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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1921.
The Dalton Citizen
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DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1921
Don’t forget the poor on Christmas.
Don’t forget the school bond election on Jan
uary Gth.
The Citizen wishes everybody a merry Christ
mas, unalloyed with drunks and boisterousness.
The Bond Issue.
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It isn’t necessary, we take it, to argue with
reasonable people that the Dalton public schools
are inadequate to serve their purpose. Every
grade is over-crowded and it would be well for
the public generally to visit the schools and see
for themselves the crowded condition that ex
ists, and be convinced that more room is es
sentially necessary if the children of the commu
nity are to have what they are entitled to, and
what the tax-payers are paying for.
Therefore, realizing this the city has called a
bond election, for the purpose of giving the pub
lie an opportunity to vote bonds for the improve
ment of their schools, and - on January Gth this
election will be held, and it is tq be hoped that
the people will vote to put the Dalton public
school system’in shape to take care of the fast
growing school population. It is an obligation
that society and Christianity owe to the children
now trooping to school and those to follow them
LaGrange, Decatur and other Georgia towns in
Dalton’s class have just recently voted liberal
bond issues for schools. So has the city of At
lanta. And soon they will have room and high
-school facilities in keeping With their growth and
progress. Dalton cannot afford to lag behind. The
best is none To good for the children of Dalton,
and the parents of them will be satisfied with
nothing less.
The way to insure the success of the bond elec
tion is for those who are interested in it to get
busy and stay busy until election day. Nothing
of this kind is ever unanimous. There are some,
people who will even vote against school bonds,
and as nearly 1100 votes must be polled for them,
there is work for all to do.
The action of the new city council, including
Mayor-elect McAfee, in going *>n record as being
in favor of the present bond commission, leaves
no doubt as to who will handle the money. The
school board; elected by the people, and serving
without pay, will handle and account publicly
for every dollar of the bond money entrusted to
it. These men have served' as members of the
school board for several years and are well known
to the people.
Time is short, and the necessity is urgent.
Let’s go!
Iffeg
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There is nothing wrong with Dalton. The
town is so prosperous the calamity howler can’t
make himself heard.
The state railroad commission is to be com
mended for its order restraining the 'railroads
from collecting a sur-charge for Pullman car
service in Georgia. It is high time the railroad
companies were reducing freight and passenger
rates all along the line.
A Degenerated Department.
The state department of agriculture has de
generated into a political machine of such magni
tude thatjit must be broken up if the department
is ever to render any worth while service to the
agricultural interests of the state.
Under the. direction of Commissioner Brown
the department does not function as it should, and
yet the legislature keeps feeding it the tax payers
money in ever/increasing quantities. Brown so
far has had a strangle hold on the legislature, and
seemingly it dares not refuse his demands. He
fights the state college of agriculture, and is never
so happy as when making war on Andrew M.
Soule, its very capable head.
Brown trained a long time under Tom Watson,
but he has even got so bad that the unscrupulous
Thomsonite has thrown him down, and is de
nouncing him in regular Watson style.
The, Washington News-Reporter comments as
follows:
Commenting upon the rumor that Hon.
A. 0. Blalock may oppose Hon. J. J. Brown
for Commissioner of- Agriculture next year,
The LaGrange Reporter advises Mr. Blalock
to “go to it,” while the Atlanta Georgian re
marks that “a battle between J. J. Brown and
A. O. Blalock will be spectacular, highly inter
esting—and seems quite on the cards to oc
cur:” But these comments are tame coupled
with the following tart criticism appearing in
the last issue of the Columbia Sentinel (Tom
Watson’s paper): “Queer state of affairs in
Georgia, when the head of a bureau which has
ignored everything but political fences gets ■
riled at records being shown the people as to
the operations of his department. Had it not
been for the present Commissioner of Agri
culture. J. J. Brown, it is certain that thous
ands of dollars wrould have been saved the
state, and many worth while school enter
prises' w r ould have received some of the
money w'hich his department absorbed.”
Brown has prostituted his department into
one of the most iniquitous political machines
ever built up in the state of Georgia. On
this machine politicians, including the Com
missioner and the Governor of Georgia, expect
to ride into office again at the next election.
There is no doubt of the rottenness of
Brown’s department. Instead of serving the
farmers of Georgia it has turned them over to
the mercies of the fertilizer manufacturers.
Brown has spent the larger ^art of his
time trying to tear dowm the best asset the
"state of Georgia has today—the State Col
lege of Agriculture; and in endeavoring to dis
credit the -best friend the farmers of Geor
gia have—Andrew M. Soule, head of the state
college.
Brown has failed singularly in both ef
forts, and our guess is that his political ma
chine. said to be as impregnable as the Hin-
enburg line, wall be busted as wade open in
e next election as that well-known line w r as
isted in 1918.
Whatever makes for peftce in any part of the
world is commendable. Whatever seeks to destroy
peace in any part of the world is contemptible.
The four-power peace treaty, President Hard
ing’s little league of naions, may make for peace
in the Pacific, and yet it may have the reverse
effect. There is not enough of it, and quite too
much of the w r orid is left out of it.
There is Russia, Germany, Italy, China, and
the Balkan states—suppose they w T ere put on a
w T ar footing, and formed an alliance against the
four-power pact in the Pacific—then w T hat?
And France is not • over-enthusiastic. While
she has no obsolete battleships to scrap, she w*ants
to build up a great navy, and then later on, like
all the rest of them, she wall have obsolete ships
to sink—in the name of universal peace.
When the republican party, out of hatred of
Woodrow Wilson, set out to destroy the League of
'Nations, it entered on a fool’s errand, and has
done much to harrass and endanger the peace of
.the world. For this it cannot escape responsibil
ity, no more than it can escape the responsibility
for the terrible conditions that have existed since
the signing of the armistice Tn 1918. Chickens
wall come home to roost, and they are already be
ginning to troop in. The republican party is now
a factional camp, and the president is trying to
destroy the agricultural bloc In an effort to save
his administration and his party.
But we are here discussing the four-part piece
now' being played. This pact, so-called, so far as
wurds are concerned, is short, whether to- the
point or not.
Much was said, when the League of Nations
was before the people, about the “iniquity” of
Article X, which is as follows: V
The members of the League undertake to
respect and preserve as against external ag
gression the territorial integrity and existing
political independence of all members of the
League. In case of any such aggression or in
case of any threat or danger of such aggres
sion the council shall advise upon the means
by which this obligation shall be fulfilled.
The opponents of the League of Nations af
fected to see war in every fine of Article X.
Now: what do you suppose will be seen in
Article II of President Harding’s league? Here
it is: ,
-if the said rights are threatened by the ag
gressive action of any other power, the high
contracting parties shall communicate with
one another fully and frankly in order to ar
rive at an understanding as to the most effi
cient measures to be taken jointly and sep
arately to meet the exigencies of the partic
ular situation.
Now' which article is the most binding and
threatening? We should say neither one—they
mean the same, thing if our understanding of plain
English is correct. The only difference is in the
wording, yet a senator like Cabot Lodge can per
ceive war in Article X and hear the peace angels
herald universal peace in Article II.
So that our readers may be able, to judge for
themselves as to the merits of the four-power,
peace pact, we take pleasure in presenting it be
low' :
The United States of America, the British
Empire, France and Japan, wdth a view to the
preservation of the general peace and the
maintenance of their rights in relation to their
insular possessions and insular dominions in
the region of the Pacific Ocean—
Have determined to conclude a treaty to
this effect and have appointed as their pleni
potentiaries:
The President of “the United States of*
America.
His Majesty the King of the United King
dom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the
British Dominions Beyond the Seas, Emperor
of India, and for the Dominion of Canada,
for the Commonwealth of Australia, for the
Dorrfinion of New Zealand, and for India.
The President of the French Republic.
His Majesty the Emperor of Japan.
Who having communicated their full pow
ers. found in good and due form, have agreed
as follows:
Article 1.—The high contracting parties
agree as between themselves to respect their
rights in relation to their insular possessions
and insular dominions in the region of the Pa
cific Ocean.
If there should develop between any of the
high contracting parties a controversy aris
ing cut of any Pacific question and involving
their said rights which is not satisfactorily
settled by dinlomacy and is likely to affect the
harmonious accord now happily subsisting
between them they shall invite the high ex
tracting parties to a joint conference to which
the whole subject will be referred for consid
eration and adjustment.
Article 2.—If the said rights are threatened
by the aggressive action of any .other power,
the high contracting parties shall communi
cate w'ith one another fully and frankly m
order to arrive at an understanding as to the
most efficient measures to be taken, jointly
and separately to meet the exigencies of the
particular situation. . .
Article 3.—This agreement shall remain m
force for ten years from the time it shall
take effect, and after the expiration of said
period it shall continue to be in force subject
to the right of any of the high contracting
parties to terminate it upon twelve months
^Article 4.—This agreement shall be ratified
as soon as possible in accordance with the
constitutional methods of the high contract
ing parties and shalf take effect on the deposit
of ratifications which shall take place at
Washington, and thereupon the agreement be
tween Great Britain and Japan, which was
concluded at Ldndon on July 13, 1911, shall
terminate, v
“It is painful for some people to think,” avers
the Type Metal Magazine. It is also impossible for
not a few of them to do it.
Talk school bonds all the time, and then when
the time comes vote for them. They are going to
carry, and you want to be in on the proposition.
The common schools of Dalton must be im
proved and enlarged to meet the growing demands
made upon them. That is why an election for
school improvement bonds has been called.
Work Means Salvation.
Wm. A. Feather, editor of the Type Metal Mag
azine, preaches a magnificent, old-time sermon
■hich we are printing below.
He preaches that a religion of work will bring
this country back to its senses, and he is em
inently correct, as the following will show:
There is no end of clever waiters w'ho can
tell us'just what is w'rong with the w'orld, and
on fifteen minutes’ notice they wall agree to
have ready by the end of the week a complete
plan for the reconstruction of society .
I discovered, while I was still young, that
there was so much competition in this field of
Higher Criticism that I could never hope to
make a living at it.
So I have devoted what j time I have for
writing to the task of driving home the idea
that plain industry is more important than
cleverness;
That a man W'ho keeps his word and makes
good his promises will attract friends of equal
worth;
That he who spends a littie less than he
earns will be sure to accumulate a compe
tence ;
That no one ever gets anything for noth
ing, or ever will, for very long.
For lack of a better description, I call these
platitudes the fundamentals or indispensables
of life.
They are the truths that nations pack into
their proverbs, the injunctions that wise par
ents give to their children, and that employers
counsel to those under them.
Industry, frugality, prudence and temper
ance!
This is old stuff, and under the pressure of
the daily grind, we are inclined to refer to it
as “bunk.”
I deny that it is “bunk”; I maintain that
the man who does not cultivate these qual
ities consciously or unconsciously, wall never
make a success of his life even though he be
familiar wdth all the bodk-lore of the uni
verse.
The possession of these simple fundamen
tals is at the basis of every worth-while suc
cess.
Order, diligence, patience, honesty are not
learned from books, and without them book-
culture is merely aggravation.
I do not know how to advise anyone to go
about acquiring them.
They are born of daily routine, of drud
gery.
Those w’hose achievements wdn the admi
ration of the W'orld have them in the highest
degree; those who do any task well have them
in some degree.
Charles Dickens was expressing a sincere
conviction born of experience, w'hen he said:
“My imagination v/ould never have served me
as it has, but for the habit of common-place,
humble, patient, daily, toiling, drudgerv atten
tion.” And Sir Isaac Newdon had in mind
his ow r n life of strict discioline w'hen he said:
“Genius is Patience.”
So I say we w'ill never be able to recon
struct the world in such a way that w r e will
be relieved of the necessity for industry, fru
gality, prudence and temperance, and yet that
is exactly what most of the dreamers have in
mind when they talk of UtoDias. the Banquet
of Life and Universal Democracy.
They think that some day, some how,
somewhere a scheme will be devised by which
all will be able to sleep until ten o’clock in
the morning and work abouMhree days in the
week. The idea is that during the balance
of the week we will sit under shade trees or
in. front of the log fires, and loaf.
Forget it!
Nature would exterminate such a race of
idlers in less than one generation.
It now develops that the Watson “gallows” on
which soldiers were “illegally” hanged in France
was a crane erected for the purpose of unloading
gasoline tanks from cars. It looks to a man up a
tree that a Ipt of ex-service men have played a
joke on Jackass Tom. v
“A cat may look at a king,” so the old adage
has it, but an army officer must not look at Tom
Watson. He is the “sacred ox” that must not be
profaned against by being looked upon when he
is in action. And come to think of it, we don’t
much blame him. A man who acts as he does can
hardly be censured if he objects to being seen
while making an ass of himself.
France isn’t very happy over what is being
done at the arms conference in Washington, and
all but threw a monkey wrench in the machinery.
She is more composed at this writing, and may
come in. It may be that she is just trying to show
Uncle Sam how badly he acted with reference to
the Versailles treaty.
Every time we get a copy or two of the es
teemed Columbus Enquirer-Sun, and copy an
anti-Ku-Klux editorial from it, it is then several
days before another one arrives. There must be
Ku-Kluxer in the woodpile, or something else
equally as bad. We don’t like to miss a single
issue of the Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Lester C. Bush, secretary Rome Chamber of
Commerce, has resigned his position, and will be
come manager of the Rome Tribune-Herald Jan
uary 1st. Mr. Bush is an experienced newspaper
man, and his influence will soon be noted in a
better newspaper, already one of the .best in the
state. New equipment has been installed, and
decided inprovfiment in mechanical appearance
will also be made. The Citizen extends congratu
lations to the Tribune-Herald, to Mr. Bush, as well
as to their patrons.
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♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS
A skirt once had frills and furbelows, but
it doesn’t come furbelow now.—Athens Daily
News.
We don’t believe in capital punishment except
in extreme and rare cases, but some how or other
we feel that it ought to be invoked in this par
ticular case.
The Dalton Citizen savs that the tax dodger
is responsible for the state’s financial troubles,
and the Citizen is about 100 per cent correct.—
Walton Tribune.
An examination of tax-digests will convince
anybody that the tax-dodgers are the persons the
legislature will have to look after if the financial
ills of the state are to be cured. ■ „ .
Emma Goldman says her experiences in
Russia have taught her a lesson, and she
wants to come back to the United States; but
Uncle Sam also has learned a lesson.—Atlanta
Constitution.
So he has. There are others in this, country
who ought to he right where poor old Emma is,
and we are not going to say one of them is not a
senator (Heaven help us!) from Georgia.
Many the ululations and loud that fill the
air these parlous days, hut you don’t hear
any prominent persons wailing, “O that my
ex-secretary would write a book!”—Macon
Telegraph.
But now really and truly, wasn’t Mr. Tumulty’s
book interesting? There is a lot of the writer in
it, but there is also something else, and that some
thing else is just what a lot of folks wanted to
know.
We presume that the Dyer anti-lynching
law has no reference to race riots occurring
in northern cities, brought about by efforts to
prevent the negro from getting an equal
chance in labor matters in that section.—
Rome Tribune-Herald.
None, whatever. It is a law meant to rebuke
the South because of its tolerant attitude toward
lynchers. That and nothing more.
It is said if the lire burns brightly on
Christmas morning it betokens prosperity
during the coming year; if it smoulders, ad
versity. Consequently in order to be on the
safe side, you should pour kerosene on the
blaze.—Rome Tribune-Herald.
But after the explosion what? The character
of the fuel and the way it is used evidently con
trol the brightness of the fire.
CHEERY LAYS
for DREARY DAYS
By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-Poet
If Tom Watson wants to please the people
of Georgia 'mightily let him swap some of
his swashbucklerism for a little senatorial
dignity, some common-sense poise and a bit
of plain old self-control.—Lyons Progress.
He can’t do it. He isn’t built that way. He is
mentally twisted, warped, prejudiced and bigoted
•—and with it all a d—n rascal.
Very few of the old-fashioned ways can be
improved on. and we didn’t think any way to
make chitterlings better could be found, but
Dr. Price has shown us another. They are
fried in cornflakes, and the result is some:
thing likeroysters fried in cracker crumbs and
butter—only a whole lot better. N. B. Sut-
live and Shope.—Tifton Gazette.
That man Herring “shore” does like his chitter
lings. He sings their praises the year round, and
we love him because of his unwavering loyalty ;
to his “epicurean” dish.
The attacks made upon a Holiness preach-
. er and his family in Mitchell county a few
nights ago are but evidences of the extent to
which mob activity will go when unchecked.
The next attack may be upon a Baptist or
"Methodist preacher, a school teacher, judge,
or any one else who falls under the displeas
ure of the lawless gang.—Valdosta Times.
It is no wonder the Dyer anti-lynching bill
has been introduced in congress. With Ku-Klux
mobs and lynching parties galore, it is not sur
prising that such a law is now contemplated.
The Citizen has contended for a long time that if
the state courts would not put a stop to mobocra-
cy and lynching the federal government would.
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Somebody criticised President Wilson for
using the povincialism “you all.” A man has
discovered that the Apostle Paul used the
same expression in his second epistle to the
Corinthians, vii. 13. How about that?—Sa
vannah Press.
There is indeed high authority for the use of
the expression “you all,” not as referring to a
single individual, but to a crowd.
We hope the esteemed Columbus Enquir
er-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 Editor Lovless, Harris and
Tucker have formed a conspiracy to keep us
off their home brew.—Dalton Citizen.
Your fears are groundless, Brother Shope.
No such conspiracy'has been formed, and we
don’t know why you haven’t been getting the
Enquirer-Sun but we’ll go down stairs in a
minute and see about it. You ought to have
The Enquirer-Sun. of course. Everybody
ought to have it.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Thank you. Everything is all right now. We
feel better since the Sun has resumed shining.
The Earth Grows Old,
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
Almost every day a seismograph in some part of
the world records the fact that a strange tremor
has passed through the earth. TKe old earth looks
solid and dependable to the average man and it
is hard for us to realize that it coughs, and sneezes,
and shivers like the most nervous woman. These
rock-ribbed mountains that we think of as being
eternal in their strength are but whirlpools of
change and their seemingly solid foundations rest’
upon a seething volatile sea of liquid fire. But
our earth is getting old. the internal fires are
dying out and with groanings and whimperings
and palsied tremors it moves to the end of its
days and in a little while-shall have completed
the long journey from the “red beginning in uni
versal flame to the white ending in everlasting,
snow.”
It is strange how our senses deceive us. The
earth seems solid, permanent, a thing that will
stay with us always. Poets tell us of mouhtains
rock ribbed and ancient as the sun.” Vast
oceans have rimed the continents since the {lark
dawn when “the morning stars sang together’and
all the sops of God shouted for jov.” But all of
these things in the silent sweep of the centuries
are as transient as the morning mist, as fleeting
as the drifting snow.
All things change. The earth has its white
hot youth of boundless energy, its mid life of
lessening volcanic action; it wpl ^'et have its
creeping old age of b’tter cold and death.
It is .but a few short aeons from the davs when
the earth was void and without form, to that other
day in the future when as impalpable star dust
it will drift as luminous clouds in the star sprink
led deep of the unknown sky.
HIRAM SMITH.
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♦ EXCHANGE OPINION ♦
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Where Ten Million Starve.
It has been charitably surmised that not even
the minority of seven and forty Congressmen who
voted against the measure allotting twenty million
dollars for the relief of famine sufferers in Rus
sia would have done so if they had imagined that
their votes would be decisive. Certainly, no nor
mal-hearted person, knowing the human misery
that lies-dark and deepening over the vast Volga
region, would lift a finger to stay the mission of
succor, though the amount appropriated were a
hundred times twenty^ millions.
Americans of official standing who have looked
directly and carefully into the sitflation say that
ten million people in the destitute areas will die
of starvation before spring, unless help is vouch
safed them. Ten million children, women and
men—seven million more than the entire popula
tion of Georgia! Suppose every home in Atlanta,
every home in Macon, in Savannah, in Augusta, in
Columbus, and all other cities and towns of this
Commonwealth were famishing to the verge of ex
tinction; suppose every farmstead were eking out
a pittance of corn with acorns and haws; sup
pose every neighbor and friend and kinsmen of
ours were doomed to death in pangs of hunger,
unless from some land of plenty and of generous
hearts came relief. Multiply such wretchedness
three times over, and you will have something of
the proportions of the grim tragedy in Russia.
The utmost that private philanthropy, with its
present resources, can do will leave unfed more
than a million children, not to count their elders
■unfed and dying.
It was to be expected that the President’s an
neal for funds to a T '- 1 ’' to this gigantic need would
be answered by a well-nigh unanimous Congress:
nothing else would have been characteristic of
America or in any wise worthy of her. The sup
plies thus to be purchased in this country and
distributed in the famine region bv responsible
heads will alleviate terrible suffering, save multi
tudes of lives, and serve, moreover, as the best
of all possible answers that a humane democracy
could make to Bolshevism.—Atlanta Journal.
Bright Paragraphs.
Some one forgot to put
—Wall Street Journal.
‘vision” in tax revision.
It was a great mistake to locate
land.—Columbia Record.
Ulster in Ire-
Having pledged themselves to respect China’s
integrity, the powers should now' pledge them
selves to respect their own’ integrity.—Norfolk
Virginian-Pilot.
The Legend of St. Stephen.
’Twas twelve o’clock at the palace gate,
And proud King Herod was dining late;
The table groaned with the viands rare,
While Hercd sat at his sumptuous fare.
Grave old Stephen, the Stewart, staid,
A roasted fowl on the table laid;
And glancing out of a casement nigh
Saw' a brilliant star in the midnight sky.
“No longer, Herod, wall I thee serve,
Though long from thee there were none could
sw'erve;
A mightier King than you is born,
And Him alone will I serve this morn.”
Proud Herod laughed and shook with glee.
“The jests thou makest but pleaseth me,
And w'liat thou sayst is true I trow, ,
As yonder boasted cock should crow.”
No sooner said, than to their surprise,
The cock, which on the huge platter lies
Standing erect that all might see.
Breaks forth into crowdng lustily.
“By my heard,” cried Herod, “no wretch of mine
Such a trick can play while the king shall dine!
And I command, were’t my last breath,
Yon Stephen be taken and stoned to death.
And thus the ancient legends state
Stephen, the martyr, met his fate;
And Christmas, mingled w'ith angel’s song,
The cock croweth lustily all night long.
Song of Autumn.
Sing a song of autumn,
Tramping o’er the lea,
Looking for a ’possum
Up a ’simmon tree.
—Athens Daily News.
Sing a song of autumn.
And the autumn thrill,
Tramping o’er the mountains
Hunting of a still.
—Dalton Citizen.
Sing a song cf autumn,
With its golden hue;
Tramping o’er the kitchen
.. A-mixing home brew!
—Quitman Free Press.
Sing a song of autumn,
’Shiners cut a dash
When the ’nuers catch ’em
A-making of a mash.
Sing a song cf autumn.
As leaves begin to fall,
Moonshine on the mountains,
And mountain dew for all.
—Jack Patterson, in Atlanta Journal.
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Sing a song of Christmas—
Everything is fine—
Four-and-twenty ’leggers
Peddling out the ’shine.
When the bottle’s opened,
-Stuff begins to kick;
Isn’t that a pretty brew
To sell a common “hick”?
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The Old Gray Mare.
(Revised version.)
The old gray mare don’t kick like she used to do,
Kick like, she used to do,
Kick like she used to do,
The old gray mare don’t kick like she used to do
All the whole day long.
Her left hind foot uncovered some dynamite,
Uncovered dynamite,
Uncovered, dyiiamite,
Her left hind foot uncovered some dynamite,
On a. summer morn.
The old gray mare flew' up in the atmosphere,
Up in the atmosphere,
Up in the atmosphere,
Ihe old gray mare flew up in the atmosphere,
On a summer morn.
They picked her up in seventeen baskets full,
Seventeen flaskets full,
Seventeen baskets full.
They picked her up in seventeen baskets full,
On one summer morn.
The old gray mare don’t kick like she. used to do,
Kick like she used to do,
Kick like she used to do,
The old gray mare don’t kick like she used to do,
All the whole day long.
Weather Daze.
This kind of w'eather always; fails
To make a hit with me,
I kick the covers off at 10 x
And freeze to death at 3- '
—Akron Times.
This kind of weather is the sort
That harrow's up my soul, '.
For I will tell the w'orld that I
Despise to tote in coal.
—-J. D. S., in Macon Telegraph.
1 iiis kind of weather gets iny goat—
„ It surely is a crime
When one must buy both coal and ice
At one and the same time.
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" Be a Doer.
Be a doer, not a dreamer
Idling precious hours aw r ay,
Things you plan to do in future,
Start them now—this very day.
Do not waste the precious moments
In the golden stream of time—
Now’s the time you should be starting
If you plan a life sublime.
Be a doer, not a dreamer,
For the sands of life run fast,
And while you are idly dreaming,
Opportunity flies fast.
Fill each precious flying minute
With some little common deed—
Be a doer, not a dreamer
If you hope to e’er succeed.
Be a doer, not a dreamer, ~
For the wings of time are sw'ift,
And the tide is not found waiting
As you sit and idly drift.
There is little time for dreaming
’Mid the battle’s ncise and din—
In the forefront you must hustle
If the battle you w'ould win.
Marshal Foch is for peace, but then he is a
soldier, not a politician.-—Pittsburgh Dispatch.
Germany, we read, denies Briand’s charges.
It looks as if they must be true.—Hartford Cour-
ant.
Germany gets almost cheerful over bankruptcy
as reparation time draw's near again.—Dallas
News.
Somehow' the proposal to preserve the integ-
rity of Russia is embarrassed by the common be
lief that she hasn’t any.—Dallas' New's.
Yellow perils and red perils and orange and
green contests need not disturb a world that is
determined to act w'hite.—Minneapolis Star.
A historian sa^'s that women ruled the w'orld
2.500 years before the birth of Christ. They also
have ruled in 1,921 years since.—Charleston Ga
zette.