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S"'-. T ’ v ■ _ J PAGE FOUR THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1921. — The Dalton Citizen PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY. r. S. SHOPS T 8. McOAMY ... Editor Associate Editor Official Organ of the United States Circuit and District Courts, Northwestern division, Northern District of Georgia. OFFICIAL ORGAN OF WHITFIELD COUNTY. Terms of Subscription Om Year Biz Months Three Months $1.50 .75 .4.0 Payable in Advance Advertising Rates on Application; Entered at the Daiton, Ga. t postoffice for transmission through the mails as second-ciass matter. DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1921. Our idea of retributive justice of the right sort would be for the Koo-Klucks to get “Dr.” Caleb Ridley. Only twenty-five per cent of Atlanta people own their own homes. Maybe that s wnat's tne matter with Atlanta. Next Week Is Fair Week. The Telfair Enterprise advises mothers not to let their children play in the mud; It might cause them to grow up and become politicians. A very timely warning indeed, f Quitman has dispensed with the councilmanic form of government, and by. a vote of the people has adopted the city manager plan. Dalton will he coming along later. “If some people would work as hard as they talk, they would pay a whole lot more income taxes,” remarks the Schley County News. And also a whole lot more of their debts. Johnny Spencer has elected himself Imperial Gizzard, or Gazabo, we forget which, of the In visible Klan of Married Gents, who want to know where their rights begin, and if they don’t begin, where they end. - The Koo-Klucks have been sued for $100,000 lawyers fee by Attorney Terrell. And it was only a little while ago that the Klucks were going to sue all the newspapers in the United States that dared to print the truth about them. Speaking of Unemployment. Business and Dreaming. Better take advantage of The Citizen’s October bargain sale and send in that dollar. You need the paper, and we need the dollar. Next week the fair, and' from all reports it is going to be one of the biggest weeks Whitfield has seen in years. The date of the fair was changed from October 11th to' October 17th, but, if fine weather stays with this section, the added features of the Nineteen Annual Fain will more than repay us for waiting a week longer to see them. The exhibitors are making plans to display their products in a most attractive way, and great preparations are being made by the various com munities for their composite displays. This is a phase of the fair that is growing better and larger each year, and it is one of the best indications of the county’s splendid condition. A county that can boast of a dozen communities whose residents work together harmoniously for the common good, and who are willing to pool their best products and rare possessions in order to make a splendid community exhibit, is a county that has future de velopment in store for it. The special offers made by individuals, business firms and clubs, have given an added impetus to corn growing, poultry raising and to boys’ and girls’ handcraft and needle-work, and the result of this year’s enthusiastic work is going to make our fair bigger and more interesting than it has been in the past. The fair association has been fortunate in se curing a splendid amusement company, and this is always a drawing card at any fair. There will be something to entertain you both day and night, and the educational value of the exhibit buildings will make a visit to the fair return you good interest on a small investment Remember the fair is next week, and the Whit field County Fair is your fair. Boost it. - - > The Citizen takes little stock in the propaganda regarding the jobless. That there are many out erf work is doubtless true, but the great majority of them are professional bums, panhandlers and never-do-wells, who had to work during the war, and immediately thereafter, or be run over, or thrown out. The great majority of the fit have jobs at good pay if they aren’t on strike, and if they are on strike in times like these they deserve no sympathy. People who really want work can get it There is something somewhere for all to do. {f Some people, you know, are so constituted they can’t do anything, and others there are, who won’t, and these two classes, of course, are listed among the jobless. But look about you and see who the loafers are. You will find that they have always worked harder to keep from working than they have- at any worth-while job. They are shiftless, unre liable, irresponsible and lazy. In the great industrial centers there are occa sional dull periods when many are laid ofF tem porarily, but only for a short time, ,and so no suffering comes as a result if any sort of thrift has been practiced by the workers, because there are no more starvation wages paid, except in isolated cases where employers are still so greedy and selfish that they will take the bread from the mouths of the starving in order to pile up enor mous gains. It is this class that is partly respon sible for so much labor troubles and unrest, and the most unfortunate part is, they are too stupid to see the. mischief they have created, an£ have not vision enough to see what such a policy persisted in will eventually lead to. While we have no apologies to make for the republican party, it not having redeemed a single campaign pledge, and is drifting aimlessly about for lack of leadership, our observation leads us to Hie conclusion that the unemployment talk is largely propaganda of union labor agitators and those who are opposed to all government. There is work for the worker, but there never any for the loafer. Editor McIntosh, of the Albany Herald, is a nature-lover as well as a lover of humanity and things spiritual. % He * is_al\vays writing of the beauties of his much beloyed South Georgia, and we have often wondere'd to what heights and flights his ready pen would carry him if he had the beauties of North Georgia as his inspiration. Here the sunsets are the most gorgeous, and the shadows that fall from the mountain crags stand like sentinels, pointing the way to higher and nobler things. Here the mocking-birds sing sweetest, longest.and loudest, and it is here that bill collectors are most .generous and kind, if not considerate. They will not take your life if you refuse to pay, no matter how many threats and imp. ecations are hurled. And if business were not good there would be no bill collectors. Here it is that the blondes are the most beauti ful and the brtinettes the most winsome, while the red headed are as engaging and clinging as home made candy. Here we are going to let the Atlanta Constitu tion end up this discussion, with its generous quo tations from the much-loved Albany editor. Editor McIntosh, of The Albany (Ua.) Her ald, summoned a stenographer the. other day and, leaning back in the oft-uneasy editorial chair, said: “Please take this,” and started out with— / “Now fall business will open up with a real rush. The retail stores will be taxed' to care for the rush of fall buying which was so long delayed by the unseasonably hot weather of September—” That wds a right introductory paragraph for ar bright business editoral on the return of good times to Georgia and, in fact, the entire country. But just then the editorial glance wander ed to an October window that presented a south Georgia landscape of such dream-like Autumn beauty that the typewriter clicked the dream of it and the busy world went by in a dream! And this is what the dream said"— “Here is October,/ with the red and gold and purple leaves of autumn in her t esses and the yellowing grass a-waving at her feet. Oc tober with her soft air chilling with the warn ing hints of winter, with falling leaves and fickle winds that blow from everywhere. “’Tis a month of wonderment. ’Tis a time of change in nature, when the ancient Mother of the Woods and Fields begins calling them to the long winter sleep. These fitful winds that blow first from north, then south, now from east, now west—these have in their very fickleness the harbingers of those coming days when the'trees will stand'naked and the weeds wave in saffron fields like restless ghosts of summer’s greenness. Already the nuts are falling, the butterflies fly southward like an army in retreat, the migratory birds show a restlessness which presages early journeys to lands the winter never reaches, and there’s a yellow glow in the sunset like that where the goldenrod waves. “The oak has matured her acorns and the hickory her nuts, and now the falling leaves of the wild grape lay bare the stems where her dark gems were nourished till they dropped from the weight of their very sweetness.” Some one else wrote the business editorial that morning—or, rather, completed it, from the paragraph whose dictation was interrupted by the entrance of that glorified, garlanded guest—October. As for Editor McIntosh, of our esteemed Al bany contemporary, we have no doubt at all that he “took to the woods,” led by the dream-picture to lonely golden coverts where the secret thrush sings sweetest; or to Autumn orchards where Mister Mockingbird still is singing at his best—the singer to whom all seasons seem the same for the making of his unmatched music. ' Or the d-eam led him to harvest fields, spread all over that heaven-favored country, with Autumn’s golden gifts heaped high for Winter’s peace and comfort. This is where the dream becomes the reality over all the fruitful harvest lands of Georgia, x in whose homes the winter-fires will sing when the song-birds are silent. A brisk, brightening business world it is now, and the dream-swe«t Autumn season has helped to make it such. And Editor McIntosh knows—as the whole glad world knows—that while Business seems a coldly calculating thing, with visions of the practical side of life alone, it still has the see ing eye and the understanding heart, and doors that are wide with welcome for beautiful every-day dreams. The Ku-Klux higher-ups are giving it out that wearing masks outside the lodge rooms is not the thing to do. If they quit wearing their masks and parading how are they to continue the work of tarring and feathering without being identified? We. used to consider that it was fair enough to accept' as true the statement that a sucker is born every minute, but seeing as how they joined the Ku-Klux, we have come to the conclusion that at least ten see the light of day every half minute. Weary Willie Upshaw, the Atlanta congress man, or rather the fifth district’s congressman, can use up more newspaper space to say nothing in than any other man extant, or anywhere else. He is a platitudinous punk dispenser of the first magnitude, and ought to be made permanent pres ident of the “International Punk Dispensers’ As sociation.” The Athens Daily News is a prosperous looking daily. It is full of both news and advertising mat ter,- and is mechanically correct. T. J. Simmons, formerly managing editor oj/the Macon News, is editor and general manager, and this, within itself, is a guarantee of the paper’s success. We wish the new Athens paper success, and welcome it to our exchange table. Lodge Versus Lodge. showed. He is a political turn coat and an exag gerated “statesman,” who has served his country neither wisely nor well. With hjm it is the repub lican party first, Henry Cabot Lodge second, with his country a poor third. Certainly his record in the senate justifies such a conclusion. r ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ • ♦ ♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦ ♦ ♦ It is said boll weevils have flown in at the windows on the fourteenth floor of Atlanta office buildings. Doubtless trying to escape the hot air - below.—Tifton Gazette. 'Maybe they are trying to join the K. K. K. In the important nations of the world there are 6,000,000 men under arms. And these do not include the highwaymen.—Athens Daily News. And we take it they do not include the boot leggers. “One hundred per cent Americanism” is what leaders of the Ku-Klux Klan claim it stands for. We are led to believe, however, that their main object is one nundred per cent American money.—Rome Tribune-Herald. That’s the truth if it ever was told. We extend greetings of good cheer to the Dalton Citizen and Editor Snope at Dalton on the occasion of the seventy-fourth ann ; versary of that splendid weekly newspaper. That pa per and its editor are worthy of many happy / anniversaries.—Co-dele Dispatch. Thank you, Brother Brown. Even if you do flatter us we are not going to get mad. The paragraphers just won’t be good. They won’t even pass up the inscription of a Dalton widow on the headstone of a deceased hus band—“Rest in peace ’till we meet again.”— Madison Madisonian. . Now, if Brother Bacon will come up here and show us the headstone with the above ins<S-iption on it we’ll buy him a fresh bottle of bevo, or anything else he wants of like value. “Who will save the country,” asks the Out look. Darned if we know. Babe Ruth, we see, has a sore arm and Mr. Herrick, of Okla homa, is busy legislating against carnival kings and queens and beauty contests. Has anybody thought to ask Billy Sunday?—Macon Telegraph. “Billy” is now trying to save “Fatty” Arbuckle, so we see nothing else to do, just at this time, except to call in the old professional, the honor able and the most puisant Wm. J. Bryan. Overseer Wilbur Glenn Voliva declares that the e is no such thing; as the law of gravita tion. You have heard of Voliva. He is the man who succeeded Old Alexander Dowie as the head of Zion City. Next thing we know he may be saying that the cow didn’t jump over the moon.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun. And furthermore he may declare that nobody ever hit Billy Patterson or swiped Charley Ross. When nuts begin to play highbrow there is no telling what will happen. It is important to keep these things in mind and to keep the record straight. President Harding is turning out Democrats before their term of office is completed. President Wilson allowed their Republican predecessors to have out their full time. There is a great deal of hypocrisy about civil service, but the greatest hypocrites are those who pretend to follow it and don’t.—Savannah Press. Hypocrisy is the right word. But you must remember a “deserving republican” is better than any democrat, civil service or no civil service. It’s a sorry man, no matter how good he may. be every other way, who will take advantage of the pevailing complaint of hard times to evade paying what he owes, if he can possibly do so. The good Book says render unto Ceasar the things that are Ceasar’s—that is, pay what you owe. No use to try to get right with the Lord until you are right with your fellowman.—Madison Madisonian. That’s a mighty good sermon in a very few words. Everybody who can ought to pay his debts. It will help to start things humming right. “The Citizen is seventy-four years old to day,” said the Dalton Citizen of the 6th, in stant, and now we are trying to figure on the age of B other Shope. And this is no easy task. From the pep and vigor which he puts into his writings, one would judge that he is just in the prime of life, but when we consid er the sound judgment and great wisdom he shows we would not be surprised to know that he is at least a hundred years old.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun. If the esteerped Enquirer-Sun will send a self- addressed envelope with a stamp on it, and re state its question, we will take pleasure in setting down the numerals indicating our age. At any rate, we don’t mind saying we are old enough to know better than to join the Ku-Klux. Senator Lodge now is afforded an excellent opportunity for the display of forensic talent. In 1918, speaking of the possibilit" of a sep arate peace with Germany, Senator Lodge said: “The intent of congress and the intent of the President was that there could be no peace until we could create a situation where no war such as this could ever occur. We cannot make peace except in company with our allies, j It would brand us with everlasting dishonor and bring ruin to us also if we undertook to make a separate peace.” The most limited debate in congress on the German treaty is bound to give Mr. Lodge the chance—if he desires—to reconcile his opin ion of 1918 with nis opinion o* 1921. We clipped the above from the Atlanta Journal. Lodge is simply a garrulous old man, who hates his enemies and is cold to his friends. He has done this country irreparable harm, because of his extreme littleness—a little man in a big place. He meets himself at almost every turn as a contradiction. The things he once claimed impos sible to do he has later helped to do, and for no higher reason or purpose'than that inspired by party expediency, or hatred of a politcal opponent. If Mr. Wilson, as president, outlined a policy squarely in line with a previously expressed opin ion of the Massachusetts senator, the latter would immediately change, no matter what the record The Albany Herald makes this inquiry: “What has become of John Temple Graves?” We are sure we don’t know. But he’s old enough to take care of him self.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun. Yes, he is not only old enough, but abund antly able, to take care of himself if he has not lost his faculties. But after having been more or less in the limelight for nearly half a century John Temple Graves seems to have dropped out of sight entirely. We haven’t seen or heard anything of him in a year past, and our inquiry about him was purely one of friendly interest.—Albany Herald. We have several times recently thought of Mr. Graves, and in the same way as the Herald. He has a host of friends in Georgia and elsewhere who have a friendly interest in him. Some of the largest mail order houses in the country employ men whose duty it is to read the country newspaper day in and day out. When they find the local merchants are not advertising, they immediately flood that terri tory with catalogues, for there’s money there for them, and thev generally succeed in get ting part of it.—Fitzgerald Leader. The merchant who has anything wo-th while to sell, and fails to advertise, invites mail order competition. It is no wonder mail order houses employ men to read the country newspapers. The “dead” merchants are those who do not ad vertise. The mail order houses do, and they go to, the people in the communities whe-e the local merchants spend their time spitting at cracks, whittling and fighting flies. Some of our Democratic friends are criti cising President Harding for taking an occa sional brief vacation. However, he has not yet gone to Europe.—Pittsburgh Gazette Times. One might say, though—if one were mean enough—that he might just as well go for all the good he appears to be doing on this side at the witching hour of hopping off to press.— Macon Telegraph. Those “occasional brief vacations” generally lasted from one week-end to the other—and then some. It isn’t so much that the people objected to them as it was that they got so all-fired tired of reading about ’em in the newspapers. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦ ♦ ♦ On Breeding Strife and Hatred. — To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen: The quickest way to stir up neh in general is to fan religious prejudice and array creed against creed. The ecclesiastical battlefield is a broad aqd bloody one. It stretches back through the centuries, and on it the most diabolical crimes of humanity have been committed. From the begin ning of time there has been no otner hatred so fiendish as religious hatred; no other tyranny so blighLng, so grinding, so all-destroyirg .s the tyranny of organized religion. The strangest thing in human history is the terrible fact tnat , eligion, unrestrained, has run to throat cutting. Again and again religion has been made the tool of pride and^ambition; and the most terrible and the most clearly-taught lesson of history is that when religion rules, corruption abounds, and lib- ty dies. , It was religious hatred that crucified Jesus Christ. It was ambition wearing the cloak of re ligion that reddened Europe with the blood of tfie innocent and waged war of extermination upon the independent thinker and the non-con formist. It was religious fanaticism tUa t burned witches, and limited the franchise to church mem bers in the early days of American history. Never yet has religious bigotry worked good to humanity; and never yet, when it possessed the power, has it grown weary of working evil. The world war, with its sneaking submarines sending ships loaded with women and children to the bottom of the ocean; its aeroplanes drop ping bombs upon hospitals and helpless non-com batants; its 1 quid fire and poison gas; its utter disregard of international law and civilized usage, ought to have cured all men everywhe e_ of th nk- ing the world is too far advanced in civilization to repeat the horrible crimes of past ages. With our own eyes we have seen a great nation, long caTed Christia.n and long at the s ery apex of intellectual and industrial development, suddenly turn back to barbarism and force the free peoples of the world to fight with all their strength for liberty and for natural existence. This cu^ht to teach us that liberty, that self government, that civilization are not indestructible things, that once possessed cr.n never be lost. The poison that maddened the German national mind was net -d^’n's’e ed in one huge dost. Steadily and skillfully through a half a century it was pumped into the national veins. What was this poison that so thoroughly perverted the mind and conscience of a great nation? It was a false and wicked philosophy, and a false and wicked theology. Here again religion was made the pow erful tool of pride and ambition. We have not for gotten the “Me and Gott” attitude of the kaiser, nor his horrible boa^t that he was the “Annointed of the Lord,” because he was emperor of the Ger man people. Also we remember that on the belt buckle of the German soldier was the motto “God with us.” . . ' The same old devil lurks in the bushes, waiting for a chance to sink an arrow in the heart of Lib erty. Then whoever and whatever seeks to arouse religions prejudice and seeks to associate religion with affairs of state is the enemy of peace, of good gove nment, of liberty and .of humanity. What ever would stifle the voice of the people, what ever would exalt another'thing above the consti tuted authority, whatever would deny the sover- e ; gntv of the people, or hold a club over the head of their chosen representatives, is the same old devil, though he has the outward appearance of an angel of fight. Against whatever seeks to do these things, let all who love liberty and humanity and neace and good government, set their faces like flint. JESSIE BAXTER SMITH. WHiHiHiffiHiSiSiffiHiSiffiSiffiifiSffiHiHiSHiHiifiS; a * ♦ EXCHANGE OPINION ♦ « - a aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a.a a a a a a A State Road Bond Issue. There ought to be a lot of tliinKing in Georgia at .this time about a great state road bond issue. A number of other states have adopted the bond issye plan of road building on a large scale, and so far as is known none of them has regretted do.ng so. Georgia need£ roads very badly and the sooner she gets the mileage sae needs the greater will be her stride toward permanent prosperity, and toward the future great and rapid development all good Georgians look forward to. Elsewhere on this page is a letter written by G. H. Howard, attorney for the state highway com mission, which outlines some interest.ng ideas about a suggested bond isfctie. It should be read by everybody. The idea behind a bond issue is that it would make available for present use a greater sum than would be made available by automobile taxation. If the state could spend annually for roads, and do so with a view to its road needs, only so much as would be received from its automobile taxa tion for that year, there would be no peed for a bond issue; but the need is greater than could be met for the next few years by this sum. Geor gia could build a lot of roads and enjov them and get profits from them through a bond issue many years before she could pay for them by the taxes which would furnish the funds. It would not be necessary nor advisable to issue all the Donds at once!' They could be issue as the monev was needed,, with a large saving in interest charges. And the annually increasing amount received from antomobi'e taxation would go far during the term of the bonds to retire thenr^ and pay interest charges, too. . „ The big thing is to get plenty of road mileage, of the right sort, and get it as quickly as possible. The right sort irerns r P ads that would not re quire a large outlay for maintenance. Chatham county has . had an object lesson _ of the cost of maintenance, and it has done wisely to §pend iron»y, through bonds, for permanent roads, the White Bluff road is an important one. but it is not permanent and its cost of maintenance is very high. The cost of the recent repair and resurfac ing of six miles of that road was $13,000 and even in this short time since the work was done there are many holes and worn places in it. The road, it is true, is a hard one to keep in reoair because of the d : fficu’tv of getting rid of water afte- rams and the fact that it is so shady; and the travel on it is heavy. This indicates how much better it is when the monev is available to build roads that will not require so much expense for maintenance. A road without permanent surface does not give the pleasure, the service, that a permanent road gives, and the cost comnarison is in favor of the hard road .wUbm’t taking into account the t ; me lost, the renair hills, the gasoline used, and so on, on th.e slower, humpy road. Georgia reorde ought to think about this mies- tion of a great bond ; ssue. Th ; s state deserves to have as good roads as can be found in the United States.—Savannah Morning News. CHEERY LAYS for DREARY DAYS By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-Poet The Ord Punkin Custard. How dear to my' ueart are the pies of my child hood , jBatef-- As tond recollection presents them to view. The apple, the mince, or the fruit of the wildwood, And all the sweet pies that my infancy knew; The blackberry pie and cream I poured o'er it, In memory lingers in her magic spell; The juicy peach cobbler, the pie made of “taters,’’ And tne sweet punkin custard which I loved so well. The sweet punkin custard, The smooth punkin custard, That good punkin custard Which I loved so well. How oft homeward hast’ning from some boyish pleasure, My appetite keen, whetted in open air, I’ve looked with great joy on the big golden treas ure, And nectar of gods never yet seemed more fair; ^ The thick crispy crust and the sweet custard in it (How different from those only made now to sell!) I think I could eat four or five this lone minute— The sweet punkin custard that I loved so well. The old punkin custard, The sweet punkin custard, The dear puiikin custard Which I loved so well. The days of my youth have, alas! long since per ished, And time has its ma r k penciled upon my brow, But the old childhood mem’ries ever I’ve cherished, Tho’ far from their scenes I’ve perchance wan dered now; The old cottage home in the edge of the wildwood, TflP CAnff plpnr rail or»rl fTio moor? rwiro* The song birds’ clear call, and the meadows’ sweet smell, £ The woodland the meadow, the brook which flow ed through it, And e’en the old custard that I loved so well. The old punkin custard, The sweet luscious custard, The good punkin custard That I loved so well. ****** The Peace Offerings. She wanted a hat* So she started a row; And high on her head There’s a new bonnet now. —Detroit Eree Press. She wanted a suit To wear with the hat; For peace in the home Her husband got that. —Canton (O.) News. She wanted a car, So she started to cry; Yep, that was her then With a Packard in high. —Macon Telegraph. She wanted some furs / To go with her suit; She nut up a veil— And they surely look cute. ****** Fall Viands. Oh, let me eat Before I die One morsel, sweet, Of pumpkin pie. —Dalton Citizen. We’ll say this much, Fair and square, You’re more’n welcome To our share. —J. D. Spencer, in Macon Telegraph. Good things to eat v All go for naught. All Snencer wants Is food for thought. Judgment. I’d hate to be, ■-On judgment day, A man who forced Poor folks to pay. Interesting Figures. The list givpn fielow is made un of names or nart namps of ftrms or nroducers pv»t havp become famous through advertising—advertising that was in each ease h"se^ nnnn a fiyed r>pr««n*a'»e of the grecs sa’es savs Tbn Atlanta Constitution. Here is the i ; s* Ufied m and Hie npr^entage of gros c sa’es ns'-d for advertising each nrodnet: Fa*?rna f^rwj-pttes Arrow Eastman Kodaks 3 0 Jstnrv fJoorj Vdrpt Tohaoeo R ft CamnLell’s Soiins 2 4 fSlnntes Preparations 2ft fti-i TVi'fol, ripanepr l^.ft Wriolfv’1! fthpwinff Gum 14.ft F'Usen r*reform > fi ft Cpnrs ReprotieTr X' Go. WpWs G r ane Juice This 1 ; st. mrpnflv nnbfished tw Tpam Work, from figures famished tv the International Maga zine eo»~p»ny. leads the editor of Campbell's Conr an* *o sav; s~~rs “The old time-worn conundrum ‘Who pays for 5 ft r>er cent 3 5 €t •t 3ft it ct _ 3ft it H fift it f« 2 4 tt it 2ft {• it _lft.ft it t€ _14ft t* tt 5ft it tt m.n it tt ._lft.fi it H , Advertise. If you wish to sell your goods, Advertise. If you wish to “shell the woods,” Advertise. Never wait a single minute, Push the thing for all that’s in it, That’s the only way to win it. Advertise. Got a th»‘ng you wish to sell? Advertise. Got a th'ng you wish to tell? Advertise. How will people ever know it If some wav vou do not show it? Get vnnr fittle horn and blow it, Advertise. Sentence Sermons. The longest prayer doesn’t always reach the highest. Sermons, like syrup, are sweeter when boiled down. Tis better to give to receive—the measles Even a dullard can talk sharp. The outstanding point in a fool is the belief in his own wisdom. There are alwavs two sides to a question onr side and the wrong side. onr Be a Sticker. It was iust a litPe postage stamp— A little piece of paper— But it took the letter through the mail, Which was the proper caper. And'here’s the very fnnnv part: “ It never thought of sticking Until a fellow came along And gave the stamp a licking. Now let’s be like the postage stamp That sticks onto a letter And stick onto our litUe task, In spite of every fetter. And if we’re tempted oft to fall— When fate begins her kicking— Remember how a stamn sticks best Whene’er it gets a licking. the_ advertising?’ is still propounded bv some oc casional advertising wanderer. Being an advertis ing fan we prefer the answer of the advertising salesmanT‘Nobodv pays for it.’ Nobody pays for the labor-saving machine that reduces factory overhead and increases production —it nays for itself. “Nobodv pays for the motor truck installation that decreases delivery charges by increasing effi- cienov—it pavs for itself. “Nobody pays for the advertising that cuts down selling costs andnuts business on a quantity basis —it nays for itself. And there is the big secret revealed for you— nobody pavs for your advertising when you put your advertising monev into vour business regu larly. systematically and continuously. . ® You decide to spend three per cent for adver- tis ; ng, the advertising increases your sales and makes your turnovers more frequent. Four tun- overs at 20 per cent nrofit will give vou 8ft per cent profit in a year, but five turnovers at 17 per cent profit will give you 85 per cent profit in a year. Besides, you can keen newer, fresher stock on hand; the more you buv the chenner vou buy: and you can give your customers better values. Busi ness begets business.—Conyers Times. m stijafeha.-J,.. i