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1 V TIIE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1913. The summer weather gives one the op portunity to mingle more with neighbors and acquaintances and opens the door for more than pleasure for it gives gos sip the chance to put in the venom that has been simmering and awaiting the first opportunity to poison the dart prompted by malice, envy or an evil mind. "The hint malevolent, the look oblique, The obvious satire, o:/~ ‘mplied dislike, The sneer equivocal, tn* harsh reply, And all the cruel language of the eye; The artful injury, whose venomed dart, Scarce wounds the hearing while it stabs the heart; • The guarded phrase whose meaning kills.” ^ All these symptoms are familiar to most of us, yet how seldom ’tis we have th© courage to stop the flow of venom and try to turn the- thoughts of the speaker in a cleaner channel. Somebody said, “slander is a vice im pure in its source, dangerous in its ef fects, and sometimes irreparable in its consequences. It generally strikes three mortal blows—it wounds him who com mits it, him against whom it is commit ted, and him who knows that it is com mitted. It is tolerated in society only be cause almost every one has an unhappy inclination to commit it.” Two ladies were talking about the Vrccked life of a younger woman. One said, “She was such a promising girl and I never imagined that she would ever marry as she did nor let anything kill her pride of home as appearances now indicate.” “The Jones family are responsible,” v/as the reply, “they moved every stone in the way of Elgin’s mar rying her, told him positive stories about her character and his gradual coldness put her on her metal. She could see no reason for people dropping her as they did and married Harmon to get out of the community. Two homes are wrecked for Elgin lost confidence in people and did not live two years with the girl his famils' thrust on him.” I kept on with the^ train of thought after the conversation had dropped and thought of what a friend had said that morning. Some one had remonstrat ed with her for keeping a girl in her house who was known as a “dangerous talker.” She said that people knew Es ther well enough not to listen to her. But the reply was that th© average indi vidual liked-gossip so well that it was ac ceptable no mater who handed it out. ’Tis true, ’ti3 pity, yet we must admit ’tis true. St. Paul draw's a lurid picture of the “reprobate mind” and says it is full of envy, murder, deceit, mal^nity, whis perers, backbiters and a host of other things. And in Second Corinthians he de plores strife, envy, whisperings and back biting. And to my friend the man or woman who whispers evil, or insinuates ugly things is about as dangerous as a vampire. The whisperer is such a cow ard that it is seldom the victim gets a chance to confront the evil creature. In the Great Beyond I have an idea that many a smirk of complacency will be changed into a countenance of conster nation for there all things will be made ^public and nothing will be misconstrued. The blood of Christ cleanses, but the lives wrecked, the families scattered, the "'1 homes broken up.by the Whisperer can- ) not be restored, nor will tl)e long line of **vevil consequences cease until time shall Jbe no more. I But enough of such a subject; if /these thoughts will only lodge in the hearts and deter any of those inclined to carry a point by showing even an evil tendency in an opponent, I shall feel repaid. There are some whose tongues will wag and they are amazed when con fronted with the evil consequences of a few minutes’ thoughtless (?) talk. “More offend for want of thought Than from any want of feeling.” And many such see mto think their earnest assurance that they never meant a bit of harm should entirely wipe out the matter. Seventy times seven is a long line of forgiveness, but we are •not* told what becomes of the culprit who has been forgiven 490 times. To be on the safe side one would better for give than have to receive all those for givenesses. the f:vening story The Point of View WOULD DIETD Tft not (Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.) VDl ES, SAY have clothed in vivid green the dead expanse and will continue to encourage the uplift of humanity. The really cold weather we had the first of this month set a lot of people to thinking. One woman asked me if I thought the end of the world near at hand, as the seasons seemed so mixed. My reply to all such questions is that I am too busy trying to live right, and trying to help others, to figure on the time for the end % of the world. We are specifically told that such matters are in God’s hands. Like a thief in the night may death overtake us, or with patience, and long suffering we may wait for the messenger, yet in either in stance we know not the day nor the hour and if our Savior had meant fo* us to know them His blessed word would bear witness in such unmistakable lan guage that “the wayfaring man. though a fool,” might be able to look forward to the date. As the years pass, it seems to me that it should be a great comfort to know that even the heaviest burden Is just that much nearer being laid down. Here again hcfpe plays a blessed part, for we all hope that the next year will not be as hard as the one then bruising the heart or causing sleepless nights be cause of things that must be endured. And, heaven is every day a bit nearer than ever before. This hope of a bet ter country nerves the arm and sus tains the mind. Sometimes I hear people say, “How do we rfhow that there is a better country?” and I really feel sorry for all such. A few are honest in the question, but pride of intellect, with a canker spot on that intellect, and the desire to appear critical are the usual motives for the question. Our daily living is entirely a matter of faith in the future. How do we know that the day we live will not be the last? God’s word tells us of that heavenly home to which we may go, the people who have lived longer than we can testify to the truth of every thing else in the Bible, so why reject that or any one part that we cannot trim or pare to fit our scanty intellect? History has a long list on its honor roll, names of some that laid down their lives to prove their faith, so let us so live tlmt whenever the summons comes we shall hear the welcome, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant,” and we need not regret our station in life, if only it can be said of us “She hath done what she could.” Faithfully yours, LIZZIE O. THOMAS. The year is almost half gone. Plans made in January have probably been changed half a dozen times. Anticipa tions have failed to be realized, or have surpassed the fondest dreams. Hope like the vines of the Virginia creeper seemed dead, but the balmy air, the warm rains and Mother Nature have set beauties where bare twigs were, BEETS. Dear Miss Thomas: It is astonish ing how many people know absolutely nothing about any vegetables except onions, turnips, cabbages and collards, just the ’heavier sorts. The canning clubs are getting the girls interested in collecting • a variety and I do nope they will also cultivate. a taste for the things they can. Just now the tar iff has turned the lights on the fact that two counties in Kansas have quite an industry in beet sugar. But how many average readers are aware of it? Beets are a native of the shores of the Mediterranean, and should be on every table at least two or three times a week. They are one of the most wholesome and nutritious veg etables, supplying sugar, starch and alkaline salt. One beet with a touch of butter and vinegar will go a long way in supplying the needs of the sys tem. I am giving my favorite ways of preparing them, and I would like to impress on the housekeepers who have never prepared beets that the stems of the tops should be left at least an inch long and the roots should not be broken. Beets bleed* and lose sub stance as well as looks if the skin is broken before they are cooked. Drop them in boiling water. Let them cool at least an hour, and if you must pferce them, use a hat pin, as a lurk ruins them. The better way is to press them with the finger. Boiled Beets—When satisfied that they are done, put them into a basin of cold water, and with a twist slip off the skin. Cut them in thin slices and while hot season with butter, salt, a little pepper and sharp vinegar. If the butter is omitted they can be put in glass jars and kept as pickle. Baked Beets—If baked, instead of boiled, they retain their delicate flavor and their sugar more perfectly. Turn them frequently, using a knife, as the skin must not be broken, as tne juice would then be lost. When done, re move the skin and serve with butter, Children Cry for Fletcher’s l\ < / T ? e Kind You Haro Always Bought, and which has been In use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of —-, an d has been made under his per- sonal supervision since its infancy. *nr /T«Um. Allow no one to deceive you In this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Jnst-as-good ” are but What is CASTORIA Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil. Pam* gorio. Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotio substance. Its age is its guarantee. Jfc destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it hits been in constant use for the relief of Constipation. Ilatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS ) Bears the Signature The Kind You Have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years JHI CIHTAUW COMPANY, TT >IUimAr TWCCT, NEW YORK CITY. It was only when she stepped off the train in front of the little red depot in the country town where she was raised that Geraldine Kelly realized how vain is success. In the big city that is spread out by the lake she earned a salary that for a newspaper woman was considered mighty by the men who worked beside her. She often had the Would he understand. honor of being pointed out in restau rants to folks who stared interestedly. She knew that she was an unusually keen, well poised woman, to whom suc cess was so assured that it no longer awed her. But when she put foot to the old country platform success dropped away and she could not hold it. To the townspeople there she was simply Jerry Kelly, the queer daughter of shiftless old Jim Kelly, who was constable be cause no one else cared for the trifling job and who chewed tobacco and dragged out a lazy, comfortable exis tence with Jerry’s stepmother in a shab by cottage at the edge of town. Of course, people knew that Jerry worked in a newspaper office—they had an im pression that she set type or ran er rands for the editor. They looked at her chic tailor made suits curiously. She looked nice,- of course, in spite of her age—she must be all of thirty— but, for goodness sake, why did she wear such awful plain clothes? Living in a city, too, where things were cheap. But then she was Jim Kelly’s daugh ter and couldn’t be expected to know how to dress. Every one spoke to her kindly when they met her on Main street—hadn’t they known her since she was a baby?—but no one came to call, except one or two girls, who had been of her own station twelve years before and whom she now pitied infinitely, with their slatternly clothes and num erous children, and round infinitely wearisome. She was inwardly amused to know that they, *in turn, pitied her for her work filled life and lack of $12 a week husband and housework. And she didn’t care in the least what people thought of her or her clothes. She came back once a year to ^pend a week with her shiftless but good aa* tured father, who bragged of her in cessantly. But no one listened to his bragging and didn’t believe him when he told the amount of the checks that she sent him regularly. Her step mother w'as a colorless, amiable person —not much, or she wouldn’t have mar ried old Wim Kelly. But Geraldine liked herein spite of the fact that the week got longer each year. She didn’t care until one summer when she met Robert Arnold on Main street. He held out both hands in great surprise, and she learned that he was spending two days witn President Wilson, of the City bank,' whom he had known years before in a little jerkwa ter college in Ohio. “I will see you, I suppose, thi^ even ing,” he said casually, when he had walked down the street with her and she had turned into the postoffice. For the first time Geraldine rebelled at the small esteem in which she was held. She was a broad minded wom an, far too immersed in her work to care for trifles, such as being omitted from a reception which a small town social leader was giving. But Robert Arnold, a coworker in Chicago newspa- perdom, was one of the few people in the world who really mattered to her. It was humiliating for him to learn. Would he understand? Or would he infer that her people were criminals instead of merely poor and indolent? “No,” she said quietly, “I—she hesitated, laughed and then said frank ly. “if you mean Mrs. Wilson’s recep tion in honor of her guest, I am not invited.” He was puzzled, and looked it. “You don’t know her?” “On the contrary,” she replied, light ly, “I was in her Sunday school class as- long as twenty years.” Robert Arnold looked questioningly at her, waiting for her to explain, but she shrugged her shoulders in amusement and turned away as Mr. Wilson, smil ing, approached. Afterward she strolled home in a fairly pleasant mood. Her own light words had brought the humor of the situation plainly before her. She de cided that if Robert Arnold, when the matter was completely explained to him, as it would be before he left the Wilson home, couldn’t likewise see the humor, then he wasn’t the man she had. thought him to be, and she wouldn’t care* a snap for his opinion. But she hoped, wistfully, that he would see the joke. If he was too obtuse— Well, it was only another illusion smashed, il lusion smashing was painful when one was thirty, but it wasn’t fatal, espe cially when a woman had plenty of work. She ate supper very contentedly, helped her stepmother wash the dishes, inspected her father’s straggling lettuce and listened to his plaintive excuses for Its far from trim appearance. Afterward she lounged in the ham mock while her stepmother slumbered, in a big rocker beside her, and her father sat on the grass and kept mos quitoes away by puffing a black pipe. She was thinking of Robert Arnold, who at that moment was the center of an interested circle in the Wilson par lors. Geraldine knew the interior of She lay back contentedly in the ham mock. those parlors. Mrs. Wilson used to have the class of little girls up for cake and ice cream twice a year. How she had admired them once as she sat stiltedly on the edge of a green plush sofa, afraid to move, in all that ele gance of upholstery and Brussels lace curtains! How pleased she had been when Mrs. Wilson told them on Sun day that she would expect them the following Wednesday. Geraldine laughed in self scorn. Snob! That was what she was degen erating into! She must be, or she would never lounge there irritably wishing Mrs. Wilson had asked her to night. • “Mrs. Wilson is giving t a party to night,” said her stepmother sudden ly “I think it’s a shame she doesn’t ask you as if you wasn’t good enough to meet any snippy city fellow that’s visiting th^m. But you don’t care, do you, Jerry?” “Of course she don’J,” her father said huffily. “When she’s here just a week she likes to spend her evening’s with us. She can go gadding plenty in the city. Can’t you, Jerry?” There was an unwonted wistful note in his voice. Geraldine heard it with surprise. She had supposed that they w>ere carelessly fond of her in the same old way that she cared for them. “And tomorrow night’s your last,” he added regretfully. Geraldine was guiltily ashamed that at that very moment she had been cort- pepper and salt on the slices. Stewed Beets—(My favorite method'. Boil them, peel and slice them. Put a bit of water in a frying pan, take an ounce of butter and roll in as much flour as it will absorb. Put in the hot water with a tablespoonful of vinegar, a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper. Put in the sliced beets, three as large as a teacup, and let them simmer fifteen minutes. Have a top that fits the pan, so as to re tain the aroma. Creamed Beets—Boil till tender, then peel and slice them into a frying pan in which has been melted a good-sized lump o fbutter, or oil. Fry till a light brown, then pour over them a cupful of thick, sweet cream, and cook for a few minutes. If the cream is not thick, a little flour may be added to the but ter. Beet Salad—This a delight to the eyes as well as pleasing to the ap petite. Beet Fritters—Boil a large beet till tender, grind it fine, add the yolks of four beaten eggs, two spoonfuls of flour, five of cream; sweeten to taste. Grate a little nutmeg. Add the juice of a lemon. Mix well and fry in hot butter. They will be a pretty pink, and sprigs of mint to garnish the dish adds to its attractiveness. ELIZABETH WARING. AT NIGHTFALL. Another day, dear Lord, has gone Wherein Thy hand has led us on; The rose has vanished from the West, The purple from the far hills’ crest; But shines the silver sickle moon, While softly low the night winds croon. May round each home, dear Lord, Thy cares Enfold to guard the inmates there; The stab of pain, the mortal hurt, Dear Lord, with Thy, strong hand avert; And reach toward earth a staying arm, Where might the elements work harm. Help us, dear Lord, each hour to own The strength that rules from Thy white throne, Help us for steps of thoughtless youth To lighted keep the torch of Truth, That eyes may see, when night falls down, God’s love shine through heaven’s star- set crown. —CORA A. MATSON DOLSON. on the ghost question. There are all sorts, some that will not down, and if any one has a true story to tell this is the place and audience for it. I have never seen one, and I’ve kept my eyes open and have done all the Halloween stunts possible to conjure them, even a tiny flickering “soft un certain rustling” but not one has re warded my earnest endeavors. I can tell you some ghost that haunt us, however, and they are the opportu nities strangled by our legislatures, the bills for the betterment of little chil dren, the enlightenment of the masses and the safety of the feeble-minded are ghosts that will not down. Soon an other combat will be waged in our cap- itol and the “insidious lobbying” that Vice and Mammon use will strive with the higher order. Who will win? Pessimists say that Georgia will be the last state to fall into the raYiks of the better class of legislators; but I am sure that this time Compulsory Edu cation and the home for delinquent girls will become actualities. Let every one make those two the main things to be impressed on the minds of their representatives. Sincerely, MRS. FULLER. GHOSTS. Dear Miss Thomas: I want to know how this body of peo ple, this representative assembly stands JOB HUNTERS FINDING WHITE HOUSE CHILLY WASHINGTON, June 19.—Job hunt ers, senators and representatives oppos ing President Wilson in his plan to put through currency legislation at the extra session and “citizens with missions” seeking the president’s ear, have found the White House executive offices these | days a chilly place. The atmosphere is almost that of a morgue, so far as temperature goes. “By .crickety,” exploded a member of congress, who had been waiting an half hour to gain an audience with Mr. Wil son, “I’m going out of here. The frigidi ty is beginning to get on my nerves. And to think that outside there on the asphalt the temperature is fully 100 degrees!” “Wait a moment and * I’ll go with you,” said one of his waiting colleagues. “It’s giving me ‘cold feet,’ too.” The nerovus deserters of the waiting ranks today discovered, that the presi dent’s manner was none the less cor dial than before. It developed, how ever, that with the coming of the heated spell the refrigerating system beneath the offices had been placed in commis sion and that fans, blowing across cakes of ice, aggregating several tons, con stantly were forcing cold air through cleverly concealed ventilators. Miss Annie Kenney Makes Im passioned Plea in Court in Defence of Women (By Associated Press.) LONDON, June 19.—An impassioned speech in defense of the outrages com mitted by militant suffragettes was de livered today in the central criminal court by Miss Annie Kenney, on trial for conspiracy. Her address served to enliven the proceedings and her concluding words created a great impression. “If I have got to die to get the vote,” she said, “1 will die willingly, whatever the verdict of the jury to day.” Greater interest was taken in today’s proceedings than in any previous stage of the trial. The court room was crowded. Women formed the majority of the audience, among them being Mrs. Winston Spencer Churchill, wife of the first lord of the admiralty, and Miss Violet Asquith, daughter of the premier. Miss Kenny asserted that the action of the Ulster unionists and the speeches of cabinet ministers, who she said had asserted that the unfranchised were jus tified in rebelling to get their grievances remedied, furnished ample warrant for militancy. “If further justification were neces sary,” she said, “the trickery and treach ery of cabinet ministers supplied it. The present government has treated, the aspirations of the womeq more abomin ably than any British government since 1867. “As for myself, I belong to the work ing class. I joined the suffrage move ment because of the cruel conditions under which women worked in the British isles. “I am a rebel and a rebel I shall re main until women receive the vote. If, like Miss Davison, it should be neces sary for me to sacrifice my life, then I shall gladly die.” For June 22. Amos 6:1-8. Golden Text: “Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live.” Amo* 5)141 JUSTICE AND BAILIFFS INDICTED BY JURY MACON, Ga., June 19.—Justice of the Peace J. H. Brown, his constable, Lee Davis and E. W. Howard, who appeared in Brown’s court as a prosecutor of a negro, Edgar Elias, have all three been indicted by the grand jury for alleged irregularities in handling the case of the negro. It is claimed that the negro was made to pay $14, the cost of the court for his release from jail, which a vio lation of the law. J. A. Flournoy, who had the negro employed at the time of his arrest is prosecuting three indictments. templating a departure the next morn ing. “No, it isn’t,” she declared reck lessly in atonement. “I’ll stay till Mon day.” She told herself that she really needed the rest. The last year had been hard. “Then I’ll have a chance to make some more of that cake you like so well,” ht r stepmother exclaimed eager ly. “Jim, don’t you forget to order figs when you go downtown in the morning, or I’ll whack you.” Geraldine laughed in gay gratitude, and lay back contentedly in the ham mock, watching the moon glide slowly from behind a white cloud. If one couldn’t go to receptions there was still fig cake to sweeten life. And after a while she went In to bed, too drowsy from the night air to fret over Robert Arnold’s possible sense of humor. But in the morning she awoke earlier than usual and wondered at the heavy feeling. As soon as she remembered she shrugged it away. Sh4 was far too old and too sensible to feel badlyo ver such a trifle. Nevertheless, despite her age and common sense, her heart beat faster, when, after breakfast, as fche, leaned on the gate, Robert Arnold ap proached. He was picking his way carefully over a cinder-filled gutter. “Not asphalt, is*it?” she jeered.- “No,” he said, grimly. “How long do you have to stay?” “Monday,” she answered. “I’m glad,” he said, “because that’s the soonest I can get away.” j “Lovely breeding you’v f e got. Making fun of—” “I don’t care. This place reminds me of the one I was born in. My father was a mere brakeman on the railroad, and I’m considered presumptuous be cause I take a cab from the depot to the hotel.” Geraldine read the salve that he was trying to offer fbr the reception to which she had not been invited. Her eyelids drooped over the glad light that she could not suppress. A sense of humor? He had more than that; he had perfect and tender understanding. It is remarkable how God chooses and uses His instruments. Suppose you had tc^ choose a messenger for a very important message to a rich, proud, ease loving, luxurious people. What kind of a man would be your choice? Would it be a simple farmer, a herdsman and fruitgrower? Yet this was God’s choice in Amos, and a most powerful message he delivered. He had been raised in a little village south of Bethlehem, but in the transaction of i his business he had to go to the cities J of Judah arid of northern Israel. He came thus in contact with the people, and had an opportunity to note the danger in which the nation was by rea son of its blindness. Its leaders did not : see the corruption of the people that was weakening its moral back bone and preparing the way for a ter rible judgment of the God whom they had forgotten. Oh yes, they were still outwardly religious; a certain show of worship v/as kept up, but deep down in their hearts God was forgotten. They were living for self only. THE DANGER OF PROSPERITY.. How had all this come about? Un der Uzziah Judah had reached the highest state of prosperity the nation hud ever known. God had blessed the efforts of a remarkably able man and as long as he remembered God, He prospered him. Cities were built, oth ers fortified, victories won, the gov ernment improved—internally and ex ternally the nation was growing rich and strong. In Israel mpeh the same story could be told. Jereboam II was king and a man of unusual parts. The kingdom of Israel reached its highest state of prosperity under him. But this very wealth had developed a condition of affairs that was becom ing alarming. The people who were in authority had grown rich, not al ways by the most righteous methods. They had added this luxury and that until their whole attitude towards life was that of ease-loving and self-indul gence. It doesn’t take long for ex cesses to grow out of such a life, and these had grown in Israel and Judah to an enormous degree. Their self-con fidence, their self-indulgency, their self- love had blinded their eyes to any pos sible danger from without, and made their condition one of peril because of ignorance of danger. The worship of God with its simplici ty, its constant demand for recogni tion of sin and need of atonement, and of submission to a Higher Power was not pleasant to the taste of these lux urious livers. The lascivious worship of Baal with its excesses of the grosser kinds was more to their taste, and in to it they had entered. Raised as he had been away from the temptations of luxury and wealth, Amos, the herdsman and presser of figs, was so shocked by what he saw of their blindness and danger that God used him to bring warning to them of their impending doom. Our passage is a part of the close of the second sermon. He showed them that their corruption was ripe for judg ment, that the destruction should be far reaching, that their luxury, and ex travagance and self-indulgence should be punished, since God had done all He could‘to avert it, but in vain. He presented it with plainness and with vigor, but alas, their sin had so blinded their eyes that they could not see their sin, and change their lives. The fact that instead of cups they drank bowls of wine may have something to do with this, for drunkenness was one of the nation’s sins at that time. Fin ally the destruction came, but not in Amos’ time. God had mightily stirred hjm, and through him averted the danger for a while, not willing that any should perish if possible bp win them from sin. A POSSIBLE PARALLEL. Is it not possible that we may find a parallel in the life of our nation? God has wonderfully blessed us with good things. There never was a time when this country was so prosperous, the chronic croakers to the contrary not withstanding. Internally and external ly we are stronger than ever in the history of our country, and we occupy a peculiar position of pre-eminence in the galary of the nations. But along with our prosperity, alas! there has come the usual train of dan gers. Selfishness sits in the lap of luxury, and instead of God, self rules this country.- We have a show of relig-i ion, and in some places there is real piety. But too often we sit* at ease, we think our position as impregnable as Samaria, we lie upon beds of ivory and anoint ourselves with the chief oint ments. Alas, the lambs of the flock are devoured in the covetous greed for gain and gold, and we are not grieved for the afflictions of Joseph. A recent census of seventy cities by the Men and Religion movement showed that there were three saloons to every church in those cities, and the other cit ies would probably show about the same relative proportions. When we realize that every eight minutes there is one death from drink we can appreciate in some measure the fact that America is using bowls instead of cups. And yet we sit securely, blinded by sin, to the nation’s danger. Oh, that we might hear the words of Amos, and as individuals and as a nation turn from self to God, and escape. Examine your life critically, my brother, and answer to yourself and to God this question—for whom, and to whopi, and by whom is my life lived; is it self or God? UNIVERSITY EMISES DRAW MANY VISITORS Undergraduates, Representing Branches of College, Hold Exercises H (Special Dispatch to The Journal.) ATHENS, Ga., June 19.—The Univer sity commencement has drawn quite a number of distinguished visitors to the city, and all the exercises are being largely attended. This morning at 10:30 o'clock occurred the exercises of the undergraduates rep resenting the branches of the university. Georgia Normal and Industrial Col lege—Miss Ida Lou Barron. North Georgia Agricultural College— H. T. Sargent Georgia School of Technology—H. L. Hardy. State Normal School—Miss Annie Reid McGarrity. Medical College of Georgia—T. Wil son. Law Department University of Geor gia—H. T. Singleton. Franklin College—E. B. Dunlap. State College of Agriculture—F. D. Garrison. At 4 p. m. this afternoon occurs the military exercises, presentation of col ors and prize drill. Tonight at 8:30 is the champion de bate between Demosthenian and Phi Kappa societies. Subject, “Resolved, That it would be to the best interes of all concerned that the Philippine Islands be granted their independence within ten years.” Affirmative—Demosthenian, V. 13. Adams, C. C. Davis. Negative—Phi Kappa, R. H. Patterson, C. B. Daniel. Presentation of literary societies’ diplomas. Among the commencement festivities is the junior* hop .this evening at the audi torium. The committee is Fred Jordan, Bob McWhorter and Price Merry. | Vi COMMISSION PLAN IS WANTED IN WEST POINT (Special Dispatch to The Journal.) WEST POINT, Ga., June 19.—The first official act towards changing the present city government of West Point to a commission form of government was inaugurated by a mass meeting held at the city council chamber at 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon. W. Trox Bankston was elected chair man of the meeting ana M. M. Hage- dorn, secretary. The motion *of E. J. Collins that a committee of six be ap pointed by the chairman to draft a bill providing for the change to a commis sion form of government was unani mously carried, the foilowiftg commit tee being appointed: E. J. Collins, A. C. Booker, J. T. Zachery, J. S. Baker, Amos Huguley and J. L. Barrow. A motion making W. Trox Bankston exyofflelo chairman of this committee carried. This committee is to draft and have Monday night, June 23, a bill which will be confirmed try a mass meeting at the city council chamber. MAN SLAIN BY HIS OWN SON-IN-LAW «.Py Associated rte»e.) KNOXVILLE, Tenn., June 19.—James Williams vas shot and instantly killed this morning by his son-in-law, Robert Martin, a barber. The tragedy oc curred at Martin’s home and is reputed to have resulted from domestic trou bles. Martin was arrested and jailed. fSUCH PELIClOlTS Dou^hruuto! Cottolene makes delicious doughnuts—free from sogginess, grease and indigestion. The reason is that Cottolene contains vegetable oil—not animal fats —heats to a much higher degree than butter or lard, fries so quickly that it forms a crisp, dry crust over the dough and prevents the absorbing of the fat ’Cottolene p. : , Cottolene is decidedly better than butter or lard for all shortening and frying. It is healthier, it is quicker, y it is more economical. Cottolene costs no more than lard, you use but two- thirds of a pound of Cottolene to do the work of a full pound of butter or lard. -POTATO DOUGHNUTS- Cream 3 tablespoons Cottolene, add % cup sugar and 3 yolks of eggs well beaten with 1 white. Stir in 1 cupful freshly mashed potato and cup milk. Sift 2Y* cups flour with 3 teaspoons bak ing powder, % teaspoon each of salt and ground mace, also a little nutmeg, and add to first mix- A.. - —tn . »■ Art/Mirrh tA honnl# ItCfntlV enougn to uruwa a on ui uicou j *»» ** minute. Turn doughnuts as they come to the top, and again when nicely browned. >&vSS Made only by THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY . ■ ■•UyiftS k&u... . . -Ayi&mm