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The Dalton Citizen
PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY.
When the Shoe Was on the Other Foot.
T. S. SHOPS Editor
T S. McOAMT -. Associate Editor
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DALTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 9, 1921.
President Harding is doing a lot of very good
talking, but he is doing nothing else.
Republican retrenchment is proving a delusion
to the people and a snare to the party.
Wonder what Russia thinks when she reads
of-riots like the Tulsa, Oklahoma, affair in the
old United States?
On The Job.
The Citizen is pleased to note that work on
the Dixie Highway between Dalton and the Ca
toosa county line is • now going on under state
supervision, and before the end of the summer the
road will be finished. The road will be taken over
and maintained by the state.
The state highway department is now getting
busy, as we understand, on several projects in the
state, and if the present program is maintained
in a few years Georgia will have a fine system of
public highways.
The system ought to prove entirely satisfac
tory, because it is feasible, and is followed by
many of the most forward states of the nation.
The Citizen was a very strong advocate of the
plan, and certainly is gratified to see real road
work begin. It should never be stopped until the
state has an adequate system, of first-class roads.
Good roads, good schools and spiritual churches
are the bed rocks of our civilization, and too
much attention cannot be given them, for in very
truth they have all been shamefully neglected in
the past.
Henry Ford now predicts synthetic eggs. Well,
we are not surprised. We have been expecting
for some time that the tin lizzies would begin
laying.
Dalton is a good chautauqua town. The at
tendance was good, the attractions were good—
and there will be chautauqua next year! The
backers are not down-hearted and never will be.
They ain’t built that way.
That Macon crowd who wants to impeach Gov
ernor Dorsey is being led by a down-and-out pol
itician, Judge Bartlett. The down-and-outers will
hardly stage a comeback playing to the lawless
elements. Not just yet.
Talking of disarmament, it is well enough to
note in passing that congress appropriated nearly
$500,000,000 for naval construction the other day.
When, oh, when are the taxpayers going to be
permitted to enjoy the results of a naval holiday?
Admiral Dewey said Josephus Daniels was one
of the best navy secretaries this country ever had.
We believe he was in a position to know and
judge better than our more or less “steamed,”
contemporary, the Macon News, which paper be
comes hysterical and silly about every time any
bodv mentions the name of Daniels or Wilson-
Not so Bad Off After All.
Judge Harper Hamilton for Speaker.
When one of thoughtful mind sits himself down
to review campaign promises and pledges, he is
liable to at once come to the conclusion that King
David was right when he assumed in his haste
that all men are liars. There may be a few rare
and radiant exceptions among the ordinary run
of folks, but when it comes to politicians there
are none.
When a man, mere man, runs for office he
promises any and everything, not once, not twice
or thrice, but all the time and everywhere, wheth
er necessary or not. Whatever for the moment
sounds plausible goes, or rather exudes from his
mouth. Later, when he finds himself in office
the people begin to demand a delivery of goods,
and4t is then that it dawns upon him that he was
a fool, or is one now. Maybe he was one and
still is.
During the last presidential campaign no party,
through its candidates, was so fulsome with prom
ises as the republican party. Retrenchment was
the slogan. The democratic party was charged
with extravagance and waste, notwithstanding
the fact that through its administration was
fought and won the greatest war in the history of
the world.
Now what are the republicans doing? In
times of peace they are spending more money than
the democrats spent in times of war, when every
thing had to be sacrificed to haste.
These are not the charges of democratic news
papers and democratic statesmen alone. They are
made alike by democrats and republicans. To
serve our purpose at this juncture we will quote
from the republican New York Herald. Read this
from it:
For the present fiscal year (ending with this
month, the Democratic heads of departments
asked for $5,064,350,793, and this was hailed as
wild extravagance. The Republican Congress
cut those estimates and appropriated to meet
the revised items $3,717,441,484, and this was
acclaimed bv the legislative hotly as heroic
economizing. But Secretary Mellon, of the
Treasury, figured that when the year closes
four weeks from now the actual spending will
have been $5,602,024,861, not counting post-
office outlay, which was included in the orig
inal estimates and the appropriations. If the
cost of the postal service is added, the spend
ings wall have exceeded six billions of dollars
as against the live billions of original esti
mates and the three and three-quarter billions
of appropriations.
When the democrats asked for $5,064,350,793,
the republicans voiced their protest like holy
crusaders. They were astounded at the extrav
agance of the democrats. Ip power they forget
extravagance, and have run over the democratic
figures in excess of a billion dollars.
All of which goes to show that the republicans
are fine financiers when the democrats are in the
saddle, but when they are themselves riding it is
quite different.
And on top of all this, in the face of world
exhaustion, the republicans have voted nearly five
hundred million dollars for additional naval con
struction.
War preparation instead of peace preparation!
And as people generally get what they prepare for
we need not be surprised to hear the alarms of
war again in the not distant future.
There are jingoes in both America and Japan
who see red all the time. There are yellow jour
nals in both nations fanning the flames and beat
ing the tom-toms of war without ceasing.
Let us hope and pray that Christianity, sanity
and horse sense will prevail long enough in the
world to route jingoism and selfish politics, the
twin curses today threatening the peace of the
world!
The report of deposits in America’s national
savings banks is probably one of the pleasantest
surprises following the much-talked-of financial
spree from which the country is sobering. For
a couple of years the most expensive luxuries were
none too good for those who were drawing treb
led wages. Lots of folks, it’s true, lost their
sense of consistency and their loss made them do
ridiculous things, but the report from savings
banks shows that all of them did not spend their
entire surplus for baubels. And this knowledge
makes us know that the country is not going to
the bow-wows, but all’s right with America, and
soon she will be hitting on all six industrially.
Figures show that before the war savings ac
counts totaled about $3,000,000,000, while the de
posits now stand at approximately $6,500,000,000,
or more than double the pre-war holdings. And
not only has the amount saved vastly increased,
but the number of savers has grown proportion
ately. Those who saved in the time of absurdly
cheap money are reaping a bounteous harvest, for
not only cumulative interest has accrued but the
value of the dollar is steadily climbing. Many a
dollar, which if it had been spent would have pur
chased about fifty cents worth of goods, was cor
ralled in a savings bank and is worth one hundred
cents, plus.
This section has a big percentage of those sane
people who, in the days of reckless extravagance,
did not spend their nest egg, because reports from
local banks are to the effect that the number of
systematic savers has grown and in the past six
years savings deposits have practically doubled.
A thrifty nation is a strong nation, and a coun
try can be thrifty‘only when its citizens individ
ually know the real meaning of thrift.
Judge Harper Hamilton, of Rome, will be a
candidate for speaker of the house of represent
atives. He is in every way qualified to fill the
position to which he aspires, and The Citizen
trusts that he may be successful.
He is now serving his second term in the legis
lature from Floyd county. He has twice been
judge of the City Court of Rome, a member of the
city commission and city council. It is a proud
boast of his friends that he has never yet been
defeated for any office before the people.
The race for speakership will be a three cor
nered one between Hamilton of Floyd, Neill of
Muscogee, and Ennis of Baldwin.
The Citizen hopes that its neighbor will be able
to land safely. His backers are going to make an
enthusiastic demonstration for him, and with his
strong following in the legislature he will at once
show up as a formidable candidate.
Over ninety per cent of the money raised by
the government is spent for wars. And yet we
boast of our civilization.
“Bishop Scores Society,” reads a headline. If
the bishops and preachers would preach the gos
pel instead of trying to dictate the clothes women
shall or shall not' wear, conditions would, in all
probability, begin to show improvement.
We see by the papers where Governor-elect
Hardwick is going to appear in person before the
senate and house to advise and confer with them
regarding the affairs of state. Thus does that
“damnable Wilsonism” get another “jolt.” It’s
a funny world, mates.
Retributive justice seems to be camping on the
trail of George Harvey. As a journalistic free
lance and mountebank he abused every public
man who failed to sneeze when he took snuff.
Now he is getting his from the American press
in large and copious draughts.
Georgia is proud that her literary geniuses are
receiving recognition. Mrs. Corra Harris was pre
sented honorary degree of doctor of literature at
the commencement exercises of Oglethorpe uni
versity last week. Mrs. Harris is known nationally
as “an author, essayist and revealer of life’s
beauty” and merits the distinction of being the
first woman to receive this signal honor from a
Georgia educational institution. Corra Harris’
achievements will be inspiriting to other women
who are hoping to add luster to southern literature.
Chautaqua.
Last week Dalton drank deep from the wells of
Americanism, philosophy and practical business
and is better equipped to face conditions as they
are. Last week music lovers had opportunities
which they long for frequently; and those who
love art and fun had many pleasant hours of real
enjoyment. Why? Because it was chautauqua
week, and the local guarantors had worked hard
to make everything pleasant for the audiences,
regardless of the outcome financially.
Chautauquas, unquestionably, are for the bet
terment of a community, and leave a people a little
more conscious of the open avenues of education.
It is to be regretted that towns can not have chau
tauquas come without underwriting them, but per
haps when the great majority of towns have be
come educated to their value this will be possible.
In the meantime the best thing to do is to under
write them, and thus give to hundreds of people
the opportunity to buy for a small price advantages
that will make them a more social, more musical,
more cultural people.
Every one seems pleased with chautauqua and
is anxious for it to come again, and the heartening
part of this year’s unusual situation is the spon
taneous way the men who are truly for Dalton
put over a chautauqua contract for next year.
Chautauquas have been a self-supporting propo
sition here, and should always be, but the mere
fact that the guarantors had to “dig up” a deficit
this year did not cause them to lose sight of the
help a chautauqua is educationally. That was a
“spunky bunch” who signed up for a chautauqua
next year, but a town would be a dead place in
deed without enough “spunk” or “pep” or “boost
ing” to leaven the whole.
It is to be hoped such numbers ■flill appreciate
the work done to bring a five-day chautauqua here
next year that its success will be assured.
Pueblo, Colo., has just about been wiped off the
map, by a great flood. It is estimated that the
property loss is between $15,000,000 and $20,000,-
000. The loss of life cannot be measured by money
value. It is not yet known how many people
perished in the flood. The governor of the state
is calling for relief, and the congress at Wash
ington is moving to lend government aid for the
stricken people.
What blunder caused the slump in the price of
cotton? In a letter commenting on the crime of
the Senate, Hon. W. H. Fleming, of Augusta, con
cludes that “the rejection of -the treaty and League
by our Senate was the greatest political ancT econ
omic blunder ever cpmmitted in American poli
tics; a blunder that deprived us of the moral lead
ership of the world, which we had already won.
Among other things it kept closed the best foreign
markets for the surplus products of our export
ing industries. It was this blunder that was the
underlying cause of the disastrous slump in the
price of cotton from more than forty cents to less
than twelve cents a pound, thus placing a burden,
grievous to be borne, on the agricultural inter
ests of the South.”
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CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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There is some dispute as to which hog is
the best hog—a Berkshire, a Poland-China
or a Duroc Jersey. But everybody agrees as
to which hog is the biggest, as well as the
meanest—the road hog.—Dallas New Era.
But you must not overlook the end seat hog.
Harding has been President three months
and we are still at war with Germany.
Thought he was going to wind this thing up .
in such a heluvahurry.—Bill Biffem, in Sa
vannah Press.
He w r as a candidate when he was going to wind
things up. He is president now.
Mr. Harding hopes that America won’t again
be called on to go to war. In this the pres
ident has no advantage over several patriotic
citizens of this country.—Rome Tribune-
Herald.
But wiiat is Mr. Harding doing to prevent
America from again being called on to go to war?
When Col. Harvey said in his London speech
that Mr. Harding and George Washington
were alike in some things probably he meant
they both liked pie and sniffed when they
caught cold.—Macon Telegraph.
Or snored w r hen asleep, or said damn when a
bill collector came breezing in.
So Luke McLuke has answered his final as
signment. He taught a lot of the youngsters
how, but they never seemed to do it quite so
well as the old man.—Savannah Press.
James A. Hastings (Luke McLuke) made thou
sands laugh and wince. He hated sham, hypoc
risy and pretense. He was both a humorist and
philosopher. We mourn his passing.
Separated as he is from his bank account,
perhaps Grover C. Bergdoll won’t have so
much money to squander on stamps with
which to forward sassy messages to the com
mittee which investigated his escape. And
that will hardly depress anybody but Grover.
—Macon Telegraph.
This Benedict Arnold w r ill yet suffer for his
infernal slackerism, cowardice and treason.
A merchant recently died who left an estate
of twenty-seven million dollars. When he
married he was working for a salary of ten
dollars a week, but he conceived the idea of
establishing five and ten cent stores and for
tune came smilingly his way. It is the little
things that count when they are taken care of
and put to work. Save your money and put it
in the bank until you get an opportunity for
a business deal. That is one of the sure roads
to success.—Sandersville Progress.
Failure js largely due to overlooking or pass
ing by the little things. A small leak will event
ually drain a large cistern.
The Dawson News thinks this is the silly
season in Georgia. It has evidently been read
ing the propaganda being issued by the Guar
dians of Liberty, the Dixie Defense League,
the Inter-Racial Committee, Judge Searcy, Sam
Olive and other self-appointed saviors of the
state. The didoes being cut by these axe-
grinders may fool some people, but there are
a great many people who are not being fooled.
—Madison Madisonian.
We are in accord with most of what is said
by the Madison paper. We believe the Inter
racial Committee is composed mainly of people
who have no axes to grind, and are sincere in
their efforts to better race relations in Georgia.
According to The Telegraph, bare, powdered
knees with short skirts made their appearance in
Macon Monday. On the same day Johnny Spen
cer’s green and gold sanctum sanctirino was mov
ed, so as to give him a front window outlook, or
outlet, whichever you prefer. And while looking
out, or outlooking, this is the way his low-flung
typewriter run ’em together:
An (ther thing the Hune Britjp cam pit dowm
in h3r little bokk is this. Wh4n Dovey slack-
up in h9s thirstfor th3 nectar distilledby h2r
ruby lips and begins to ask ifshe’s sure she8s
not putting toomuch ornot eno8h something
in the-coffee, why, the Joneymoon is feverish
ly pickingat the coverlid andis notlong for
this crassworld.
♦ EXCHANGE OPINION ♦
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When a Nation Went Down on Its Knees.
May 30 has been set aside as a day for ob-
•serving the memory of those knightly young
Americans who died for human liberty. On this
day we are supposed to wear a crimson poppy in
token of their blood of sacrifice. In the cities
these poppies are sold, the proceeds going to the
French war orphans.
But it is an anniversary more important even
than that; it is the anniversary of the 'day that
marked the turning point of the World War.
May 30, 1918, three short years ago, one hun
dred million American people went down on their
knees in prayer to the Great Father that peace
might come to the world.
The day was set aside by proclamation of the
Commander-in-Chief of the American Army and
Navy, and by the Governors of the several States
as a day for fasting and prayer for the success
of. the American arms.
Throughout the nation the wheels of industry
stood still; the doors of commerce were closed;
the churches were open, and thronged with peo
ple on their knees in prayer. _ , .
At Chicago, James Hamilton Lewis told that
America had a million men overseas and at that
hour the second largest navy in the world; at
New Orleans, the grizzled and gray Confederate
Veterans sent up petitions for their sons overseas;
in Atlanta a vast throng congregated at Five
Points, led by Mayor Candler and Governor Dor
sey in prayer service; in Tifton, the business
houses closed and people filled the churches; in
the county, services were held at churches and
school houses. The writer attended one.of these
services at a small country church, where per
haps a dozen had gathered, and there caught a
vision and inspiration that lasts today, and, please
God, will last so long as life—and we hope a
little longer.
All thinking men, religious or atheist, believe
in the power of prayer. Godly men say that it is
Divine answer to a petition to the throne of grace;
the atheist says that it is the reflex power of con
centrated thought and purpose. We have our own
opinion. All we know is that the prayers of the
American people on that day were answered so
quickly, so thoroughly and so completely that the
world—including America—was astounded. Per
haps something else caused that answer; we know
there were many contributing factors, but the
prayer was made in all faith and earnestness; the
things that were prayed for came about.
At the time this nation went down on its
knees was the darkest hour for the Allied arms.
The Hun had broken through the British lines
and had Haig’s army with its back to the sea, in
such desperate straits that the Commander issued
an appeal to his men to stand and die. Only a
narrow strip less than twelve miles wide con
nected the British and French communications at
Amiens; once severed, and the enemy could dis
pose of the two armies at leisure. The German
javelin had driven through the French lines west
of Rheims and, piercing far down toward the
Marne, was pointing directly at the heart of Paris,
less than forty miles away. The gigantic gun be
hind the forest of St. Gobain was daily dropping
its shells into Paris. Russia had fallen to pieces,
and the German armies in the East had been
brought to reinforce Ludendorff in the West. Ru
mania had collapsed, had been overrun and looted,
its rich store of oil and grain going to supply the
Hun. Serbia beaten into helplessness and the
Turk and Bulgar ready to come over the unbroken
railway from Berlin to Constantinople to help the
German. Hun submarines were taking daily fear
ful toll of Allied ships, commerce and lives. On
this side, enemies of their country’ and friends of
the Hun were trying to obstruct the enforcement
of the draft law, through which it was hoped to
quickly raise armies to send to the rescue.
Indeed, it was dark and dismal time for the
cause of human liberty.
And then one hundred million Americans
went down on their knees in prayer, at one time
and at one hour.
Seven days later, June 6, 1918, American
troops for the first time took the offensive, the
Marines going over the top for a signal victory.
Followed in rapid succession Chateau Thierry,
Cantigny, the Marne, Soissons, the Ourq, Jaul-
gonne, Fere-en-Tardenois, and the Oise. The
danger to Paris was removed; the British drove
the Huns from in front of Amiens, later the Hin-
denburg line was crossed; then came St. Mihiel,
the Argonne, the great German rout, and peace.
All within nineteen days less than six months after
the great day of fasting and prayer.
No matter what the cause, we got what we
asked for.
It was a great day, my countrymen; a day
America should never forget—and some Ameri
cans never will.
Oh, would that some Divine power would give
us again, even for a few days, some of the spirit
and inspiration that filled American hearts that
day; for a forgetfulness of selfishness and sordid
ness, and a return to days of high endeavor and
exalted ideas; a return to the day'when Ameri
cans are once more patriots!—Tifton Gazette.
Profits of the Middleman.
Reproducing some figures appearing in the En
quirer-Sun not long ago, furnished by Vice-Pres
ident Green of the Southern Railway System, to
Senator Harris, of Georgia, showing the enormous
profits the middlemen receive on watermelons
shipped from Georgia to the northern markets, the
Meriwether Vindicator asks:
Can not an outrage like this be stopped?
Is the farmer always to be at the mercy of
the middleman thief? Is the government pow
erless to prevent such robbery?
Farming would pay if the robbery prac
ticed by the middleman was cut out. The
truth is, the world has grown rich upon the
products of the farmer, while he has become
poorer.
Whether or not this outrage can be stopped
we are not in a position to say with authority; all
we can say is that it has not been stopped; but
it should be stopped if there is any way to do it.
The demand upon the watermelon grower for
his product is necessarily limited by the ability
of the consumer to pay the price asked for it by
the middleman. It is unnecessary' to say that
there are many who would like very much to pur
chase watermelons, but who do not because of
their inability to stand the exorbitant prices that
are charged for them by the middleman—the man
who last handles them and delivers to the con
sumer.
If this middleman were willing to handle the
melons at a less profit his sales would show a
large increase and he would reap an aggregate
profit that would be much greater than that which
he receives on the lesser number of melons sold at
the high prices. The melon .grower, also, would
be greatly benrefitted because he would be able to
dispose of a much larger number of melons an
nually if the prices were lower to the consumer,
due to the fact that there would be a much larger
consumption, and, consequently a much larger
demand upon the grower of the melons.
In the figures published in the Enquirer-Sun
it was shown that melons yielding the grower 7.5
cents and the carrier 12.7, shipped from Albany
to Baltimore, or, a total of 20.2 cents for the pro
ducer and the carrier, sold in'Baltimore for $1.
This gives the retailer in Baltimore 79.8 cents
profit on the deal, and that is outrageous.
Of course the Baltimore dealer must take some
risk, but it seems that he could well afford to sell
the melon for half the amount he gets for it and
still make a prpfit. Should he do this he would
find sale for more than twice as many melons as
he sells, which would increase his total profits
largely. For where only one hundred persons
for instance, might be able to .pav $1 for a melon
there might be five hundred who would be able
to pay 50 cents for it- But even if there were only
three hundred found able to pav 50 cents for it
the sales of melons would be increased largely
and his profits would keep pace with the increase
However, this is not really the question in
volved. The remedy for the situation is what the
Vindicator is seeking. We confess we don’t know
^ hat it is, but there should be one. The grower
of melons should have some sort of protection
agamst such profiteering as that shown to be in
dulged m by the-middlemen dealers in melons.
'Whether or not there is any law to reach
these dealers we do not know. Whether a law
reaching them would be held to be valid is a
question. It might be argued that the dealer pays
for the melons, that he does not force any one to
buy them at the prices he asks for them and that,
therefore, there is no way to reach him.
In the meantime, however, it is very discourag
ing to the melon grower when he learns that a
melon for which he receives.only 7% cents is sold
by the retailer for a dollar.—Columbus Enquirer-
Why the Editor Left Town.
Some Ginnhound subscriber to the “Poketown
Gazette” brought ,n a few bottles of home brew
to the editor, and the same day he received for
publication a wedding announcement and a notice
byhe^zetS”' ***** *** the result s published
“Wm. Smith and Miss Lucy Anderson were dis
posed of at Public outcry at my farm one mile east
of the beautiful cluster of roses on her breast and
two white calves, before a background of farm im
plements too numerous to mention in the present
of about seventy guests, including two milk cowc
six mules and one flivver. Rev. Jackson tied the
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
- BY JAMES WELLS —
Writer of New*paper Verse, Hymn.p^
and Popular Song Lyrics : ; Poem *
Wouldn’t It Be Awful.
(A new ether has been discovered
which will make one tell everythin" y smff '0f
and tell it truthfully.) ° one kn o Ws ~.
If some one came to visit you
Just a wearisome old bore—
And you really felt like throwins
The unwelcome one out door. °
Then if some one slipped you ether
And the truth you had to tell ’
You would quickly, tell your
That you wished he was in h
v is’tor
-11.
If wife’s mother came to see you
And she brought along her'trunk
And you said, “I’m glad to see von
And that little line of bunk
Then if you should sniff some ether
From the truth you could not straw
You would go at once and tell her ’
That you wish she’d stay away.
If you loved a little girlie
And you thought she loved vou, too
And you slipped to her some ether
Just to see what she would do,
Then if she should up and tell vou
What a “simp” you seemed to'be
I fear you’d drop your ether
In the bottom of the sea.
Then if peanut politicians
Should be forced the stuff to take
When they ran for re-election, ’
Oh, how could they ever fake 0
If the truth about their party
And their record should be told
Every blooming politician
Would be left out in the cold.
World’s All Right.
World’s all right, goin’ on its way,
In the dark of night or the light of day
An’ the song it sings as it jogs along ‘ ’
Is, “I’m all right and its you that’s wrong.”
World’s all right, goin’ on its way,
An’ it says, “Reformer, let me tell vou prav
Do not reform me, not for fame or pelf 3 ’
If you must do reforming just reform yourself.”
“When the Cat’s Away the Mice Will Pl ay »
“Stand up and take your beating,”
Said the mouse unto the cat.
“Stand up and take a whipping;
I will show you where you’re at.
“Long enough you’ve chased and bullied—
When I venture from my crack
Just stand up and take your beating—
I’ve been drinking raisin jack.
******
James Wells in The Dalton Citizen says the
shortest poem in the English language is:
We
De
spise
Flies.
Wells is mistaken. We know two that beat that
There’s the sentimental lovers’ serenade:
I
Plea
For
Thee.
That beats it by three letters, and the later
confession of this poetic swain to his exacting,
practical wife, has it beaten nearly one-third of
its length:
I
Lie
To
You!
. —Harvey P. Haralson, in Conyers Times.
Talking about short poems, here’s another.
I
Spy
A
Fly.
Which beats Brother Haralson’s “pome” one letter.
A Night in June.
A cheerful cricket chirping merrily;
A night bird calling far off o’er the lea;
A little brooklet babbling in its bed;
And a gosh-darned “skeeter” singing round your
head.
A Stingy Guy.
A very stingy guy, indeed.
Is my friend Robert Knoll;
When e’er he eats a doughnut up
He always saves the hole.
Just a Filler.
I would not write
This little rhyme,
But to fill space
And kill some time.
Pay the Price.
If Dame Fortune you’re pursuing.
Bo, you must be up and doing
Or your slothfulness be ruing
If the old dame you’d entice:
For you can not win by wishing—
Cannot catch fish without fishing—
If you wish to be a winner
You
Must
Pay
The Price-
So there is no use in whining.
Nor in sighing or repining:
If your pockets you’d be lining.
Empty dreams can cut no ice.
You must get a busy bustle—
Get a hump and get a hustle—
If you wish to be a winner
You
Must
Pay
The Price.
nu Ptial knot with two hundred feet of
and the bridal couple left on one good J
Sang plow for an extended trip with ter
the purchasers. They will be at horn
friends with one good baby buggy a
Kitchen utensils after ten months from d
responsible parties and some fifty _
That’s why the editor departed.—Swi
... A Worthy Example.
A bank at Dalton has offered «200 in
*° be exhibited at the Whitfield Co
Y\ men means that Whitfield county fa
not going to pay freight on feed for their
next winter.—Rome News.
. That’s what it means. Whitfield
in splendid shape—so is the City of Dai
tarmers diversify, because it means s
prosperity.—Dalton Citizen.
t here is, of course, a good deal of cot
m the fields of Georgia this year, hul
ndes over the country is inevitably imprt
the fact that food crops have been gi v(
ence as perhaps never before in the J
tho state. On many farms no cotton i
aud o° where is there evidence of the si
the disastrous all-cotton farming whicl
tong the curse of the section. “Hog, Ho
«ay seem to have the right-of-way, as
aave been true all these years.—Albany 1
Diversified farming wiH prove to be '
of Georgia, whose fertile soil respon
ably to almost every known agricultu
fruit, berry and vegetable.—Atlanta Jour: