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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THUESDAY, JANUARY 20, 1921.
The Dalton Citizen
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.
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OAoUl Organ of the United States Circuit end District
Mta, Korthwestera division, Northern District of Georfis.
OFFICIAL ORGAN OF WHITFIELD COUNTY
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President-elect Harding demands a simple inaugural.
Which of course is sensible. It is also Wilsonian.
If petroleum oil is to be taken, for as many ills as
Dr. Copeland recommends it, we believe we see a
fortune in a petroleum station in front of The Tele
graph office down Macon way. If Johnny Spencer
would install one, he would never again have to float
a due bill.
The government is doing exactly what it agreed to
as to Liberty and Victory bonds. It is paying the
interest when due, and will redeem them at face value
when they mature. The people who sell them at low
prices are responsible for their selling below par.
Buck up and quit kicking.
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Man’s Most Faithful and Loyal Friend.
Many tributes have been written to man’s most
loyal friend—his dog—but none of them has given
him higher praise than he deserves.
Babyhood’s protector, boyhood’s playful companion,
manhood’s obedient servant, and old age’s loyal friend,
as the dog—and adversity ehangeth not his affection.
There are thoroughbred dogs, and dogs of no spe
cific breed, but devotion-to-master seems to be a
trait in common. The small boy becomes as attached
to the homeless cur as to an Airedale of unmatched
pedigree, and the adopted canine pays in full measure
of devotion and loyalty for the shelter, food and
petting he receives.
Tis no rare thing to hear of a dog risking his life
for his master, but it is somewhat uncommon but
no less beautiful, to read of a man’s risking his life
for his dog. An Albany man proved himself worthy
tc be a dog’s master when, in an emergency, he
risked his -life, as only a true friend could, to save
his bird dog from death.
Subjoined is an editorial from the Albany Herald
touching upon the incident:
It required real nerve for the Albanian whose
bird dog was bitten by a rattlesnake several days
ago to place his lips to the wound and suck the
venom Into his own mouth. It saved the dog’s
life, and, the Albanian suffered no ill effects from
the heroic measures he resorted to. Had there
been an abrasion in his month, there might haven
a different story to tell.
If the rattler had bitten a cat, a cow. a goat
or even a horse, the chances are it would not
have occurred to the Albany man to incur the
risk Involved In sucking the poison from the
wound. Bnt it was different when the victim was
a dog. for the simple reason that—well, just be-
", cause It was a dog!
The dog Is the most companionable of all dumb
creatures. No other forms as strong attachments
for the home of his master, or loves his master’s
wife and his master’s children as unselfishly. His
devotion to “his folks” Is proverbial, and dates
back as far as the history of dogs as domesticated
creatures bears record. Who can Imagine a dog
hesitating to attack a rattlesnake that wonld at
tack the canine’s master? Who ever heard of an
unfaithfnl dog. anyhow? He Is the very soul of
loyalty. Is as happy In poverty as In plentv. If
poverty be the lot of his master, and will starve
with his loved ones rather than eat the food of
a stranger.
It Is not to be wondered at that a man will do
as much for a faithful dog. He knows that dogs
have been the most faltbfnl friends of men since
animals were first domesticated—yea. more faith*
fnl than a great many human beings who are
friends in prosperity, bnt hard to find In the day
of adversity.
A loyal dog Is a friend worth having, though
thev men probably are rare who would snek a
rattlesnake’s venom from the body of a bitten
Towser.
A Worthy Reform.
stored at the Dalton, Ga., poatofflce for tranamillion
area ph tha maila aa aaeond-oiaaa matter.
DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 1921.
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Helping humanity is more in the deed than in the
talk.
Don’t listen to hard luck stories. They won’t get
you anywhere.
Prohibition for the Poor Only.
Apparently prohibition is intended chiefly for
the poor.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
That’s one great trouble with many of our laws.
There is no use blinking the facts, prohibition has
not reduced crime, it has not emptied the jails. But
on the other hand, it has made perjurers of thousands,
lessened respect for all laws, and turned loose in the
country a lot of hypocritical enforcement officers who
prey on the public, drink seized liquors and in some
instances have murdered their companions in crime.
Some few enforcement officers are honest and sin
cere in their work, and have convictions that they
are doing a good and noble thing. For these we en
tertain great respect, and have no word of condemna
tion to lodge against them.
Those who, for political reasons, jibber about
enforcement and lecture constituencies about the great
evils flowing from the traffic in jugs and jags, while
secretly drinking and buying the stuff, are worthy
of neither respect nor confidence. These are the
worst enemies the cause of prohibition has.
The well-to-do man can buy all the liquor he wants
in this country. The poor man has to either make,
steal or . do without it, the latter being the best thing
to do.
The Citizen is in thorough accord with J. Kelly
Simmons, president of the Georgia Weekly press asso
ciation, in liis efforts to “cut out the stale jokes which
relate to newspaper work.” “He says he refers to such
trivialities as the ‘man who died and went to heaven
without paying his subscription; about your starved
conditions and somebody taking pity on you by bring
ing in some backbones, potatoes, vegetables, or what
not If such references were ever funny they are
no longer so. If you have been in the habit of pub
lishing such jokes or uttering such jokes, quit it.”
Paying the editor for his paper in pumpkins, tur
nips, wood, hay, fish, chickens and the like,,used to
be common, but the custom passed out with the cx
cart, Ku Klux, camp meetings and the ideas of infant
damnation and total depravity.
Running a newspaper is now one of business. A
town without one is a town lost in obscurity—off the
map—and in outer darkness.
The Citizen enjoys a good joke, but it isn’t par
ticularly fond of wormy chestnuts, and certainly these
old jokes about delinquent subscribers, starved ed
itors and their indigent families belong in the scrap
heap, and it pleases us to note that the president of
the Georgia Weekly press association is calling on
the newspapers to cut out such stuff.
Editor Simmons also discusses interestingly the
origin of the designation “Fourth Estate,” as applied
to newspapers. He says:
“It is generally understood that those who admin
ister to the souls of men rank first; those who look
after our health come second; those who undertake
to unravel legal tangles come third, and the news
papers rank fourth in importance.”
The Augusta Chronicle offers another explanation
which is, if we have been informed correctly, the
right one. If our memory is not at fault, it was
Edmund Burke, the great English statesman and ora
tor, who gave expression to the follownig explanation
passed out by the Chronicle. (If we are in error,
some better informed brother correct us):
“One explanation of the ‘Fourth Estate’ has been
that, in Europe, in the olden time, in point of power
and influence royalty, the first estate, ranked all oth
ers; the nobility, the second estate, came next; the
people, the third estate, following, with newspapers,
the fourth estate, next being recognized.”
“Trim and boil a large cauliflower,” says a house
hold recipe, “until it is .tender, but soft” And then
—feed it to the cat
We know two kinds of fools that are impressive.
One is the little town fool and the other is the big
town fool. Both are harmless, except to themselves,
if let alone.
A Farm Agent Necessary.
One argument advanced against a farm or county
demonstration agent is that there is no provision
made for the payment of one—that is the law does
not specifically mention such agent The argument
is puerile, of course, and is more in the nature of an
excuse than anything else. There are many things
for which the county pays out money not mentioned
in the law books. And after all it is the people’s
money, and if they want a farm agent they should
have one.
In another place on this page is a communication
from N. T. Kenemer, of Rocky Face, in which good
reasons are given for keeping a farm agent The
government pays part of the expenses of one. Surely
the people are willing for the county to pay the bal
ance, just as most of the other counties in the state
are doing, and as hundreds of others are doing all
over the United States. -The farmers of this county
are just as much entitled to the services of a demon
stration agent as the farmers of other Georgia coun
ties, and to take an agent away from them wonld be
an inexcusable blunder and bone-head folly.
The demonstration agent for this county, through
co-operative buying, has saved the farmers thousands
of dollars on their fertilizers, and to dispense with one
now means taking this money away from the farmers
and giving it lo the fertilizer dealers.
Who is the county hoard going to stand by—the
farmer or the fertilizer dealer?
Another point that we have heard urged against the
work in this county is the fact that some few don’t
like the county agent. That is not the question at
all—merely another excuse. The county demonstra
tion work is the meat in the nut—and not the per
sonality of the man doing it. And if this were not
true, it would be quite easy enough to secure another
agent and let the present one go elsewhere, for he is
wanted by other progressive and forward looking
.counties.
This is not the time to give up demonstration work
in this county. The farmers are just beginning to get
interested in the work, and as a result, are improving
their methods of farming and stock raising.
This is not a question to be viewed from the stand
point of narrowness and prejudice. The best inter
ests of the county demand the services of a farm
demonstration agent
Tbe.hoard should rescind its hasty and thoughtless
action as to this matter, and let the good work go on.
This to be sure is the age of the meddlers. Whose
business Is it If President-elect Harding smokes an
occasional cigarette? If he never does anything
worse than that he will not cause ‘any jamb at the
pearly gates by holding up the heavenly traffic while
being questioned by St. Peter.
No Room for Pessimists.
We have passed through worse times than
these, and we will pass tbrongh these all right.
This Is no time to sit and whine. It is time to
buck np and get busy. When we think of the
dark days of 1‘.114-1915 when cotton was selling
for five cents a pound on snspieion. with no
market at all for it. and compare that period
with this, we can see we are now on the high tide
of prosperity.—Dalton Citizen.
One who reads the daily and weekly papers
representing all sections of Georgia is struck with
the strong tide of optimism which flows through
the sanctums of the state. Your Georgia editor
is no pessimist He has had his share of tbe
misfortunes which business men generally have
experienced since the much-discussed readjust
ment set in, but be indulges in no vain repinings.
He has washed the sanctum windows so the sun
light can come flooding in with its golden mes
sage of cheer, and he passes the message on to
his readers as often as he prints an edition.—
Albany Herald.
That’s one great mission of newspapers—passing
the message of cheer.
The person who cannot stand a little adversity is
not much of a man. He doesn’t deserve to succeed
because he doesn’t merit success.
The newspaper that continuously passes out pessi-
mism to its readers is doing the community in which
it is published a real harm. Such a course encour
ages the faint-hearted to “lie down” on the job, and
this Is had for both the man and the job.
The thing to do now is to “buck up” and get busy.
The skies are already brightening, and factories that
were shut down for lack of orders are resuming op
erations, which of course means more employment and
more contentment. <
There is no place in the economic scheme of things
for the whiner and pessimist.
The man who stands around and prophesies disaster
for the future and expresses dissatisfaction with the
past, needs an operation performed for grouchitis,
and if It fails to bring around a cure, then he should
be isolated and Ignored until he comes to his senses.
In fact the operation should he successful enough to
either kill or cure the patient.
Busy people haven’t any time to waste listening to
the peddlers of pessimism.
For one, we refuse to take them seriously, or even
listen to them.
"We can see no good that a Ku Klux Klan can do
in this country, even if it is fraternal in its opera
tion. -The old Kn Klux Klan served a good purpose
In its day, but the day for such an organization is no
longer here. It suggests night riding, and night rid
ing suggests lawlessness. And the Lord knows we
have enough of the latter without doing anything to
stimulate it.
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♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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Male feed is a mighty handy commodity to have
these days.—Commerce Observer.
And is more necessary than white mule, bnt hasn’t
as ready a market.
Woodrow Wilson refused $150,000 for a single
newspaper article. W. J. Bryan would have taken
the offer at half price.—Jackson Progress-Argus.
And what Bryan would say wouldn’t be worth
half as mnch as what Wilson would say.
Judge Gary, head of the United States Steel
Corporation, the greatest business concern in the
world, says we have a wonderful period of pros
perity ahead of ns. Bully! Let’s catch np with
it.—Bainbridge Post-Searchlight.
All right! Here goes.
Texas leads in lynchings last year. But, then,
just look at the size of Texas.—Columbus En
quirer-Sun.
Georgia is little as compared to Texas, but she is
around when it comes to lynching. And she ought to
be ashamed of it, too.
The'greatest truths often spring from the lips
of little children. They do not know any better.
—Griffin News and Sun.
If older 'people would become more serious and
frank in their conversation, there might show up an
improvement that would do much good.
Overseer Wilbur Glenn Viola, spiritual straw
boss of Zion City, Ill., where human filberts do
abound, has issued a “handbook and guide to
hell” containing the nifo that the hootch bound
“will pass his term of purification in a natatorium
filled with beer, wnie and whiskey.” Does Wilbur
regard that as a knock or a boost?—Macon,Tele
graph.
Or a direful threat or a delightful promise?
Rev. Charles Eaton, editor of Leslie’s, says two
American homes out of five are equipped with
stills or hhme-hrewing apparatus. The Rev. must
move in a livelier set than ours. It’s very seldom
we see a still when we go calling.—Macon Tele
graph.
Why, Johnny, a man with a still is not supposed to
put it on exhibition every time one comes in, is he?
Mrs. Harrington, of Danville, Ill., who was
fasting to force her bushand to join the church,
has broken the fast on the advice of her preacher.
Her act is said to have been induced by fanatics.
Another Illustration of the pernicious effects of
fanaticism.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
Holy rollers are not fanatics, are they? We have
always been of the opinion that they are just plain
d—n fools.
Editor Herring continues to write that good
old “Saturday Night” dope in the Tifton Gazette,
reciting events of the long ago in Wiregrass
Georgia. These articles are splendid and we en
joy reading them very much. Herring is one
editor who has a wonderful memory and the abil
ity to write in a most attractive way.—Griffin
News and Sun.
John Herring’s heart is in the right place. We
love him for his loyalty and patriotic fervor, and for
his contempt for the slacker and' hypocrite.
We go ont of the newspaper field with a sad
dened heart. We well know that we shall long
for onr exchanges and the bright sayings of the
Fourth Estate. We shall miss the weeklv visits
of Shannon. Camp. Williams. Tyler. Harher,
Shope. Rucker. Furlow and others. Just how
long we can resist the smell of printer’s ink de
pends upon opportunity.—Winder News.
It is regrettable that such men as Boh Ross and
Charlie Fnrlow find It profitable and necessary to get
and able editors, they seek greener pastures wher
the reward is greater, even if less congenial. We
wish them well in their new fields.
Every time Bill Sutlive finds a man who will
acknowledge that he has never learned to appre
ciate chitterlings, he lines him up for exhibition
and hollers “look here!” Some of these days
when we have time, we are going to sort out all
the folks we can find who do not like oysters,
crabs, celery, olives and delicacies like that and
start a rival display of freaks.—Tifton Gazette.
Now whaddye know about that? We’ll admit the
man who ate the first oyster was either drunk or
acting to become a benefactor to the human race,
but no one has ever yet had to learn to like crabs,
olives and celery. It takes almost a lifetime to learn
to like chit’lin’s. As proof we call attention to the
fact that almost ninety-nine per cent of the people
who can eat ’em are in the shadows of a heroic life,
And we use the word heroic advisedly.
We fear the country newspaper man is going
to lapse back and play the fool again by running
his paper for fun and glory. Whoever runs an
inch of good advertising matter for less than 25
cents will sooner or later go to the poor house.
In the language of Josh Billings, “it can’t he did.”
—Alpharetta Free Press.
Tell it to him, George. You are dead right in
what you say, but the average country publisher
hasn’t sense enough to see it.—Greensboro Her
ald-Journal.
That’s about right. The average country news
paper gets now, and always has, too little for the
service it gives. The Citizen never raised its adver
tising and subscription rates in keeping with the
advances made against it. It assessed no charges
that even closely resembles profiteering. Its sub
scription and advertising rates stand as the best evi
dence.
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S» POEMS OF MRS. LUCY H. McDONALD W
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By Mary Louise Horan W
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From tbe New Fnoinnfl states to California, and.
from the Takes to MohUg Ttav scores are doing splen
did llternrv work who bad their first inspiration and
trni-iiina" in the mountain-sheltered town of TVilton.
And the beautiful part is. in their pinnacle -days
f-t-o thmiobts of th“«e achievers lnvar’sHv mm to
friends in their old home town. Fame seldom
causes complete separation from old associations.
The cultnrni edumtlou that has marked rtn’ton for
mnuv mars has flowered in neariv evorv stn f e. and.
as tfmo passes. and the process of multimientlnn goe-s
on. literature, club work and civic betterment in
everv part of the eonnfrv will in a mensnre he indebt
ed to tbe seeds of enlHire. refinement and edneatiou
tbn Tin re been Planted in those going from Onr town,
mrdt. woek two nooms came to mv deck that will be
l/wri/T fdr tTio?r fwono ond heau+v. nnd will Tip re
read for their strength and magnitude of thought.
Tbev will be don^lv anurpeinted bv locaT frleuds of
tbe anthor T.ucv TTplaeTnw MeUouaTd. Mrs. AfeTTnn-
aTd is a member of trip WrTtpr’s Clnh of Chattanooga,
whpre sbp now resides and is pieasontiv remembered
here wTipre she lived during hpr girlhood.
Tmao-inative and philosophical, these poems are
gems to be smmprod nnd it gives me pleasure to pre
sent them to Tbe Citizen’s renders.
CANOPUS.
Bright ranger thru fields of space,
Worthy child of mine!
Centanr respondent to the first command,
“Let there be light!”
Tbv testimony of infinitude o’erawes me;
Urges me: fills me with inspirations
And aspirations that stretch bevond time.
Whv should mortals be proud?
Whv bate. enw. scowl, seek revenge in a mad
round of self-destruction?
Why revel in lawlessness and confusion?
Ob. tbon keen’st thv steadv path
■Untouched bv such and such.
Tbon movent majestically in tby place
Fixed in the eternal law of order.—
No crowding, no lostling Jupiter or Venus or
Slrins ont of its path;
No comniaint that theirs were better fate than
thine:
Put noised, satisfied, serene, all-obedient,
fi’bnn movest onward thru realms of light
Tree—
Thvsoif the Tightest and brightest star that beams
near tbe Southem Cross.—
Tbon. as we look nnon thee.
Harmony’s self reflected.
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TWWOTTJH TTYR ATT ST.
The fnUlnq’ mist has graved the green
O’er the berrv natch T call mv own:
TTimmod tbe To® bnt to distance strange.
And asbened the trees its pale roof o’ergrown.
The vlsf-a ef tbe woods is gone:
■Pron-cnr+ol-n of mist Is closed o’er the scene,
X porrp-rTg wonder wTmt mvsterv lies
Bevond the magic of its smoke-Uke screen.
I gaze and gaze: from ont of the gloom
Objpcts slowly define at my will.
A ghostly stump takes recognized form: a bush
WeP-known in the sunlight, parts the cloud-
grill.
Now. lo: slowiv a post on the edge of nowhere
Comes to being—a figure moves toward me in
the oneuing space—
Eyes fixed, grav-hooded. she comes most slow,
Ah! ’Tls Milton’s statue,—T1 Penseroso.
On the nenslve one comes thru the fog of my
heart.
And sbo is welcomed sedately there
Pv 'Rodin’s groat masterpiece: tbe two
■Pavp met on fbls ®rav dav that Ians me thru
To arouse me to think thru tbe olond to the bine;
To nemsp—to know—thrn the moving mist.
That tho the dark lowprs. earth’s still snn-kist.
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♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦
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What the Farm Agent Means to the Farmer.
To the Frtifor of the Dolton Citizen:
Does Whitfield county need a farm agent or does
It not? Tf not, whv? is it possible we are so far ad
vanced as not to need one or are we blind to the
beneficial service be renders ns?
The extension work was organized in 1903 by Bea
man Knapp for the benefit of the industry of agri
culture. T t was then merely a spark to light the
farmers’ path: bnt it has now grown to a flame that
illuminates onr nation.
t wonld be criticized if T were to farm and raise
little bine sboats as tbe farmers did eighteen veni-s
ago. 'Well. T don’t deserve tbe credit of better form
ing now. nor do other farmers. When we <dve justice
we will have to band it over to the men of geuins at
the evneriment station at Washington, who are giv
ing their lives in working out these new methods for
tbe advancement of agriculture and who are extend
ing these new mptbods tbrongh the farm agent to ns.
A lot of farmers are unaware of tbe requirements
of a farm agent and what be is snuuosed to do. I
win state brlefiv offiv some of the things:
He must be a well-trained man on the different
nbasps of ngrlen’tnre. vie is to better farmers’ mar
kets. to better the farmers’ purchasing power, to aid
the farmers in better drainage of land to teach them
the best methods of cultivation, to heln them select
the best seed, to bold farmers’ meetings monthiv at
the different rural districts for the purpose of dls-
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
BY JAMES WELLS ===-5,^
Writer of Newipaper Ve.se, Hymn-P n .„
and Popular Song Lvrics : • .
A Hint to Married Women.
(A woman in Illinois went on a hunger strit
reform her husband.)
If your husband is a gambler,
Or if he’s fond of throwing dice,
If he’s something of a rambler,
Or at home does not act nice,
Then quit eating—just for spite—
And he’ll come around all right.
If your huband’s mean as blazes,
Fumes at you and kicks the cat,
And at home blue'blazes raises,
Till you don’t know where you’re at,
Do not eat till he stops cussing—
Starve yourself till he stops fussing.
When your old man comes in reeling
Full of O. B. Joyful juice,
For the front door keyhole feeling,
What’s the use to raise the deuce?
Just quit eating—by and by
He’ll be sorry—if you don’t die.
Not Going Forward.
A crawfish travels backward,
For it’s all that he can do; '
But if you’d be successful,
It’s a poor old rule for yon.
Rich.
A man of . wealth
Is Hiram Toll;
He owns a half
A ton of coal.
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When a Fellow’s Broke.
(The writer, desiring to write a “serious poeo»
cast about for a serious subject, but found none whia
could equal in seriousness-the above.)
Oh, the world is dark and dreary,
When you haven’t got a red,
And your pocket book is empty,
While your heart is just like lead.
All the joy and all the sunshine
Seem to vanish at a stroke,
When your pocketbook is empty
And you find yourself stone-broke.
All the little songbirds’ singing
Seems to have a plaintive note,
And you find no silver lining
In the little clouds that float.
While your every aspiration
Seems to vanish into smoke,
When your pocketbook is empty
And you find yourself stone-broke.
There’s a cloud of sombre darkness
Seems to hover o’er the world,
And the flag of joy and brightness
Seems forever to be furled.
All the world’s a pall of darkness—
For I tell yon it’s no joke—
When your pocketbook is empty,
And you find yourself stone-broke.
Saw Wood and Say Nothing.
When a gossip comes around you.
Just “saw wood.”
With his news he wonld astound you
If he could.
When his mess of filth he’s spewing
Toward some* fellowman’s undoing,
If you cannot do some shooing,
Jnst “saw wood.”
When a knocker brings his hammer,
Just “saw wood.”
Yon may silence such a slammer
If you would.
Though he keep on talking, talking,
Turn a deaf ear to his knocking,
If his plans you would be blocking,
Just “saw wood.”
When a man runs down his city,
Just “saw wood.”
He is neither wise nor witty,
As he should.
Chances are that he has never
Lived elsewhere, bnt there forever,
Tell him home ties he should sever—
Then “saw wood.”
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Carey J. Williams, himself a column conductor, ttA
whose column “Jim Jams” in the Greensboro Herald-
Journal, is mentioned wherever brilliant newspap*
features in the Georgia press are discussed by new-
papers, in an article on “Column Conductors on tt*
Georgia Press,” throws the following boukuet to tt*
writer of this column:
James Wells, the Printer-Poet, conducts a col
umn on The Dalton Citizen similar to that of
Mr. Stanton’s. Mr. Wells’ poetry Is full of rich
•melody. He has composed many songs. Mr-
Wells is related to John D. Wells, the Buffalo
poet, who has a national reputation.
cussing with them different lines Of agriculture
other things that affect their lines, to introduce l
bred, stock, to form boys’ clubs, to teach us tbe
vention and cure of diseases among plants and 1
animals, or in other words, he is the farmers’ do
and teacher.
Now since the two great parties of onr natloo
dorse the promotion of agriculture and have <
agricultural colleges in onr state to train men for
work, shall we not take advantage Of It?
How much are we farmers ont by having a ‘
agent, nnd bow much will we lose by doing vnti
one. when tbe federal Smith-Lever fund pays P
finally half bis salary?
Stop a’Hi think! Ts the extra tax we have to
•'reefer then the benefit we receive from him?
So now is the time to show vonr colors, club
and farmers, who are not too old to learn. 1
bold to the system that has brought ns to whpr*
are now. n. T. KENEMK 1
Rocky Face. Ga.
Soul of Mine.
Soul of mine, when tbe wav Is steep,
Unlfer tbon not nor nnnsp to weep.
Nor voice complaint because tbe path
Ties not where meadow brooklets laugh;
For ’tls bv climbing step by step
■Umvnrd path. off- bv w^d storms swept,
Tha*- v-ifloTii n? vision is gained
And Wisdom’s lofty plains attained.
Son! of mine, wben tbe burden weighs
TTpnvllv and the wav Is ron<*b.
Murmur tbon not: it is enough
That strength is thine to bear tbe load - ’
Cheered bv sweet knowledge that the fO®®
Uomevnf rough, still nnward leads.
And Wisdom has onnnMed thx needs.
JESSTE BAXTER S-' fTTH '