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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1920.
Tbe Dalton Citizen
FDBUSKED XVXRY THURSDAY.
OfibUl Organ «t the Unit*! StstM Circuit and Diitrict
VearUnrastwu ilrUiau, Northern Diitrict of Georgia.
OFFICIAL ORGAN OF WHEPTULD COUNTY
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AtrartUiag Ratoa on AppUeatlon.
Harding and hard times hit the country at the
me time.
Santa Claus is on the way, but he is not as heavily
loaded as he usually is.
Prices had to come down, so what’s the use to
grumble about it. Get busy!
Visits Dalton.
Jesse E. Mercer, prohibition enforcement officer
for the state of Georgia, and a prince of good (dry)
fellows, was in Dalton Monday and Tuesday.
Mr. Mercer is a hard, constant worker, and during
the year he has been in every county of the state—
some of them more than once.
He is very much encouraged with his work in
this state, and while there are some 'bumps here and
•there, they only serve to make the job one worthy of
a man who feels that exercise is* essential to good
health.
If it were not for the fact that Mayor Stewart, of
Savannah, is just at this time not feeling with warm
affection toward Mr. Mercer, we would be tempted to
tell a little joke on him, but not wanting to hand
his enemy a loaded billy, we refrain from going into
detail about his new style of alighting from trains.
Be all this as it may, as we newspaper fellows say,
Jesse Mercer is a prince among men, unafraid, and the
best friend, when he is a friend, in the world.
But we would dislike to have Mm after us if he
were real mad.
Without doubt Gordon Lee is the Strongest member
of the Georgia delegation in congress.
Spend less than you make, and then you will,not
be driven to insanity dodging your creditors.
The idea that one must do little and get much for
it is a real menace. It should be forgotten.
Waste is just another name for pride. It makes
for hard times, mortgages and the poor house.
Congressman Gordon Lee’s ears must be burning
if the good things being said of him are taking effect.
When one assumes he is an aristocrat, he has just
about convicted himself of being a plain d n fool.
If steak is worth forty cents a pound in Dalton and
twenty-five *in Chattanooga it would seean to indicate
that down here we are not the “beefers” we ought
to be. \
The New Council.
After the first of the year the newly-elected city
officials will be installed, and as they enter the busi
ness of city management our cooperation is extended
to them. The new members of the council, together
with the men who are already serving in this capacity,
have much work before them and an opportunity to
aid the advancement of the city.
Peace, preservation and progress would be a great
goal for the council to strive to reach. Peace, that
they may work in harmony throughout the years to the
end that more may be accomplished; that no energy
shall be spent in personal antagonism, that there may
be more strength to give to those thingB which up
build. Preservation is included that we may all be
reminded to guard that which we have and not,
through carelessness or narrow vision, put in jeopardy
that which has made of Dalton the modern town it is.
y Progress, so that we may ever be alert to the best
interests of the citizens and industries we have, and
keep our public utilities, our schools, our thorough
fares, in such splendid condition that others, seeing
our advantages, may want to come in and have a
part in the upbuilding of our town.
The men going into office are good men, and it
is well that they are, for it is indeed a responsibility
they are shouldering. These are reconstruction days in
America, after the slowing-down of work during the
war period, and Dalton, as do many other towns,
stands at a turning point. The question now is, will
-our town go forward as she now faces the road of
progress, or will she pivot and retrograde? We have
•confidence in the men at the head of city affairs, and
feel sure this year action -will be taken on vital ques
tions, and the outcome will be extensive improve
ments on the streets, additional educational buildings,
add probably a bqnd issue to take care of the financ
ing.
To the new city officials, and to those experienced
in municipal affairs, go our best wishes, and we trust
their administration will be one of harmony, wisdom
and city development.
Crime Here and “Over There.”
at tha Dalton, Gs., poitofica for trana minion
fha sails as lacond-elass matter.
DADTON, GA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1920.
The Columbus Enquirer-Sun is brightening up.
People who assume an obligation should deliver
the goods.
There is a great deal* being said and written about
the great crime wave that is sweeping over this coun
try. Many theories are advanced, but they generally
land the observers in the same pond. “It is,’’ say
the wise ones, “the aftermath of the world war.’’
And maybe so, but if so, shouldn’t it apply to all
countries?
In the City of New York alone there are more
homicides than in the whole of England and Wales.
“In the annuals of City Crime,’’ says the Literary
Digest, “we enjoy a startling and unenviable pre
eminence. This is revealed by a comparison of the
crime statistics with those of Europe. Such a com
parison is made by Raymond B. Fosdiek in his ‘Amer
ican Police Systems.’ ” “From this book,’’ says the
Digest, “we learn that New York City in 1916, with a
population of less than 6,000,000, had six times the
number of homicides that London had, with its pop
ulation of more than 7,000,000, while in 1917 the hom
icides in New York City exceeded by fifty-six the total
homicides of England and Wales together. In 1913
New York agajfi had six times more homicides than
London, and exceeded the total homicides of England
and Wales by sixty-seven. In 1916, Chicago, only
one-third the size of London, had 105 murders, or
nearly twelve times London’s total. That same year
gives Chicago, with its 2,500,000 people, twenty more
murders than England and Wales with their 38,000,000
people.’’
We'quote now from Mr. Fosdiek’s book:
Statistics of this kind could be multiplied at
length. In the three-year period 1916-1918 inclus
ive, Glasgow had 38 homicides; Philadelphia,
which is only a trifle larger, had during this same
period 281. Liverpool and St. Louis are approx
imately the same iu size; in 1915 St. Louis had
eleven times the number of homicides that Liver
pool had, and in 1916 eight times the number. Los
Angeles, one-twentieth the size of London, had
two more homicides in 1916 than London had for
the same period; in 1917 she had ten more than
London had. Cleveland, Ohio, one-tenth the size
of London, had more than three times the number
of homicides in 1917, and approximately twice the
number in 1918.
Equally significant is the comparison of burg
lary statistics between Great Britain and the Uni
ted States. In 1915, for example, New York
City had approximately eight times a3 many burg
laries as London had in the same , period, and
nearly twice the number of burglaries reported
in all England and Wales. In 1917 New York
had four times as many burglaries as London, and
approximately the same number as occurred in .
England and Wales. In 1918 the burglaries which
the police reported in New York were approx
imately two and a half times those in London. Chi
cago in 1916 had 632 more burglaries than London;
in 1917, 3,459 more; in 1918, 886 more; and in 1919,
2,146 more. Detroit and Cleveland generally re
port several hundred more burglaries per annum
than London, although London is seven or eight
times larger. The annual burglaries in St. Louis
always exceed those in London. The • dispro
portionate number of burglaries occurring in
American cities as compared with English cities
is reflected in the prevailing burglary insurance-
rate of the two countries. Due to differences in
insurance practices and methods, exact compari
sons are impossible, but enough has been gathered
from careful investigation to warrant the general
conclusion that burglary-rates in American mu
nicipalities are from fifteen to twenty times higher
than in the principal cities of England.
Even more startling are the statistics of rob
bery. New York City in 1915 reported 838 rob
beries and assaults with intent to rob where Lon
don had 20 and England,-Wales, and Scotland to
gether had 102. In 1916 New York had 886 such
crimes to London’s 19, and England, Wales, and
Scotland’s 227. In 1917 New York reported 864
to London’s 38, while England, Wales, and Scot
land reported 233. In 1918 New York had 849,
while London had 63 and England and Wales had
100. Practically the same proportion exists be
tween Chicago’s robberies and those in Great Brit
ain! In 1918, for example, Chicago' had 22 rob
beries for every one robbery in London, and 14
robberies for every one robbery in England and
Wales. Washington, D. C., in 1916 had 64 more
robberies than all of England, Wales, and Scot
land put together ;'" s in 1917 she had 126 more than
these three countries. Cities like St. Louis and De
troit, in their statistics of robbery and assault
with intent to rob, frequently show annual totals
varying from three times to five times greater
statement said and the average price of sweet
pickles and cured pork products was 17 cents.
The above is from an Associated Press dispatch.
It goes to show that food prices should be down all
along the line, with the exception of eggs, but Bo far
lower prices have not been reflected in the local market.
Hogs and cattle have reached the-'1914 price level.
The sooner the losses, which all must share, to a
certain extent, are taken, the better for all concern
ed. Comparatively a small JoSs taken 4ow nrayj
mean the saving of a very much larger one later on.
It is the opinion of the best business men everywhere
that prices will go still lower; so the longer high priced
goods are held the greater the loss will finally be.
Of course it is perfectly natural for all to want to
“get from under,’’ as the street expression has it,
but it should not be forgotten that when prices went/
up to the sky, big profits on goods then in stock were
realized.
“Half of the people of the United States are
pagans,” says a high brow. And he might have said
with equal propriety that the other half are profiteers.
The financial experts say the trade slump will end
next April. And they might also add that many
caught in the financial whirlwind will end before that
time.
A time-killer is his own worst enemy. The con
sciousness that ho is taking something for nothing
is only a part of his punishment. When a slump in
jobs comes he is always the first to get the hook.
, We see where one of those high-brow professors
says that angle worms are good to eat. They may
be, but just about how much time would it take to
dig enough to make a family of six a good mess?
The Greensboro Herald-Journal is of the opinion
that President Wilson has more sense than all of con
gress combined. Maybe a realization of that fact,
Uncle Jim,’’ is what’s the matter with congress.
Keep both your mind and your body clean if
you would be contented. Also, keep out of debt, or so
near so that yon won’t feel like running every time
you see a man with a bill collector’s file under his arm.
than the number of such crimes reported for the
whole of Great Britain.
Now, if the increased crime is the result of the
war, why doesn’t it show up in England and Wales
very much nearer the scenes of the great world con
flict than in this country? There must be something
else. We are the same sort of folks. It must be in
the administration of laws. If not that then the very
laws themselves. In those countries across the seas
there is no prohibition of the liquor traffic, while in
this country we have had partial prohibition for a
quarter of a century, and total for two years.
How funny it must seem to the British when they
read our crime record and compare it with their own,
and then go out and hear our own “Pussyfoot”
Johnson tell them of the great and manifold blessings
flowing from the eighteenth amendment and the Vol
stead act.
We are pretty much a nation of meddlers, and as
is customary with this class of people, we point the
finger of scorn and restraint at others for their evils,
far less than our own, and overlook the enormous
ones at our own door steps.
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What has become of the old-fashioned business
man whose evenings were spent “on the books?”
—Type Metal Magazine.
Oh, he’s about, all right, but he has found a better
excuse.
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull
■boy,” they say. And -we might add, all play and
no work, makes him a mollycoddle.—Griffin News
and Sun.
Bet you a nickel you’re not referring to Jack Pat
terson of the Journal.
According to the Birmingham News prohibition
officers found a drowned owl in one of the barrels
of “mash” they overturned recently. Do you
suppose this was the famous “b’iled owl” of
which you have heard so much?—Columbus En
quirer-Sun.
Well, if it -wasn’t he was in .the right place and in
the right stuff to get that way.
The silk shirt-automobile labor bird has reached
the point where he will speak to his employer, but he
does it rather disdainfully.
We believe there is less class consciousness in Dal
ton than in most towns. You can’t make anything
else out of it, folks are just folks.
Prices Reach 1914 Level.
Funniest thing happened in the News and
Sun office today you ever heard. The postmaster
of Atlanta sent us a post card advising that the
address of United States Senator Hoke Smith was
unknown.—Griffin News and Sun.
Well, that is fuuny. When .the senator changes his
address lie always notifies The Citizen. Why don’t
you stand in with him, Brother Duke?
Secretary Daniels is making a number of rec
ommendations in regard -to future naval policies.
He might as well have saved his energies, for
the republicans will pay no attention to them.—
Rome T^bune-Herald.
Nothing a democrat does will meet with the ap
proval of the republicans. Thaj/s just about as sure
as death and taxes.
Cause for existence so sublime as it,
Nor untangle at last the myriads
Of living threads the ages have spun,
And the folly of men crossed and knotted.
Why should I worry? Not my power
Must wrest from chaos the ancient throne,
. Nor order establish upon it;
Nor bring calm where the tempest of hate
The light of reason still always veils,
Nor give answer to the prayers that rise
From bleeding hearts to heaven for peace.
Instead, I shall love the beautiful—
The flowers and stars and green-boughed trees,
The gold of mom and the purple of eve,
And the stillness of the sweet midnight,
When the masters of time come to me,
And high spirits bear me company,
And pettiness from my soul falls away.
I shall love my friend, nor ask the world
Who my friend shall be, nor to measure
His soul’s deep worth of my soul’s deep trust;
Nor to write upon its scroll his name
In letters that glow with its love-light—
Nor love him less if the world condemns.
I shall leave to God the tangled threads
His ages-have spun, and all the wrongs
His creatures have done; and strive only
To do the duty that each day brings,
Trusting His justice for the reward
And His mercy to cover my faults.
JESSIE BAXTER SMITH.
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When the “finest minds” in the country get
through telling Mr. Harding, how to run it, he is like
ly to be so bumfuzzeled they -will have to do the job
for him.
The fact that lemons are selling for fifteen cents
a dozen in Atlanta, while they cost forty cents in'
Dalton, is p/etty good evidence that Dalton is being
handed one. y
Caruso’s press agent will be putting in a bill
for overtime. He wrenched the tenor’s back for
a half colnmn in New York on Wednesday night
and gave him a fiTst page hemorrhage in Brook
lyn Saturday night.—Bill Biffean, in Savannah
Press.
Press agents are great “institutions,” and so long
as the newspapers and people are gullible enough they
will have a fine time and big pay.
The Poems of Ernest Neal.
There was a time, perhaps in the Victorian age of
literature, when a poetical volume was usually pre
sented to the reading world attired in gold and blue.
In these days of dalliance fair representatives of
noble families were almost always pictured reclining
on the deep grass, under century-old oaks, perusing
a blue-ond-gold volume of Tennyson. But fashions
change, and now books of verse come from the press
in simpler garb. I confess to a predilection for the
newer style; and so a recent collection of poems,
which had been banded me, did not appeal to the ma
terial vision. In fact, Ernest Neal’s strand of lyrics
and verses deserves more artistic and attractive set
ting.
• And what of this string of thought jewels, fash
ioned by an artificer who is an artist as well? How
do they impress the mind’s “thousand eyes?” Thread
ed upon a silver cord of poesy are real pearls here and
there -between the semi-precious gems; for the poet
is gifted with a fine imagination and a ready sympa
thy. It would seem that in this age of reason only
poets are humane and only the humane are poets.
In Mr. Neal’s work the quality of mercy is not
strained, and this gentle rain from heaven has always
been the refreshing and vivifying element in the best
poetry.
The volume under discussion carries the title poem
first, and though it exceeds in length and dramatic
expression the ones that follow, still, in my opinion,
the fanciful, the delicate verse shows a more pleas
ing and finished technique. Since that hour when all
the morning stars sang together, mnsic in some form
has dominated the universe. It is in the wind, in
the whisper of leaves, in the purling of waters; and
if at times the zephyr becomes a hurricane and the
stream an ocean, its song is there still. So in poetry,
the majestic rhythm of Milton and the exquisite
onomatopoeia of Tennyson both touch the heart strings
to responsive cadences of which we dream, but can
not speak.
Ernest Neal’s poems have this melodious lyric qual
ity, and they are stamped with the signet of a nature
lover. Let me quote for you a hauntingly sweet little
song of the Georgia poet—something that might have
been written by* Riley himself:
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TO OUR MISSING BIRDS.
Tbe red bird will come to my window in spring,
And warble his wild, fresh notes;
The mocking bird even in winter will sing,
When a dream on the south wind floats;
The thrush and the wren, again and again,
Will sing ere the snow melts away;
And the fussy jay bird is bound to be heard
In December as well .as in May;
But gone from the land is the little joree,
Once the source of my innocent joy;
And where, oh, where, can the blue bird be,
The bird I loved most when a boy?
Tbe sparrow still chirps from peep-o’-the-dawn,
Till shadows of evening fall,
When chuck-will’s-a-widow, all sad and forlorn,
Responds to quaint whippoorwill’s call.
Whistling bob-white with cheering delight
Still gladdens his lady love,
While floats on the breeze, from green woodland
trees,
The sweet, plaintive coo of the dove.
But gone from the land is the little joree,
Once the source of my innocent joy,
And where, oh, where, can the blue bird be,
The blue bird I loved when a boy?
And this:
A GLORY DEPARTED.
The mountains above the village,
With armies of trees sublime,
Titanic oaks and chestnuts— v
Sentinel monarehs of time.
For centuries had they stood there,
Planted by God’s own hand,
But man with his arm has felled them,
For greed had need of the land.
Now gone the kingdom of beauty,
Where is the wealth can pay
The cost of producing splendor,
Torn from the mountains away?
I weep in fond recollection
Of charms that over me hung;
The trees on the mountain whispering,
Each quivering leaf a tongue.
They spoke in tones primeval,
Secrets no more to be heard;
Only the woods could tell them—
They melt at touch of a word.
Space forbids the reproduction of others, but it is
to catch and hold a moment of pure delight when one
reads Remember, Love, Cohutta Town, and, above all,
that eloquent invocation to the Indian-named streams
of Georgia, “As Long as His Rivers Flow into the Sea.”
TMs book of verses makes one wish for more. Some
future day, given a kinder publisher, we may expect
rare tilings of the author. He is on the heights. •
L. W. C.
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As all the rapists lynched in California a day
or two ago were whites, the Chicago Tribune and
Boston Transcript bore np under the ordeal with
out so much as splitting a duckfit between ’em.—
Macon Telegraph.
The strain must be awful, and we will not In
surprised if they crack under it.
CHICAGO, HI., Dec. 11.—Wholesale prices of
meat cuts, both beef and pork, reached the low
levels of 1914, during the week, Armour company
said tonight. The statement said that beef car
cases were offered to retailers between 14 and 15
cents a pound this week and that light pork loins,
an index of all fresh pork cuts sold for 21 cents.
Lard was offered at approximately 16 cents the
Why Should I Worry?
Why should I worry? Not my shoulders
The burden of government must bear;
Nor my wisdom give the universe
Through the fellowship of poets, Mr. Robert Love-
man has unearthed a budding genius in J. S. Mansfield,
of Edison, Ga. Mr. Mansfield has submitted to Dal
ton’s poet a number of his newest poems, and while
we know’too little about the technic of free verse to
criticize his work, we reproduce the following poems
by Mr. Mansfield because Mr. Loveman says they
merit it.
TWO HEARTS.
I waited in the garden for my love.
The dew made tender the grass;
The moonbeams stole through summer leaves;
The mocking bird made a twitter of joy.
She came an airy spirit of night
All jeweled and spangled with diamond stars;
But her breath was mellow with the passion of love;
Her voice like the crooning of all delight.
My love in the garden waited,
Amidst the silent brooding night;
A pillar in marbled wMte she stood,
But pliant and yielding to my touch.
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
BY JAMES WELLS —-
Writer of Newipaper Verse, Hvmn-Po» m .
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Little Children of the Poor.
Raptly gazing in the widows
At the pretty dolls and toys,
Stand with pinched and eager faces
Poverty’s sad girls and boys.
Wishing that perhaps Oy Santa
Might divide from his great store
Yet not daring e’en to hope it—
Little children of the poor.
At the chimney comer evenings,
How they prate of Christmas mom,
This one hoping for a dolly,
That one for a dram or horn.
Will Old Santa disappoint them,
As he oft has done before?
Ah, the grief of empty stockings
For the children of the poor.
Eagerly the$ wait for Christmas,
Counting every hour a day,
Waiting for the childish treasures
Santa surely will display.
Ah, the bitter disappointment!
Oh, the little heart so sore!
If .St Nick should, disappoint them—
Little children of the poor.
t -JULIi
Buy It Now.
Have you done your Christmas shopping?
Buy it now.
Do not wait for prices dropping.
Buy it now.
If you wait till the last minute,
Maybe you’ll be “up ag’in it,”
If your peace of mind—youd’d win it,
Buy it now.
If you’d buy a doll for baby,
Buy it now.
Next time it won’t be there, maybe,
Buy it now.
If you’d buy a gift for brother,
And a present for your mother,
And some aunt-in-law or other—
Buy it now.
Days are short and time is flying,
Buy it now.
If you’d do your Christmas buying,
Do it now.
Do not wait till throngs all maddened
Make your Christmas shopping saddened,
If your Christmas yon’d have gladdened,
Buy it now.
Betcha!
Though this small joke seems quite tame
It can’t be beat;
The onion by another name
Would smell as sweet.
—Luke McLuke.
Though this is somewhat old,
’Twill do to tell;
A nip by any other name
Would taste as wtU.
—Dalton (Ga.) Citizen.
This isn’t new, but it will do
To hear it twice;
A girl by any other name
Would look as nice.
—Cedartown (Ga.) Standard.
Just so the stuff that brings men shame
Should in it lark,
Moonshine by any other name
Would do the work.
—Canton (O.) News.
Just so the brews that kill
Act well their part,
So sure it always will
Bring eight per quart.
Room-atism.
If a fellow who roomed in an attic quite damp,
Should suffer with pains quite sciatic,
Then would it be fair to tell the old scamp
The cause of his pains was room-attic?
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The Ins-and-Outs of It.
Gone are the lawns they tried to sell,
With grace and smile so cunning,
They’re relegated to the back
And outing has its inning.
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Do Not Grow Discouraged.
Do not grow discouraged
When the day is dull and drear,
Just behind the storm-clouds
The sun is shining clear;
Then when the clouds blow over
And all the storm is o’er,
The sun will shine out brightly,
E’en as It did before.
Do not grow discouraged
At the outlook over life;
In each life must come some sorrow,
Storm and stress and care and strife;
But the sun will shine out brightly
After clouds so gray and drear,
And for every sigh of sorrow
There’s a song of hope and cheer.
The whip-poor-will’s call,
The mocking bird’s twitter of love;
The -majestic silence of night,
And two hearts beating as one.
LIFE vs. DEATH.
Why do we drink the cup of life to the dregf
Why not drink in moderation
And throw the dregs away?
Is there virtue in the dregs?
Life and Death stand by;
Death forces me to drink every drop;
But in the eyes of Life there is a sparkle,
And on her lips a smile,
And in her voice and bearing' joy.
Therefore I drink the cup to the very dregs.