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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 26, 1892
The Sunny South Publishing Company,
Publishers and Propiietor.-.
Business Ofiice, Constitution Build’g, Atlanta, Ga.
TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS:
One copy one year „..§2 00
One copy six months 1 00
A NEW CAUSE
For Thanksgiving in the South.
While the people of the South are
indulging in the many pleasures of this
cheering anniversary, which is dedi
cated to expressions of gratitude to the
Most High for the innumerable bene
fits scattered from His august and
lavish hand; while the pulpit talks of
the unspeakable blessings of peace
and abundant harvests, and church-
bells chime, and
“Peal'ng anthems swell the note of prni-e;”
while parents laugh, and grandsires
smile at the madcap merriment of
buoyant boys and girls who enjoy,
without appreciating, the priceless
worth of bounteous tables and undis
turbed firesides; we trust we do not
strike an irreverent or discordant note,
by asking in the midst of the festivi
ties if we have not earned some ac
knowledgment from our fellow-citi
zens of the Southern States by the
publication of this unprecedentedly
brilliant issue of the Sunny South ?
Printed on book-paper in the most
finished style of the typesetter’s art,
adorned with engravings made espe
cially for the paper by the most ap
proved artists; filled to overflowing
with purchased stories, poems, sketch
es and articles from the pens of the
most noted litterateurs of the South,
and testifying in every inch of its
voluminous space to the lavish expend
iture of money in bringing it forth in
such magnificent form; we confi
dently assert that this thanks
giving issue of the Sunny South is,
as to make-up and finish, the finest,
and as to literary merit the best liter
ary weekly that has ever been pub
lished south of Mason and Dixon’s
line, and thus marks with emphasis
the beginning of a new era for letters
in the Southern section. What paper
anywhere can boast of more magnetic
contributors than Joel Chandler Har
ris, whose life-like “Uncle Remus” is
the charm of London, no less than of
American drawing-rooms ; or Mary E.
Bryan, one of the builders of the Sun
ny South, whose pen and editorial
ability have given her established
reputation as a woman of rare force
and individuality ; or “Bill Arp,” the
humorist and philosopher, who, for
thirty years, has been an unfailing
source of amusement and instruction ;
or William N. Harben, the young Geor
gian, who, by force of his efforts and
talents, has won an enviable name as
story-teller and editor; or Frank L.
Stanton, whose prolific and artistic
imagination sheds gems of verse as
readily as does the dandelion its gauze
winged seeds; or Will Allen Dromgoole,
with her pathetic sociological sketches;
or De Leon, with his satirical, or di
dactic, or imaginative work; or “Bet
sy Hamilton,” well known to old Sun
ny South readers for her amusing
cracker dialect; or William Perry
Brown, whose short stories float in the
newspapers like rosy fruits cast on the
waves; or Robert Loveman, or—but
we cannot undertake to catalogue our
many captivating writers of fixed, or
rapidly-growing fame in the ranks of
the profession of letters.
The South has long clamored for a
literary weekly that could stand abreast
'with journals of that class in the cen
tres of learning and culture in the
North and East. Our people have
said : “Get up a first-class paper and
we will support it with our money and
our influence.” Our writers have said
“Bring out a weekly in which it will
be an honor to appear as a contributor,
and emulate northern publishers by
loosening your purse-strings. Then
will the genius of Dixie cease to add
its most precious streams to the long
dominant river of northern letters.”
That these voices have been heard,
and these noble and patriotic aspira
tions appreciated, let this number of
the Sunny South testify. Let it be
accepted as a promise that in no spirit
of envy or antagonism toward the
wonderful achievements of our North
ern fellow-citizens, it is the purpose of
the present management of this paper
to make it and keep it a literary jour
nal of the first-class.
And now, in conclusion of this brief
address to the people of the Southern
States, we have to say, that material
support—money—is the thing that
makes a paper go. If it grieves you to
see southern literature dragging its
wings; if you fret and complain be
cause northern papers suck the richest
blood of southern genius, or sneer be
cause the works of art which beautify
their pages are superior to those which
ornament the pages of southern jour
nals ; if you would see southern wri
ters divide the w T ork of their brains with
southern publications; or finally, in
short, if you would advance the litera
ture of your section up to a standard
that will command the love and sup
port of the present and coming gene
rations of Southrons, forget not that
the North owes its publishing achieve
ments much more to money than to
sentiment, and that the same element
must control the publishing business in
the South. Therefore, may we not ap
propriately suggest, that you “loosen
your purse-strings” and swell our sub
scription books, and fill our advertis
ing columns?
Thankful for the possession of so
grand an audience as that composed
of the chivalry and beauty of the
Southern States, and that the times
are so propitious as to enable us to
make an appearance so imposing, we
make our obeisance, and hopefully
await an appreciative response in be
half of our enterprise.
HOW TO COOK A TURKEY.
How should a turkey be cooked ? is
a pertinent question just now. The
first thing to do is, procure your turkey.
After being properly drawn and thor
oughly was bed, the dressing is prepared
aud placed inside the bird. The turkey
should be properly basted, and care
should be taken that the wings and
legs are drawn close up to the body.
Some women who consider them
selves good cooks stew a turkey for
half an hour before placing in the
oven to roast. Others who are thought
to be good in the culinary art think
differently, and hold that after the
dressing is in place and the basting is,
done, the fowl should at once be placed |
in the pan and put in the oven. Tur- ;
keys should be roasted in a covered
pan, in order that the steam may be |
made useful in the retention of the
flavor. A turkey should be roasted
about three hours.
AN IDEA FOR WOMEN.
{Somebody has remarked that words
are things. But is a thought a thing ? j
If so, then there are new things under
the sun, Solomon to the contrary not
withstanding. One of those new
thoughts, or things is that woman
should be independent in order to be
in position to refuse to contract mar
riage except for love. Whoever first
expressed this idea enriched the world j
by disclosing a golden truth. I
OUR GROWING GLOBE.
The earth is always growing. Mill
ions of meteorites mingle with its soil
every year, in the form of solids or
ashes. In the ages when Science was
suppressed, the dwellers in the Alps
mountains reported that they had
seen blood drops sprinkled over the
snow and the rocks, and they trembled
at this supposed sign of the wrath of
God. But in our days of better knowl
edge and common sense, the innocent
shepherd sleeps in peace amidst his
flocks, for he has learned that the red
spots in his native mountains are but
ashes of burned up meteorites—the
growing bone, and sinew, and adipose
tissue of the globe.
Our world grows not from vegeta
tion, for shedrawsfrom her own bosom
what she afterwards deposits as mould.
A man may not thrive by sucking his
own blood. It is from the spaces be
yond her enveloping mantle called
atmosphere that our Mother obtains
the elements of life and growth. From
the sun, heat, light, (electricity?), ami
from all directions incalculable num
bers and quantities of stone. Even
diamonds have fallen from the skies,
and there are those who suspect that
all the glittering gems of this nature
found imbedded in the ground are of
celestial origin. It is to be hoped that
the earth will not get too big for her—
pantalets!
A SONG OF THANKSGIVING.
Thanksgiving from the hills whose green slopes
crt eping
Up to the light, are blended with the blue ;
Thanksgiving from the velvet valley- sleeping
Soft in the starlight with the dreams and dew !
Thanksgiving from the winds, in music blowing
Through golden groves of Autumn-painted
trees;
Thanksgiving from the rippled rivers flowing
Out to the ample and the answering seas !
Thanksgiving from the Helds where toil has
given
Through seasons long, the color to the clod ;
Where, ’neath the bending and the beauteous
heaven
The harvests go in incense tip to God.
Thanksgiving from the dome of many »i steeple.
On whose crowned cross the living sunlight
d\\ells ;
Where shine the cities, anil the listening people j
Join in the joyful clamor oi the bells!
Thanksgiving from the hearthstones Love makes
holy,
In humble cots, or still in marble domes,
Where dwell and dream the lofty o- the lowly— C ount
Thanksgiving in their hearts and in their
homes.
For Love, for Life, for all the joys that bless us—
For the child’s clinging and the wife’s sweet
kiss ;
H inds, iips and eyes that tenderly caress us.
And ciown our dreams In rosy realms of bliss.
For ibis, for these—forall the sweets of living;
For all that cheers, that busses and uplifts,
Waft, World I thy Jolty and thy loud thanksgiv
ing
Up to the Giver of all perfect gifts!
A SMILING PABENT.
Col. John IT. Seals, the father of
the Sunny South, bids hearty god
speed to bis elid'd, no longer an infant,
but entering upon prosperousand hope
ful middle life. So much does the
retired editor love the old paper that
we have no doubt this most brilliant
of all its numbers will lie opeu by bis
plate as he boldly assaults his thanks
giving turkey. And as by feasting his
gaze upon the familiar old columns, his
appetite shall be increased, he wdll
mutter: “Thanks, thanks for this
happy Thanksgiving day when I know
for a certainty that the Sunny South
is in able hands, and will rise to be
acknowledged as t^e Harper’s Weekly
of the South !” B Jt what is that other
name inseparably" linked with the
name of Seals, anti the childhood of
this paper? Who was it, whose gen
ius as a writer of poems and tales cast
a golden halo over it’s earlier years t
and ably helped to make the name
Sunny South, a household word in
thousands of Southern homes? This
paragraph would be incomplete if it
omitted to close with the name of
—Mary E. Bryan.
THE CHOICEST FLOWER.
The Home, pure books and flowers
are the natural nourishment of the
woman that grows to be lovable.
Home is the fertile garden in which
the girl—the sweetest of all the flow ;rs
—springs, and buds, and blossoms to
enchanting perfection. There is no
flower so exacting, or so delicate as
this. Exacting in its refusal to devel
op to our satisfaction unless planted
in the special garden known as home,
and under the care of a particular gar
dener. Transplant it to a strange soil,
and though you may tend it closely it
refuses to flourish, its fibre hardens, !
its color pales. It stubbornly declines
to do its best except under the soft f
ministrations of the gardener sent by
nature to foster it. The name of that;
gardener is mother. The girl-flower
drinks the gardener’s tears, and ab- 1
sorbs, and assimilates her voice, her
smiles and her virtues, and when it
bursts into full bloom after about
eighteen years of modest seclusion, the
effects in some respects are far-reach
ing and awful. Whole fields of bitter-
weed—otherwise called boys—imme
diately sicken with heart-disease.
The laws of the land in relation to
these flowers are somewhat peculiar.
They permit you to pluck one for your
button-hole, but if you gather a
bouquet they send you to the peniten
tiary.
ON BEAMS OF LIGHT.
$250.00 in Gold,
For the exact number of letters that
; will appear on the editorial page
(which is the eighth page) of Sunny
j South of the issue of December 24th.
Xmas eve. This includes the headline,
date and every figure and dollar inai k,
should there be any on this page.
The number of this page, which is S
will count one letter. No guesses will
be counted after Tuesday noon, Decem
ber 20th, at which time,and before the
paper has gone to press, all the guesse-
will be turned over to the committee
.of three to be held until the pap* r
comes out. The issue of the 24th will
be mailed on the 21st and a committee
of three disinterested parties will
the number of letters and the
prizes will be sent out so as to reach
the lucky guessers by Christmas day.
What a magnificent present this will
be for the lucky winner. So fair ai
offer was never made. It is absolutely
! impossible for us to know or to tell
bow many letters will be on that page
for that issue. Copy will not have
been furnished, nor will all the mattei
have been set up before this contest
closes,and the first copy which is print
ed will be turned over to the judges
who will count the number of letters
! and make the awards. This page will
not differ in general make-up from.
! the editorial page of any ordinary
| issue.
Count the letters on the editorial
page of any number of The Sunny
South, which you have, and then
send in your guess and ii you guess
the correct number we will send you
One Hundred and Fifty Dollars
in Gold. But if you miss it a few
letters, but come nearer than any one
else, we will send you fifty dollars in
gold. See below:
1. To person gues ing exact number $150 OC
2. To person guessing nearest 50 (hi
3. To person guessing next number 10 00
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
THE MAN WHO LAUGHED.
The most solemn scenes sometimes
have comic features. Fifty years ago
a candidate was mixing with the pio
neers of the rural districts and was in
vited on Sunday to go to meeting.
The church was a log cabin without
floor, or benches, or pulpit. Sleepers—
round skinned pine poles about six
inches in diameter—had been put in to
support a floor. The congregation sat
on the poles. The preacher, a one-
gallused, bare-footed woodsman, stood
on a sleeper at the end. As he warm
ed up to his work he would now and
then start to pitch forward, and the
old women on the front pole would
lean back to give him room to fall.
But he would recover himself by fling
ing back his arms and throwing his
stomach outward. Occasionally he
wou'd reel backward; but his toes
would catch on to the pole like the
claws of some great bird aud bring
him to the perpendicular again. Ev
erybody was grave but the candidate.
He had been corrupted by town life.
In vain did he try to fix his mind seri
ously on his imperiled soul, and pitch-
forks and seas of boiling tar. The
laugh got bigger and bigger in him un
til at last it burst forth, to the conster
nation and indignation of the audience.
He was driven by their cold looks out
of the house, and lost every vote in
the neighborhood.
Scientists hope to be able to trans
mit speech between distant points
without the use of wire—the connec
tion to be established by means of
light-beams.
The amazing speed of the earth in
its course about the sun of 65,000 miles
an hour would be impossible if it had
to pass through an atmosphere as a
ball thrown from the hand does. The
air which wraps the globe as with an
invisible cloak, is a component part of
the planet, and is the inseparable
companion of its never-ceasing travels;
and the vast mass is enabled to skim
through space more lightly than the
falcon because its passage is not vexed
by any perceptible resisting element.
If one could rise into outer space, be
yond the earth’s atmosphere, it might
be possible to talk to beings in the i
stars.
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Make a guess or two guesses. Send
one dollar with your guess for six
months subscription to Sunny South,
or send two dollars for twelve months
subscription and two guesses. Every
one dollar secures the paper for six
months and one guess; and every
two dollars secures it for one year and
two guesses.
To make this perfectly fair in tb e
event more than one person guesses
the exact number, (which is not
likely) the prize will be equally di
vided. This is our Xmas gift to
our subscribers and we want every one
to guess at it. If you owe back dues
you will be entitled to one guess for
every dollar of such dues, besides one
guess for each dollar paid as a re
newal.
If you send us a new subscriber we
will give you one guess aud will allow
the subscriber one guess for each dollar
sent.
Remember that you have only
twenty-six days to get in your guesst -
So send at once.
Address The Sunny South, Atlanta.
Ga.
THE EDITOR.
He can live without towels
Live without soap,
Breakfast on vowels.
And dine upon hope :
He can live without gallusse;*
Live without shirts,
Keep a kicking despite
All manner of hurts;
He can manage to get on
Without advertizzers.
But the editor cannot
Survive without scissors.
An Omission Explained
It seems paradoxical, but it is true
all the same, that though you write a
stanza of poetry to your girl, it will
yet be a-verse to her.
FOOTING FOR ANGELS.
We make it a rule never to mention
The nebular hypothesis of the editorially an advertiser. We are con-
universe—that all bodies in space were strained to forego custom in this in-
on ce molten, and that the sun is still j stance in order to do an advertiser
in that condition—has seemed plausi- justice. By an inexcusable error, a
ble to many scientific minds. But the certificate in the advertisement of
new theory, which teaches that the Messrs. Scott & Bowne, on the back
sun is not fiery, and that none of the cover page of this issue appears with-
planets have ever been so, but that out a signature. The certificate was
worlds have been formed by the uni- given by Grace E. Melick, of Elizabeth
versal force called electricity out of the City, N. C. The preparation which
cosmic dust of space, is much more ; Messrs. Scott & Bowne offer the public
consoling to the meditative. To sup- is so well known, and is prescribed by
pose billions of globes on fire through- so many leading physicians, as almost
out the universe is to assume an in- to preclude the necessity of offering
comprehensible waste of material. ! certificates, but when they are offered
But to suppose them to be habitable is they are genuine, and there is really no
something like locating heaven, or j excuse for the signature not being
finding a standing-place for the angels. ' given.