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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, AUGUST 27, 1914.
The Dalton Citizen
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Entered at tke Dalton, Ga., pettoSce for transmission
through the mails as second-class matter.
DALTON, GA., THUBSDAY, AUGUST 27, 1914.
We:—Two liars instead of one.—Dictionary de
Luxe.
REDUCING THE TAX RATE.
The more we know of politicians the better we
like anarchists.
“Little Joe” set a commendable example in his
recent back-to-the-farm move.
Every candidate that Tom Watson blowed his foul
breath on was defeated or nearly so.
The apologists for the county unit plan are hav
ing a hard time defending the old fake.
Guyt McLendon was ‘ ‘ shoved ’ ’ into the race all
right, but whoever thought he was “shoved” almost
‘ ‘ over’ ’ ?
Dorothy Russell, Lillian's fair daughter, has just
eloped and married again. Living right up to the
family traits it would seem.
After the convention fight in Macon we do not
believe there is a fair-minded man in Georgia who
will favor the county unit plan.
WE ARE LIKELY TO PROSPER.
With Augusta actually exporting cotton, it
does not appear that we will have to manufacture
this entire cotton crop at home. Generally speak
ing, our worst troubles are those which never
materialize. There is nothing in this war to make
pessimists of American farmers.—Washington Re
porter.
Deplorable as is the war it is not likely to very
materially harm the American people, and especially
the Southern farmer. The price of cotton will in all
probability be about what it would have been without
the war. There is going to be harvested a much
larger crop than was last year, therefore the supply
will be somewhat in excess of the demand, unless the
war actually increases the demand, which is very
likely.
The soldiers in the fields must have clothes to
wear and tents under which to sleep, and all of these
come from cotton. We are not of the class of pessi
mists that think, or affect to think, that there will
be no way of getting the cotton goods to European
countries during the war. There will be found a way,
and in our opinion it will be in American ships, pri
vately owned, or ships owned by the government and
flying the American flag. It is now America’s chance
to secure a merchant marine, which for years to
come will be supreme in carrying the commerce of
the nations on the seas.
If this country can only keep from becoming in
volved ' in any way in the unhappy and unholy war
now going on, there is little reason to believe that
we as a nation shall not prosper wonderfully as a
result of the European blood-letting.
It was indeed the “Downfall of Dorsey.” We
predicted it at the beginning. “Little Joe” never
carried a single county in which Dorsey spoke.
The special edition of the Athens Herald was as •
good as any of ’em. The Herald is an aggressive.
paper, and from the beginning has been a success.
A campaign circular in Colquitt county charged
Hoke Smith with being responsible for the European
war. Hoke’s enemies certainly do make him out to
be about the biggest man in the world.
THE STATE CONVENTION.
The state convention to be held at Macon next
week is going to be very exciting, the primary cause
of which is the operation of the county unit plan for
the nomination of candidates for all offices. Of this
plan the Citizen has frequently spoken, and it is
glad to see that the people of the state are waking
up to the fact that the county unit plan is only the
plan of the politicians, and is now almost in the act
of enmeshing some of its one-time advocates in its
relentless coils. We are eternally and always have
been, opposed to the plan, because we believe in the
principle that every qualified voter’s vote should count.
With the operation of the county unit plan this is
exactly what doesn’t happen.
—John M. Slaton will go to the convention with
more unit votes than any one of his opponents, but
not more than all. Hence there will be a convention
fight, the direct result of the spurious system of con
solidating the vote (or will, if you please) of the
people. So it is plainly to be seen that a short term
senator is liable to be nominated who is by no means
the choice of the majority of the people—perhaps not
even so much as the choice of the minority, because
the dark horse proposition is always to be considered
when convention delegates go wild, as they frequently
do.
By all the rules of square dealing Jack Slaton
should receive the nomination, because he has the
most votes, both unit and popular. In nearly all the
counties of the state he is either first or second
choice, yet he can be euchred out of it by the com
bined votes of his opponents. However, we shall
hope for the best, believing that the delegates are all
high-minded men who believe in right first and par-
tizanship afterward.
cotton. Not all buyers and consumers of cotton are
of this class, but many are. They are qf the same
As we have many times stated in these columns, I type as the food speculators who would corner all
the longer the tax law stays on the tax books the f 00( j supplies in a land of plenty, where if the war is'
better the people will like it. In the first place it no t soon ended a glut will occur. Certainly it will
will reduce the tux rate; in fact, is already doing it. jf the government declares that no foodstuffs shall be
As will be noted in our news columns the rate of I sen t where there is war.
taxes has been reduced one-half mill, and this as a
result of the operation of the new law for only one I Blease has been defeated for the United States
year. We firmly believe that in five years the state se nate in South Carolina- This is as it should be.
tax rate will be as low as two mills, or $2.00 per thou- Blease should never have been elected to high office
sand, as against four and one-half mills, or $4.50 per in the g rst p i ace . He has done much harm in South
thousand as now declared. Up to this year the rate Carolina, but she can recover and regain her place of
has reached the constitutional limit of five mills, respectability among her sister states,
thanks to the old archaic tax law. In Kansas a few
years ago (some good things have actually happened
in that state) a similar tax law to the one now in I ^ +
operation in Georgia, was passed. The tax rate in that ♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS,
state had reached the constitutional fimit of SIX I ^ ^
MILLS, and the people were groaning under the bur- |
den of excessive taxation. They sought a remedy in a
tax equalization law and to-day the tax rate in the I The Meuse, too, seems to be a River of Doubt
Sunflower state is TWO MILLS per thousand. What j ust now - Moultrie Observer.
Kansas has done Georgia must do in order to keep We don ?t know how 5t is Pronounced, but it looks
up appearances, pay promptly her school teachers and to 118 like Jt mi g ht as wel1 be called Moose as an ^
pensioners and meet the various other obligations of I e * 8e '
a great and growing state.
Georgians will never submit to a backward step I “Little Joe” will go back to the farm, until
in their tax laws, but like Kansans will keep moving the voiee o£ the P eo P le 80Und again.—Rome Trib-
ahead, all the while reducing the tax rate until a I Une era
. . . , , | The voice of the people didn’t sound this time,
minimum is reached. I
. , ,, I It was the voice of partisans and the enemies of
As evidence of how the people feel about this r
. . , . Hoke Smith,
matter it is well to note that in the primaries last
week only a very few people were nominated who
opposed the new tax law. We know of only one, i Down in some Mexican town they have been
... , „ ,, winning fame by putting the American consul in
while we know of several who were defeated. And ... . . , .-»«-•
I jail. Are we going to have to go to Mexico
in the case of the one who was nominated local affairs again ? Savannah Press
only were considered. j t to i 00 fc like it if the people are to be
Our opinion is that Georgia will never again go | treated tQ any real Uve war new8 .
back to a system of taxation that favors the tax
dodgers. | Who will be the one to be placed in the gallery
beside Alexander, Napoleon, Caesar, Nelson and
the rest of them after the present European war
is over!—Macon News.
Well, four of the Kaiser’s sons can be used, and if
they won’t do, the Kaiser himself will have to fill all
the shoes himself.
Charles W. Fairbanks has come out in favor of
woman’s suffrage, but so far it hasn’t put him on
the front page any more than being vice-president did.
The naughty paragrapher of the Macon News is
responsible for this: “Those two story skirts that
show more than the top of the shoes are very attract
ive in the eyes of some people.”
Gilmer County gave Hoke Smith only thirteen
votes. While he could have gotten along without
them we can’t help but feel somewhat perturbed at
the county that was once our home.
Ignorance is bad, and so also is conceit. But
when you get the two ^united, as you generally do,
you get the sum total of badness. No man is
such a nuisance as the conceited ignoramus.—
Conyers Times.
There is a sermon in the above. The trouble,
however, about a “conceited ignoramus” is that
everybody knows what’s the matter with him except
he himself.
The Savannah Press says “all fair-minded men
despise the political liar.” This being true the con
clusion is natural that there are very few fair-minded
men, or else political liars care nothing for their
opinions.
Pope Pius X, head of the Roman Catholic church,
is dead. His death was attributed to the European
war. He was a good man, and his sympathies were
broad and patriotic. He was born poor, lived poor,
and died poor.
A Chattanooga minister thinks child labor laws
should be invoked to prevent a certain boy preacher
doing his “freakish” stunts. Possibly true, but what
kind of a law is there to invoke against grown-ups
who act no better?
Jim Nevin and other political dopesters are
poking fun at “Uncle Seab” Wright because his
home county sent three local option men to the
state legislature. Uncle Seab was lecturing in
Kansas during the campaign, and was not here
to figure in the fighting. A blast upon his bugle
horn might have been , worth many votes.—Rome
Tribune-Herald.
The trouble with “Uncle Seab” is that he wants
to measure everybody with his little yard-stick. Right
and wrong are very frequently points of view; there
fore, the man with intolerant and proscriptive opin-
very often defeats his own pet projects.
And again, local option is right in principle as defined
by the fathers of this government.
A boy who one day was out playing,
A big hornets’ nest chanced to see.
If tornets in there were still staying
He wished to find out. Hully Gee!
When a rock he threw in their direction
How the hornets all toward him did fly.
Now his face will not stand close
inspection.
You never can tell ’till you try.'
Oh,- you never can tell,
You never can tell,
When he tries to sit down how he’ll cry!
For he’s certainly sore
On the—face and all o’er—
You never can tell ’till you try.
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The Daily Worries.
A fig for the flurries
That come through the day,
They’re only wee worries
Which soon pass away.
A breath and a bubble, 4
A wraith of thin air;
Forget they are trouble
And soon they’re not there.
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Mother Goose Up-to-Date.
Sing a song of Sunday;
Dalton dry and drear.
Nothing for the thirsty
. But whiskey, wine and beer.
Wlienf the case is opened
Booze begins to fly.
Isn’t that a pretty state
In a town that’s dry!
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To .
A million years ago we lived
In lands beyond the azure sky,
And hand in hand through fairyland
We wandered, you and I.
And even how, some mem 'ry sweet
You seem to feel, for in your gaze.
When eye meets eye there flashes by
A love light from the olden days.
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Care-Free.
Let de price ob bread an’ meat
Keep right on a sailin’,
’Boun’ to hab enough to eat—
’Possum crop ain’t failin’.
’Possum fat an’ yam,
Better far dan ham;
Taters, sweet, an ’ possum meat
Boun’ to feast, I am.
Let ’em buy de whole thing up,
For de armies fightin’.
Me an’ my ol’ yaller pup,
’Possums will be sightin’.
’Possum fat an’ yam,
Bestest thing ’at am;
Lots to eat ob’ possum meat,
Boun’ to take it ca’m.
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Be Not Dismayed.
Be not dismayed. Tho ’ clouds arise
And blot the blue from heaven’s skies.
Behind the cloud the sky is there;
Some day again ’twill all be fair.
Be not dismayed.
Be not dismayed. Tho’ hope lie low,
And troublous tides of sorrow flow.
Yet in good time ’twill pass away.
Full soon will come the perfect day.
Be not dismayed.
The Atlanta Constitution rejoices over the passing
of the French model. It is all right for the French
model to pass, if the new one, of whatever nation
ality, is not any worse. The eternal feminine, how
ever, doesn’t seem to be satisfied with anything in
the dress line, unless it is absurd.
There will be ships in time to carry all the cotton
anywhere it wants to go, and there will be more de
mand for cotton than there has ever been, for the
goods that have been sold in competition with cotton
goods will 'be scarce. There need be no cotton sold
for eight and a half and nine cents, is the way the
Moultrie Observer puts it.
Life and
Laughter
BY JAMES WELLS
“The Printer-Poet”
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When Captain John Triplett passed away there
passed one of nature’s noble men. Unassuming, with
a kind heart and generous spirit, he went his way
in this world. For thirty-five years he was editor
of the Thomasville Times-Enterprise, and while in
such position he was a power for good. He died in
the Soldiers’ Home in Atlanta. Ifi another place on
this page will be found a very interesting article about
this good man by another good man who knew him
well.
COTTON, FOODSTUFFS AND WAR.
The Senate, late yesterday, passed the so-called I
cotton warehouse license bill, proposed by Senator
Hoke Smith originally to add value to cotton ware
house certificates by means of governmental in
spection and certification of the grades of cotton
stored in licensed warehouses. On the floor of
the Senate the bill was amended to extend its
provisions to tobacco, naval stores, canned sal
mon, grain and flax seed. Amendments for exten
sion to apples, peaches and oil were voted down.
A limitation was placed on the bill so as to ex
empt from the operation of the grain provision
those states having a state grain inspection sys
tem.—Albany Herald.
The cotton warehouse license bill may do just what
its promoters think it will, and for one we certainly
hope so. But every commodity that is liable to be
depressed in price and usage as a result of the Euro
pean war, should have equal rights with cotton, so far
as the federal government is concerned.
In all probability the situation will clear up in
a' short time, and a fair price be realized for cotton.
There is bound to be a demand for immense quan
tities of cotton goods across the seas, war or no war,
and there will be found a way to get these goods to
where they are needed.
There is a great deal of damage being done by
those who for selfish reasons want the price of cotton
to be low until they have stocked well their ware
houses. They talk calamity and grab for low-priced
“/ Should Worry”
You Never Will Know Till You Try.
You may think there are things you are
knowing;
Along certain lines you stand pat,
But by these few lines I am showing,
You can’t always tell “where you’re at.”
You may think of a thing you’re dead
certain;
That certain set rules will apply.
But fortune with you is just flirtin’—
You never can tell ’till you try.
Oh, you never can tell,
You never dan tell,
Of certain set rules be most shy;
You never can tell,
You never can tell, *
You never can tell, ’till you try.
A fellow once fooled with a “bully,”
The fellow, he said, was all blow.
He most surely could beat him fully—
CouH whip three like him in a row.
But after the mix-up was ended,
Our hero was minus an eye,
His face was bruised, battered and bended—
You never can tell ’till you try.
Oh, you never can tell,
You never can tell;
Our hero for mercy did cry;
On a hospital bed
A year’s life he led—
You never can tell ’till you try.
A man had a mule who looked sleepy,
His eyes were half-closed all the day.
He looked so forlorn and so ‘ ‘ weepy ’ ’
He scarcely would deign to eat hay.
But a slap on the heel with a clublet
And outward the mule’s heels did fly,
And on that poor yap played a doublet—
You never can tell ’till you try.
Oh, you never can tell,
You never can tell;
His widow and orphans now cry.
From that heavenly shore
He will come back no more—
You never can tell ’till you try.
The Real Cause of the European War.
To the Editor of The DaltoD Citizen:
When I had reached what had hitherto seemed
to me to be an impossible height, the freshmap class
in school, I proudly took up the reading of Julius
Caesar and the very first paragraph taught me that,
“Omnia Gallia.divisa est in tres partes,” one of which
is inhabited by the Belgians, and to this good hour
the Belgians are on the same spot which is now the
cock-pit of Europe.
It is not only possible but very probable that a
few months, perhaps weeks, will see the end of the
most remarkable dynasty of Europe. For one thousand
years the house of Habsburg, popularly known as
Hapsburg, has ruled half of the world and snubbed the
other half. With the exception of Charles the Fifth
this family has produced no very great statesmen,
and it has been four centuries since his heyday. Habs
burg. has clung to its territorial possessions for ten
centuries, though it has had such great rivals as the
royal houses of Burgundy, Luxemburg and Bourbon,
and after vanquishing them met face to face with the
Bonapartes. All these have gone (sic Gloria mundi
transit), but the aged Francis Joseph still dallies
with the sceptre. Empires and republics have waxed
and waned, powers and principalities have arisen and
fallen, states reduced to principalities and principali
ties reached the dizzy heights of world powers. When
the ancestors, many decades removed, of Frances Jos
eph held the world in the hollow of their hands Fred
erick of Styria wrote as his motto, “A. E. I. O. U.
Austriae est imperare orbi universo,” meaning that
Austria was the orbit around which the rest of the
world revolved, so great was his belief and vanity.
He forgot that a Habsburg ruled practically all Europe
except France and Russia, and Charles was king of
Spain and head of the Holy Roman Empire as well.
It is publicly known that a trace of insanity, running
back for centuries, due to intermarriage, perhaps,
will more than likely cause the downfall of Habs
burg—a thing which was popularly supposed to hold
it together. It will be “hoisted by its own petard.”
The end of kings, queens and crowns seems to be
rearing.
The real cause, or rather the real object, of this
war is fifty years old. To be brief, the participants
want and have wanted to own the Dardafielles and
Bosphorous, and set up soverignty of their own in
Constantinople. They have been ashamed to go and
take it, for either of them could easily do so, but it
looked too much like taking candy from a baby, and
then, too, the “other fellow” wanted a stick of thin
candy also, and therefore, entered into an agreement
years ago to keep hands off, but they have each slept
with “an eye open” for fear the other might allow
his covetousness to get the better of his diplomatic
obligation, and in a moment of ill-guardedness swoop
down on the Dardnelles and set up an establishment
at “The Sublime Port”—Constantinople, the capital
of “The unspeakable Turk.” It has been the dream
for a half century of every European soldier that he
might victoriously pitch his tent in Moroc •
and control the Dardanelles would C °' T °
v *ry valuable
give eith
those countries a near and verv vaw,. er 0Ile of
to their other possessions.
Wat er*a v
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J. D,
Captain John Triplet.
'• McCartae y’ Trihune-Heraid
There was a little item on the back -
Atlanta papers Thursdav evening ero rf® 8 of tf >e
the rush of political news, that carried *
to many Georgians than the average dean f gricf
told of the passing of Capt. John Triplet*' ^ II
ville, who died at the Soldiers’ Home in\u
death causes a sense of personal loss to ^ His
fraternity throughout the state, and
me, because he was my first preceptor, almost 10
paper work and I feel that I owe a great l
wise counsel and kindly advice and the M
dom. of years that was mine without thr^T'^ ^
deed I feel that the world with Capt TrV ^
is not so good a place, that much of ^
goae
parted with his kindly smile. Hewil^bTh ^ ^
Thomasville, and when the earth closes over V *
I know that little children will - " s ^ ai *
will mourn and good women will
one of God’s own gentlemen.
w eep, strong
sorrow, f or h e
1 wish that everybody in Rome might have
him. I wish that I could give the readers of the Trih
une-Herald a pen picture of him, and tell t h» ■
words that they would remember of his manv U
did qualities. He was an editor of the old sch T
who had been in newspaper work from the dose^
the war until 1902 when he sold the Thoma i U
Times-Enterprise to Wilson Hardy and myself n
paper was a mirror of his own kindlv self and 1
never at any time inserted in its columns anythin'
to cause shame or sorrow to any person. It hasn't
journalism as we have to make it to day—but it
the reflection of a beautiful spirit, and I wisher
could get back to it in every newspaper. There ,r JS
nothing sensational or spicy about the Times-En'er
prise during his regime. When President-elect il e
Kmley and his political adviser, Marcus A Hanna
went to Thomasville to confer about the make-np 0 -'
the McKinley cabinet, they came with a corps nf
correspondents in their wake, but the Times-Enter
prise had only a “personal,” to the effect that "Col
William McKinley and ‘Uncle’ Mark Hanna, of Ohio”
are in our city.” If a boy went wrong, or a daughter
brought sorrow to a home, or a foolish young couple
eloped, or two business men blackened one another's
eyes in a street-brawl, it was not even necessary
to ask Capt. Triplett to “keep it out of the paper."
He didn’t want to put it in.
T:et he had his high ideals of newspaper ethics.
One was that no editor should seek office. The people
of Thomasville or Thomas county, would have given
him any office within their power, but he steadfastly
refused everything except those delegate’s places,
wherein the delegate paid his own expenses. He was
an unswerving Democrat of the Tennessee type. He
had a war record of which he never boasted, but
occasionally one of his old comrades would enlighten
us about it. He was a bachelor, with perhaps some
hidden romance of youth, and was the soul of ehival
rous courtesy to all womankind. He loved his wort.
His newspaper was wife and child to him. He slept
in a room over the printing office, and the night he
signed the bill of sale transferring his paper he pat
his head on his desk and wept. He had a soul above
the dollar, and his reason for quitting the editorial
tripod after thirty-eight years was the death of his
business manager, and his aversion to the countless
details of that branch of the work.
He was the most thoughtful man I ever knew. He
was acquainted with everybody, and never failed to
make kindly and interested inquiry about “the
folks,” sick or well, present o* absent. Thomasville’s
chapter, Children of the Confederacy is named for
him. He always had some little gift for every child
he met. It is a popular superstition that every news
paper editor has an unlimited supply of circus tickets.
Whenever the circus came to ThomasviUe the kids
flocked en masse to the Captain for their tickets. 1
have known him to give away his entire allottment.
and buy fifty others, just to keep from disappointing
some urchin. It was his annual vacation to go with
the Georgia Press Association on its outings. On
one of these the boys were engaged in a little game
of poker—for small stakes, of course, being country
editors—and the Captain was observed to stick his
hand in the deck. An astounded bystander said,
“ Why, Captain, you had four nines.” He replied: "I
know, my boy, but that was too good a hand to play-
The others wouldn’t have had a chance. - ' It wras
always his rule to give the other fellow a chance.
Of course, money slipped through his lingers. He
took no thought for the morrow and never engage
in active work after selling his paper. When his caj
ital was exhausted he very quietly gave away his
personal effects and arranged to go to the Soldiers
Home. The Thomasville people—bless their good
hearts—were shocked at the idea and told him to go
along just as he had always done, that they would
see to it that he did not lack for comfort or for
money as long as he lived. But he refused that offer
and said he would go “where the old boys were, 30
entered a year or two ago the institution of which be
had long been a trustee. After he got there he re
fused to accept any delicacies or comforts that the
other “old boys” did not have. He refused to allow
his friends to secure him an official position at the
Home or elsewhere, lest it be too much like the char
ity he was always ready to extend to others and never
willing to receive himself. He helped with the work,
did all in his power to cheer the lives of his com
rades, and finally answered the last roll-call.
The paper said he was 78 years of age. He woul
never tell how old he was, but if measured by UB
selfish deeds his span of life was about a thou= au '
years. I could say much more of him, but time an^
space forbids. Whenever he wrote of the death o*
a friend he used one phrase, always in kindly charity,
that may be said of him with truth, and those wor 3
were: “He was a golden-hearted gentleman. Hay 8
turf rest lightly over his grave. Peace to his ashes.
Gossip.
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♦ Gossip! is always a personal confession either ^
♦ malice or imbecility, and the ydhng should not
♦only shun it, but by the most thorough culture
♦ relieve themselves from all temptation to indulge
♦ in it. It is a low, frivolous and too often a duty
♦ business. There are country neighborhoods * u
♦ which it rages like a pest. Churches are split i‘- ^
♦ pieces by it. Neighbors are made enemies by i
♦ for life. In many persons it degenerates into a
♦ chronic disease, which is practically incurable- ^
♦ Let the young cure it while they may.
♦ —DR. J. G. HOLLAND.
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