She would forget him. Cyrus had spoken very abruptly to her when she had telephoned and asked about Rod. She had giv en a fictitious name and said she was from Rod's home. And Cyrus had let, her understand that he had Rod—it was Rod, of it twice, put it down and later it again. It was a silly ad, sort A sideshow trick of someone, surmised. He wouldn't pay any tention to it if it weren’t at fields—and he hadn’t gone with Bertie Lou to look over place as a prospective home site. remembered how much lie d little,house out there in ticular. He kept on thinking of until suddenly he was seized with a desire to see the place again. He had never gone back after that visit. Why not go and see this house that was advertised? An hour later lie was on the train with a return trip ticket to Moon fields in his pocket. The day was Sunday, and it seemed that New York was trying to depopulate it self. Rod had to stand. But he was so glad to lie going some place, to Ijgvc a destination other than an office waiting room, that he was in different to discomfort. From the station he walked to the rows of cottages. It was* 1 easy to find the one he sought. Why, it must be the very one he had look ed at with Bertie Lou. Rod stood a moment on the sidewalk a^d sur the house with a feeling oi being in a trance. No, this was brand new, but he would have sworn lt was the same house. His memory have played him a trick. Then he looked down the street, the other houses. No two were alike, but in some there was similarity. He told himself this must have been copied from one he had liked so much. “Not very lucky house, in spite of its he mused, thinking of the He wondered if anyone to show it to him. He SIDE GLANCES-By George Clark I * i hi. VA r 3? f # I / r m T U H S*l a w. / a it, r y -1 CcW*> £) 1028. BY NCA SERVICE. INC. RIG. U. 8. PAT. Off. << Well, goodbye Grandma—be good. >» half of the time. That is to say, he was without work as often as he had it. But he was never down to hte last lienny again. There was one job on which he seemed to be making good, when he was served with papers in di vorce proceedings. Then he slipped back into the habit that had cost him his earlier positions. He fell to dreaming of Bertie Lou. He was always thinking of her. Even now when his lunch was over he started to peruse the male help wanted colums of the newspaper that had been wrapped about the bananas. There was nothing lor him. He'd have to - start the round of em ployment agencies again. His eye wandered from the last help want ed column to the next. It was hou ses for sale. Here was one in Mooniields. Wasn’t that the place he had gone to with Bertie Lou? Sure it was. He read on with awakened interest, The advertisement intrigued him. It didn't sound at all like a regular ad. All about a house that had been built too late for the owner to be happy in it. And only happy people were asked to come and see it. « * * have tqste and a feeling for the right things. At first she had intended furnish ing this little house from the things she had in storage. But they did not fit into her conception of it as an abode of happiness. Had she started out with Rod as he had begged her to she never would have bought for this house the things she had chosen for their apartments. She wanted everything here to be perfect— as she and Rod would have had it had they built it together Governed by this obsession, she finally sold the furniture in storage and bought all new things. .Simple things, that cost but little more than the money she realized on the sale of the more costly furniture, Therc’d been a lew pieces to re turn, as she decleared herself un able to^complete the payments on them. . There was nothing for Rod to rec ogilizc, except the exquisite taste that characterized Bertie Lou. But good taste was not exclusively hers. SHU, he iet himself fancy that Bertie Lou had furnished it for their home. And he had another illusion too, one that was not so easily understood. He imagined that some unseen person was wateh ing him. Several times he turned his head quickly and once he was sure a bit of dress disappeared be hind a door, But why should anyone hide? Perhaps it was not convenient for the mysterious person to make an appearance but was it necessary to follow him all over the place?” Rod was puzzled, until he decided that there were two women alone in the house and they were nervous about his presence ‘ T guess I do fiobk like a tramp,' 'he remarked mentally, excusing them. "It’s & wonder they let me in. They must thought he saw a movement at of the windows. A moment he lifted the wrought iron and annourtt-cd his presence. The door was opened by a with a round, good natured whereon were heaps of freckles a nice grin. "How do you do?’ said "This is the house that was tised. ,1 believe." "Why yes. it is,” the g,rl told pleasantly and held the door wider. "Won’t you come in?” Rod stepped inside. One showed him that the interior, much as he could see of it, just like the other house. “If memory is accurate,’ he said to self. “Pretty nifty, isn’t it?” the girl who had admitted him Rod nodded absentj-mindedly. It was charming. The way Bertie might have furnished it, he thought No matter where you put her made her surroundings attractive. * # * He’d have been surprised if had been granted a glimpse into hall bedroom. Bertie Lou had lack ed any incentive to beautify it. had forgotten, too, iier untidy bed room in the last apartment they’d in 4he did WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 22 . know I’ve as much chance of buy ing this house as I have of buying the public library." Indeed, his secret observer hfcd formed a pretty clear idea of his ability to purchase her property, but it did nolj worry tier in the way he’d expected. » • A, Bertie Lou had seen him irom the window as he stood before the house She had been looping back the ruf fled curtains when she chanced to glance out of the window. For a moment she had not ..moved, had been trapsfiked to the spot. If couldn't. be! This was worse than anything that had gone before. she losing her mind? Then Rod had looked directly her window. She drew back auto matielly. Why? She didn’t ask herself. The movement was tive. A protective one, and thing she wished to protect her desire to have Rod come her house—his house, their It was n’t necessary to put her stinct into words, to tell herself that he would not'enter if he knew that she was there. Not for an instant did she be lieve that he knew it was her house. But she did observe his That was after a closer look, he was in the hall. She had called to Bessie as Rod walked up the front steps and told her to admit him. “But don’t men tion me, or my name,” she ed. “I’ll explain later.” She hardly knew what to do! head was buzzing with ideas. the thought that stayed was “Why has he come?” She toll, herself with a throb of joy. that he had come Hie same reason that brought to Moonfields. Memories! “Lila has broken with him her heart sang. She couldn’t feeling glad. She’d rather have die of a broken heart than at Lila's feet. She did not believe that Rod self had given up Lila. For the terness that .Cyrus had shown speaking of him did not help her a higher opinion of Rod than ha<f before. If only she could clind pretend that Rod had gauged character at last, had been too cent t(j remain under her sway. But no, she could not deceive She had hoped too much in vain. Rod hat} come back because mem- i 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, Scats Reserved for Ladies f Under Auspices Anti-Smith Democratic Club of Spalding County Ten years ago you nobly resisted the advance of the Kaiser’s horde. Yon gave your mrans, you gave your sons, you gave your lives If need be, but right now a greater menace is at your door, far more imminent, far more insidious, The foreignizing and liquorizing Tammany Hall seeks lo enslave not only your bodies but your very souls. (’oitir out Thursday night and show the politicians that they have made a fearful mistake in surrendering our GRAND OLD DEMOCRATIC PARTY lo the Tammany thieves. \ In November teiw^ears ago you annihilated the Germans. What are you going to do next November? ADVISORY COMMIT I EE \V. C. Jackson, chairman, i.ewi., YV. Thomas, George N. Mur ray, Paul I'lynt, (' S Br.van, L YV. Edwards. Geo T. Pursley, Rev. * vou Hagen, J. YV Hunt, Ernest YVillis, Jim. H. Rogers. Hal Hevlerc, II. J. Maddox, 11. J. Copeland, (Mlgr.l J. D; Kilgore, J. T. Daniel, YV. A. Brooks, J. II. I’oteel, C. C. Smith, J. It. Jinks, M. YV. Hoggs, Rev. J. Alton Davis, YV. (’. MrAbre, Otis Snider, ‘ •unfit it! Houl<\s, Vernon Greer, II. C. lluckaby, Rev. John Norton, John Bryant, Nr„ J. V. Mestmor'eland, L. R. Jimmerson, J. R. Childs, Dan S. Pritchett, Arthur J. Copeland, (j. Yv. LADIES ADVISORY COMMITTEE Mrs. YVilbur Brown, chairman, Mrs. J. H. Cheatham, Mrs. J. I*. Nichols, Sr„ „ Mrs. J. . .. M. „ Matthews, . Mrs, E. P. Edwards Mrs J C Dozier. Miss Myrtlee Bailey, Miss Ros.ie Belle N-wton Mra J K. J haxlon, Mrs. (. II. YVrstbrook. Mrs. Ernest YVillis Mrs 11 M Griffin, Mrs. A. S. Murray, Mrs. YV. R. Crowder. Mrs. Paul livnt’ Mrs. A. C. Laynr, Mrs. YV. C. MrAbee, Mrs. Eugene Bowles, Mrs.' E C. Snider, Sr., Mrs. .I S. Hollingsworth. Miss Madelyn Matthews. Mrs. R. J. Deane. Mrs. B. B. Brown, Mrs, YV. A. Brooks. Miss Ida RutT. cries were all he had now to heal a sick soul. Perhaps he was sorry; perhaps he even wished he could recall the days of their marriage. Bertie Lou told herself these things. And then she remembered the manner in which Rod had de . serted her, the cold impersonal note he had left. No, she would not forgive him. m m * (To Be Continued.) CjnciliOTJtLS Vif io Chl-okM-tcpo r Brand fills in B«4 And «*I4 Bimetallic if boxes, sealed with Blue n t* Ribbon. Take Orittbt. no other. Ask Boy for of your ©HI • ©HEB - TERS niAMOJKI* f BRAND FILM,for40years! I SOLD as Best, BY Safest, W JOggn Reliable. BfEflYWtW Buy New JUST PHONE Your Source of Service .MacLEMORE 703 FREE DELIVERY •DAY OR NIGHT RAIN OR SHINE L-0-A-N-S 5% Interest Wc have recently obtained a connection enabling us to make loans on residences. INQUIRIES SOLICITED Spalding Insurance & Realty Company EI Tti.N TINGLE & BRUCK M’DANIEL, Mgrs. Over Grifftn Banking Company Plume 413 Griffin, Georgia