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The editor of the Dalton. Citizen having solved
now
THE CITIZEN CENSURED FOR
DOING ITS DUTY.
So do possum held de money;
People flocked to see’ em run;
Thought er turtle race was funny;
Backed de rabbit three to one.
The Dalton Citizen
the problem of how to pronounce Prz<
hand him Schstchutschyn to unravel.
une-Herald.
We refuse to devote any more time trying to pro
nounce words spelled with only one vowel and a half
However, a man with a bad
It is axiomatic that everybody knows how to run
a newspaper except those who are engaged in the
business, and for this reason, perhaps, is why certain
members of the grand jury are not altogether pleased
with the Citizen because it prints the news just as
it happens. The public buys a newspaper for no
other reason than the fact that it wants the news,
regardless of whether it be good or bad. The news
paper has nothing to de with making the news; it is
engaged in the business of printing it, or should be.
The good predomyiates in Dalton, as elsewhere in
this commonwealth, as refleeted in the columns of
the Citizen. The bad is pronounced in the propor
tion that officials fail in their duly. When a reign
So de rabbit started leapin’
Forty feet at ebbery bound.
But de turkle—he des creepin 1
Dak he des er loafin ’ 'roun.
bushel of consonants,
cold ought to be able to sneeze this latest atrocity.
Sez de rabbit, “I should worry
How dis race is cornin’ out.
I’ll des rest here, ain’t no hurry;
Turkle ain’t nowhar about.”
So he sit him down and rested
In er little shady place.
An’ de turkle got him bested—
Walked right by an ’ won de race.
point a moral. It is the story of a young man rapidly
getting rich, and as rapidly rising from, to quote
from the lines, “a third to a fifth avenue” social
atmosphere. He neglects his pretty young wife, who
acquires a taste for jewels, autos and dress as fast
as he acquires money. He is absorbed in the money
game while she in the social game. With them live
his honest old German mother and father who are
proud of their only boy. They very astutely observe
the trend of things and, though not to their own liH»g
and life-long habits' of decency and - frugality, say
nothing, except to comment pertinently to themselves.
The young man in his haste to reach the top rung
of the ladder, of riches takes on too much business,
and a tight money market leaves him penniless- This
he breaks to his wife at the close of a brilliant re
ception she gives. He tells her that they will have
to sell everything, including her jewels, and move into
a modest flat, for he desires to save his good name,
and being young begin life over again. Here is where
the wife shows her weakness and lack of wifely duty.
She petulantly demurs, pleads and cries to save her
jewels, repeating the old “chestnut,” “I can’t look
my friends in the face again.” Here is where I
felt like choking her to death as he does in the end.
They do move into a modest flat. He begins to climb
again by his energy, but has to keep- down anything
like extravagance. A tempter in the guise of a former
“Fifth Avenue female friend” comes in and most
diplomatically suggests the way to possess jewels,
dresses, etc., etc. The shock of the suggestion is ab
sorbed somewhat by the cleverness of the author.
The wife finally graduated into total immorality, with
the gradations taught us in the quatrain.
“Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
Tet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”
Critics all over
So, you see de moral, brudder,
When you think a thing is gone,
You kin win some way or udder
If you keep on keepin’ on.
in criminal pursuits. Perhaps not only in sympathy,
bnt actually in league, as witness the recent exposures
in New York, where a police lieutenant is now
sentence of death for being an accessory befo
fact for the murder of the gambler Rosenthal.
The Citizen has been censured by certain
bers of the grand jury for printing the news about
the crime wave that is sweeping over the city. Just
so long as the lawlessness goes on the Citizen will
print the news of it, with such comments as _ it sees
proper. It never will take sides with the lawless by
trying to cover up their deeds. Crime cannot stand
the light of publicity. The Citizen will not commend
a police force that boasts seven arrests in one month
when one man was shot down on the streets, one
stabbed, several houses broken in and burglarized,
with numerous petty thefts, to say nothing of the
Knowledge is power, says Emerson.
Christianity is all right, but it is so little used*
in these days—only on Sunday, and not much then.
An’ de man dat thinks he’s done it—
All is over but de shout.
Some times finds he never won it,
And is all in, down an’ out.
♦ ♦ ♦
Wouldn’t This Bore You?
I would not own a brace and bit,
I’m sure ’twould make me sore!
For every time there’s use of it,
It proves a dreadful bore.
♦ ♦ ♦
Another Broken Heart.
With proud and haughty mien,
You coldly turned away,.
Nor gave one backward glance
To bid me hope or stay.
mem-
Abe Martin says if it rained soup the ultimate
consumer would be caught with a fork jm his pocket.
It occurs to us sometimes that there is too much
farming in the newspapers and too little on the
farm.
That Bny-a-Bale movement has really taken
on large proportions, lit has helped some, no
doubt.—Hartwell Sun. «
Possibly so, but we have our doubts. Present prices
do not indicate that anybody has been benefitted by
the Buy-a-bale movement except those very few who
got ten cents for their cotton. The only way to get
ten cents for cotton is to hold it until there is a de
mand for it at this price. This the farmer cannot do
in many instances, and in others he will not.
When we hear a man begin to whine about Hoke
Smith we know he's got the disease. We also know
it is incurable.
When the allies push the Germans back they cap
ture something from helpless Belgium, and then levy
the pirate’s charge.
No hope, no word! Ah me!
Was this to be the end?
And crushed, I bore away—
The sock you would not mend.
♦ ♦ ♦
Life’s Battle Hymn.
Though you are desolate; crushed with the weight of it,
All your plans ruined, your air castles down;
Utter the yreck and the piteous fate of it,
Never give way to misfortune’s grim frown.
Judge A. W. Fite, of Cartersville, the presid
es judge of the Cherokee circuit, was “reversed”
by Contractor Sperry, who has charge of the con
struction of a new federal building there. The
case was not argued but a moment, as the con
tractor immediately put in a knock down'argu
ment, from which there t£as no appeal.—Lawrence-
ville News-Herald.
According to the judge, Mr. Sperry was the one
“reversed.” The judge told us “all about it,” and
prior other people had told us “all about it.” There
is bo much difference in thje two stories that -we have
assumed an attitude of neutrality for the present at
least.
The Georgian, under the editorship of James B.
We recognize his fine hand
Nevin, is getting better,
all through the paper.
THE SHAME OF IT.
the country lend tacit approval
to the drama by naively stating that it applied to cen
turies ago as well as today and will equally apply a
hundred years hence. I do not agree. The husband is
guilty of his part, though unconsciously, as the wife,
in that he should not have had sueh a money greed
and then, too, he should have known hoik his wife was
getting all her pretty things. The tempter tells the
wife in the play that “eowards make the best hus
bands, and not one in a thousand knows the seal
value of a gown.” This may or may not be true.
There was one remark made by the wise old German
mother that struck me most of all, and it is one
that so far has never appealed to the critics. She
said to her husband that she “wished her son and
daughter-in-law would have a child and then maybe
things would be better.” But the author’s story and
the dramatist's occupation, so far as '‘Today” is
concerned, would be gone, if the old lady’s wish had
been realized. I think I wrote the Citizen along this
line about a year ago. The presenting company was
fine. No'criticism could be offered to the cast in any
particular. They were so good that I had a nightmare
over the gruesomeness of the whole.
FRANK T. REYNOLDS.
Figlit, till the fortune that comes to the fighter
Comes once again to enlighten your path;
Fight till the rays of good fortune grow brighter.
Fight—and fight ever 'spite Dame Fortune’s wrath.
When an organization, or an individual, has to
send out of town to get an upstart like Willie Upshaw,
to come in and abuse certain officers or individuals,
such organization or such individual is very hard
pressed. It is the belief of certain semi-religious or
ganizations that people who are not like them are
very bad. They use their “religion” to further the
interests of certain political machines, and further
to abuse those persons who happen not to belong to
their moral plunderbund. They do all of this in the
sacred name of the Christ and the church. We sub
mit that such procedure is not orily disgraceful, but
has the tendency to reflect on such dignified churches
as are honestly and earnestly striving for the uplift
of the people. Nothing good ever comes of loose
abuse of those who are not like certain hypocrites
think they should be.
These remarks were suggested by reading what
that religious panhandler Upshaw had to say in Chat
tanooga last Sunday, when he was imported for the
purpose of abusing certain city officials and to. take
up a collection. We say this advisedly because the
report we read contained the information that both
the abuse and the collection were “administered” in
regular Upshaw style. A certain machine politician
was also endorsed for office.
Isn’t it awful, brethren, that such dirty work is
done in the name of Him who forgave his enemies
and preached justice and mercy during His more than
thirty years ministry on this earth!
Onward and upward and right in the thick of it,
Meeting misfortune with song and a smile;
Never once ceasing, although you be sick of it,
Nor letting base motives your actions defile.
There are some people in the country who qannot
understand why the individual is more important than
the dollar. As a rule these people are very abusive
of the Wilson administration.
Onward and upward, and don't mind a stumble;
People must crawl ere they learn to run fast.
Eye on the sky, but know how to be humble,
Thus shalt thou win in life’s battle at last.
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Life and
Laughter
Amherst College has established “a chair of com
mon sense.” Possibly if this had been done years
ago in all the colleges there would not now be so
many fools loose in the country.
BY JAMES WELLS
"The Printer-Poet”
“These are certainly hard times for train rob
bers,” says the Macon News. Evidently the train
robbers referred to have met with a bunch of officials
quite unlike Dalton’s police force.
'‘I Should Worry
Paralleling the Western and Atlantic.
The Atlanta Journal is of the opinion that a special
session of the legislature is necessary to protect the
interests of the cotton growers. It is too bad that
the farmers will not voluntarily cut their cotton acre-
A Deluge.
A local rhymester, familiar more or less with supe
rior court operations, gets off the following:
It isn’t raining daffodils,
Or daisies or verbenas;
It’s raining misdemeanor bills
And torrents of subpoenas.
♦ > ♦
When the Leaves Begin to Fall.
There’s a saddened sort o’ feeling
In the stillness of the air,
And a languor o’er us stealing
Like we sorter didn’t care.
And a lazy, hazy season
Seems to hold us in its thrall,
Filled with sadness ’thout a reason,
When the leaves Ibegin to fall.
(Rome Tribune-Herald.)
The Dalton Citizen has an editorial in this week’s
issue with the above heading. It seems that the
Louisville and Nashville railroad is preparing to paral
lel the Western and Atlantic from Cartersville to At
lanta, a distance of about forty-five miles, and per
haps the most valuable section of that railroad, which
is the property of the state of Georgia. The Citizen,
along with a good many others, seriously objects to
this proposition which would undoubtedly work great
injury to the state’s property, and render it far less
valuable.
The time will shortly arrive when it will be nec
essary to sell or release this property, and if the
Louisville and Nashville carries out its proposal, the
Western and Atlantic will be far less valuable for
either sale or lease. It will be necessary for the next
legislature to make another lease of this property,
or dispose of it in some other manner.
The Citizen argues in favor of a sale, declaring
that if sold the counties through which it runs will
receive taxes on property of the value of $20,000,000
which will to a large extent make up for deficit caused
by loss of annual rental. As it is, the property has
been the cause of continuous struggles’between politi
cians at each session of the legislature. Another
proposition has been to extend the road to the Atlantic
ocean, touching at some port on the Georgia coast.
It is doubtful, however, if this can be carried through
—at least for a long while. The sale of the road
might be the best proposition, if it can be done ad
vantageously. So long as the state of Georgia owns
this property just so long will there be sharp contests
at each session of the legislature over its disposition,
and this will happen even though a long time lease is
made. So long as the state owns the road it should
not be paralleled; if sold of course this would make
no great difference to the people. If it is not sold we
agree with the Citizen that it should be extended to
the sea. As matters stand a serious proposition con
fronts the state government, both as to making a new
lease and the effort of the Louisville and Nashville t >
build a parallel track.
It must be true, Rudolph, it must be true, that
most of those who patronize blind tigers will swear
a lie, if necessary, to protect the dealers. And this
is what “prohibition’.’ does for a community and‘’the
individual buyer: It makes the individual buyer a
perjurer and spreads lawlessness over the community
by encouraging and protecting blind ti£erism. It is a
shame and a disgrace.
An Atlanta judge says marriage is too easy, and
the bachelor editor of the Rome Tribune-Herald would
like for him to explain why.
Bear this in mind, that the newspaper does not
make the news. It merely records it, and the public
demands it of the newspaper.
Judge Fite was kind enough to read a Citizen edi
torial to the grand jury Monday. He also saw to it
that'we were invited to appear before the body. He
stated, so we were told, that we should be permitted
to talk ourself to death. However, we didn’t do it,
any more than the judge fought himself to death a
few weeks since. Fortunately, or unfortunately, as the
case may be, both of us at this writing are in the
land of the living and blind tigers.
as we put into all religious enterprises; we affirm our
faith in education as a panacea for human ills, but
we spend more for baseball and prize fights than we
put in all the educational institutions of earth. Not
one dollar in each thousand is spent to increase the
store of man’s knowledge, to make life more beautiful,
to preserve in the hearts of men those lofty ideals of
truth and honor and justice that make life worth
living. The same thing is true in regard to our time.
We spend a few moments now and then in the com
pany of some great author, we do a little spasmodic
work that is worth while, yet the most of our time
is spent in gluttonous eating and the over-dressing
of our perishable bodies.
It is to our national dishonor that we have hun
dreds and thousands of men and women in this coun
try who care for nothing higher than their physical
welfare. They have a distorted view of life. They
have sunk so low into sensualism that nothing appeals
to them except through the avenues of their physical
senses. These materialists are a menace to our na
tional life, because they are the mothers and fathers
of the young men and women of today, and in their
children we are reaping in traits of stupid waste and
lawlessness the bitter wheat which comes as the har
vest when we sow to the whirlwinds of sensualism and
ease.
No silk is fine enough to satisfy the sated woman,
even of modest means, and the decrees of fashion to
the last detail must be followed at all cost while the
naked soul of humanity shrinks into the flnrknt^p and
cold of an endless exile. The costliest food is not
rich enough to satisfy the jaded appetite, while the
hearts and bodies of men starve in the physical and
In the woods, the chestnuts dropping;
Popping at your very feet,
While the squirrel, his labors stopping,
Takes your measure as you meet.
And you know sweet summer’s over,
As you hear the blackbird's call,
In the field where!'grew the ilover,
When the leaves begin to fall.
The Savannah Press has not heard of any of the
Astors going to war to fight for their adopted coun
try. The Astors are not as a rede the kind of people
who fight.
George Bailey, of the Houston Post, has a novel
scheme for taking up distressed cotton. He wants
to introduce nightshirts in South Carolina and socks
in Arkansas.
Soon, too soon, the snowy pinions
Of the storm-god’s wintry band,
With the arctic’s icy minions,
Chilling, creep across ' the land.
And the hand of desolation
Sweeps the country like a pall;
Chilling, killing vegetation
When the leaves begin to fall.
♦ ♦ ♦
Be a Sunbeam Bright.
Be a bit of sunshine, bright,
All along life’s way.
Shedding radiance, joy and light
On the dreary day.
Never mind the clouds so drear,
Though it’s dark as night,
Spread the gospel of good cheer—
Be a sunbeam bright.
Tho ’ the waves of trouble roll
O’er a heart of doubt,
Searing sore a sorrowed soul,
Let your sun shine out.
Soon will come a brighter day,
Wrong give way to right.
Cast some'sunshine o’er life’s way—
Be a sunbeam bright.
♦ ♦ ♦
A Movable Mountain.
If you should hear a dogwood bark,
You’d think perhaps, ’twas strange.
But not more so than this, I know:
To see a mountain range.
♦ ♦ ♦
Some Lie.
Old Uncle John, they say, b’ gosh,
Of truth stands much in dread.
Sq used is he to falsify,
He even lies in bed.
♦ ♦ ♦
Aesop in Rhyme.
Once er turkle met er rabbit,
An’ he jumped him fer er race.
“Dat li’l purse—des see me grab it,”
Rabbit sez, with smiling face.
EVOLUTION OF A TOBACCO BOX.
We can’t help but sympathize with those merchants
in North Dalton who sat up Saturday night to guard
their stores in order to keep them from being robbed.
These merchants, of course, kelp pay for police pro
tection, and naturally feel they are entitled to some
consideration.
cuspidor, formerly a spittoon, has become the
‘ ‘ salivarette, ’ ’ which we see advertised as an
institution to appeal to esthetic folks. Verily, we
live in a progressive age, and it is sometimes hard
to believe that there is really nothing new under
the sun.—Albany Herald.
It is not so long ago that just a few knew how
to use 'the tobacco box, alias the spittoon, alias the
cuspidor, alias the “ saliverette. ” And in these good
days the thing is more expectorated at than ex
pectorated in.
The old chestnut about the young fellow entering
a public building where spittoons w;ere .thick, and
threatening to spit in one if the janitor did not stop
putting it in his way, is remembered by most every
body, and when it occurs to one’s mind one is almost
obliged to laugh. We remember when the thing might
have occurred to us.
AN EXTRA SESSION NECESSARY.
The Citizen has no desire whatever in any way
to be understood as attempting to advise Governor
Slaton what he should or should not do. We have
confidence in him, and believe he will do the right
thing. \
It is our opinion that something should be done
in the matter of the Western and Atlantic railroad.
There is little doubt if the Louisville and Nashville
parallels the state road from Cartersville to Atlanta
the property will be very badly crippled. As has
been said, the state would own two streaks of rust
and a right-of-way, which would be more in the na
ture of a white elephant than a valuable asset earning
money for educational purposes.
There is little doubt but what the governor will
serve the popular will if he calls the legislature to
gether for the purpose of considering the railroad
proposition.
And while the legislature is in session, if it should
so elect, it can take up the cotton situation. The
legislatures of Texas and South Carolina are now in
extraordinary sesion for no other purpose than to
.consider the cotton situation. If it were a known
'fact that the cotton acreage would be cut 50 per
cent next year the price would immediately go up.
Help To Prevent Fires.
W. R. Joyner, state fire inspector, has issued to
the public the following Don’ts:
Don’t fail to destroy all rubbish, and if burnt
see that it is not fired close to any building. Use
every precaution.
Don’t allow gasoline or gasoline engines in the
barn, but in a separate building.
Don’t allow ashes kept in anything but a fire
proof receptacle.
Don’t allow anyone to go into barns or other
buildings with an open light.
Don’t handle matches carelessly. See that
*■ they are completely extinguished before tossing
them down.
Don’t allow kerosene used in lighting fires.
Don’t fail to have all chimney flues inspected
and cleaned out every fall. •
Don’t allow stove-pipes near wood.
Don’t allow stove flues to be built on wood.
Don’t forget that true old saying, “An ounce
of prevention is worth a pound of eure.”
A little effort to carry out these simple sugges
tions may save your property from burning.
Fire prevention is every person’s duty.
"We all believe that our bodies should be properly
clothed; we believe that the raiment of mankind
should be both beautiful and comfortable; but to be
well dressed is not an end within itself but a means
to the nobler end of spiritual freedom and power.
The most desirable of all clothing would be that which
would enable you to. forget your body and in your
freedom from concefn about. clothes be able to pass
with confidence to the consideration of the great
thought of the world and the earth’s beauty.
We dress well not to attract attention, but to es
cape it. It ought to bring the blush of shame to our
cheeks to have some one compliment us on our ap
pearance. Discerning men see quickly the thing about
our personality that is most pleasing and when it hap
pens to be the clothes that we wear, we have no reason
for self-congratulation. People of refinement do not
want to be hopelessly out of style nor conspicuously
in it. We should clothe our bodies in comfort and
Clippings and Comments.
And so it goes. Just as we found out that
Przemysl is pronounced She-mish-el, here comes
Hosszumezo-Dlhepoljp to make our days terrible,
and our night hideous.—Macon News.
Don’t worry, Brother. -Try a cough, sneeze and a
grunt, and let it go.
T. S. SHOPE .
T. S. McOAMY .
’. . Editor
Associate Editor
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