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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1921.
A Gigantic Bluff?
DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1921.
The Athens Daily News has a most excellent
paragrapher.
“Overwork,” says Tom Drier, “gets altogether
loo many cusses for the crimes committed by
Overworry.”
Our board of county commissioners should re
member that there is more than one bridge build
er in the country.
Abe Martin very pertinently remarks that “th’
feller that don’t advertise may know his business,
but nobody else does.”
A Better Marketing System.
Our. hats are off to the Atlanta Journal, one
of the greatest and most enterprising of South
ern daily newspapers. The Journal, appreciat
ing the revolution necessary to farm meth
ods brought about by the boll weevil and real
izing that markets must be found for other
products than cotton, has undertaken an in
vestigation of the marketing situation and as
signed Mr. Ralph Smith to this important work.
—Walton Tribune.
One of the serious problems to be solved in
Georgia and the entire south is the marketing
problem. There is no ready fixed market for any
thing except cotton. When the farmer loads up
his trucks and wagons with potatoes, hay, corn,
wheat, oats and all other products of like nature
and goes to the market he has no idea of the
prices he will be offered for them when he reaches
his destination. He may not be offered any price,
and too frequently he isn’t.
Giving wide publicity to the subject may help
and doubtless will, but the main thinf! to do is to
develop some practical marketing system. Surely
the genius of our people will not much longer
remain at a standstill, but will find a way to over
come the obstacles that are halting agricultural
progress.
Potato houses are being built in this county.
A large one is located in Dalton and potatoes are
now being stored. This is a step in the right direc
tion and points the way for the handling and
holding of other farm products.
The Citizen joins the Tribune in extending con
gratulations to the Atlanta Journal for its enter
prise in urging this important work, and further
stands ready to aid in any manner it can.
A better marketing system is necessary if Geor
gia and the south hre to continue to forge ahead.
This might appropriately be referred to as the
moonshine age—moonshine whiskey, moonshine
thinking and moonshine everything else.
The railroad employes voted to strike which
was most foolish. If they do strike their act will
be damfoolishness run to seed, and the end of un
ionism as now administered.
Too Many Secret Order Organizations.
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The Rome Tribune-Herald is of the opinion that
there are too many secret organizations in this
country, and the Tribune is right. There are a
lot of secret negro organizations in the north
which have already done the race much harm.
The Ku-Klux expose will no doubt do some
good in directing attention to slich SBcret orders
as teach race and religious' prejudice.
The Masons, Odd Fellows, Knights of Pythias
and such- fraternal organizations as carry insur
ance for their membership do a good work^and
will always merit the respect of the publii? gener
ally, but no good can come from any secret order
that encourages class hatred and preaches reli
gious intolerance. It is just such stuff as this that
has brought such wholesale denunciation of the
Ku-Klux Klan, every bit of which is deserved.
The Tribune-Herald, speaking' of these harmful
organizations, says: “We can see no reason why
these negro organizations and a number of other
secret organizations should not be put on the same
basis with the Ku-Klux Klan. There are too many
secret organizations in-this country whose pur
poses are neither religious nor benevolent, any
way, and the matter should be looked into.”
In Boston there is a secret order known as the
“Boston Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Colored People,” made up of both whites and
blacks. The fact that it is secret is the most dam
aging thing about it. An organization of this kind,
engaged in the sort of work it is supposed to be,
ought to be out in the open.
And as showing the intolerant spirit that it fos
ters it had a large committee in Washington the
other day urging that the Ku-Klux Klan be de
stroyed, when what really ought to be done is the
destruction of both, as well as qther secret organ-
iaztions of like character. There is no good work
such organizations can possibly perform, but they
can do a vast amount of harm. We call to witness
the great evils flowing from the operations of the
Ku-Klux Klan, such as the'tarring and feathering
of people, jnen and women, merciless beatings and
anonymous warnings and threats. As a. result of
such depredations s^teral people within the last
year have lost their ijjves. s
Going back to the Boston colored dub, our Rome
contemporary very truthfully says:
We notice the other day at the hearing be
fore the_ rules committee of the house of rep
resentatives held for the purpose of determin
ing whether or not there should be a congres
sional nrohe into the activities of the Ku-Klux
Klan, the ‘‘Boston Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Colored People” was largely rep
resented. In fact, the news item said that rep
resenting that organization in the committee
room were about fifty white people and five
hundred negroes, all from. Boston. They made
themselves very conspicuously and actively
repuanant to many white people present and
by fhe ; r presence and activity doubtless stirred
up still more racial animosities than already
existed in certain quarters.
Such appearance and such demonstrations are
disgusting in the extreme, and are as fuel to the
flames of race hatred.
At the time this is being written it appears there
will be no strike of railway employes just yet.
We have never believed the strike would act
ually occur, although voted by a good majority
of railway employes. It was hardly expected that
the men would vote for a reduction of their own
wages, however large they might be.
Whatever else may be said of the labor chiefs
it can not be truthfully said they are a bunch of
fools, though they may do foolish things at times.
This is the most inopportune time for a strike
that could possibly exist, so far as the workers
are concerned. The Citizen does not take as pes
simistic a view of the unemployment problem as
do many, but there are nevertheless many people
out of work who will work if they get a chance,
and they are not going to be particular about being
called “scabs.” There is nothing that can reason
ably be argued by the union chiefs in favor of a
strike, and everything can logically be urged
against one.
To call a nation-wide railway strike at this time
would be an economic absurdity. In the first
place it would add a couple "of millions to the
ranks of the unemployed, and if "carried on long
enough would throw thousands of other workers
■who are satisfied, into the ranks of the idle. It
would bring on untold suffering in the larger cities,
and would actually cause hunger and starvation.
Even the strike threats have already sent the prices
of cotton, wheat and other commodities tumbling
down.
There is no just, sensible reason for the strike.
The wage reductions made are small compared
with the advances made when the unions forced
the government to stand and deliver during the
war, when all its energies were required in the
prosecution of the great enterprise. This is one of
the humiliating chapters in the history of gov
ernment operation, or direction, of the railways,
and reflects no credit on the loyalty and patriot
ism of the unions.
In a strike the employes would not have the
moral support of the people. Public opinion is
opposed to it, and the people are tired of threats
and strikes, and more than all, they are weary of
paying the expenses of them.
If it were not for the suffering which would
naturally travel in the wake of a national railway
strike we should like to see it cOme and let it be
fought out. We have no doubt about the results,
which would show these chesty unions that they
are not bigger than the government, for in very
truth the threatened strike, and the . strike if it
comes, is a challenge delivered to the government.
It will be in defiance of the agency created by the
government to handle and settle such disputes
as may arise between the railways and their em
ployes. ' ,
One of the great troubles with labor unionism,
as now administered, is its lack of sportsmanship.
It will enter the game but protests the rules if it
loses. If it all comes, its way, well and good. If
not, it is all wrong—then comes the baby act and
the strike.
We will say this much in favor of the rank and
file, however, and that is that they are too often de
ceived by the agitators and bosses higher up, who
through smart propaganda, fool the workers into
voting strikes they otherwise would not.
Along the line of fighting it out now much can
be said, and much is being said. There is a great
deal of sentiment in favor of a show down. It
is true the railroad executives, at least many of
them, want to fight it out, and it may be they are
right. Certainly they are if only a patched-up
peace is to be effected, thus postponing, for only a
little while, the evil day.
If we were a poet we would immortalize these
glorious Octoher days or bust.
According to the Athens Daily News, the sun
never sets on an American jag. Likewise it seldom
sets on American jazz.
Will the railroad brotherhoods compel govern
ment operation of the roads by their threat to
strike? The bluff might as well be called now as
at any other time. Perhaps this is the best time.
The Citizen cannot bring itself to the point
where it is willing' to join those who are trying to
dynamite the members of the Federal Reserve
Board. The criticism of the board for the 'most
part is without merit.
Johnny Spencer tells us that “Miss Myrtilla says
so far as she can remember the only time she ever
really cheated was when she entered a shoe store
and tried on several pairs of slippers for no other
reason than to give her feet a rest.” But no fem
inine angel who ever spent a day shopping will
ever' make a dark snot on Myrtilla’s record for
such cheating. And then isn’t the hosiery display
enough recompense for the trouble?
Longer or Shorter—Which?
We seldom, discuss fashions in these columns,
especially feminine fashions, because in the first
place the present fashions suit us reasonably well,
and in the second place it is none of our business
what the - women wear. N
In our humble opinion the women are dressing
more sensibly and in a more reasonable manner
than they ever have before. There never was a
more. abominable costume hung on the form of
woman than the old long street sweeper of a few
years ago. It was not only frightful in appear
ance, but was unsanitary and consequently un
healthy.
It is true, of course, that the short skirts have
been abused by the careless and unthinking, but
most people are now used to them and pay very
little attention as they are now worn.
It doesn’t make any difference what the women
wear the street “johnnies” and so-called "‘mashers”
will ogle and remark.
The Albany Herald; in discussing the new styles,
using.as a text, a dispatch'from Paris, says:
Skirts are to be longer. How much longer
they trill be, and how long they will be longer,
the country is yet to learn. There is a very
evident disposition on the part of women in
this country to refuse to let the hems of their
skirts get very much nearer the pavements
than the winter fashions decree.
There is also a crusade against the longer
skirt in Paris, whence the world has been
getting most of its ideas about fashions for
many a year. Here is a Paris dispatch in
which we get a pretty clear idea about the
way the wind is blowing over there:
Paris, Oct. .13.—“Leave us our legs.”
Such is the present plaintive appeal of the
Paris midinettes, those smart and sprightly
girls, the youthful dressmakers, who ar& a
joy to the eyes of the citv. The midinettes
are waging a battle for their skirts.
Skirts have crept up and up until, really,
they could rise only a little higher. Now they
have begun to creep down again, but oh, very
slowly and reluctantly.
Foremost in the campaign are the midinettes.
They vow they will not bo‘.v to the dictates
of fashion at this time, and, meanwhile, just
to show they are in earnest, they are wearing
shorter skirts than ever.
If it’s legs the girls in Paris are bent on
showing, there are plenty of ways of getting
them on display. Long skirts can be held up,
or made of such flimsy and clinging material
that the contour of shapely underpinning will
not be hidden. The simple truth is that recent
fashions have made legs so commonplace that
they no longer attract any particular attention.
When short skirts first came in men were in
terested. When the shortening process con
tinued, many men gasped, for they wondered
where the thing would stop. Now the average
man hopes to see a sensibly short skirt adopt
ed as a standard—not short enough to be im
modest, but quite short enough to be above
the dust and filth of streets and- sidewalks,
and givd the wearers full freedom of move
ment in walking. The long skirt that swept
the ground was an abomination because it was
a menace to health. The ultra-short skirt is
an abomination for quite another reason.
Somewhere in between is a sensible happy
medium, and this should be found and per
petuated.
Editor Rucker, of the Alpharetta Free Press,
wants to know what a kotop is. He is a fellow,
if we have read understanding!}', who has gone
over the top for the “Imperial Wizard” by “do
nating” $10.00 in order to become a K. K. K. He
is, after buying his mask, jeady to “parade,” and
is known as a “Knight of the Open Palm.” He
could also be appropriately designated as a “palm
greaser.”
All the wild ideas of unbalanced agitators the
world over, in their ignorant and pitiable quest
for happiness through revolution, confiscation of
property, and crime, cannot overthrow the eternal
truth that the one route to hapiness through prop
erty or government is over the broad and open
highway of service. And service always means
industry, thrift, respect for authority, and recog
nition of the rights of others.—W. G. Sibley.
Georgia is a good state all right in-spite of the
Ku-Klux and rotten politics. She will come out
from under the influence of their witchery soon,
and will stand with her soul shriven before the
country, of which she. is. so important a part,
ready to proclaim her wonderful possibilities.
Georgia needs a different sort of advertising from
the kind she is now getting. Read in another col
umn on this page an editorial from the Atlanta
Journal, under the 'heading, “Let Georgia’s Light
Shine.” It will open, your eyes at least to a cer
tain extent.
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* CUPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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The mouth of the Amazon, we read, is 100
miles wide. That must make Billy Sunday
awfully jealous.—Macon Telegraph.
What do you suppose it is doing for Bill Bryan?
It’s a sorry man who criticises preachers
and the church.—Commerce Observer.
How about a preacher like “Dr.” Caleb Ridley
and the holy roller church?
Why snicker at Reed Smoot for getting his
income tax return wrong? Didn’t everybody
else do the same thing?—Macon Telegraph.
Yea, verily. And almost all of them got ’em
wrong the same way.
The Chinese originally invented printing
and now know less about it than any other
civilized nation.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
Inventing a thing -and then standing still has
never yet got a nation of people very far.
May not the Ku-Klux Klan be- an enterpris
ing plan to rid the market of a lot of night
shirts which were relegated to shelves by the
more popular pajamas?-—Athens Daily News.
Well, now we hadn’t thought of this; but maybe
it is so.
About the only difference between a dinner
and a banquet is that the dinner provides some
regular victuals.—Athens Daily News.
And a banquet used to proyide something to
drink besides water until the Eighteenth Amend
ment sent it all to the cellar.
So far and up to date, at any rate, Mr. Wil
son has made a most exemplary ex-president.
—Rome Tribune-Herald.
Mr. Wilson has always been a gentlmena, which
canot be said of many of those who have sought
his destruction.
Will somebody please page Ernest Camp
and Shope that cbitterling time is just around
the corner?—Commerce News.
And we want ’em to stay “just around the cor
ner,” and remembering what Friend Camp called
’em last year, we believe we are voicing his senti
ments also.
Governor Hardwick seems to be the star
attraction at several of the Georgia fairs. Over-
zealous cops arrested the governor for speed
ing at Griffin last week.—Walton Tribune.
Why overzealous? Should the governor be per
mitted to violate traffic laws and then go free?
A governor is just a man, and in this particular
case he is nothing to brag about.
The Cord.ele Dispatch likes to see girls wear
ing gingham dresses because it adds to the
consumption of cotton. Yes, and it shows that
the girls have uncommonly goiod sense.—Wal
ton Tribune. Gingham dresses are not so ugly,
either, and when worn by a pretty girl, the
combination is delightful as well as sensible.
—Dalton Citizen,.
If the style magazines featured ginghams
‘ they would be all the go. But New York and
Paris are not strong for ginghams for the very
good reason it would not profit the big shops
and department stores. Be it said to their
cash, however, an increasing number of wom
en and girls have worn ginghams during the
past year and they made a hit with the men.
—Commerce Observer.
As one whose knowledge of fashions ^could be
put in a woman’s vanity-box, and still leave space
for a lip-stick, a powder puff and a mirror, we’ll
risk the opinion that women are turnnig to prac
tical clothes, and with practical materials are still
creating beautiful and artistic apparel.
The Dalton Citizen celebrate^ its 74th birth
day anniversary last Thursday, October 6th.
It is one of the strong weekly newspapers of
Georgia anej^exercises a wide influence in the
northwestern part of the state. The editorial
page of The Citizen would do credit to a large
daily. It fights sham and deception, speaks
out fearlessly on every public question, and
keeps a strict watch on public.men and public
affairs. We congratulate the esteemed Citizen
on its long career of usefulness and wish for
it still greater achievement in the years ahead.
—Commerce Observer.
The above remarks are very kind indeed, and
from an appreciated source. It requires a great
deal of work to get out a worth-while newspaper,
and no other kind should be sent out.
Sylvester is to have a grain elevator, erected
by a local milling company, to cost $10,000 and
be ready for business December 1, according
to The Local. This is an important step toward
supplying a home market for diversified pro
ducts. We expect to see the day when there
is a grain elevator at every county-site town
in Soutlv~Georgia.—Tifton Gazette.
A move in the right direction to be sure. Stor
age places for the farmers’ products means more
prosperity.
If the state of Georgia collects five years
rental from the state road in order- to meet
accumulated obligations, the next question is
what is going to be done while that five years
is passing along the cycle of time? There
will be no rent coming into the state treasury,
but there will be more obligations to meet.—
Sandersville Progress.
The thing doesn’t look right at all. In fact it
isn’t either feasible or sensible. It is pigmy states
manship, a brand Georgia is suffering from these
days.
Speaking of the ‘‘shoe string” remedy' for
colds which says that when a fellow feels' a
cold coming on he should stoop over and tie
his shoe—tie both shoes—the Dalton Citizen
says:
And we take pleasure in passing on the
“shoe string remedy,” but we rise to in
quire about the fellow who wears boots?
Isn’t he entitled to some consideration?
He might pull on his. bootstraps a time or
two and see if 'that does him any god.—Co
lumbus Enquirer-Sun.
We believe if a fellow could pull himself up by
his bootstraps he would be entirely cured.
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The Password.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
The earnest heart, holding vision of the reali
ties, discovers for itself the ancient password, lost
through the perfidy of unworthy workmen. Over
the doorway and on the walls of every such heart,
the Grand Master Himself, chisels deep that mag
netic word in letters of impenetrable light. Across
*the walls of heaven it blazes in letters formed
of worlds and constellations. On the valleys and
the mountains, the fields and\ the meadows, the
Divine Hand writes it continually. Every clod
is pregnant with its meaning. Every blade of
grass, every leaf and every flower breathes it to
the souls of men and women. Its music throbs
in the sound of the falling rain, in the laughter of
the waterfall and in the song of the brook flowing
seaward through greening field and forest. Its
divineness makes beautiful the lives of the sons
and daughters of light, and touches their characters
with a glory like unto the glory of Him who came
not to be ministered unto, but to minister. What
is this beautiful, this mystic, this divine word that
comes to humanity from the heart-throb of Om
nipotence? Heaven and earth, nature and revela
tion answer—Service!
It is service alone that justifies the existence of
anything, whatsoever. That which demands to be
ministered unto has no place in the world; and by
its very nature is a worker of evil.
There is no service but the service man renders
man. There is no ministry but the ministry of
man to man. The thought of any other'is absurd.
For man to serve God in any other way than by
serving humanity is impossible. Only the spirit
of the Divine Master can make divine; and the
spirit of the Master is the spirit of service. He
spent the years of his earthly life sharing the sor
rows and bearing the burdens and brightening the
lives of those around Him; and revealing .by teach
ing and example the way to oneness with God.
When He washed His disciples’ feet, He showed
to men the divine dignity of the humblest-service
man can render man. The stupidity and pride
of men had made religion a thing of temple and
book and rite and tradition.- The Son of God
made it a thing of the toil and sorrows and joys
and drudgeries of everyday life. He saw to the
heart of truth; and when He declared that “man
was not made for the Sabbah but the Sabbath for
man” He stripped the veil of superstition away
and revealed the supremacy of man. Man is lord.
All things else of earth and time exist to minister
unto-'him. There is no insignificant life. There
is no mean service. There is no little duty.
It is the pride of ignorance that separates hu
manity into classes, and erects barriers between
man and man. It is the_ignorance of pride that
thinks God calls only a man here and there to a
divine service—a divine minister. Every human
being is called to such service—to such ministry.
The ability to rqnder a needed service is the call;
and since ability is divinely bestowed, every call
is divine. Faithfulness to the call is the one
measure of greatness—of worth—and alone, lifts
to higher duties and nobler responsibilities.* Ev
erywhere in the boundless universe service is Ihe
password demanded, and the measure of faithful
ness is the measure of worth. But, alas! well-
meaning men are forever weaving veils between
the eyes of other men and the light that flashes
upon that wonderful word; are foreve* building
around opinion and prejudice systems of theology
that hold in slavery the multitudes; are forever
irakipg religion a thing of temples, and books and
rites and days. Were the truth realized, what
a glory and grandeur it would give the labor of
everyday life—what a heavenly beauty it would
throw upon service and sacrifice! Everywhere
men would work with glad hearts and willing
hands; and the spirit within them would make
sublime every hour and every duty.
JESSIE BAXTER SMITH.
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♦ EXCHANGE OPINION *
S S W X S K X » K » XX ST'Sli XXXXXXXX
Let Georgia’s Light Shine.
Interesting discussion has been provoked .by
census figures showing that four hundred and
sixty-four thousand native Georgians are residents
of other states, while only two hundred and twen
ty-one thousand natives of other states are resi
dent Georgians.
To one abiding in this land of milk and honey
(to say nothing of cane syrup and syrup and coun
try ham, nor even to hint of such Edenic treasure
as peaches, ’possums and sugar-oozing yams) it
appears incredible that men clothed and in their
right minds would leave Georgia for any country
this side of heaven—and not many are in haste
to betake themselves even thither. The only ex
planation seems to be that while Georgia has rested
largely in the theory that virtue is its own reward,
other states have trumpeted their merits by per
sistent advertising. To - prospective homefceekers
and investors throughout the country* they have
tol'd the story of their soil, their streams and their
forests, their thriving towns and busv ports, their
'-various industries, their healthfulness, their
schools and churches and social qdvantagesj their
achievement and their promise.
Georgia has a most engaging story to tell of all
these things, with manv an added chapter on her
own distinctive gifts. But in so far as advanced
methods of publicity are concerned she has been
all too prone to leave her candle under a bushel.
Bv this we do not mean that highlv intelligent
and elective advertising in her behalf has not
been done: its quality, for the most part, has been
excellent, but surely in quantity it has fallen far
short of the commonwealth’s needs and deserts.
The light of this wondrous empire of opportunity
should he made to shine across the continent’s
len.°th and breadth.
The beginning of helpful publicity, it is true,
is enterprise- thrift, productiveness, law and order,
tolerance and good-will. But there is also obvious
need of definite, sustained, well organized efforts
to reach the attention of investors and homeseek-
ers who are looking in other directions for what
awaits them so abundantly in this state of brim
ming opportunity. The Georgia Association and
other dependable agencies devoted to this impor
tant erfterorlse should receive unstinted support.
—Atlanta Journal.
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-Poet
Bean Pole Sal.
Oh, once I loved a pretty maid,
Her age was thirty-three,
Her hair it \vas an auburn shade ,
And quite cross-eyed was she;
Her form was like a bamboo cane,
This knock-kneed freckled gal,
Her name it was Matilda Jane—
They called her Bean Pole Sal.
Now Bean Pole Sal and I one day
Went out to take a stroll,
A brindle hull dog came our way
With murder in his soul;
A solid wall was on our right,
I knew not what to do,
But Sal a little knot hole saw
And gently slipped right through.
One time when Bean Pole Sal was there,
Her mother, old, did try
With blinding eyes to draw a thread
Within a needle’s eye;
The thread dropped from the clumsy hand,
And Sally cried, “Oh, my,
Dear mother, can’t you understand?
You’ve drawn me through the eye.”
But, ah, alas! we had to part,
As sweethearts sometimes do,
It broke my Bean Pole Sally’s heart,
For to me she wgs true;
She wept and wasted quite away,
And thinner grew for fair,
Until at last, they say, one day
She vanished into air.
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A Fall Note.
The winter, drear, is nearly here,
The autumn leaves are thinning;
The summer goods are put away,
And outing has its inning.
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Snatching ’Em Baldheaded.
Some dames prefer
To bob their hair;
While others snatch
Their men’s head bare.
vUgh!
I swear I’d starve
Before I’d eat
A chicken’s head
Or an old pig’s feet.
Lucky Prune.
I wish I was a juicy prune,
With sugar all imbued;
For then I’d know that I full soon
Most surely would get stewed.
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Autumn.
Sing a song of autunin, ; -
Tramping through the fields,
Drinking in the odors
That September yields.
—N. Y. Sun.
Sing a song of autumn,
Tramping o’er the lea,
Looking for a ’possum
Up that ’simmon tree.
—Athens Daily News.
Sing a song of autumn,
And the autumn thrill,
Tramping o’er the mountains
Hunting of a still.
A Dream of Riches. '
I had a dream the other nighfe— :.-.i
A dream of wealth untold—
The wealth of all the world was mine.
The silver and the gold.
The wealth &o great to you I state
My coffers huge did jam,
In fact I really had enough
To almost buy a ham.
Sure, Mike!
If money the root of all evil be
(As even the poet sings)
I’d surely like, it seems to me,
To get at the root of things.
Lucky Printer.
The printerman need never starve,
And he can live at ease,
For he can step up to the case
And pick a lot of p’s.
—Dalton Citizen.
No, the printer will never starve,
Here’s the reason why:
Just behind the office door;
He keeps a bucket of pi.
—Manchester Mercury.
And if he’d like to taste of sweet,
When tiring of his p’s,
Up to the case he’ll go and get
Some honey from his b’s.
Takes All Sorts, Bo.
Some men are fat
And some are lean,
And some are wise—
And some are green.
That’s So. .
Some men are like
A noisy jay,
The less they know
The more they say.
Be Unafraid.
Days of gray, or skies of blue,
Be unafraid.
Thorny way or rosy hue,
Be unafraid.
Lift your head above the cloud
Which your perished hopes enshroud,
Shout unto the gods aloud
You’re unafraid.
What tho’ fate has thrown you down.
Be unafraid.
Never mind Dame Fortune’s frown,
Be unafraid.
Through the smiles and through the tears
Of the other yester-years,
Find the strength to quell your fears,
Be unafraid.
The Sleeping Merchant.
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
territory with catalogues, . for there’s money
there for them, "and they generally succeed in
getting part of it.—Fitzgerald. Leader.
The merchant who has anything worth
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 advertise. The mail order houses
do, and they go to the people in the .communi
ties where the local merchants spend their
time spitting at cracks, whittling and fighting
flies.—Dalton Citigen.
He invites industrious, enteiprising merchants
of other trade centers to come into his community
and “mop up.” Peonle have not stopped wearing
clothes, shoes and hats. They have not stopped
eating and sleeping. They have not stopped their
going. They have not stopped their housekeeping
at home and their rounds of duty on the outside.
While that is going on they are required to spend
something. Why not get some of that spending,
much of that spending, in the home store? Let
the sleepy, grouchy merchant answer this, if he is
within hearing distance.—Cordele Dispatch.
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