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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1921.
Dalton Coming to the Front.
0*dal Organ of the United States Circuit and District
Oaurts, Northwestern division, Northern District of Georgia.
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DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1921.
And to think Fatty has got to go through it all
again.
When a fellow begins to “if” and “and” and
“but” about the bond election, put it down that
he is against it. He is trying to find an excuse.
Well, at any rate, we’U bet that bunch of con
gressmen Hearst is riding around through Canada
will at least make the dispensers of Haig & Haig
think about raising the price.
Dalton’s new $100,000 hotel is assured. Our hat
is off to Horace J. Smith, who always sees “peace
and prosperity staring us in the face.” He is the
man who put the proposition over.
Red Cross Seals.
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Red Cross Christma^seals have arrived, and the
Lesche Woman’s Club is to put on a vigorous sales
campaign, in an effort to raise more money this
year for the crusade against tuberculosis than has
been done heretofore. Tuberculosis is this coun
try’s plague, but the disease is being checked, and
can be exterminated by science, aided by the
money .derived by the national sale of Christmas
seals.
This means of financing the fight against tuber
culosis was originated by a woman, Miss Emily
P. Bissell, of Delaware, in 1907, and women’s clubs
of the nation lend their services to effect the suc
cess of the cause. The first year the sales netted
$3,000, and in 1919 they brought $4,000,000. With
growing public interest, and the same ratio of in
crease in sales, we may reasonably hope to curb
this marauder of health in another generation.
It is a national campaign of relief, yet its ben
efits are local. Approximately ninety per cent of. |
the money raised for this campaign in Georgia
remains in this state, and if sales in Dalton are
in keeping with the allotment for the town a large
part of the money is retained here to alleviate
local sufferers.
Dalton has always responded with warm-heart
ed generosity, and we feel sure this year Christ
mas parcels will be fittingly decorated with the ar
tistic double-cross seals, symbolizing the sympa
thy and public spirit of its citizenship.
Dalton is on the threshold of a forward move
ment that is going to put her several leagues ahead
of her present status, and her present status is by
no means bad. She has seen darker days.
There have been no business failures in Dalton
during the period of depression. Her merchants
and manufacturers are on a sound basis, and bus
iness is reasonably good. There is no room for
complaint. Honest workers who are willing to
work have no trouble in finding employment.
Every manufacturing plant is running full time.
Now and then, of course, a wail from chronic
pessimists is heard, but it is soon drowned out by
the chorus of the optimists who, after all, are
always in the majority.
Dalton is moving ahead.
A new $100,000 hotel will—be built nexi year.
This is not put forth as a boost bht as a fact. The
money has already been subscribed, and the build
ing will be begun in the early spring—perhaps as
early as March.
Horace J. Smith, one of Dalton’s most success
ful and wide-awake business men, is the promoter,
and he is being ably assisted by Col. W. C. M&r-
tin. Every dollar of the investment come? from
Dalton people, which is n splendid advertisement
for this town. Daltonians have confidence in Dal
ton. , v
Now on top of this comes the announcement
that the Hardwick interests will build a modern
apartment house on Crawford street. The lot has
already been purchased, and according to Vjf. M.
Hardwick, who is now the head of the various
Hardwick institutions, building will begin next
year.. •
On the opera house corner the First National
Bank interests will, build a modern business build
ing, and in all probability construction on this
will begin during the year 1922.
Why should the people of Dalton be down
hearted? They simply are not.
They are feeling so good over the, bright pros
pects that they are going to vote a $90,000 bond
issue for school improvements and the erection
and equipment of a modern high school building.
And finally a new passenger station, in keeping
•with the spirit and progress of the town, must
be built.
It has long been understood in Dalton that when
a new hotel was built a new passenger depot
would likewise be ordered, and surely the people
are expecting the state railroad commission and
the railroads to do their full duty in regard to a
new passenger depot, one in keeping -with the
growth and improvement of the best town in
Northwest Georgia.
And then we must not forget that Baptist High
school. We have the room for it, need it and
want it.
Dalton is now too busy to listen to the, wails
of pessimism. She has only time to run over the
pessimists, provided they will not get out of the
way.
and celebrations in honor of the seeker after the
fountain of youth.
Other books by Mr. Harman are: “In Peaceful
Valley,” “Gates of Twilight,” “Dreams of Yester
day,” “A Bar of Song” and “Yuletide and You. :
The real slacker in these times of reconstruction
is the fellow who tries to put all his duties off on
the other fellow.
Hearst Papers a Public Menace.
There are too many people in this country who
refuse to let their business interfere with their
pleasure. They are working for bankruptcy ref
erees, but don’t seem to know it until" it is too late.
That woman who balled up the Arbuckle jury
and forced a new trial is modern in every respect.
She said she would sit “until hell froze over be
fore she would change her vote.” She also ad
mitted that she didn’t care a d—n about the evi
dence, either.
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According to the Greensboro Herald-Journal,
‘‘’way down south where the people are on the
level, the old boll weevil has played the devil.”
Well, we don’t know about that. We feel that
“Machine Jim” Brown’s advocacy of a moratorium
has done Georgia more harm than the boll weevil.
We hope the esteemed Columbus Enquirer-Sun
has not adopted the cold policy of aloofness as
regards exchanges. We have not received a copy
of the Enquirer-Sun in two weeks. We fear Ed
itors Loyless, Harris and Tucker have formed a
conspiracy to keep us off their home brew.
Simply by Doing It.
“The tax-dodger is the great offender,” say?
The Dalton Citizen. All we’ve got to say is,
we just wish we could find out how they did
it successfully.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
They get by simply by doing it. The tax
dodger is a bad piece of furniture. He has
more nerve than he ought to have. He has a
pretty bad code of morals. He is selfish to
the ends of the earth. He has no interest in
maintaining government^ He is always doubt
ing and distrusting his fellow—believes he
gets by and thereby finds an excuse fpr his
own diminishing returns. He justifies his acts
upon the most frivolous excuse. He never has
known what justice and fair play mean. He
doesn’t believe -in carrying a fair portion of
the burdens—of public duties or . anything that
doesn’t net him handsome returns. His atti
tude todards the public, towards his neighbor,
towards his church and school, his municipal
government, his county and state is that of
the “tight wad.” He doesn’t enjoy life be
cause he is always afraid he is going to need
something he cannot have. He lets an inter
est in self override an understanding that he
cannot live unto himself.
We have not said one word here that is not
true of the professional tax dodger. Would
you like to be one? Is it not far better to pay
the little difference and put in a fair property
valuation? That is the better course to pur
sue. It makes more happiness.—Cordele Dis
patch.
If the tax dodger harmed only himself it would
not be so bad, but he harms the, most essential
institutions of the community in which he
lives. He is not the friend of schools or good
roads. His selfishness is placed ahead of them,
and frequently he is the “leader” in church and
civic work, that is, he makes himself believe he
He fools himself worse than he fools anybody
“The Hearst papers are unhappy these days.
It looks like the world is drifting in the direc
tion of peace, and they are against peace. The
big writers in the Hearst papers incline to
spending money for big armies and navies.
They think that Providence has decreed that
men shall fight always, and that they should
continue to arm themselves until they, are
bankrupt, and until they are so weighted down
with armor that they are unable to attend to
business. The Hearst ‘best minds’ are run
ning counter to the Harding ‘best minds,”’
notes The Moultrie Observer. It never fails
that those who took the le,ast part in the great
war care the least about preventing future
war. The Hearst papers fattened on the war,
while they did nothing, towards aiding their
conntry in its time of need, nor towards es
tablishing reconstruction when the war was
over. Instead, they antagonized the govern
ment in the prosecution of the war, were at
times openly friendly with the enemy, and
always bitterly vituperative toward our
strongest ally. These papers did their best to
provoke a war with Mexico, where Hearst’s
mines needed intervention. They fought the
League of Nations and are now lukewarm
towards the Arms Conference. They do not
want to prevent future wars; they make too
much money out of war.—Tifton Gazette.
The Hearst papers are essentially Hearstian,
which means selfishness, egotism, and a sort of
holier-than-thou attitude. They proclaim their
Americanism in every breath, yet they are anti-
American in every sentiment. They are sloppy
and soft. They deal in glittering and insinuating
generalities. Their piffle is plausible to the untu
tored and unlettered multitude.
During the war these papers were notoriously
pro-German, and since the war they have been
anti-league, anti-peace, and anti-everything else
that is dear to the heart of real Americanism.
They are now engaged in nagging the arms con
ference at Washington, the leaders of which are
beginning to see that a league, or an association,
of nations, is necessary to the peace of the world.
This country is suffering too'much as a result
of nagging, fault-finding newspapers, so-called, of
the Hearst type.
Some friend in Atlanta sent us a copy of “The
Searchlight” of Sunday, December 4th. It contains
some sensational disclosures with reference to
certain members of the Atlanta Georgian staff.
Evidently they are beginning their Christmas cel
ebration way ahead of time, that is, if “The
Searchlight” is telling the truth.
‘Songs, of Florida Shores.*
is.
else, but harms the community, more than he
harms himself, and that is the tragedy of it all.
In failing to carry his proper proportion of the
load he puts it off on Ms friends (if he has any)
and Ms neighbors, thus making their burdens
heavier. If all assessments were equitable and
just and property was honestly given in for tax
ation, the tax rate would be lower and commu
nity and state institutions would not be on the
pauper list, as they are now in this state.
The Citizen contends, and has contended for
years, and the tax dodger is the great offender;
not only that, he is a menace to the institutions
that make for progress and community betterment.
In the legislature he always has representation,
it is this that is always working -to repeal all
equalization laws, no matter how just they
Mr. H. E. Harman, an Atlanta business man and
poet, whose gems brighten the daily newspapers
of that city at frequent intervals, issues a book
of poems before each Christmas season. His latest
book is “Songs of Florida Shores,” forty-eight
pages of poems and tropical illustrations encased
in a prettily decorated cover, giving a tiny view
of a palm-encircled bay.
The author is an adopted Georgian who has spent
many, of Ms winters in the ‘land of flowers,” and
the balmy.bays and inviting island have such a
hold on hi Sr affections he sings of their beauties
in a native-son vein. His descriptive poems bring
to the mind unacquainted with Florida the trop
ical glories of her shores, and in those who have
seen our sister state with her palms and poin-
settias, her moss and magnolias, her moonlit rivers
and sunlit seas, he awakens memories we are glad
to entertain.
Along with the sentimental and general poems
are given some that were inspired by the romantic
and daring spirits of centuries ago. The story of
Gasparilla, the Spanish Buccaneer, is told in verse,
and the dreams of DeSoto and Ponce de Leon are
touched upon. These should make a special ap
peal to Floridians who /still Have Gasparilla weeks
The Irish Question .Settled.
The Irish question has at last been settled, and
Ireland will henceforth be known as the “Irish
free state,” having the same status as Canada, Aus
tralia, New Zealand, and South Africa, with one
reservation, and that is the Irish free state will
rule supreme so far as its finances are concerned,
although she must pay her part of the national
war debt
It is to be hoped that the 700 years old dispute
between England and Ireland will stay down, and
that they will both live in peace and harmony
from tMs time on, and that Ireland herself will
have no internal disturbances to vindicate the
remark of the wag to the effect that all the Irish
want “is to be left alone so they can fight in peace.”
The British are a great people, and as a general
proposition liberally generous in their rule and
control of their various dominions, and one of the
puzzles of history has been, considered from the
layman’s standpoint, why they have been so long
reacMng an agreement with the Irish.
Now that peace between the two peoples has
been declared much anxiety and unrest are re
moved. It means much for our own country, in
that a great cause for friction between England
and America is removed. The proverbial English
haters will no longer have the Irish question to
harp on.
The settlement of the Irish question is pause for
rejoicing the world over.
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♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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Why should the spirit of mortal be bottled
up?—Greensboro Herald-Journal.
Why shouldn’t it be?
The National Council of Women, meeting
in PMladelphia, favors laws proMbiting the
sale of cigarettes to girls. But what good
would that do It’s a poor, flapper that can’t
borrow the makin’s from her sweetie.—Macon
Telegraph. |
And still a poorer one who can’t work her
sweetie for all'the cigarettes she can smoke.
Mr. Morse’s flight to Europe tMs time was
said to be on the suggestion of physicians.
He will return at -once on suggestions from
the American government to the French po->
lice'.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
Morse seems to be a bad egg. Whenever he
gets himself in trouble he gets sick in order to
get out. That’s the way he got out of the federal
penitentiary.
The grain elevator at Waynesboro is con
verting surplus farm products into cash, says
the Sandersville Progress. The Tribune is
endeavoring to urge upon the people of Walton
county the nefcessity of a grain elevator at
Monroe.—Walton Tribune.
Grain elevators and storage plants are tMngs
every town should have. They are the first es
sential to a fair price for the products of the farm.
Speaking of the recent ribald remarks of
an Illinois newspaper anent “Georgia sending
a peanut to the United States senate,” a con-
trib with a good memory descants as follows:
“I would like to remark that Georgia has never
sent anyone to the senate who failed to be con
firmed or seated.” Neat li’l comeback, eh,
what?—Macon Telegraph.
That’s what we’d call it, when we consider
what we have sent.
If Will Hays can use another suggestion for
the betterment of the mail service he needn’t
trouble to go any further. Here it is: Ask
the million or more propagandists in tMs
country to have a heart and quit choking up
the mails with letters which down-trodden
editors throw in the waste basket and give
poor old Santa Claus a chance.—Macon Tele
graph.
And further, it would not be a bad idea if he
would stop senators and congressmen from trying
to save the country with “franked” speeches which
are never spoken.
If Senator Watson is giving Commissioner
of Agriculture Brown wild cats, and if Com
missioner Brown and Governor Hardwick are
building an independent political machine to
absolutely control Georgia, and if Internal
Revenue Collector A. O. Blalock is going to
run against Brown for commissioner of agri
culture, and if Mr. Blalock’s son is Governor
Hardwick’s private secretary, wherenpll can
a fellow tell wfiere he’s at? All of which ap
pears to be quite true.—LaGrange Reporter.
Judging from what “MacMne Jim’’ did to Hard
wick last summer when the legislature was in
session, we can hardly think of a political coali
tion between the two. Of course they may be
buddies. We don’t know. *
Rev. L. A. Brown, of Baxley, one. of the
ministers attending Conference, was looking
.over The Gazette. “I am glad to see one
newspaper that spells Mussel Shoals correct
ly,” he said. “I was raised within a few miles
of the Shoals and they took their name from
the mussels, wMch are unusually abundant
there. Every time I see the name spelled
‘muscle’ I want to protest. That form of spell
ing is misleading.”—Tifton Gazette.
The spelling is both misleading and wrong.
“Mussel” is the correct spelling. We note the
Chattanooga Times now uses the correct form.
Every Georgia citizen who has been tio
North Georgia and seen the wonderful beauty
of certain sections of that particular part of
the state, agree heartily with Congressman
Gordon Lee’s proposition to create a National
Park of certain sections. With CMckamauga
as a nucleus to build around, that section tak
ing in the mountains of Northeast Georgia
would be fine. Let us hope it will be adopted
by the Urnted States government.—Nashville
Herald. '
Congressman Lee’s bill to make a great national
park in North Georgia is a-step in the right direc
tion. It means much to the entire state.
She Is Not Pretty.
If there is anytiiing uglier than a pretty
woman smoking a cigarette we have yet to
come across it.—Dalton Citizen.
Most men are willing to admit beauty when they
find it in a woman’s grace, but a cigarette can
kill it all. No woman with a cigarette ever looked
beautiful or anytMng near it. Is that not strange
that so little a tiling can change all the God-given
graces of a human being? A cigarette in itself
is not so distasteful, but in the hands of a woman
it destroys all charm.
The pioneer grandmothers of this country
smoked pipes, “dipped” snuff, and even sometimes
chewed tobacco like men, but the graceful, pretty
young womanhood dared not . touch any of these
things. # And today we are far removed from
associating the grahdmothers with the habit Many
privileges are being bestowed on the women of
tiiis day, but they will never do well with the
cigarette. That is man.’s exclusive privilege which
women must not attempt to appropriate.—Cordeie
Dispatch.
With the continued looting of the state funds
The Dalton Citizen thinks there will be noth
ing left at the capitol but the office funiture
and officials. We are tMnking some of the
officials who are there now will not be there
after next year. If there ever was a time when
the state house needed a cleaning out now
seems to be the time. And the people seem to
be getting in a frame of mind to do the oust
ing.—Madison Madisonian.
And c well they may. They thought Governor
Hardwick was to sweep out the capitol but he
didn’t do it. “Machine Jim” was too much’for
him, in that he* controlled the legislature. Now
it is up to the people to try again.
That the war is not over for many who
served, the disappearance of Lieutenant-Col
onel Charles W. Whittlesy from the steam
ship Toloa, on his way from New York to
Havana, testifies. Colonel Whittlesy was a
Major when he commanded the “Lost Battal
ion,” and the story of the bravery of the Ma
jor and his men thrilled the world. It is
feared he committed suicide, Mmself taking
the life he risked so daringly. The war left
its impression on the minds more than on the
bodies of those who saw the worst of it. It
is only those who risked nothing, braved noth
ing and cared nothing who do not care about
measures to prevent future wars.—Tifton Ga
zette.
That’s the truth. People of today who are the
most indifferent to the idea of the peace of the
world are those who did notMng during the war
except to throw obstacles in the way of the suc
cessful prosecution of it. They are the ones who
berate Mr. Wilson, and sneer at the idea of a
league of nations.
Editor Shope, of The Dalton Citizen, insists
that the tax dodger is the one who is really
responsible for Georgia’s financial- troubles,
and he is right. The trouble is, that the av
erage legislator is afraid of the tax dodger’s
vote. Twenty-seven years ago, a general as
sembly was found with the courage to pass
a law providing for equalization boards wMch
were intended to bring the tax dodger to
book, but the law was repealed in less than
two years. Then, about ten years ago, we
got another tax equalization law, and not a
session of the general assembly has convened
since it was put in operation that has not had
to fight down efforts to repeal it. The trouble
is, that the tax dodger is either in the ma
jority, or dangerously near it. Georgia is a
slacker state in tax-paying as well as in pa
triotism.—Tifton Gazette.
And the reason there are so many tax dodgers in
the state is because there are too many lax tax offi
cials in the state. And they receive their encour
agement to be lax by 'reading rotten political
speeches from such demagogues as Commissioner
of Agriculture Brown and the ravings of Tom Wat
son.
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The Path.
Through fields of-sunlight and of song,
Where brooklets laugh and flowers throng,
And sweet winds whisper through the skies,
Awhile the thornless pathway lies.
Then dips into some darksome vale .
Where phantoms stalk and wild winds wail,
And not a flower lifts a bloom
To brighten the soul-chilling gloom.
Rises again into the light
To wind about some wind-swept height
Where eagles wheel in solitude,
And eternal silences brood.
Descends into the wilderness,
Where weird winds sob out their distress,
And serpents Mss and brambles grow,
And fateful poppies blush and blow;
Is lost at last to mortal eyes
In that mystic valley that lies
Beyond the limits of the known,
Where earth-born light has never shone.
JESSIE BAXTER SMITH.
The Release from Pain.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
The greatest joy in the world comes in the re
lease from pain. If you do not believe in the
innate goodness of the world, if you think a sin
ister power rules in all creation, consider the joy
that comes to you when after much suffering you
are suddenly freed from pain. After you have
passed through a long sickness, when pain has
tortured your body through many days, you find
heaven when you come to the hour in which you
find freedom from the power of pain.
Creative energy has jyorked through untold cen
turies building up a satisfactory physical and spir
itual environment for man. Normal life finds a
place of ease and contentment in that environ
ment. The satisfaction, the Mgh joy of living
comes when we have found our place, when we
move in harmony with the cosmic purpose. But
when sickness brings discord, when our lives be
come discordant notes in the music of infinite
purpose then pain and anguish come and we can
only be happy again by going back to our place
of peace.
Someone has said that no man lives in the
broadest, deepest sense until he is in perfect cor
respondence with- all of Ms environment. That
is true because envirpnment and creature are but
parts of the whole. Throw man out of corres
pondence with Ms physical environment and he
connect Mm from the spiritual plan and progress
is in pain and moves toward physical death, dis-
of the world and we have spiritual anguish, suf
fering infinitely more terrible than that caused
by any physical malady.
Discord brings sorrow, harmony brings peach.
The heaven of the returning prodigal is sweeter
because of the memory of the hell he was in when
he "was out of place.
The greatest joy in the world is in the release
from pain.
HIRAM SMITH.
CHEERY LAYS
/of DREARY DAYS
By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-Poet
Santa Claus Prepares.
Way up yonder in the nortMand,
There are busy, dizzy times,
With the reindeers Mtched and ready,
With the sleigh and silv’ry cMmes!
For Old Santa Claus is loading
All the presents in Ms sleigh,
For the merry, cheery journey
He will make on Christmas Day;
EXCHANGE OPINION *
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Put Money to Work.
Noting the tendency in some sections to keep
money out of circulation wMch ought to go to the
payment of debts, The Moultrie (Ga.) Observer
stresses the .fact that “the tMng that will injure
the country most is not that there will not be
enough with wMch to pay all that is owed, but
that a large number of people, who have some
money, do not pay up as far as they are able.”
The point is well taken. The smallest payments
on many accounts help big in the aggregate. It
is the little here and there that keeps business
moving-in every community.
Idle money benefits no one. It is the moving
dollar that gathers strength as it goes and bright
ens the financial atmosphere.
•What will keep business on the up-grade is
summed up by the Moultrie paper as follows:
“What is needed is that all resources that are
marketable be made liquid and applied to debts.
Then will come confidence and credit and rest
from collectors, while some work is being done
and more money earned. Much of the money that
has been made available tMs year has not been
applied to debts, and tMs fact is keeping a lot of
money out of circulation, and is serving to keep
prices lower and business bad.”
The same tMng applies wherever money isn’t
See the wondrous sleeping dollies
And the vari-colored toys,
Which on Christmas in their stockings
Will be found by girls and boys.
See the drums and little wagons,
Tea sets for the girlies, too,
Picture books about the fairies—
Maybe there is one for you.
Gh, what jolly, times they’re having,
Way up there in Santa’s land,
Picking out each kiddie’s presents
At Old Santa Claus’ command.
WMle Old Dancer and Old Prancer
With the heavy-laden sleigh,
Pawing eagerly the roadway,
Wait the time till Christmas Day.
But Old Santa Claus is watcMng
Every little kiddie’s way,
And if you are very naughty
He’ll not come there with Ms sleigh.
So be good and quiet, children,
In your work and in your play,
And, perHhps, he’ll fill your stocking
When he comes bn Christmas Day.
Magic.
There’s magic in the song of birds
We hear a summer morn.
There’s magic in the whispering winds
Across the fields of corn.
There’s magic in the cheering smile,
Or in a glad handshake,
There’s magic in a soft caress—
And in a Buckwheat cake.
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Some Animals I Have Known.
And any dog’s a funny cuss,
When summer heat waves dance.
You see Ms pants in summer,
But in winter time—no pants.
—Dalton Citizen.
A cat’s a real a-mews-ing cuss—
It really is? by jings!
It makes its funny noises
’Cause it’s full of fiddle-strings.
—Cedartown Standard.
A goat’s an entertaining cuss,
With all Ms prankish capers;
He’s full of funny jokes, for he
Digests the comic papers.
A Christmas Problem.
Sing a song of Christmas,
Only two weeks hence,
Many, to remember,
And me with fifteen cents.
Too Late Now.
Remember when last Christmas
You made that solemn vow,
To do your shopping early?
Well, it is too late now.
The Oppressed Poor.
“A poor man stands but little chance,”
Says Old Man Abram Vicker;
“The price of moonshine is so high,
The rich get all the licker.”
Horrible Accident.
A thing occurred the other day
To make one’s hair arise:
A man stepped to a printer’s case
And then scratched out his “i’s.”
At the Animal Fair.
The bulldog packed Ms little grip;
The elephant his trunk.
Said they,’ “We’ll quit before we take
A (s)cent from that darn skunk.”
An Interrupted Romance.
A man and a miss
Were sitting
Like this
(And it was in bright summer weather)
Their chairs closer drew
By one inch or two,
Until they were quite close together.
But through the thick gloom
There strode in the room
The big burly form of her father,
And ere the dear lass
Had turned up the gas.
Were they sitting apart? Well, rawther,
Like tMs.
Keep Your. Courage.
*Mid the storm and stress of life,
Keep your courage.
’Mid the battle and the strife,
Keep your courage.
Though at -times there seems no hope.
And you only blindly grope,
With misfortune bravely cope,
And keep your courage.
Though at times your banner fall,
Keep your courage.
Failure doesnt’ end it all,
Keep your courage.
Just as long as you can fight.
There’s a chance to get in right,
Drive ahead with all your might,
And keep your courage.
meeting its obligations in a debt-paying way.
Buried dollars don’t grow. But once let them get
the proverbial “move on,” and good times are not
a far-off dream, but they knock every day at the
home-doors.—Atlanta Constitution.
The Grouch Man.
As an exile an ex-king is a hard one to deal
with.
He seems to give no thanks to God or man that
it’s as well with him as it is, but regards any
place of unmolested retirement as a prison pen.
His waking hours are devoted to self-pity, and
to sleep is but to dream of the lost empire.
All in all, from Ms point of view, he’s in a
mighty bad way 1
That’s why William Hohenzollem can’t content
Rimsplf in Ms Doom castle, but, having long
since sawed up all the available wood at hand,
grouches over the prospect of having notMng to
do. ^
T.ilfp Ms old ally, ex-emperor of Austria, he
can’t get away from Mmself, and the idle role
of a well-todo has been, it seems, the extreme of
punishment.
But perhaps the bitterest thought of all is that
the world doesn’t bother its busy head about Mm,
or Ms kind, any more; and he has to sulk and
frown as the great world show goes by, to get
even a news paragraph.
So William Hohenzollem becomes the Grouch
Man of Doom and—gets in the news columns.
And another sad reflection may be that the
world doesn’t forget everytMng.
For it still works daily, as it will for years,
amid wreck and ruin, and voices seem to cry to it
from old battle-fields, and it—remembers!—Atlan
ta Constitution.
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