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PAGE FOUR THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, AUGUST 27, 1914. The Dalton Citizen PTOU8HBP EYBSY THUBSDAY T. g. SHOP* Set tar T. S. HflOAgY Auielitt Editor OSeial areas of tin XJnitod Statu Circuit and District Osorts, Karthwsstsra diTitian, North#™ District mi Georgia. omoiAii ozGAir wxixtzild county Tami if 8al>tcilptlon: On# Tsar $1.00 Sis sionths 60 Thru month* 36 Advertising Kates Furnished es Applies ties. 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. ♦ ♦ ♦ 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. ♦ ♦ ♦ 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! + ♦ ♦ 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. ♦ ♦ ♦ 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. 44 + 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” ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦>♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Letters From The People. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ 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 ***** T - *«*»« 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. ♦ ♦ ♦ of* ♦ 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. 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