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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, AUGUST 4, 1921.
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4, 1921.
“German Sausage Men Working Overtime,
says headline. Good-bye, Fido.
“The shirkers get paid what they are worth,
reads a wall card. Very true, but is just another
way of saying that the loafer fools nobody but
himself.
^ Isn’t It a Shame?
“I wrote the first anti-saloon plank ever
put in a political platform south of the Ma
son and Dixon Line,” Watson continued. “In
a few days I will be 64 years of age, and yet
I haven’t touched a drop of intoxicating liquor
in all the days since I was baptized in the
waters of a Georgia stream when I was but
14 years old.
The above was clipped from the newspaper
report of a colloquy Tommyrot Watson had with
one of his colleagues in the senate the other day.
Now', what.do the people of Georgia, who know
Tommyrot, think of that?
That “friend” who gave him the liquor in
Winder that he got drunk on in Buford must heave
a sigh of relief as he indulges himself in the
“knowledge” that it was not his “hootch” that
caused Tommyrot to . insult a woman in her own
home, and run wild in the hall of same in his
shirt tail, until he w r as finally rounded up and
locked in security for the night in the city bastile,
Of course, only “sober” people pull such stunts
and create such scenes. And as he made public
apologies for his misconduct, in order to keep
from being indicted, we are just now wondering
where he lied the worst—on the senate floor, or
in his public acknowledgments in regard to the
Buford scandal?
After a careful reading of the state papers, we
cannot locate the section of Georgia that is starv
ing. Folks are not living as high as they once
did, but frgm all authentic reports famine is a
remote possibility.
Editor Ralph Meeks, of The Calhoun Times,
was a pleasant caller at The Citizen office last
week. Editor Meeks is a splendid newspaper man
and a regular fellow. His visit was appreciated,
and we hope to see more of him.
The Manchester Mercury asks the general pub
lic what it thinks of a boy who loafs while his
mother works to support him. At any rate, he is
only one degree lower in the animal scale than
the girl who “pretties up” while her mother does
the cooking or the washing.
Get Back to Business.
1 The Dalton Citizen reminds its advertising
patrons of the disposition of the mail order
house to keep plugging, hunting all the time
for business. This paper says:
“There are merchants who 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 cus
tomers yet he gets the business through
the power of advertising. It is more
powerful than the personality of the non
advertiser, though he may have a speak
ing acquaintance with every man in the
territory he serves.”
Those who go after the business will get
it. No plan any merchant or business man
may inaugurate will ever upset this principle.
Who ever keeps his advertising fresh and
plugging away will get his share of the busi-
* ness.
There is no logic or good reasoning in the
policy of going to the rear of one’s place of
business to sit and talk wreck and ruin all
day. Those who stay up front and keep' life
in the old place will do more, and the man
who sees that his advertising is always go
ing, gets his share of the business. We may
not have the high tide of prosperity in war
times within reacn again, but we have a nor
mal business within reacn and it is ours for
the
It is every man’s duty to get up and be out
for the business. Our local business volume
will depend on the amount of effort put forth.
The time for renewed energy and activity is
here. The man who has plugged up the ad
vertising and put away the newspaper, has
put away a good portion of his business. He
should connect up and go back to business.—
Cordele Dispatch. ...
The comment of our Cordele friend is timely.
In these times the prudent buying public is going
to take no chance about what it buys and where
^it buys the things it needs.
As never before is advertising being read, and
as never before the wise merchant is putting out
the right sort of advertising. The Citizen during
the dull summer months is carrying a good line
of local advertising from week to week, and if
notice be taken it will be seen that the merchants
doing the advertising are also doing the business.
What is true of Dalton is true everywhere else
where merchandising is being carried on.
We are here reminded of the fate of Pear’s
soap, at one time the most widely used soap in
America. Who that has read newspapers and
magazines does not remember the famous lines,
“Good Morning—Have You Used Pear’s Soap?”
It was everywhere, where there was printing, and
used everywhere soap was used. The advertising
ceased, and so did the sales. There is no one
today to do reverence even to the memory of
Pear’s.
Pearline was another product, and a useful
one, too, that disappeared when the advertising
ceased. Its proprietors tried to stage a “come
back” for it, but it didn’t work. They spent
thousands of dollars trying to reestablish it in the
good graces of the American people, but it was
too late. The breath of life had left it, and even
the advertising pulmotor could not bring it back
to life.
The merchant who fails to advertise his goods
treating his own business unfairly.
Why Such Propaganda?
The republican party is a sectional party, and
always has been. That is the chief re-son why it
considers most everything in the south wrong,
and growing worse.
There are many people in the north who think
of the south as a sort of benighted section, a lia
bility if you please, where negroes are lynched
and ku klux organizations thrive. And in very
truth there is good reason for such beliefs to ob
tain, when the publicity given to lynchers and
the depredations, of the ku klux are considered.
But it is not right to judge the south by these,
and those northern folk who have been among
us know better.
With such reports as these given currency by
the newspapers, as well as through other channels
of publicity, it is no wonder that this section is
too oft' - ,: considered as unlettered and unlearned.
Our people are considered as benighted—ignorant
of the simple rules of health and dietetics. Hence,
from their point of view, we fall an easy victim
to all forms of disease—a prey to every passing
“ism” of the demagogue and unscrupulous ex
ploiter.
Just now the northern press is filled with re
ports about the south being in the throes of an
epidemic of pellagra. It is mostly in the news
papers—certainly not among the people. Sta
tistics will show that pellagra is on the decrease,
and has been for several years.
Just what is back of the propaganda we do
not know. Whatever it is it has proved strong
enough to reach the White House, and President
Harding is of the opinion that there is truth in the
reports. If the President knew the south better he
would know that there is no epidemic of pellagra
in it.
This disease is said to result from the same
ness of food—salt pork and cornbread being the
chief offenders.
The south' was never better supplied with an
abundance of food. Vegetables and fruits abound
on all sides, and up to last week there had gone
out from Georgia to the northern markets more
than ten million dollars worth of watermelons
and peaches, and we still have plenty left for
home consumption.
Pellagra is not nearly so prevalent in the south
as is piffle in the north!
If that Illinois governor has been Large instead
of Small, we wonder how many dollars he would
have needed?
' Resorting to impertinence, did Roy Moulton, of
the Augusta Chronicle, write ‘‘An Apologue About
An Alliteration” on the spur of the moment. Bet
he spent at least a minute and a half on it.
Can Live Without Strauss.
ing. The fortitude which made him achieve his
great desire against difficulties marked his life to
the end, and he was brave with death impeding.
Never a golden-throated bird,
Made music sweet as this I've heard;
Caruso sang; I vow, I swear
My soul to its knees in prayer.
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The Dalton Citizen speaks of the wilder
ness where the Hotel Dalton used to stand.
Why don’t they turn it into a park?—Rome
Tribune-Herald.
Possibly the reason is it would require too
much clearing.
What think you of a boy-who puts in his
time on the street corner while his mother
labors to provide his food and clothes?—Man
chester Mercury.
We can’t put in cold type what we think of him
and get our paper through the post office.
Editor Brown, of thO 'Cordele Dispatch,
and Editor Loyless, of the Enquirer-Sun are in
a controversy about “singing.” Each should
be required to sing a solo and the other made
to listen to it.—Madison Madisonian.
Not having heard eitner one of them ‘‘sing” we
are not in position to judge whether or not such
“punishment” would fit the “crime.”
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Everything under the Sun may have been
old stuff in Solomon’s time but if the Jackson
ville minister who had the undertaker insert
in his bill a charge of $5 for conducting a
funeral didn’t spring a new one we’d like to
know—Macon Telegraph.
Didn’t we tell you the other day that money
is the god they are. all worshiping.
The Tribune is taking little stock in the
hard times talk, even though the present de
pression is hitting us as hard as any of them.
And we can’t help but believe that better
times are coming, despite all the gloomy prog
nostications to the contrary.-7-Walton Tribune.
That’s the right spirit. The way to improve
conditions is to get busy and stop complaining.
Times are betting better and crops never were
more promising.
Courtesy and politeness are essential, and, in
our opinion, even genius can not well afford to
live without these qualities.
“The Nation,” for August 3rd, prints an inter
view with Richard Strauss, composer, by one of
its American representatives while in Vienna, and
this personal write-up is enough to make every
true American lose respect for the man, for it
shows his real feeling for our country.
ToT the American representative Strauss, the
musician but certainly not the diplomat or the
gentleman, said roughly: “America has no culture.
Culture will always come from Europe. Europe
does hot need America—only her dollars. I will
not give a year of my life to America, they won’t
pay me enough.”
And, with “The Nation” we are still “wonder
ing which we in America need the more—such a
luxury as Richard Strauss, or that inner grace,
our self-respect.”
If everybody is in favor of biennial ses
sions of the legislature, why can’t we have
them?—Winder News.
The trouble seems to be with the members of
the legislature, at least a majority. Then, of
course, there are qiany Atlanta interests always
ready to interpose objections to biennial sessions.
And then again, the politicians are always op
posed to any curtailment of politics. And there
you are!
The peach -crop was worth five million
dollars to Georgia. There is no reason in the
world why Greene county should not stim
ulate her peach industry. Some of the soil
here produces as fine a peach as can be grown
in the world. We also need a water melon
association. Magnificent melons were being
peddled around here Saturday, and the grow
ers hardly^ received enough for them to pay
for hauling.—Greensboro Herald-Journal.
Ten million dollars is the amount Georgia re
ceived for peaches and melons this year. Talk
about hard times! Go ’way from here.
Three cent postage is on the way, and instead
of ten cents for a special delivery letter it is to be
twenty-five. We take it this is what Mr. Hays
had in mind when he spoke of “humanizing” the
post offici department.
Our idea of a nervy cheap skate is the fel
low who patronizes, and pays cash to the
mail order houses, and then expects his local
, merchants to carry him from six to twelve
months.—Dalton Citizen/
He is in the same class with the fellow
who sends off and pays cash for a foreign
paper, and then expects his home paper to
carry him a year or two. It’s all wrong,
Shope, it’s all wrong.—Alpharetta Free Press.
Yes, it is all wrong, George, but what you
gonna do about it? It seems to be an incurable
disease.
A Splendid Report.
The first annual report of of Georgia’s Depart
ment of Public Printing is an informative little
brochure. In it P. T. McCutchen has set forth
the good points of the Act creating the office of
Superintendent of Public Printing, and he has also
outlined a few revisions that would make the law
a more effective money-saver.
The act permitting capable printers to make
competitive bids on various printing orders
amounting to less than $500, shows in the report
to have saved the state $14,000 in one year.
The superintendent of printing needs more
latitude in placing orders regardless of the amount,
because, under changing conditions, this purchas
ing agent can buy more economically by securing
competitive bids than by placing all orders witL
the state printer. It is not just to handicap him
with unnecessary regulations and then hold him
responsible for extravagance which the wording
of the law causes.
Another suggested amendment is that the am
biguities be removed and the law clarified, so that
the duty and authority of the superintendent of
public printing and the printing commission be
made plain. The law should more clearly state
the authority of the superintendent to specify,
classify and standardize state printing.
On the whole the report for the first year is
good, and when the rough places of the law have
been ironed out and the superintendent is given
a contigent fund for the clerical assistance the
work requires, we believe the office will prove a
real economy for Georgia.
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The Riven Oak.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
Down the road a little way stands a great
oak—storm-torn and dying- Yesterday I stood
under its branches and looked through Hie wither
ing leaves at the blue sky beyond. I thought of
the time when it lay folded in the shell of an
acorn that perhaps a child’s hand played with,
and tossed away. I thought of the time when
the first rootlet felt downward for the soil, and
the first leaflet climbed upward to the light. I
thought of the seasons and the years that have
passed since ttie oak was born; of the April rains
that drenched it, of the purple shadows that en
folded it, of the birds that nested among its
branches, and of the little children that played in
its shadows. Sunlight flooded it; sleet pelted it;
winds beat It—then fell the fatal bolt. I saw its
mangled limbs and the great, gaping wound in
its side. I put my arms about its great trunk, laid
my head against it, and felt, it seemed, the weak
ening beat of life in its mystic cells.
“Oh, the gladsome spring days when golden
sunlight crowned its towering head; Oh, the
thrilling Autumn seasons when its myriads of lips
sung of unseen things; and now it is dying!”
Thus my soul cried out. Then from the purple,
hills came a south-born wind and with soft lips
kissed the withering leaves, and with wonderfiil
voice sung among its ruined branches. My heart
leaped, and all my soul listened to the singing
of the wind.
If a study in black and white foot-gear can tie
up' traffic at Five Points, what do you reckon
would happen if a pretty Atlanta girl rushed up
the street with her feet bare. Dalton had this
sensation, and survived it.
Caruso Dead.
Men talk of death. There is no death;
But all things ^draw immortal breath,
Since all things have their roots in God,
Whose pulses beat in star and clod—
Whose tender arms hold dod and star,
And all things beautiful that are.
What men call death is other birth
To higher world and nobler worth;
And one stream flows through root and bloom,
Though souls of men and through the tomb,
Back to the soul that gives all breath—
AH is in God—there is no death.
JESSIE BAXTER SMITH.
tionably it will cause some to think their chil
dren are getting so much of the Bible that it is
not necessary to stick close to it at home.
Our lack of interest in Bible reading is today
responsible for many of our ills. It will remain
a cause of wickedness so long as the Bible is not
made the handbook of morals for the child, the
boy and the girl, and the grown-ups. We do not
doubt that the scriptures and prayer mark the
opening of every worth while schooL in Georgia
already. What can come of writing it into the
statutes as a requirement—a law? There is a
certain notoriety for the author of the bill and a
long protest sure to follow. That is all any
body can see in it.
How would you like for this same bunch in
the legislature to pass a law requiring you to at
tend Sunday school in the morning or at a cer
tain hour, in the afternoon, or possibly at both?
Would you set up a howl? We should say so,
and it would be done even by those who go to
Sunday school. They would have a just cause.
The idea of legislating people, into a state of sinr
lessness is foolish at the start. It cannot be done.
And besides, this is coming too dangerously
near to tying up the state and the church.
-we are going into the schools with the Bible, we
might leave off the Sunday school. That would
be better than leaving off the home study of the
Great Book. Ofte'ntimes we see a great revival
into which all the churches have thrown their
power and influence. From such a revival they
pick off the converts and send them to the church
of their choice. Why not go into the common
schools and there finish the child’s religious edu
cation and shape his future, and send him to the
church of his choice. If we lay aside everything
else and stuff him all the day with a religious
program, his digestion will become over taxed
and he will lose ground. The church is the place
to present the Gospel to mankind—at least, it is
the organ through which it is best prepared, not
the state school system. The poor fellow who
believes he has done humanity a service by get
ting a law spread on the statute books of the
state requiring the Bible in the public schools
should find out that there is a difference between
legislating goodness into people and bringing
them to it through individual responsibility and
initiative.—Cordele Dispatch.
A Tariff Without Friends.. -
Outside of the Republican majority in Con
gress and a small circle of expectant beneficiaries
the Fordney tariff is without friends.
For the most part the great business interests
do not want it and regard it as a grave menace to
the foreign trade of the country. Labor shows
no enthusiasm for it. The financial interests are
hostile to it and helieve that it is wholly mischie
vous. Republican newspapers have been no less
vigorous than Democratic newspapers in attack
ing its provisions. Opposition would be still
stronger but for the general belief that the Sen
ate will promptly lay aside Mr. Fordney’s master
piece and take up the pressing question of tax re
vision.
Taking it as a whole, the Fordney bill is the
w’orst piece of tariff legislation that ever com
manded the support of the House of Represent
atives. Other tariff bills have been bad in spots,
but this bill was drafted in utter disregard of the
economic condition of the country, and even its
defensible schedules are obscured by the vicious
provision for American valuation which will im
pose a tariff upon a tariff and make it impossible
for any importer to know in advance what duties
he will have to pay. A more ingenious method
of stifling trade and promoting extortion has never
been devised.
The issue that is raised by the Fordney tariff
is not one between protection and a tariff for
revenue but between rational protection and in
defensible protection. Ever since the armistice
the country has been struggling to destroy infla
tion, liquidate war prices and get back to a rea
sonable basis in costs. Along comes Mr. Fordney,
who frames a tariff for the especial benefit of
profiteers, undertakes to increase the cost of liv
ing again, gives the control of duties into the
hands of price-manipulators, menaces the foreign
trade of the country, invites reprisals from coun
tries that are the best customers of the United
States and tells the American people that ,the way
to be prosperous is to erect insuperable barriers
to prosperity. ,
The House passed the Fordney tariff, in spite
of its admitted monstrosities, by the regular par
tisan majority while Mr. Harding was plying his
usually good game of golf. This was to have been
expected. When an issue of that kind is raised,
the House usually divides on party lines, the only
recalcitrants being members w-ho are influenced
by peculiar local conditions. That the House
should have passed this bill at all, however, is a
new demonstration of the general irresponsibility
of the lawmaking branch of the Government and
its general lack of leadership.
Congressmen as a class are persons of ordi
nary mentality and information. Practically all of
them know that there is no public sentiment in
favor of this bill, no public demand for it, and
that what the country is asking for first is the re
vision of the war taxes. But the superstition of
tariff revision is too strong for their common
sense-' When Republicahs come into power Dem
ocratic tariffs must be revised whether there is
need of revision or not. This is a matter of party
tradition, and common sense has no place when a
question of tradition arises. The worse the tra
dition the more slavishly it must be followed.
That is what has been done in the matter of
Mr. Fordney’s tariff. The only reason this misfit
legislation is not taken more seriously is because
everybody expects the Senate to pigeonhole it and
force a revision of taxes. Nevertheless, Mr^Ford-
ney has found his niche in the hall of Republican
fame. He is at last the author of a tariff bill, and
that bill has the distinction of being the worst o.
its.kind.—New York World.
Enrico Caruso whose death occurred Tuesday,
passed away at the zenith of his power and popu
larity, with the echoes of his golden voice still
ringing in the world’s ears.
Sunday’s papers carried pictures of him with
his wife and little daughter, Gloria, but death who
knows no favorites came and called him from his
beloved Naples.
Caruso has gone on, as all men must, but mod
ern invention, has arranged it so his beautiful voice
will be heard on and on, and unborn millions will
♦ EXCHANGE OPINION *
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The Wrong Way to It.
There is no objection to having the Bible read
in the schools of the State, though it will not do
much good unless the children are taught a few
of its precepts at home.—Valdosta Times.
We are tempted to say often that the greatest
evil of this age is the tendency of sensible people
to the belief that they can legislate morals into a
bask in tbe golden sunshine of his gift through person. If the reading of the Bible in the public
records already made.
We are glad we were privileged to hear Caruso,
and with his thousands of friends regret his pass-
schools should lead one poor parent to the mis
taken view that such a reading was enough for
his children, then the whole law would be a per
nicious, foolish piece of business. And unques-
The Rentals of the State Road.
The bill to discount the rentals of the Western
& Atlantic Railroad has passed the Lower House
of the General Assembly and has been favorably
reported by the committee in the Senate. It seems
probable that it will pass.
. Whether it ever becomes a valid law may be
open to some doubt. The State may not sell the
Western & Atlantic without using the proceeds of
the sale to pay the bonded indebtedness - of the
State.
To anticipate the rental of the road may not be
exactly the same thing as to sell the road. There
may be a technical hair splitting difference be
tween the two propositions. In the long run the
courts will have to say whether there is such a
difference or not.* But certainly the spirit and
intention of the Constitution was to provide that
the road should stand as a pledge to secure the
State’s bonds- That spirit and intent is violated
when the income from the road is appropriated to
any other purpose.
Be this as it may, it is certain that in discount
ing these rentals to pay its current debts the State
has in no sense diminished its indebtedness. It
has simply borrowed money from one person to
pay it to another. It may postpone the day of
settlement, but it will not make the setflement any
easier.
For, if this plan goes through, the revenues of
I the State for the next five years will be less than
they would otherwise be by exactly $540,000. This
sum, which would otherwise be applicable to the
payment of current expenses and appropriations
will have to be made up some way or other. ’
The State’s finances are in a Bad condition be
cause previous Legislatures have gone merrily
ahead spending what they did not have and push
ing the burden of settlement onto the shoulders
of some Legislature yet to come. “After us ‘the
deluge.
The present Legislature seems to be following
in the footsteps of the earlier ones and is pushing
the burden still further on. This process may be
kept up for a while, hut the longer it is kept up the
heavier the burden becomes.
- Some day somebody has got to meet the issue
—meet it fairly and squarely and honestly and
by more effective means than by mortgaging prop
erty that is already hypothecated.—Savannah
Press.
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-P oet
, , ,, H ?w Do Th ey Get That Way?
A fellow will sing and a fellow will prav
And a fellow will shout “Amen,” J ’
’Till you think he is ready to fly away
With an angel band; and then
He beats a guy in a “clever” trade
And his fellow-man doeth flay.
He thinks he is going to glory land—
Now, how does he get that way?
A fellow gets drunk and he raises a chunk '
And lands forthwith in jail, k ’
And along will come an ornary skunk
And offer to go his bail.
The moonshine still is supposed to be still
And the “shiner is sent away ’
Prohibition is here. There’s no whiskey or he*r
Now, how do they get that way? ocer ~~
Oh, a women will flirt in her scanty skbt
And a woman will bob her hair, ’
And the men look on in a sort of daze
While the women show all they dare
The less they have on, the more they are dressed
At least so the ladies say; ssea »
Now tell me, mere man, if ever you can
Just how do they get that way?
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Fact.
This is a fact
We cannot shirk:
Some guys had rath-
Er eat than work.
“A Devil in His Own Home Town.”
A reg’Iar souse
Is Abrom Hay;
He drinks iced tea
Three times a day.
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The Groaning Board.
Liver, or kidney, or cranberry pie,
If I had to eat ’em I’d certainly die.
—New York Tribune.
Gizzards and parsnips and turtle called mock
Before I would eat ’em I’d jump off the dock
—J. D. S., in Macqn Telegraph.
Chit’Iings and okra and boarding house hash.
Before I would eat ’em my throat I would gash.
Gossip.
Ere you repeat a single word
Of slimy gossip you have heard
About a mutual friend,
Remember this, my- little lad:
That if the chance remark be bad
’Twill reach him in the end.
So just lay off that gossip stuff,
And tell your friend you’ve heard enough,
And please to say no more.
And if the said friend still persist,
Just take him gently by the wrist
And show to him the door.
And if another has a way
You do not like, then do not stray
And tell the world the case.
Go gently to the erring one,
Instead of to his neighbor, son,
And tell it to his face.
For when you say a single word
About that guy that you have heard
Unto a mutual friend,
Remember this, my little man:
When e’er a guy you start to pan,
’Twill reach him in the end.
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Horrible!
“Oh, have a heart,” the butcher cried,
His manly form did shiver;
But his appeal was all in vain— '
I bore away his liver.
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Sing High, Sing Low.
A tom-cat sat on a garden wall—
Sing high, sing low.
A tom-cat sat on a garden wall—
Sing high, sing low.
A tom-cat sat on a garden wall,
And his Maria did loudly call—
Sing high, sing low.
A boy slipped up with a big brick bat—
Sing high, sing low.
. A boy slipped up with a big brick bat—
Sing high, sing low.
A boy slipped up with a big brick bat,
And that was the last of that Thomas cat—
Sing high, sing low.
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What’s the Use?
What’s the use o’ cryin’
When a thing goes wrong;
Better be a tryin’
Just a smile or song.
Man that goes to whinin’
Ain’t the guy to win—
Guy that grabs the bacon
_ Wears a cheerful grin.
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What’s the use o’ poutin’
Cause things ain’t your way;
Better be. a-shoutin’,
With a glad hooray.
Folks don’t like bad losers—
Don’t sit down and whine—
Compliment the winner—
Say you like it fine.
What’s the use o’ whinin’—
Howlin’ o’er your luck;
Sun is always shinin’
O’er the guy with pluck.
Just one way to battle,
Just one way to win:
Wear a smile and sing awhile,
And hustle just like sin.
Prosperity Picnics.
The Albany (Ga.) Herald says that word comes
from Mitchell county, wljgre the farmers believe
in raising everything needful for man and beast
to eat, that “there have been enough picnics there
so far this summer to keep anybody from being
hungry.”
They have already reaped such rich returns
that they are in the celebrating mood, and while
the good work still goes on, and they are con
tinually adding to home prosperity in the way
mentioned, they can well afford to take a day
off here and there and pass the plenty around!
That’s the sort of Georgia picnic that pays—in
pleasure and profit; it is the spreading of many
ample feasts at home with the fruits of the home-
soilj. an( l well may the home-paper say of such a
picnic plan: ‘‘A good time is being had all
around!”
They raise stock there; they raise grain—plen
tiful supplies of everything that keeps home
money from going away from home, and they are
making home picnics possible the year ’round.
It is not altogether the case in every county;
and of the lack of foresight in some sections one
big item of farm prosperity has either been over
looked, or not worked for at all it is worth. Of
this. The Moultrie (Ga.) Observer says:
“Last fall and winter when farmers were
worrying about what they would plant or do next,
they overlooked a good bet. They could have hit
it just right by starting some hogs on the way
to be marketed in the summer of 1921. There wilt
he a summer in 1922 when prices probably will be
better than they arc now. Only those who begin
now to provide feed and start a hog herd will have
number one hogs to sell next July.” . .
And every other home-grown product whicn
contributes its part to general farm prosperity
should be taken account of and put into the recK-
oning, while living up to the slogan—“Make au
you can at home.”
The Mitchell county “prosperity picnics” are
on the right line; they are advertising town an
county in the right way, where the home-fotxs
are happy and the wolf has been driven from tne
home-door.—Atlanta Constitution.