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' THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, JULY 7' 1921. Dalton Citizen PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY. V. 8. SHOPS „ Editor T S. McOAMY : Associate Editor Official Organ of the United States Oircnit and District Courts, Northwestern division. Northern District of Georgia. OFFICIAL ORGAN OF WHITFIELD COUNTY, Terms of Subscription One Year $1.50 Six Months .75 Three Months . . *d® Payable in Advance Advertising Rates on Application. Entered at the Dalten, Ga., postoffice for transmission through the mails as second-class matter. DALTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 7, 1921. The Fourth was both glorious and sane in Dal- tbn. ' Possibilities of Childhood. Fourth of July without showers. Who said the day of miracles is past? Tom Watson voted against the confirmation of Mr. Taft as chief justice. Certainly, and for which the latter should feel complimented. Same Old Stuff. Since I have been in the U. S. senate at tempt after attempt has been made to slip that noose over our necks. To handcuff and shackle us and every time they have tried I have jumped to the front and fought them just as hard as I could. I told you last year that effort would be renewed and I tell ybu now we can’t afford to relax our vigilance one bit.—Tom Watson in Union City speech. Wonder how Georgia ever got along without Watson in the senate? He referred in the above to the League of Na tions, which of course this country will eventu ally enter. It will be forced to do it. The peace resolution passed the other day doesn’t mean anything. Cotton has not advanced in price as a result. Neither have any other farm products, or anything else as for that matter. It is a miserable piece of business, and is a reflection on the intelligence of the membership of the so-called “greatest deliberative body in the world.” Watson in the senate doesn’t amount to as much as a knot on a log, and further, he never, will, because he is in open rebellion against everything that is good for the country. There is nothing constructive about him. He can talk and write plausibility for his crowd, and no matter what he says or writes it suits them. Black is white, if he says so, and the moon .is made of green cheese. “Banks have had to close doors; merchants have gone into bankruptcy; fields are deserted, and some of the lands won’t bring enough to pay the taxes,” dramatically exclaimed Mr. Watson in one of his perfervid outbursts, and yet as a senator, he has done nothing to bring relief. He has talked and talked, and that is all he has done. Why doesn’t he do something to send the price of cot ton up? If he were not a member of the senate he could very readily tell it how to do to send up prices of ajl commodities, give employment to the jobless, and open up the busted banks, make populous with farm hands the deserted fields, and increase the value of the land that “won’t bring enough to pay the taxes.” But being a Jack Cade in office he is both helpless and powerless. He can only paw the air, yell at Wilson, the Federal Reserve banks, Guggenheim and Morgan—the same kind of stuff he has been passing out for thir ty years. Under the head of “Watsonism’s Failure” the Macon Telegraph says: Don Quixote, thou art a brave knight. And but for thee and thy valiant steed, those wind mills yonder would partake of the shape of dread dragons and devour the countryside. “Since I have been in the United States sen ate, attempt after attempt has been made to slip that noose over our necks, to handcuff and shackle us, and every time they have tried, I have jumped to the front and' fought them as hard as I could”—referring to the men who struggle to “establish a League ot Nations to compromise you and your freedom.” Those are words of Mr. Watson—we are afraid you already knew it. Those are the ex clamations of that venerable patriot that rep resents Georgia in the United States senate— but it is probably not necessary to tell you. “Banks have had to close doors, merchants have gone into bankruptcy, fields are deserted, and some of the lands won’t bring enough to pay the taxes.” Closed banks, bankrupt merchants, desert ed fields, unprofitable lands—but why? The United States did not enter the League of Nations, so that can have nothing to do with it. Mr. Watson and the republican party did get elected, so we haven’t their defeat to enter into the situation. With the League out of the way and Mr. Watson in the senate, isn’t that enough to bring prosperity to Amer ica? We heard it was when Mr. Watson and 1 the republican party were out to keep Amer ica from entering the Versailles affair—al though, incidentally, if Mr. Watson had never been-born, the republicans would have han dled the matter by themselves just as it was handled. We recall that one Woodrow Wilson said in effect that “Whosoever shall buck this tide shall be swept high and dry”; and although the demagogues won their victory, the people are left at home with the bag to hold. Georgians fought a World War for Liberty. “Liberty for what and for whom?” asks Mr. Watson. Lib erty for Mr. Watson, of course, and his kind. Liberty for the men who first opposed the war and then opposed all we won by it. Lib erty for the men who so locked the wheels of international affairs that millions of bales of cotton are tied up in southern warehouses —and that means Tom Watson andhis damn- Europe crew. Liberty for men who raise the. banner of self and call it the Stars and Stripes. Liberty for the men who when all history’s greatest attempt to set up law and order throughout the world was on the verge of success, arose and said that world law and order was anti-American in principle. And nothing has ever been so false and so mis leading. The tide is sweeping in—and even the dem agogues will be caught on its crest before it is hurled back by the constructive forces that are so hateful to one Thomas E. Watson. Farmers head the list of those who go crazy, says an exchange. No wonder. They can’t stand everything, and the advice of politicians, too . - And to think it cost a million and a half for a twelve minutes slugging match between a gentle man and a brute. It goes to show how very fool ish a lot of people are. Tom Watson is now charging up about all the government ills to the federal banks. Oh, piffle, what a useful commodity you prove to be when a demagogue wants to use you. Originality is a very beautiful thing, but, after all, there is very little true originality. Nearly every idea of today has been given birth before, but because perhaps treated in another way grew to a different maturity. Thus thoughts and aspi rations of thousands of yesterdays are used today and probably will be used tomorrow. Today we borrow our thought from a poem “The Man To Be” by Edgar Guest which stresses the responsibility of parents in the following way: The Man To Be. Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt, And somewhere, as a little boy, thqt future hero plays about. Within some humble home, no doubt, that instru ment of greater things Now climbs upon his father’s knee, or to his mother’s garments clings. And when shall come that call for him to render service that is fine, He that shall do God’s mission here may be your little boy or mine. Some day the world will need a man! I stand beside his cot at night And wonder if I’m teaching him, as best I can, to . know the right. I am the father of a boy—his life is mine to make or mar— And he no better can become that what my daily teachings are; There will be need for someone great—I dare not falter from the line— The man that is to serve the world may be that little boy of mine. The world is going to need not only one man but MEN and WOMEN to forge ahead and see that the work of the day is done and the ideals of our forefathers are upheld. These men and women must come from the homes of today, and into their early life must be woven the principles of right, their training must be thorough and their minds encouraged to think. Their health must be guard ed, for their physical well-being determines in a measure their fitness for the duties of tomorrow. In the forties there came into a humble home in Milan, Ohio, a little bit of humanity to be cher ished by his mother who helped him as he grew older to get as much of an education as their meager funds permitted. Today sees fulfilled the possibilities of childhood, but who three score years ago could foresee that this boy’s invention would make his name—Thomas Edison—world famous? In the late fifties there was born into a Presby terian minister’s home in Staunton, Va., a boy who romped and studied and grew from day to day amid wholesome surroundings. But then who realized that all the generations that had gone before were to “pave the way for one—one man to serve the Will Divine?” And the world progressed-jnany years in one because of Wood row Wilson’s service to humanity. He proved to be “the man of courage in a time of doubt.” In the sixties to Polish parents came a little girl “Marie” who as Madame Curie is today doing so much for the world through her and her hus band’s discovery, radium. In the seventies G. Marconi whose life has changed the method of world communication was born in a Bologna home. His early life was like that of many boys, but a trained mind enabled him to render a service that binds every part of the globe together. In the eighties—but a short while ago—there began a little life at Robbins, Tenn. This little Tennessee tike—Bruce Barton—developed his per spective and because of his own will and his home influence has become one of the best com-, momsense editorial writers of today, and his good infltrence is reaching farther than perhaps he ever hoped it would. And just as the homes of yesterday were called on to give us the workers and thinkers of’today, so of today’s homes will be demanded doers for tomorrow’s work. Truly “In some little bed to night the great man of tomorrow' sleeps, and He who sent him here, the secret of his purpose keeps.” Would your little boy or little girl be ready should the world summon one of them tomorrow for a big task? It would be your life’s greatest disappointment should your child be summoned and because of omissions of his parents not be able to serve his generation and leave a name to be remembered by posterity. Perhaps we have not attained the heights we once anticipated, but in our children we have a second opportunity. Let us re-read “The Man to •Be” and let our minds dwell for aw’hile upon the responsibility that parenthood brings. Editor Rucker, of Alpharetta, admonishes us to go 'easy with Woodall, of LaGrange, that he is a preacher, and is no doubt praying for us. All we got to say is we don’t want his kind to pray for us. The Power of Advertising. “I made Wrigley’s synonymous with chew ing gum by advertising. When people saw Wrigley’s they thought of gum. When they wanted gum they thought of Wrigley s, he continued. . “Advertising is the locomotive pulling your business along. Stop advertising, disconnect the locomotive and your business slows down to a stop. You’ll lose a lot of valuable time getting started again. -* ’ “An advertising splurge is seldom very ef fective. People forget your store, your busi ness, as soon as you forget them. Keep them thinking about your store by thinking about the people, and the only way to reach them is by advertising. , . M . "Remember when you advertise that you are advertising, not boasting. vy- , “Don’t spread your advertising out too thin! “The newspapers are one of the most ef- fective methods of advertising, fof* many ob- vious reasons. Practically everyone reads a newspaper.” . “Once you are in business advertising is a necessary investment.. It gets you what you always need, more business. Theres no quicker or more reliable way to grow than to advertise.” said Mr. Wrigley. “Mv first advertising contract was for $3UU. Last year I spent $3,500,000 in advertising ‘Wrigley’s.’ Now I spend $10,000 a day. “Figure out how many sticks of gum must be sold to meet this advertising appropriation alone and see for yourself how advertising gets results.” The appointment of Wm. Howard Taft as chief justice of the supreme court of the United States is a most appropriate selection. Mr. Taft is uni versally popular, and is eminently fitted to fill the place acceptably. The Prevalence of Crime. Eminent psychologists, busines men, and all oth ers as for that matter, are offering various and sundry explanations as to the cause or causes of the crime wave which is wet-blanketing the United States. We must confess it, and we do it with shame, that there is more crime in the United States than in any other civilized country. Here we have constitutional prohibition, and it used to be said by the advocates of this “reform” that most of our ills were due to strong drink. This must not be true, but there are many very eminent per sons in this country who attribute much of the crime to the prohibition law. It has done its part in making lawlessness popular, and where there is disrespect for one law, there is not enough respect for ^ny. According to William B. Joyce, president of the National Surety Company, crime is attributable to eleven, causes, all of which are the result of the war. Within the last year the surety companies of the United States have'paid out $16,000,000 in bur glary and embezzlement insurance. And it might here he stated that this doesn’t represent the full amount. Frequently embezzled funds are made good'by relatives of the embezzler, which is high brow for thief. Mr. Joyce sums up as follows: Widespread disrespect for law-and proper ty, due to cynicism and callousness brought on by the war; greater opportunity for dis honesty now than before the war; discontent as a result of exaggerated reports of profits made through the war; war experiences of, criminals tending to make them more hard ened; reaction from high wages and extrava gant living of the war period; unemployment among those recently attracted *to cities and who refuse to return to their fonner commun ities; published reports of enormous flotations of investment securities with their implica tion that some of the people do not have their rightful share of wealth; doctrines of social ism. bolshevism, etc.; inadequate accounting methods with their misleading get-rich-quick showings; carelessness in employing those unworthy to be trusted, and the lavish and unseemly display of valuables in public places. One or two of the Georgia weeklies take para graphs from “Topics in Brief” page of Literary Digest and revamp them, running them as some thing purely original. Those who practice this may fool themselves, but they fool no one else. The Digest is widely read, and it doesn’t take a sleuth to detect stolen items from it. ♦ ♦ ♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦ ♦ ♦ Tex Rickard is said to have netted $550,000 out of the Dempsey-Carpentier fight.;—Rome Tribune-Herald. It must be true that a sucker is born every min ute. It is said the worst criminals in New York are mere youths.—Greensboro Herald-Jour- nal. This will come very near holding good every where else. What shall the harvest be? The time to advertise is when business is dull est. It is then that the appeal ought to go out in the loudest and most convincing terms. Many merchants complain of the inroads the mail order houses make on their business. They do make inroads, and they do it by constant ad vertising. They never let up. The very fact that this is true is the best evidence that advertising pays. The mail order man is not personally known to his customers, yet he gets the business through the power of advertising. It is more pow erful tharf 4 the personality of the non-advertiser, though he may have a speaking acquaintance with every man in the territory he serves. Mr. Wrigley, of chewing gum fame, gives testi mony to continuous, persistent advertising in the following interview: “It was on a train carrying me from Chica go to my home in Passadena. A man who overheard my name mentioned by others, ap proached me,” says an Exchange.' 1 “Are you the Mr. Wrigley who manufact ures chewing gum?” he asked. “I’m the man,” I answered. “Then, Mr. Wrigley, I’ve something to say to you,” he said. “I’ve all the respect in the world for a successful business man—under stand that—but, you’re making a great mis take.” “What is it?” I asked him, for I’m always anxious to learn my mistakes. “How. much are you spending in advertis ing?” “Ten thousand dollors a day,” “Well, you’re losing money fast! You' should not have to advertise any more. Ev eryone knows your gum. Advertising can’t help you much any more.” “My friend,” I said, “we’re riding on a train. What would happen to this car if the locomo tive was disconnected and went on ahead? Well, that’s what would happen to my busi ness if I stopped advertising.” . “And in my answer to my well-intentioned friend lies a great secret of successful adver tising. The New York Herald notes that Horace Greeley said “the way to resume is to re sume,” and in Washington it should be re membered that the way to economize is to stop spending.—Savannah Press. How is it going to be done with so many “de serving republicans” hollering for pie? It is said that they are not going to pub lish the names of the profiteers in Washing ton. Possibly it is regarded as too great an undertaking.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun. On the other hand there might not be anybody left fo read the list if it were published. People don’t like to read about their own hoggishness. It is said that a mild use of ether will make people say what they know or think without reservation. The question is, was it ether or something at the banquet over in “wide- open” England that made Harvey and Sims so talkative?—Cedartown Standard. Hardly. Those two fellows have always been more or less talkative—generally more. See by the paper that women filled many of the costlier seats at the Dempsey-Carpentier fight. Well, why not? Hasn’t a woman every right in the world to be a saphead if she wants to?—Macon, Telegraph. Saphead is hardly the right name. Sucker seems, to us the better. There’s as much money in the country as • there ever was; there’s as much property in the country as there ever was; the trouble is that everybody has gotten scared and nobody has any confidence in anybody. Everything is coming around allright -o the man who keeps kicking.—Winder News. That’s the right kind of talk—a fine sermon ^in a few words. Another negro was lynched in Mississippi on Wednesday. As Georgia and Mississippi seem to be running a >306 ,in lynching ne groes* it is Georgia’s time next.—Albany Her ald. We believe in being generous to one’s state, but as Georgia is ahead of Mississippi we can hardly concede that it is Georgia’s time next. What some people lack in brains they make up in brass and imprudence.—Greensboro Herald-Jpurnal. 1 And impudence. George Rucker says: ‘*We’d rather be a member of the Cool Creek Go-m-washm club, than of the legislature.” Shut your mouth, George! How dare you mention a thing like that when the thermometer is peeping at the 100 notch?—Commerce News. * George may be off on some things, but he s right this time. Give us a membership in the Cool Creek Go-in-washin’ club every time in pref erence to one in the Jaw-Jaw legislature. The new governor couldn’t forego the op portunity to take a parting shot'at Ex-Presi dent Wilson and Ex-Governor Dorsey in his political speech on the occasion of his inaugu ration. The Madisonian doesn’t think any more of Hardwick than it did before.—Mad isonian. Mr. Hardwick’s “inaugural address” was char acteristic of the man 'delivering it—very small. The editor of the Tribune received an in vitation to the annual convention of the mu nicipal league of Georgia and to the luncheon which followed at the Ansley Hotel, but inas much as we are opposed to the municipal league and its purposes, we did not attend. —Walton Tribune. The same is true with us. We are admonished by the good book to avoid the very appearance of evil. It’s igetting almost so in* this country that if a married man happens to meet his friend’s wife downtown and asks her to have an ice cream or something people will talk about them.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun. Uh, huh! Bet old man Tucker has been set ting up his fat girl friend, and the gossips have caught him. Serves him right, doggone him.—Dalton Citizen. If we should happen to see Old 'Shope at the press meeting in Washington, no doubt he will be ready to offer an'apology for scan dalizing us that way.—Columbus Enquirer- Sun. We thought we were complimenting, you, Brother Tucker. If the amende honorable is the thing, here it is. Judging from a few remarks we read in the Columbus Enquirer-Sun, we are led to believe that paper is not much impressed with the idea of making Clark Grier prohibition enforce- ment. officer for the state. We have been thinking all the while that the suggestion was meant as a joke.—Dalton Citizen. ' Our friend must have misread what we wrote; for we were very much “impressed with the idea of making Grier prohibition officer for Georgia”—it impressed us as being about the meanest joke that anyone could think of playing on prohibition. For fur ther information we might refer to the supe rior court records of Richmond county.—Co lumbus Enquirer-Sun. Nope, we didn’t misread what you wrote. The very idea of making Clark Grier prohibition en forcement officer is a joke—Whether so meant or not. But, then, maybe after all, he is the best the republicans have for the job. * * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦ * • Harps and Hymns. To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen: We are told heaven is a place of eternal rest; and tHe orthodox meaning of rest is simply doing nothing more laborious than thrumming harps and singing hymns. But worth-while people do not want to spend eternity thruming harps and singing hymns. In this world they find the pur est joy of life in worthy work well done; and they cannot imagine how a higher jov can exist m a world where there is nothing to'be aspired alter, nothing to be overcome, nothing to be learned, and no big, difficult things to be done. Inej know that in this world idlenes is ruinous. They know that in this w'orld the best and hap piest people are those who fljfve a worthy work t° do and are doing it with all their might. Here no man ever reaches the limit of his capa- bihty. His powers of mind are inexhaustible. 1 hey could go on develping power. Wonder why such powers were given us if thev were intended to be used only in this little world? It is not work that wearies the soul and takes the sweet ness out of life; but the wrong work. Give a man his own place, his own tools and his own work, and the day will not be long chough for mm to weary of the tools or to exhaust the joy of the work. Yonder is a man the neighborhood knows as a shoe cobbler, but in his soul are pur- ^ anf I rolling seas and morning stars and the music of the spheres. It is his soul that 1S -M OI . nS ^heaven. The cobbler’s bench and to'ols will be left behind. It seems that heaven would he a place where his poet-soul will find everlast ing and unhindered expression. Among his pile of books sits a sage, deep-eyed hoary and wrinkled. All his life he has been searching after knowledge. He began asking questions as soon as he could talk. Go ask him now what knowledge he has attained, and he will teil you he has gathered a handful of pearls on the beach, but that the unexplored ocean of truth rolls away forever and forever. When that man closes his deep eyds and thin white hands, nas his search for knowledge forever ended? If it has, how can he be happy unless he loses his personality?, If he loves his personality, he has perished. It seems heaven would be a place where every soul could use its own powers to the futlness of their capability; and that the harps and the hymns are but the emblems of the eternal harmony of life and of development in heaven . JESSIE BAXTER SMITH. ♦ EXCHANGE OPINION ♦ SSSSSiSSISSSSiJiSlJliilijjjjjmij “The Republican Failure.” The Boston Transcript, an independent repub lican newspaper, speaks out quite boldly upon what it tei*ms “The Republican Failure,” having particular reference to the congressional branch of the government, and especially to the house of representatives. “Already,” says the Transcript, at the executive end of Pennsylvania avenue the whispered admission is heard that the administra tion would find much easier the job of keeping its campaign promises if the republican majorities m the senate and house were not so large,” and the Transcript goes on to say: If popular sentiment here can be accepted as a barometer of popular sentiment else where, we think we can safely promise the president that the next congressional election will result m a considerable reduction in the republican majority in each house. But the congressional elections are more than a year away, and the new senators and members of congress then to be elected will not take their seats until 1923. That is too long for even a patient people to wait for relief from the shortcomings of a congress so blatantly cal lous as is the present house to the country’s current needs. The failure of the republican majority in the house to raise up a leadership capable of doing the work that the republican party pledged itself to do fronts the president with the obligation of facing the facts and act ing in their light. If he is unwilling or una ble, through the exercise of the vast influence of his office, or through the attractive amia bility of his own personality, to bring order out of chaos in the house, it is high time that CHEERY lays for DREARY DAYS' ===== BY JAMES WELLS —— Writer of Newspaper Verse, Hvr.m and-Popular Song Lyrics - n '“oem, . Stolen Fruit Small boy m an apple tree Just as happy as could be ’ Eating apples by the score. Soon his little tummy’s sore Doctor came, but no avail Willie hit the heavenly trail Now he sleeps ’neath April sh™, Q While his friends “sayRffJJS*, Sambo in a melon patch Thought a melon he would snatch- Cut the melon, red, oh, bo- cn ’ What a feast he did enjoy'' ’ But ’twas “ipecacked.” ’twac nio Soon old Sambo was in pain P ln ‘ Then poor Sambo’s black erpw „ , As he played Jonah and iKffi Fellow stole another’s wife- Swore he loved her as his life Called her “sugar” and such thina Thought that sdl she lacked was After they were married-vow) lngS ‘ Every day brought on a row No more “sugar” for this dame- She was called another name. Fellow stole some bootleg booze Moonshine hootch, sir, if voir ^ Thought he’d have a fiigh’oTd To be sober was a crime e ’ Tipped the jug up to his ii D Sorter let the sister slip Raised the jug up to his head Took a swig—and then fell dead. Tr i Keep Courage. Keep eburage tho’ the day be grav And drear the skies and dark th°e wav And hope lends not one little ray y ’ Keep courage. y ’ Keep courage when all hope seems Cnno And deep despair’s abysses vawn 8 De ’ For darkest hour precedes the dawn. Keep courage. dWI1 » ™ . ‘ A , Barrel of Whiskey. What a barrel of whiskey contains- A barrel of headaches, of heartaches nf, A barrel of curses, a barrel of blows f A barrel of sorrow for a loving wife A barrel of care, a barrel of strife A barrel of unavailing regret A barrel of cares, a barrel of debt / A barrel of hunger, of sorrow, pain A barrel of hopes all blasted and vain A barrel of poverty, ruin and blight ' A barrel of tears that run in the night A barrel of shame, a barrel of groans' A barrel of orphans’ most pitiful moans ° f / erpe ?‘ s V* at hiss as ^ey pass T glasf? fr ° m the hquor in the head of the m&Siw falsehoods, a barrel of cries That fall from the maniac’s lips as he dies! —Exchange. Also, as you drink it it contains- A barrel of bliss land a barrel of joy A barrel of pleasure without alloy. A barrel °f laughter, a barrel of fun, l V & 1 5 fe r gr0 - W £ bright as the ri sing sun. A barrel of rainbows, of promised hope A barrel of courage with life to cope! A barrel of sunshine whose rays of light Dispel the gloom of the darkest night. Then: A burrel of monkeys, a barrel of snakes, ’ Whose hideous movements a nightmare makes. A pink rhinocerous striped with green, I he prettiest lizards that were ever seen: A zebra striped, red, white and blue, A hopping turtle and a kangaroo; A speckled lizard and a sea-green mouse— ihe calaboose and the crazy house. Whistle a Tune and Be Merry. When all is awry and dreary' the sky, And everything’s going contrary-, Don t sit down and sulk or lie down and cry, Just whistle a tune and be merry. For they w’ho repine or quit with a whine, ^Already are half-way defeated. The battle is won by a courage divine, And not by the ones who retreated. In Botany. Of what are you afraid, my child?” Inquired the kindly' teacher. Oh, sir, the flowers f They are wild!” Replied the timid creature. . . —Exchange. “Why do you blush a rosy red ?” Tasked a maiden fair. ‘I t gazed upon a tree,” she said, “And all its limbs were bare.” Truck-Raising. I wish I had a truck farm, Tw-ould be the best of luck. Twould even beat a duck farm— For I could raise a truck. The Right Wins. They say the right will always win, For it has always done it: And in the Dempsey-Carpentier fight. ’Twas Dempsey’s right that won it. * f * * * * Fight It Out. Fortune giving y r ou the slip? Fight it out. Think of giving up the ship? Fight it out. Drive ahead with might and main. If you quit, ’tis all in vain— All your labor, all your pain— Fight it out. Ready, almost, now to quit? Fight it out. Show you have a little grit— Fight it out. Do not worry- till y-ou’re thin. Swear you’re out to work and win, Sing a song and w-ear a grin— And fight it out! he made a public confession to that effect- By going directly to the people and ten* them in plain language that the repuhh party in the house has failed them. his" , • evoke from the country a popular P r against the record to date of the rc P u ~i lh( , r congress that would make its every mei read ,and at least some of them he c(1 handwriting on the wall.” ,- n a This puts the matter up to the preside ^ very plain manner, but whether or not ^ regard the situation as being sufficiently u g. for him to “face the facts” in the manner gested by the Transcript is another ques voU id We all believe that President Hardino j, e like to do what is best to be done, ana wjj. will come as near doing it as he can. on. , 0 f er he will conclude this is the best m ^ QIJ jd procedure or not remains to be seen. ., nt to be an unprecedented thing for a P r ” fhe p eo- ‘face the facts” in this way, giong before pie and telling them that the members: o as party in congress are not doing M they should, and we are not ant ', cl j i in ,/mt c ' 1 President Harding will do so, no matter the he might regret their failure to help promises made to the people during tDe last year.’ 9 . 15t wo# But if he should, there is no doubt tn a » a nd make every member "sit up and take n . us £n- it might be productive of results.— ( 0 quirer-Sun.