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■> THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, AUGUST U, 1921.
Tbs Dalton Citizen
PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY.
T. S. SHOPE Editor
T S. McOAMY Associate Editor
Official Organ of the United Statea Circuit and Diatrict
Oourta, Northwestern division, Northern District of Georgia.
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DALTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUG. 11, 1921
Success in business is secured by staying on
the' job.
President Harding started out to salvage Amer
ica only. Now he is going to salvage the world,
What you don’t know won’t hurt you, provid
ed you haven’t a morbid imagination working
overtime.
The Hardwick administration has cut the old
confederate pensioners’ pay and reduced the ap
propriation to the public schools. The state wjll
never get anywhere by going backward.
Governor Hardwick says he is pleased with
the work of the legislature. As it didn’t do much
of anything the governor sought to have it do, he
must not have wanted the things done he said he
did.
“No Accident Week.”
“No Accident Week” is being observed in At
lanta, and we feel sure the efforts put forward
to prevent personal injury and loss of life will
cause the casualties to be below the weekly aver
age.
This is a good way to spread “safety first” in
formation, and will in all probability awaken the
people to their responsibility of preserving life.
There is no disputing that sometimes accidents are
unavoidable, but for every life lost “by acts of
Providence” a half-dozen are snuffed out by “acts
of carelessness.”
There is no town that would not profit by the
observance of “No Accident Week,” because it
teaches the people to be careful of the little risks
as well as df the big dangers. The “Safety First”
'gospel teaches little folks and grown-ups to-be-
ware the rusty nail, the little cut ‘‘that doesn’t-
amount to anything” in the beginning, and the in
fected mosquito bite. It also urges alertness and
singleness of purpose when crossing crowded
streets, and especially cautions automobile drivers
to use care in protecting pedestrians.
“Safety First” goes with the industrial workers
to their shops, and asks them not to take chances
with their machinery, not to fail to use the safe
guards provided, and warns against the dangers
of loose clothing near belts and shafts. “Safety
First” with its assistant “First Aid” encourages
the giving to minor hurts and injuries that oc
casionally occur scientific medical attention,
wfiiqh lessens the liability of serious complica
tions.
We should try to make every day a “No Acci
dent Day”_and “Safety First” should have a place
in our business routine and outings, but we forget
apd have to have our memory jogged. Therefore,
a campaign for a week is a helpful thing, and re
sults from such a “reminder period” should leven
our recklessness for a whole year.
Men in Palm Beach suits now rush to shelter
with the girls whose complexions won’t wash
when the dog-days’ showers start.
The New York World in noting Grover Berg-
doll is to be married says “evidently he expects
another war.” If he marries he’ll run against one
war he can’t evade.
The McComb book, with its attacks on ex-
resident Wilson, is just off the press and is now
inning through the Hearst sewers. How fitting!
is worthy of note that every person attacking
r. Wilson has a sore toe.
The Birmingham News pertinently remarks
that “if we don’t take an interest in Europe, we
can’t hope to get interest out of Europe.” There
are indications on the surface that show President
Harding has reached such a conclusion.
There - is No Quarrel.
Editor Brown, of the Cordele Dispatch, and
Iditor Loyless, of the Enquirer-Sun, are in a
ontroversy about “singing.” Each' should be
equired to sing a solo and the. other made
3 listen to it.—Madison Madisonian.
Not having heard either one of them “sing
re are not in position to judge whether or
ot such “punishment” would fit the “crime.’
-Dalton Citizen.?
Dog gone it! There is no quarrel between
s-two. Some of our north Georgia editors
ught to have to come down and attend some
f our all-day singing conventions with din
er on the ground. We believe we could con-
ince them that we have neither quarrel,
amine nor plague.—Cordele Dispatch.
We know there is no quarrel. It is a contest
are talking about.
And as for all-day singings “with dinner on the
umd,” we, up this way, beat the world.
Saturday there was one at Grove Level, five
es north of Dalton. Jesse Mercer was present
1 made a ringing, good speech. So did Bill Mar-
, of our own good town.
And as for singing we have never heard any
ter.
Fried chicken, cakes and pies were everywhere
1 in everybody.
And after all of this, “Bert” Tyler, local Givitan,
bman and leagueman, and everything else
rth while, fed watermelons, home-grown, to
jrybody and all their folks. (N. B.—He bought
i watermelons, but they were home-grown, just
! same.)
Singings and Sunday school conventions in
rth Georgia are institutions, and not fads. If
itors Brown and Loyless are to pull off a sing-
l here is the place to do it.
We know how to judge ’em here.
And, again, the good people know how to feed
ngry newspaper men. No pellagra or famine
this way, and never will be so long as Brother
msucker and Ed Bagby are permitted to prepare
e good things to eat.
Who Killed Cock Robin?
William F. McCombs’ book, “How I Made
Woodrow Wilson President,” is now out, but
there is little prospect that it will be any more
popular than Mr. Lansing’s book—we can’t re
call its name—but to say the least of it, the title of
the McCombs’ book is quite egotistical enough.
We do, not know how many claimants there
are who boast, whether proudly or not, that they
made Wilson president.
The real truth of the business is no one of them
made Mr. Wilson president. It was the American
people who did the very worthy job, and thous
ands of them, who may awhile ago, have thought,
or rather felt, they had made a bad job, are be
ginning 4o see that they didn’t do any such thing.
A great man draws the fire of the envious and
ambition^. So all of the little fellows must "have
their say, no matter how small the audience or
how trivial theib say.
George Harvey claims to have made Wilson
president. And Bill Bryan has been charged with
it, and has never denied it, though we are doubt
ful, because wc have never known of Bryan doing
a thing so worthy. Then there are Colonel House
and Theodore Roosevelt who must not be ignored.
Nevertheless, we are going to stick to our prop
osition that it was the people who made Wilson
president, and just at the time such a man was
needed to meet the tragic situations fast arriving.
The man and the event have always been properly
matched in this country, and this instance is no
exception.
One thing stands out very plainly, and that is
Mr. Wilson was president for eight years, and the
little fellows who claim to have made him presi
dent qould not influence or control him, so had
to join the republican “anvil chorus in order to
get any sort of hearing.
Editor Loyless, .of the Columbus Enquirer-Sun,
facetiously discusses the question as follows:
The same old question, “Who made Wood-
row Wilson president?” has bobbed-up again.
Very much so this time, in view of a series
of articles that are to be published by the
Hearst Sunday newspapers—supposedly writ
ten by the late William F. McCombs—under
the title, “How I Made Woodrow Wilson
President.”
Which, certainly, is putting the case plainly
enough—whatever else may be said for it.
So, we are to read how William F. McCombs
made Woodrow Wilson president; and how
Mr. Wilson afterwards broke with Mr. Mc
Combs, as he did with-all the others who
made him president, beginning with Colonel
George Harvey, and on down the line with
William Jennings Bryan and Colonel House.
For, assuredly, all of these had a hand in
making Woodrow Wilson president.
Colonel Harvey, first, by making him gover
nor of New Jersey and putting him on the
road to the presidency.
Mr. Bryan, at Baltimore, after Wilson had
broken with Harvey, by, almost single-handed
and alone, stemming the Champ Clark tide un
til Wilson could be landed.
Colonel House, after it was certain that the
"Wilson boom was to be “a deer and not a
calf,” and all along—particularly where ^the
Silent Texan was able to furnish something
that none of the others seemed to have.
And, of course, Billie McCombs, young New
York lawyer, who attached himself to the Wil
son boom as soon as Harvey got it going, and
who, there is no denying, did good work, both
before the Baltimore convention and after
wards.
But, whatever may have been their individ
ual efforts, and however effective they were in
making Woodrow Wilson president, the sim
ple solemn fact remains, that when he finally
became president, he let each and everone of
them know that he was president in his own
right—and politely, or otherwise as the case
may have been, relieved his, possibly, too ar
dent friends of any obligation which they may
-have felt for his official conduct. Some even
say that he blankly raised a personal barrier
over which none of them—save, possibly, Col
onel House, for a time—were ever able to
climb, even had they so desired.
Undoubtedly, the McCombs article on “How
I Made Woodrow Wilson President” ought to
be interesting, .as well as highly informative,
but, on the whole, we are persuaded that even
a more illuminating story might be told if only
Colonel Harvey, Bryan and House could be
induced to collaborate on a series of articles
along the lines, let us say, of “What We Done
For Wilson, and What He Done to Us”—with,
perhaps, a foreword by Marse Henry Watter-
son.
We stand ready, here and now, to make a
liberal offer for the serial rights in our terri-.
tory for such series of articles—provided
Marse Henry, in his introductory remarks,
uses language that is “fitten to print.”
“Fancy Clothes Doomed,” says a headline. If
absence means anything, we fancy a lot of them
have been doomed some time. \
Now the beautiful Geraldine Farrar is being
sued for divorce. It seems that in a fit of temper
she locked her husband out of the house, changed
the locks on the doors, possibly threw the keys
away, and then went visiting.
Some few people in the state seem to be taking
the Herbert Clay gubernatorial boom seriously.
They must not know the gentleman very well; but
if he should unwisely decide to enter the race no
doubt the people will be made acquainted with
him and his record.
Since Gcjyernor Hardwick has given his en
dorsement to the Kuklux Klan, we take it he
will have tiSstand for all it stands for. Tarring
and feathering women by hooded men is an atroc
ious offense, and this is what the klan has been
doing in Texas, so the reports show. It is also
vicious and cowardly.
Lets Get a New Depot.
The joint committee of the Western & Atlantic
railway on its annual tour of inspection saw the
local depot, and the picture it made in all its un
varnished ugliness caused the committee to imme-
diattely realize the great need for a station worthy
of the name. The shack that is feebly serving for
a union station for two main-line railroads is a
disgrace to any growing, forward-looking town,
and in Dalton, .a town marked for its cleanliness
and natural beauty, it is a terrible blot. In reality
it is little more than a shelter from the elements,
a martin-box, if you please, and in fair weather
the majority of the railroads’ patrons prefer the
outdoors to its squalid interior while awaiting
trains. '
.Dalton should have a station in keeping with
her post office, a dignified structure; her grammar
school buildings, majestic in their settings amid
trees and beautiful surroundings; her churches,
specimens of architecture; her manufacturing in
dustries, modern and splendid well-designed
plants. It should have terminal facilities com
mensurate with the passenger business the city
and out-lying districts afford, and now while the
iron is hot is the time to strike.
Every citizen of the county* is anxious for a
new station to he built in Dalton, and if sufficient
pressure is brought to bear upon the Railroad
Commission we can have one. A great deal de
pends on whether we want a station badly enough
to show the commission we know we haven’t the
kind of depot we deserve. A concerted effort
should be made now to cinch the proposition be
fore more time is wasted.
The Merchants’ Association, quick to realize
what a trade-bringer a modern, well-kept station '
would be, has petitioned the Railroad Commis
sion, through its vice-chairman, P. B. Trammell,
to grant Dalton the facilities it needs for handling
passenger traffic in an accommodating and ex
pedient manner. It would be an added influence,
and would show that not only‘the merchants but
the town as a whole is interested in the matter if
the Dalton Improvement League, the newly-organ
ized Civitan club and th‘e Women’s clubs would
also petition the commission, and plead for speed
in the awarding and executing of a contract that
will put a beautiful building, with proper equip
ment, in the place that is now marred by a dinky,
little, old, repaired structure that is called a depot.
The growth of the whole town is handicapped
by this little “martin-box.”
And if we can get a mew depot—and we can
—maybe such a structure" would lead the owners
of the hotel property apd the old opera house
corner to do something; These two centrally
located pieces of property, growing up in weeds
and bushes are not calculated to advertise Dalton
favorably. . _ v -
A merchant from St'.’ Louis, representing a
group of retail associations, has gone to Washing
ton to ask that “Bargain Sales” be legislated out
of existence. Strong drink being taken away from
man, he wants woman’s stimulant, “Bargain Sales”
banned, so she can’t go on jazzy journejfc either.
Misery loves company.
A New York writer presents a thesis to
prove that there is no such thing as cold.—
Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
But it would take more than a thesis, presented
by a New York or Hawaiian writer, to prove
there’s no such thing as heat.
Congressman Gordon Lee would make a
fine governor. If north Georgia is to have
the next governor, Lee will suit us.—Greens-
-boro Herald-Journal.
Lee will suit nearly everybody. He is a man
short on promises and long on performances.
A low hound writing to the Chicago Tribune
refers to the puffs of hair the airy fairy Lil
lians wear over their ears as “cootie garages.”
Wouldn’t that blow' your hat in the river?—
Macon Telegraph.
Worse than that. It would blow it clean over
the river and into the next county.
If any of our good subscribers nave any'
Damsons to spare please bring them to us. We
are fond of the Damsons.—Carnesville Herald.
We don’t care much for Damsons, but if any
one has a summer home, a good automobile or
flowing oil well he doesn’t need, we’ll take one
or two.
“Dr.” Caleb Ridley* of Atlanta, with an un
savory record for a minister, is now going about
over the state preaching 5 kukluxism. Men of the
Ridley type are the fountain head of lawlessness
•in Georgia, and yet we see by the papers that he
was introduced to one of his audiences by Herbert
Clay, president of the state senate, and to another
one by a city court judge. What are we coming to
in Georgia?
Temperature Drops—Disposition Flops.
Sounds like a paradox, but it’s true, as long as
we have mean temperature we do not feel mean.
It’s when the extremes stay with us that we get
unsociable, and a little fractious.
Twelve degrees drop in temperature and a
multitude remade.
The heat had us!
Being unaccustomed to heat grips, our bodies
and our dispositions became sunburned, then peel
ed and became raw. The happy folks forgot to
radiate happiness and those with sweet dispo
sitions let them sour. Those with bad dispositions
grew worse.
Good men fought and workers loafed. Nbthing
was up to top-notch standard except the ther
mometer.
The heat had us!
Then, suddenly, the mercury slipped on an oily
thermometer, and the splashing lubricant greased
things so everything is working as smoothly now
as before the heat got us.
We’ve swapped our palm-leaf fan and our mop
ping rag for an extra cpverlet and a hot drink,
and are cheerful and happy again..
Scorching weather is a test, and when we were
tested we were found melted.
“But it’s all over—all over now” is more pop
ular than ever and the whistlers of the tune seem
to mean that it’s the heat that’s all over.
We, of North Georgia, are spoiled. The little
heat waves that nearly bake us would seem to
some of our sister cities like mountain breezes.
Though we thought our ^dispositions ruined we
are glad to find they are flourishing again, and
we have the saving grace of appreciation and
gratefulness for the blessings of North Georgia.
Governor Small, of Illinois, is doing a great deal
to prejudice the case against him. If he were
innocent of the charges of embezzlement, he
would be the first to want«to submit to an exam
ination in order to remove all semblance of sus
picion. Instead of that he is defiant of the law
and its officers. “The king can do not wrong,”
seems to be the sentiment of the Governor of Illi-
In another place on this page we reproduce
a letter written to the Bartown Tribune, by Hon.
Jesse E. Mercer, after he had listened to*a tirade
by “Dr.” Caleb Ridley, at the Bartow county
court house. This man Ridley is a sort of sen
sational preacher, the very sort that is dangerous
in times like these. He is advocating kukluxism,
and is a Catholic and negro baiter. His record is
by no means worthy of the cloth, and he should
be frowned down by law-abiding, liberty-loving
people.
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CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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Good roads are a joy to travelers ""when the
weather is bad.—Albany Herald.
And are not to be sneered at in good weather.
As a failure the Soviet form of government
seems to be a brilliant success.—Macon Tele
graph.
Just like 'President Harding’s administration.
Suggested subject for international debate
between British and American debators:
Which is the bigger ass, Ambassador Harvey*
or Lord Northcliffe?—Albany Herald.
Both.
The Governor seems to have: the Legislature
where he can pat it on the head, but it doesn’t
seem to be eating out of his hand.—Bill Bif-
fem, in Savannah Press. i
Neither can he make it lie down and- roll over.
There’s no telling, but if automobiles keep
cutting their prices some people will,be able
to buy one with a couple of years’ earnings.—
CcbD County Times.
And then it will take another year’s earnings
to run it. And there you are.
Speaking of being hoist by one’s own pe
tard, Texas Ku Klux Klanners, we see by the
papers, are being warned by an Anti-Ku
Klux Klan to leave the state at once on pain
of being tarred and feathered.—Macon Tele
graph.
Their own medicine ought to cure ’em. If
they can’t stand it they ought to quit administer
ing it.
The cost of ice has been reduced in Al
bany. Why should it not be reduced in
Rome?—Rome Tribune-Herald.
And why not in Dalton?—-Dalton Citizen.
How "much are you fellows paying for ice?
—Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Seventy cents per 100 pounds if you just must
know. How much do you pay for it?
/ Members of the Mutual Welfare league ball
team picked v up ball bats and sticks and Start
ed at a group of negroes standing at one
side.—Syracuse (N. Y.) News Item. i
“Mutual Welfare” seems to have a different
meaning in old New York state from the one
Webster started.
Isn’t it about time the railroads were reduc
ing rates?—Tifton Gazette.
It seems that way to us; In our opinion, re
duced rates will help business the country over,
and the railroads more than any other class. The
rates are in many cases so high that they cannot
be paid without doing great harm to those paying
them.
“Cheese Factories Pay in North Georgia,”
reads a headline in the Jackson Argus. They
should pay here; especially if the by-products
are utilized, and proper pasturage is pro
vided.—Tifton Gazette.
One is going to be made to pay in Dalton, and
so is a creamery. The stock has already been sub
scribed for both of these enterprises.
We are looking for the fight to turn on the
coffee drinkers. This habit has increased
twenty percent since beer was legislated out
of existence. The thing is wrong; mates. Cof
fee drinking is dangerous.—Cordele Dispatch.
Coffee has more caffein in it than Coco-Cola,
but we don’t want you to tell Editor Rucker, of
the Alpharetta Fre? Press, we said so.
. If North Georgia is to have, the governor
next time, what’s the matter with Hon. Gor
don Lee for that position?—Rome Tribune-
Herald. •
Now, you’re talking horse sense.—Dalton
Citizen.
But if you make Mr. Lee governor what will
you do for a congressman? Mr. Lee, it seems,
has been giving the people of his district
great satisfaction as their- representative.—
Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Indeed he has, but we have some more good
congressional timber. The state of Georgia needs
Gordon Lee in the gubernatorial chair.
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Hon.
Jesse Mercer Ridicules Ridley’s Plea for
Ku Klux.
Jesse E. Mercer, one of the best known public
men in Georgia, was a visitor to Cartersville Tues
day evening, and while here- heard the Ridley ad
dress at the court house. He has asked The Tri
bune-News for space to publish the following as
his impressions of that address:
“Editor Tribune-News:
“You had Caleb Ridley, preacher, of Atlanta,
with you last evening.
“I was at the hotel when I learned that there
would be a speaking at the court house on the
Ku Klux Klan, and determined to go, see and
listen. Until that moment I had been in some
doubt about the merits of the Ku Klux Klan. At
the court house I learned that the speaker would
be ‘Doctor’ Ridley. (There should be some pro
tection for the honorable title of doctor.)
“Ridley is a man of ordinary appearance and,
I judge of very ordinary attainments. His speech
had nothing in it that could in any sense'appeal
to the ordinary mind. His only hope is in the
ignorance of his hearers.
“He failed utterly to show the least necessity
for the organization he represented. His efforts
to arouse the hatred of his audience against Cath
olics and negroes are ^effective with the class of
people he appeals to; and therein is the danger,
and my excuse for this.
“There was a time in our history whfen the Ku
Klux Klan was useful and necessary, but that is
not true now. I remember to have seen the old
klansmen in full dress, mounted on mule and
horse and on the march. I remember to have seen
the Georgia legislature sprinkled with black faces.
I have had to do with the defeat of negro candi
dates for county office and for seats in the legis
lature, senate and house. In my life time many
congressional districts in the South were repre
sented in Washington by negroes, and Mississippi
had a negro U. S. senator. All of that is history,
never to be repeated, unless such men as ‘doctor’
Ridley creates a condition that will again make
such a thing possible.
‘There is infinitely more danger in one Ridley
than in any dozen negroes in my knowledge. He
is a Lenine bolshevist of the truest type I have yet
seen. He and his kind are the country’s greatest
mefiace, and unless something is done speedily to
undo his dangerous work, we shall reap the har
vest from the dragon teeth he is sowing. He
stated last night at the Bartow county court house
that he would soon start on a tour through several
southwestern states. A pity, to say the least of it.
“I am a Mason and a Methodist; never had any
interest in the Catholic church or people, as such,
but have no dread of the influence of the Cath
olics in Georgia or in America. I have no interest
in, or dread of, the pope. It’s all jj bugaboo set
up by men who want to profit personally by the
very harmful and dangerous project, not caring
a whit for the danger to the public in the infernal
program they have in hand.
“I am a white man, with not an iota of interest
in. any negro except the interest that every law-
loving citizen and God-fearing man should have,
in the name of justice and of humanity. I do not-
believe the negro should participate in govern^
ment, city, countv, state or national. He should
not vote. He will be better off and the country
better governed if he does not participate in
elections or sit on juries. Nothing should be per
mitted to encourage him to believe that he can
ever attain even a semblance of social equality.
The races, white and black, are further apart every
year, wider and wider the gulf that separates them,
and that is as it should be.
“This is a white man’s country and by white
men will it be ruled, and the sooner we under-
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-P oet
Some Day.
Some day, perhaps, there’ll be •> m
Who never tells a lie; d man
Who’s honest as the day is long-
I o fib will never try.
' When he gets home at three a m
An air of'truth to lend ’
He will not tell his patient wife
He sat up with a friend.
Where? Up there;
When he climbs the golden stair-
The only place you’ll ever find ’
A perfect man is there.
Some day, perhaps, you’ll see a maid
Who powders not her nose;
Who doesn’t take a looking-glass
Most everywhere she goes-
Who’d rather sweep her mother’s floor
And wash the dinner dishes
Than sport around with some slick
Against her daddy’s wishes. gUy
Where? Up there; '
When she climbs the golden stair
You’ll find this perfect paragon
Among the angels fair.
Some day you’ll find a profiteer
Who sells his goods quite cheap
And, who above all other stores ’
His prices does not keep.
With just a living profit
He will be quite satisfied,
And never be caught skinning
An insect for its hide.
Where? Down there;
Where it’s hot enough for fair;
And Old Nick has got him roasting
Till he’s promised to be square.
Tapping at the Door.
Prosperity knocked at the door,
The inmates ran, by hector;
They thought, by gum,
It was the bill collector.
—Greensboro Herald-Journal.
Prpsperity. knocked at the door,
With brightest and gayest of chimes-
The inmatps just ignored the knock— ’
They were too busy talking hard times.
A Pre-Fall Ode.
The fall will soon
Be on its way,
And coal men then
Will have their dav.
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Don’t Complain.
Sky of blue or sky of gray—
Don’t complain.
Weather fair or rainy day—
Don’t complain.
Wear a sort of cheerful grin
Like you know you’re bound to win—
Go ahead and fight like sin—
Don’t complain.
Win or lose, or rise or fall—
Don’t complain.
Gain your fight or lose it all—
Don’t complain.
Go serenely on your way;
. Swear your course there’s none can stay;
Vow that you will win some day,
And don’t complain.
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Good Times Cornin’ Bye and Bye-
Oh, children, cease yo’ cryin’;
Cease yo’ weepin’ an’ yo’ sighin’—
Good times cornin’ bye and bye.
De halleluyah chorus
Yo’ can hear if yo’ is tryin’—
Good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
Good times cornin’ bye an’ bye;
Dere’s good times cornin’ ijye an’ bye.
Don’t yo’ hear de angel band
Singin’ “Good Times in de Land?”
Dere’s good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
Oh, dat bright an’ golden morrow,
When dere’s joy instead ob sorrow—
Good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
De sunshine of de future,
For de present let us borrow
From de good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
Good times cornin’ bye an’ bye,
Good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
Oh, dat bright.an’ golden morrow.
When dere’s joy instead ob sorrow—
Dere’s good times cornin’ bye an’ bye.
stand that there can be no social equality between
the races and that the black man will not be per
mitted to participate in official circles, not even
as a voter, the better it will be for all. But these
things are working out in a most encouraging way.
The one thing that will put a monkey wrench in
the machinery is the Caleb Ridley program.
“We are in no sort of danger from the Catholic
nor from the negro. There is no excuse for the
Ku Klux Klan at this time and it is not because
of any danger that the crowd represented by the
vicious Ridley is. at their dangerous work.
“Either one or both of two things that actuate
them in stirring the worst blood of the unthinking
public in the way I saw- it attempted in your court
louse last night, and that is purely selfish ag
grandizement of tiie promoters, or it is the nucleus
of Russian bolshevism, and should be discouraged
right now by people who understand the menace
to our peace at home and the security of our fam
ilies and property. JESSE E. MERCER.
It Is the Viewpoint that Makes the Difference.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
More and more I am glad I am not “good —
glad I am just human, with a heart full of human
feeling, human sympathy and human interest.
Recently I came in contact with a good woman.
She was of average intelligence, had read a tew
worth-while books and at first was enjoyable.
Then me afternoon she looked straight at me ana
said: “Miss Smith, I am sorry you are not a Christ
ian.” “Measured by your standards, I am not,
I replied. “You ought to read what our great leaa-
ers have to say through the Index,” she continued
“They woidd help you to an understanding of tne
truth.” “But, somehow, I have more faith in tn
Bible,” I answered, “and prefer to go to it to
spiritual instruction.” “Then you ought to be
lieve the Bible,” she exclaimed. “I do,” I re P
“I believe it thoroughly and sincerely.” Her eye
widened, and-there was a hard note in her voic
as. she said, “Well, I know I am going to heave ,
but I am perfectly willing for all who are n
Christians to go to hell, and I firmly believe ne
is literal fire and brimstone, too.” “I ?tn
have neither your feeling nor your belief, t r ,
plied. “I know, nothing. I hope all things
and believe all things beautiful.” She 500 ,i. pn
me curiously, moved a little farther away, m
said, “I have never read the wicked books
have. I have always been afraid to.” T ‘
raid of neither man nor devil,” I replied. *
afraid of nothing seen nor unseen destroying
faith in the glorious purpose of creation ana
ultimate consummation of that purpose. It is ._
faith that God is Master of the situation- -
mighty and all-wise. I leave all things m
hands.”
After a little while, she said. “I have n
’ ■’ "*” ’ ' T should have real it.
“It is a law of hie
“and
read the Bible as much as I
but nothing can change me.” ,
that we receive only our own,” I repugn- ,
another law of life that, maturity is reachea
through growth.” . . ; n
Later, as I walked under the great oa
the sweetness of the purple twilight, I said t j
self, “Now, abideth these three, faith, hoP_
love, and the greatest of these is love, * n 5 0 j
reme thing is that vou rule your life by tne
love. TESRTF. BAXTER SMITH-