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f . • . >" - 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. w;, mi 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. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦*♦♦♦ ♦' ♦ ♦ * CUPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦ ♦ « 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. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ 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. SlIiSSSSKSSSSKSiSJ ♦ 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. ****** 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. ****** 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. * * * * * 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. 8&H»ilBlsiBa£iii£cJ^££uEHU . :" V