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The Dalton Citizen
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T. 8. McCAMY .
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DALTON, GA.,
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1914.
Only a few log rolling politicians are kicking
against war taxes.
A linking is none the less severe because admin
istered by a hod carrier.
There is entirely too much sob stuff getting mixed
up in the buy-a-bale movement.
Things are not half bad in this country. All the
farmer has to do to get ten cents for his cotton is
to hold it.
We agree with the Macon News that the place
to try the Prank case is in the court house and not
in the newspapers.
Whisky and beer,' without a friend in the open
and no enemy behind closed doors, will pay half the
$100,000,000 war tax.
BUILDING ROADS.
The Citizen is interested in that which is good for
the people of the community. Good roads are good
for the people, and it takes a man who knows his
business to build them. Former County Warden For
ester was the right man in the right place, and when
he resigned those people unselfishly interested in
building good roads in the county were disappointed.
The movement to have Mr. Forester take charge
again of our road working gang is in the right direc
tion. He should be given complete control of the
guards. That is he should hire his own guards, and
then hold them strictly to their task.
The escapes from the camps cannot properly be
charged up to Mr. Forester. The guards, employed
to do a certain job, did not do it right. They per
mitted convicts to escape when, there is little doubt,
they could have prevented it.
If there has entered into this matter any little,
pestiferous politics and spite work it is unfortunate,
and it had best he forgotten, because sooner or later
the people will know the truth, and when they do
they wall not be backward about speaking. They
are intensely interested in road building, but they
care mighty little about little politics. Nothing could
be more detrimental to our road improvement pro
gram than incapable, inefficient, indifferent super
vision of the work.
It is to be hoped that the commissioners will re
spond to the will of the people in this matter, and
again secure the services of Mr. Forester and clothe
him with the proper authority to hire and discharge
guards. If this is done no one need have any fears
as to the results.
Now old Give ’Em Hell Hutchens can get busy
at his job. Being a ‘ ‘ prohigressive ” he has both the
old parties to land on.
President Wilson and George Harvey observed
peace day by burying the hatchet, thus setting the
American people a very fine example.
We hope the movement to buy Supervisor Sperry
a medal for the faithful performance of a sad and
onerous duty will not fall through.
TAKING THE “SHORT DOG" OFF.
When the accommodation train between Chatta
nooga and Kingston was put on a person remarked to
the Citizen that it would be kept on just about long
enough for the people to become accustomed to it,
feeling the need of it, and then it would be taken
off, thus provoking ill-feeling against the road. This
is just -the way it is turning out.
The “short dog,” as it is popularly called, is a
very accommodating train. It has benefitted many
of our people, and has helped the business men. No
town ever suffered because of good railroad accommo
dations. The idea that the more trains the less busi
ness had its inception no doubt in the “bean” of the
business man who would argue that the fewer people
in a community the more goods he could sell. This
theory carried to its logical conclusion simply means
that if there was only one merchant in Dalton and
nobody to buy his goods business would be fine.
There are a few people, of course, who will not
buy at home if they can buy anywhere else, and they
are in every community, and for this reason the
“short dog” "will help those who live away from Dal-
■ton to get here and trade.
In the days of the stage coach the people would
argue fearfully against trains of any kind, on the
ground that the few they didn’t haul off would be
ground to sausage beneath the wheels. The telegraph
and the telephone were hooted at because the rapidity
of transmission of messages was unnecessary, and there
would be an awful toll of death exacted as a result
of the operators coming in contact with the “deadly
wires. ’ ’ Even the birds of the air would be slaughter
ed by countless thousands as they lit on the wires, and
gnats and bugs would devour the human race because
there would be no birds left to catch them.
We are a very funny people at times, and at other
timeB we are absurd. We hope the railroad commis-
sion will politely request that the Chattanooga-King-
aton “short dog” remain with us for awhile yet.
PULMOTORS AS LIFE SAVERS.
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The Georgia Railway and Power company has pur
chased a number of pulmotors and has distributed them
so as to reach the territory along and near the 600
miles of its lines in Georgia. These are standard
appliances, and have been widely tested, having re
ceived international recognition in the work for which
they are designed. Instances are known of people
saved after physicians had pronounced them dead from
asphyxiation by gases of smoke, from lightning or
dynamo shock, or from drowning;
These pulmotors are for the free use of the general
public and are subject to call at any time not only
by physicians, but by anyone else who may have need
for their services. The company is endeavoring to
train all its operators in their use.
Inasmuch as every second is vital when an emer
gency of this nature arises, it is urgent that the pul-
motor 'be secured and applied as soon as possible.
The importance arises for a general distribution of
information as to their whereabouts, which are as fol
lows, one at each station indicated:
Decatur sub-station, Tallulah Fall power plant,
Bull Sluice power plant, Dunlap power plant near
Gainesville, Newnan sub-station, Lindale sub-station,
Tallulah Fall line truck stationed in Gainesville, Stone
Mountain sub-station, Covington sub-station, line truck
stationed in Covington, Cartersville sub-station, Lin
dale line truck stationed in Cartersville, and Fairburn
sub-station.
We are very sorry indeed that the power company
did not see its way clear to put one of these life-
savers at Dalton. This city, it seems, should by all
means have a pulmotor, and we hope that the power
company will in the near future realize that Dalton,
if she is to be benefited any at all in cases of emer
gency, one of these appliances will have to be located
at the power plant in this city. It is forty-five miles
from Dalton to Lindale, the nearest point of location
of a pulmotor, and should an emergency arise where
one of these appliances would be necessary to save a
life, it would not avail in the case of an accident at
or near this point.
About two weeks of bad, rainy weather over the
cotton belt will do more to move the price of cotton
up than all the buy-a-bale movements ever dreamed
of.
The grouch club in Georgia has not yet charged
Hoke Smith with being responsible for the collapse
of Teddy’s “prohigressive” party. However, there is
yet time.
The frightfulness and awfulness of the war be
comes more pronounced every day. The latest to
strike this neutral nation is a town by the name of
Drzskeniki.
“Cheer up,” says the Chattanooga Times, “all is
not gloom that grouches.” True, but there is a lot
of gloom down at Cartersville mixed up with that
black eye.
The Macon Telegraph ought to support McClure.
If Hoke Smith is the “crook” it has declared him
to be, how in the name of all that is reasonable can
it vote for him?
The Georgia Railway and Power Company has in
stalled pulmbtors at several points. If they will only
pull the people off war talk and set them to business
they will prove their worth.
Maybe McClure thinks it will advertise his chain
of ten-cent stores. However, it might be well for him
to remember what happened to a certain real estate
dealer who thought he needed the advertising.
And now come Gallinger, of New Hampshire, and
Smoot, of Utah, survivors of that notable political era
when certificates of deposit nestled under senatorial
dinner plates, fanning the air with charges of “graft”
in the river and harbor bill. Why, the word was in
vented when they were running the government!
A JUDGE WHOSE ACTIONS COUNT
It is a healthy sign when the people begin to wake
up to the seriousness of the present reign of lawless
ness in Dalton, and that is just what is happening.
Those officials who sympathize with boot-leggers, who
patronize and protect them, are menaces to the city
that should be removed. If it is not done there will
be more shooting scrapes in Dalton and they will
likely be more serious than some recent ones.
The moment any official begins to wink at crime,
or play politics with the criminal element, he en
courages just what is going on in Dalton today. He
is the ally of the criminal. If the whisky peddlers
had been properly dealt with in the past when they
were convicted the city would not now be almost
plagued to death with them.
Judge Cox, of the Albany circuit, is doing the
right thing with blind tiger venders, and you can
take it that he is making them sit up and take notice.
They are also being marched to the chaingang. Last
week two notorious leaders like unto some in Dalton,
were convicted in his court. There was no curtain
lectures, no threats, no suspended sentences and no
small fines. The offenders were given what they de
served. As reported by the Albany Herald, ‘ ‘ each
defendant was sentenced by Judge Cox to twelve
months at hard labor and six months in jail, with the
alternative of paying a $750 fine in lieu of the jail
term and half the hard-labor sentence.”
The best the offenders can do under the sentence
of Judge Cox is six months at hard labor with a fine
of $750.00. If they do not elect to pay the fine they
will have to serve in the chaingang at hard labor
twelve months and serve a jail term of six. For a
second or a third offence this is juBt about what it
will take to wake up the low-lived tiger who feels
that because he controls a few votes he is immune
from the processes of the criminal laws.
When a few in Dalton are treated after this fash
ion blind tigerism will not be nearly so attractive as
at the present time.
T*rR DALTON CITIZEN,' THURSDAY, OCTOBERS.
PARALLELING THE WESTERN
AND ATLANTIC.
It begins to look as if the Louisville and Nashville
railroad was preparing to parallel the state road from
Cartersville to Atlainta, which is nearly half its entire
length. If this is done there is little doubt but what
the state’s property will be greatly deteriorated in
value, both from the standpoint, of rental or sale.
The Citizen has before advocated the proposition
that the road either be sold or extended to the sea.
One of these will eventually have to be done if the
property is to remain one of the state’s very valuable
assets.
Sometimes we feel that the best proposition for
the state would be to sell the road. If the state con
tinues to hold it and extend it to the sea. it will be a
never-ending source of trouble, on account of political
demagogues and charlatans, who will always be run
ning for office on the ground that they must ‘ ‘ save ’ ’
the state road.
With its present connections and feeders the road
is the state’s most valuable asset, but these cannot
always be maintained. Therefore in order to protect
the property, and keep it from going down something
will have to be done. If extended to the sea it will
still remain the football of politicians, which means
the division of our people and a plague to the com
monwealth. If sold the state, and counties through
which it runs, would receive taxes on approximately
$20,000,000, which they have not received in the past.
The amount thus received would go a long way toward
making up the deficit caused by the loss of revenue
as a result of sale, while the principal properly han
dled, should easily make up the balance.
Our good friend James B. Nevin has been pro
moted to the editorship of the Atlanta Georgian. Jim
Nevin'i is a splendid newspaper man, and will ex
perience little difficulty in improving the Georgian,
especially its editorial end.
Rufe Hutchens has bolted his party. Poor little
fellow. He has the habit of running for something
and in order to keep up the performance he no doubt
feels he must change parties. We suppose his “con
victions” and “principles” will also change.
The Macon News thinks the New York World is
saying ugly things about the cotton situation be
cause the Hearst papers are pushing so hard the buy-
a-bale movement. If this be true then the World
should want war with Europe because the Hearst
papers want peace.
With the passing of Josiali Carter the state has
lost one of its very valuable citizens. He was a
trained newspaper man, diplomatic and reasonable.
He was mild mannered and even tempered, and what
he had to say carried weight. At the time of his
death he was secretarv to Senator Hoke Smith.
Judge Fite is a resourceful citizen. When business
gets dull in the fighting line he goes out and hunts
it. His latest exploit was to “scrap” with a city
contractor with whose affairs he was meddling. The
judge ought to have been arrested and fined in the
city court, if he was not, says the Chattanooga Times,
and The Times is right.
Clippings and Comments.
Wonder how the Germans explain their bomb
dropping exploits whereby innocent non-com
batants are killed?—Rome Tribune-Herald.
On the idea, of course, that war is for the purpose
of killing people—no matter whom.
We will ask the esteemed editor of the Dalton
Citizen to correctly pronounce Przemysl for us.
If successful he can go up head.—Rome Tribune-
Herald.
You are not supposed to pronounce it. You have
to whistle it.
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BY JAMES WELLS
“The Printer-Poet”
“I Should Worry"
Dreaming—That's All.
Thought I heard somebody say
Price of food was dropping,
Small amounts they had to pay
When they were out shopping.
Wheat and meat and things to eat;
Market with them teeming.
Housewives all on easy street—
Dreaming, only dreaming.
Dreaming, only dreaming;
Never, never more'
Will the marts be teeming
With cheap foods galore.
Gone beyond redemption,
Gone beyond recall.
I was -only dreaming, kid—
Dreaming, bo—that’s all.
Thought I heard a guy remark:
“There’s a politician,
Never moving in the dark
After an ambition.
All his acts are clear as day;
Never is he scheming.
Always walks the honest way”—
Dreaming, dniy dreaming.
1914.
Dreaming, only dreaming
Wonder what I ate?
*, Made my mind so dense and blind
Such a stupid state?
Ain’t no such an animal!
Politics less scheming!
I was only dreaming, kid—
Dreaming, bo, just dreaming.
Thought I heard a lady say
(Though the thought was daring),
Women at an early day
More clothes' would be wearing.
No more through a cunning slit
Would silk hose be gleaming—
Dresses cover up a bit—
Dreaming, only dreaming.
Dreaming, only dreaming;
Don’t you e’er believe,
Lack of rainbows gleaming
E’er will make you grieve.
Gone are modest costumes,
At the shaw or ball. \
I was only dreaming, kid—
Dreaming, bo, that’s all.
♦ + -♦-
On a Dreary Day.
Don’t be dreary when the day is.
And the troubles seem to pile.
You will find the better -way is
Just to wear a little smile.
Just keep up a little singing,
Though you ’re feeling sad and sore.
Soon you’ll hear the joy bells ringing,
And your troubles will be o’er.
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A High Roller.
The police “pulled” the little boy
Who skated by his gate,
And when the father asked him why
He said, “He’s got a ‘skate.’ ”
♦ ♦ +
That Fig Leaf Costume.
Old lady Eve was Irish, sure;
For %aven’t we all seen,
That all her troubles came about
From wearing of the green.
♦ ♦ ♦
Never Know You’re Beat.
Just keep on a-tryin’,
Though you often fail;
Don’t waste time a sighin’,
Never cry or wail.
Every time you stumble
Get up on your feet.
Don’t take time to grumble—
Never know you’re beat.
Just keep on a-stiekin’,
Though it seems in vain;
If you get a lickin ’
Come right on again.
Ain’t no sense in sighin’
’Cause you meet defeat.
Just keep on a-tryin’—
Never know you’re beat.
Just one way of winning
Anything at all:
Make a fresh beginning
Every time you fall.
Just keep on a-sticking
After each defeat. #
Never mind the lickin’—
Never know you ’re beat.
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♦ Letters From The People. ♦
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Writes About Griffin.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
I spent Sunday in the delightful city of Griffin,
the guest of Colonel and Mrs. W. W. Dudley, who live
in the north edge of the city in one of the largest
and most beautiful old colonial homes of the South.
Colonel Dudley is the owner of the Griffin Daily and
Weekly News and Sun, and is making things hum
down there in Spalding county.
One of the most interesting places we visited was
the Griffin City Hospital. We were shown through by
Miss Thompson, one of the nurses in charge, and I
almost felt like I would be willing to get real sick.
The institution is one of which Griffin is justly proud.
It is quite a pretentious affair, with a separate home
for the officers and a special house set apart and desig
nated for negroes. .Dalton could follow the example
of Griffin in this respect with great profit and honor
to itself.
We were invited to a neighbor’s of Colonel Dud
ley, and here I found another delightful surprise, in
that I met old Dalton friends. They were Mr. and
Mrs. Henslee. Mr. Henslee is from Ringgold, and
Mrs. Henslee was Miss Nell Bender, of Dalton. I well
remember the sumptuous wedding in which they were
principals nearly seventeen years ago up on Hamilton
Street, at the ever hospitable home of no less a per
sonage than “your Uncle” Lewis Bender. They have
an interesting family of pretty girls and bright, hand
some boys.
I went around to visit the pigeon pens of Mr.
Pomar, who is raising all-white meat squabs for mar
ket with much profit. The Winecoff will buy all of
its supply from him. He raises them by directions
furnished free .by the Agricultural Department at
Washington, and any one desiring to do so in Dalton
has only to write for Pigeon Catalog No. 177. Mr.
Pomar gets three dollars per dozen for the squabs,
and he daily furnishes the Dixie Flyer Pullman service.
Mr. Pomar was at one time a linotype operator for
the Showalter Company at Dalton. He has been of
fered $100.00 for three pairs of his parent stock but
refused the offer.
W. B. Royster, formerly secretary of the Chatta
nooga Chamber of Commerce, is the secretary down
at Griffin, and with the aid of Colonel Dudley is put
ting new life in Griffin and spreading her fame all
over the map. Griffin has broad, beautiful streets and
concrete sidewalks. The streets have the attractive
little green parks in the middle of them the same
as Dalton. The old Nelms House burned the day
before I got there, which leaves the big New Griffin
with the field. It however is enough, as Griffin has
only about fifteen thousand population, but it is
growing and the people are wide awake, progressive
and are backing the chamber of commerce, and its
public affairs are on a parity with much larger and
more pretentious places. A fine system of white-way
lights is being installed. I know of but few places in
Georgia that will compare with the capital of Spald
ing. A handsome new passenger station is being built
and will be used by both the Central of Georgia and
Southern. A branch line of the Central goes direct
from Griffin to Chattanooga. One of the handsomest
Elk lodges in the state is at Griffin. The lawns of
the city have few superiors, and it is an object les
son for other towns which have pride along civic lines.
I found the business men of Griffin cheerful about
the business outlook, and while they are •
they expect a fine trade a little later on ^ e ° tt<m
I hope the Whitfield County Fair win v
tended, and that there will be many exhibit! at_
FBANKT - REYNOLDS.
The Toll of Death in War
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
In countless homes throughout Europe a
lamentations and bitter weeping; million — hear ' !
dreds of millions refuse to be comforted becIuTl
loved ones have gone down into the valley ,
shadow of death, from which many will “ the
Husbands, fathers, brothers, sweethearts
goodbye, and to millions, perhaps, it will ^
last goodbye to all that they hold dearest to m
is more priceless to them than all material’thin- 7*
many a battlefield the Grim Reaper will take T
heavy toll. Thousands, perchanee a million or “
will die in awful suffering without any loving Ww’
ease the pangs of torture, whilg manv other miir
will be maimed for life—some with limbs shot aw 18
some with eyesight gone, some doomed to 9lm „
long as life lasts. agon ? »
When our loved ones pass from us after everythin
that science can suggest has v been done to length ?
their stay and ease their pain, we bow before the awn
visitor Death, and with bydened hearts and bowed
heads, even though we have an abiding faith i n th
eternal life beyond the grave, take up lif e ’ s vo \
again. But on the battlefield the dying, tom aid
shattered by the awful power of the weapons that
man’s ingenuity has furnished for killing men must
suffer the tortures and agonies of pain amid the hor
rors of the dead and the dying all around them "
For every death of the body on these battlefields
there are many deaths of the hearts broken by the
fearful strain and the overwhelming sorrows of moth
ers and wives and sisters and sweethearts and other
loved ones who will go down to the grave with bitter
weeping, unable to find comfort in any thought of
tender ministrations or last words of love and hope
of a meeting beyond the grave.
This war so unspeakably unnecessary, so awful in
its magnitude, so incomprehensible in any real reason
for its existence, ought surely to give pause to the
nations of the earth, and men and women ought every
where to unite in prayer that in some way its fearful
march be halted and in some way peace be brought
back to Europe and tens of millions be made to re
joice that their loved ones are to be saved from the
useless sacrifice which has already cost so many lives
and broken so many hearts.
And surely we should pray that this country may
forever be saved from any spirit of war, and that its
people and its officials may forever remember that a
soft answer turneth away wrath and that the world
is to be conquered not by might, but by right. Worth
less is the commerce and the wealth of the world when
weighed in the balance against death and broken
hearts.
Peace hath her victories no less renowned than
war, and the victories of peaee lift mankind to a
higher life; they bring joy instead of sorrow to every
heart and home. Well may this nation and every
other on bended knees pray that peaee may soon come
to Europe, and that we shall forever be known as a
peace-loving and peace-preserving nation.
H. J. WOOD.
Views With Alarm, But Is Inspired by Optimism
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
I clip for future reference that which appeals to
me most. Among papers that I read none are so much
mutilated with the scissors as the Citizen. From the
last issue I cut a half page to get the letters of
Brothers Reynolds, Junius, Sister Smith, and a few
verses from the printer-poet. From the Chattanooga
Times I cut the speech of Senator Mann. I seem to
think that in these there is food for thoughtful minds.
Junius, after noting present conditions, propounds
the momentous question, “Is Christianity a Failure?’’
To this might with much propriety be given an affirma
tive answer. In its primitive purity it was a bless
ing, but a blessing misused is a blessing abused, and
turns to a curse, and the greater the blessing the
greater the curse. “Oh, religion, what crimes have
been committed in thy name! ’ ’
Was he correct who said that present or modern
religion was a compound of “Ignorance and supersti
tion,” based on a “fetish,” and under the control
of hypocrites? Whether or not this be correct, candid
minds will admit that that Christianity which fails
to make men more humane and tender—that which
transforms nations and peoples into brutes, is a failure
from every human viewpoint.
Mr. Reynold’s quotes Count Tolstoy to the effect
that the present war was due among other things
to the “lack of virtue in women.” I am quite sure
there never was a truer proverb than “The hand that
rocks the cradle rules the world”—rules in all things.
There would be little glory in militarism but for the
encouragement given by women. No hero stands so
high in her estimation as the hero of conquest. Loudly
she sings,
“Saul has slain his thousands—
David his tens of thousands!”
No monument is so lofty as that which she builds to
the hero of blood. Glory! Glory! What an impetus
to the gory charge which drenches the land in human
blood!
What an impetus to that carnage which leaves in
its wake death, disaster and ruin complete!
What of the moans of the wounded and living!
What of the tears of the widow and the cries of the
orphan!
These are all drowned by the songs of those who
rock the cradle and rule the world.
Mr. Tolstoy is furthur quoting as predicting this as
the “last war between nations.” That by 192o there
would be but the United States of America and Eu
rope. Mr. Reynolds feels sure he is partially right
in his ‘ ‘ diagnosis, ’ ’ and wholly so in his ‘ ‘ prognosis.
I rather think him wholly right in the “diagnosis,
and only partially so in the “prognosis.”
So far as this being the last war between nations
is altogether probable, for it might turn out that b.'
1925 there might not be enough left to form a re
speetable skirmish line.
It has not yet occurred to the public mind that this
conflict is’ but the mutterings of the thunder in ’he
distance which precedes the storm universal- The
world may not remember that ‘ ‘ Though hand join
in hand the wicked shall not go unpunished. The
world has neither the time nor the inclination to
study the conditions which point to a world eonflict-
“It is inevitable,” says Senator Mann, “and will
last for many years—possibly many centuries.
The poet sings in impressive lays:
“God give us men who think,
Nor stand complacent by,
While thoughtless rabble hordes,
The truth would crucify.”
Alas! If only the world could be induced to stop
long enough to think.
Under the caption, “Broken Reeds,” Mrs. Baxter
Smith writes things worthy of most serious thought,
and I feel an inspiration at the optimism that de
dares in these tumultuous days that the “star or
hope did never shine with such splendor. ’ I seem
to have an abiding faith in the ultimate triumph oi
right. I would be sad indeed to feel that error would
overcome, but do not know how fierce the flames
through which we may be called to pass before the
triumph comes. pHELOM.