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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GEORblA, DECEMBER 3, 1892.
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DOT’S TURKISH BATH.
She Says They Beat Her and “Made
Her Up Like Dough.”
S AY, DOT, papa filled my
parse this morning, and it is
burning a hole in my pocket.
What do yon say to taking a
Turkish bath with me and
going down town for a lunch
afterwards ?”
1 said "yes," though a
Turkish bath was to me a
mysterious and uncanny
aff *ir.
Off we started, Kitty in
her swell Parisian gown and
I in sober Boston raiment,
with our bair fluffed up and
our hats set straight, and I, at least, beam
ing with joy at the prospect of penetrating
the inner circles of the unknown.
Ye<, we could have a doable room, and
down a tih-d corrMor and through the
doorway we were led, our hoots nattering
in unseemly fashion in the hush of the
tropical climate we encountered.
A dainty little room with marble floor
and wads of white enxraelled wood held
too low couches, a mirror, stool and row
“Goodby, Dot; I shall stay longer here
because I am used to it.”
My fair Grecian now took me in charge
for the rest of the bath, only leaving me in
a room that was roasting hot a second be
fore. I was laid out on a marble slab in a
small apartment. A screw in the wall
was turned and I left to my fate.
Steam, steam everywhere; my toes be
gan to curl up first, then my teeth and fin
ger nails to loosen.
‘ They have forgotten me, and I shall
die here; poor mother I How she will
wish she had given me that sealskin* now
my feet are parboiled, and I can't breathe.
EARNEST WILLIE.
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He Bubbles Over with Praisss and
CongratulatJons.
GROWING CONFIDENTIAL.
The end must be very
Greek, to the res-
‘’OH, DO WE WEAR OUR HATS?"
ofp'gs. Simple furnisbiugs, indeed, bnt
alt tti <c were rt-q unite.
Kitty was nudres-<ed in a j tty. Then
sh *v*!M*fully drap- d a long niit-et around
he neck I wat bed furtive'y not to »p-
G ar t»• ignorant, and sti weeded in wiud-
i* Ui>s*:f up also, though my bathing
suit seemed rather scan*.y ai <1 ye’ hoastmt
a ^weeping train. At this point Kitty let
down her liair.
*‘D<> I—that is, ought I—must I—take
off my switch?’’
I he l" giggitd Kitty “Of course
you must.”
Tin n she began first to hang up the
clothing we bail dripped, and next to
{ >eer into a corner. I asked what she was
oo<ing for?
“Your h»t, where is vour hat?”
“Oil. do we wear our hats?’’
“Ht! ha! I just want it to hang up
Dot, you will kid me Do you think it
will match your sheet ?” and s-ie was still
chokiugover my ignorance when the ten
dant bringing two pairs of canvass slip
pers, came to lead us out.
The scales gave us ah excuse to wait a
moment.
“One hundred and nineteen pounds;
reallv. is that all; quick Kitty, a pin, my
bathing suit’s unwinding ”
Lo! We had entered a furnace.
“On, I can’t stand this, I can’t; must I
really stay here?’’
I gasped, and the attendant only smiled
and bundled me into a steamer chair, with
Kitty close at hand and a white and yel
low screen to look at After a little whi'e
the heat grew hearable and why I cannot
tell, but both of us had an insane desire to
be confidential. We indulged it to the
utmost, and Kitty was just giving a graph
ic and exciting description of how Harry
Sanderson proposed to her, when up rope
from behind the screen a plump and rosy
matron, with “gossip” written in every
line of her smiling face.
‘ Our new neighbor,” groaned Kit,tv.
“Why, oh why do I al ways tell everything
I know or anybody else knows in the
bath?’
At this point there came in the loveliest
apparition f have yet, seen, a pretty girl,
raviebingly pretty,blue eyes, pink cheeks,
little white treth and a most glorious c m-
plexion’—and this charming creature was
arrayed in a single white garment that
took me hack to Greece and its heathen
deities, writes Dorothy Thurston in the
Boston Globe.
My lungs, too!
near.
“Oh, joy, my little
cue!”
“Would you like to have more steam?”
“Morel’* I exclaimed ([ could talk after
all) “More!”
No? Then I will come again by End
by ’’
Once more I rested on my rubber air
pillow; once more reached the point of
death, and was speculating as to the fit
ness of the sheet, I.ibeu wore, as a winding
shroud when I was saved at last, and led
from the field to yet another room with
another marble slab an l all sorts of queer
looking apparatus.
I waa laid out like a l it, of dough, and
was rubbed and knea- td and tumbled
about in a most irresponsible fashion
Then f was slapped, not locally, but sys
tematically and indiscriminately slapped.
A quick pounding witn the side of the
hand following left me sme, until a rapid
stroke of my Grecian's firm, smooth calm
set matters right. Soap and a scrubbing
brush came next. A shower bath remov
ed t,he soap hut why the hose, with a noX-
xle like that of a watering not, should have
been Used reitt,, is still a mystery. Every
s*para»e spray was like t'>« point of a pin
and 1 shut nriy eyes while I sp'ntfcered and
squirmed and wriggled, to the manifest
Joy of the pretty girl who kept me dan
cing.
“Will you take the plunge?”
Indeed I would, and into the big tank
of cool water that seemed frigid now I
went an I had t.he swim of my life, though
it, was not h • If long enough. A. dab here
and there with a towel, to get the water
out of m v eyes, and ( was returned to onr
dressing ro>-m to rest,.
Best—1 could have danced jig-^-mores
all over the place, hiuins'a-d I took •« nap
and only roused at tlieentrance of Kitty,
whose costume had beeu completed by a
big white turban.
The confidential fever seemed to have
assailed all our neighbors, who gave ns
glimpses of their innermost hearts from
the near apartments, when across the
murmur there came the deep bass of a
man's voice:
“A man in these sacred precincts! I
must gen him!” and we were both craning
our necks for a glimpse, though he proved
to he in the office, when a knock announc
ed the final visit of the attendant. She
dried onr hair, and told us we could dreas
if w« liked.
We liked, but were too indolent to use
the curling tODgs. In the office a glimpse
in the mirror was » harrowing revelation.
Onr faces were clean to a degree; our
freckles stood out like spatter work, and
onr hair out of the dim religious light
which prevailed within, was straggling.in
straight ends from slipping pins and
combs.
“A veil, a veil, my kingdom lor a veil,”
but there was no veil at hind.
•Would you go down town looking like
this?”
Never, though I starve?”
JOT—VO* THE ATTENDANT.
INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY.
So we went home hungry, dishevelled
and sleepy, bnt ( leaner than we ever had
been before in our lives.
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•t ifr
To the Sunny South'Publishing
Company—Gentlemen:
As one who, rambling through the
wonder beauties of some great exposi
tion, stopping at every; turn to “ohl”
and “declare I” over the rare gems of
mao’s genius and the wondrous handi
work of God that charm the eye and
make glad the heart, comes suddenly
into a mamouth, new chamber, glitter
ing below, around, above with rarer
fabrics that enchain, brighter sights
that dazzle, and master triumphs of
art work, that bewilder his brain and
rivet his astonished gaze, cries with
an exhilaration as amusing as it is
refreshing: “Turn off the light! I
don’t think I can stand any more
right now, I thought I had been see
ing beauties all day, but this simply
his efforts and genius, fashioned in
labor and dreams by night and day,
all crystallized with such a triumph of
flawless beauty? Verily, he “hath
cause for thanksgiving!*' His leading
editorial, “A New Cause for 4 Thanks
giving in the South” is one of the
most superb blendings of versatile lit
erary talent and strong common sense
(two coveted characteristics rarely
found together), we have ever seen.
In other words, the Thanksgiving
number is “far beyond,” or rather, to
be a little more metropolitan, I would
say it is “clear out o’ sight”—if it did
not spread out before me in such liv
ing, radiant beauty 1
I did not feel physically strong
enough to write this, but I felt
impelled to speak the warm congrat
ulation my heart felt.
And I must not close without telling
you that the people are delighted-
married away I”
Continue to furnish a pure and
wholesome pabulum for the young,
middle-aged and old; and J predict,
earnestly hoping with the prediction,
that the Thanksgiving Number will
be the sure starting-point from which
the dear, grand old Sunny South will
Quiz gelumn
SHORT HAND.
M. E. C. As to the study of short
hand, we do not know the best books,
but you can get Pittsman’s Manual of
Phonography, Cincinnati, Ohio; or
Munson’s Complete works, Harper &
Bros., New lork; Allen’s Manual of
Short-hand, Lee & Sheppard, New
York. Your question is of a favorite
character and does not interest the
general reader, but we answer you as
a matter of courtesy and respect. We
want questionsthat will interest the
general reader; those and none others.
CURE FOR - FELONS.
J J OJ U1 J
eclipses them all. I stand dumb with ^ _ w
amazement and enthusiasm I”—so 11 sweep to^higher heights'" of popular
who week after week and year after. favor and elevating mental, moral and
year, have followed the Sunny South 1 spiritual ble-sing, than it has ever
through its historic career, and ob- known during all its popular past!
served and enjoyed its manifold at
tractions, exclaim now, when dumb
with amazed admiration, I suddenly
stand (or lie down, rather) before the
dazzlinsr brilliancy of the “Thanks-
givmgNumber.”
Such is my first impression, and as I
go oil and on, beholding illustration
after illustration, and listening to ed
itorial, poem and story, my approba
tion grows and grows until t am about
to exclaim: “Turn off the light for a
tew minutes! Let me rest and reflect
a little!”
I sincerely believe that this great
Thanksgiving edition will be acknowl
Yours, Warmly In Earnest,
Will D. Upshaw.
Upshaw, Ga., Nov. 26th *92.
A New Care for Throat Diseases.
The days of saddle bags and lancet
are gone, and an era of new and more
scientific remedies is upon us. Phy
sicians of today could not make for
themselves any of the things they
use in practice. One of the most re
cent, and not the least ingenious, is
Mrs. S. P.: We don’t know much
about the many aches and annoyances
that poor human flesh has to suffer
with.
As to felons: Saturate a piece of
grated wild turnip with turpentine
and apply to the felon. This is said
to relieve the pain at once and destroy
the felon m twelve hours.
GREATEST SPAN.
Tom B.: To answer your question
and to settle the bet we give you the
length and greatest span in the
world:
Forth Bridge, feet, 8,298; greatest
span, 1,700 feet: Brooklyn Bridge,
feet, 5,889; greatest span, 1,585 feet;
Niagara Bridge, greatest span, 821
feet; Victoria, Montreal, feet, 9,144;
greatest span, 330 feet; Tay Bridge,
feet, 10,780; greatest span, 245 feet.
VARIOUS ALPHABETS.
i t ^ „ ,, . . . . . the new method of treating throat
edged asthe unparallelled triumph of. troubles by the application of the Med-
lit**rary journalism in the South.
It is needless for me to enumerate
the rare attractions—they sparkle on
every page. It is needless for me to
be so personal as to mention such
scknowTedired masters as Mnrv
E.
icated Throat Bandage to the throat
at night, while the patient sleeps.
There is no inconvenience and no dis
coloration of the neck. The bandage
has made a host of friends who testily
to the wonderful efficacy of this ap-
Brvan. who was so loner the brilliant ! pliance in the cure of Guinsy, Diph-
eftfl and genial soul of the Sunny theria, Tonsilitis, Throat Catarrh, En-
Sottth: or .toel flhanfiler Harri®. with larged Tonsils, Goitre, and kindred
hie two continent*! of fame; or Frank troubles. Send one dol'ar to the well
L. Stanton, with his lang'Mne*. siirhinsr, I known Physician’s Remedy Co., Cin-
b»»aiififu1 sonsfs; or Betsy Hamilton,: cinnati, O., and receive one by return
mail. The manufacturers will gladly
furnish any information desired.
NOTHING MO BE TO TELL.
After Twenty-Five Years the Bar
ber’s Victim Finally Revolted.
whose writings. a«< Henry Gradv ®a»d
“taiHv crackle with fun”; or Will N.
Ha»*hin, that oonlfnl wonder a® a ®tnry
writer; or Bill Ari>. who«e humorous
philosophy crow® Weio-hter with loffic
® it mellow® with his advancing ave;
t.he®e have been known to the
world. Bnt. there are two name® which
T fepl con®trained to especially men
tion modest Tom F. McBeath. hardly
known outside of the Sunny SotTttt
realm of year® fl^o, hut whose poems
are massive with thouirht, rvthmie
with music and aflame with soiil—who
stands, in his line, almost if not quite,
without a peer in America today, and
who exhausts everv suhiect hetouohes
tinon and expresses himself just a
little hit better than nnvhodv else
could have done. His “Biopsis” sur
passes Bryant’s“Thanatopsis,”and his
“Carmen JFArti” excells Tennyson‘s
Locksley'Hall.” The other special
name is Henry Clav Fairman, whose
sketches during the last several
weeks show a naturalness extremely
rare and a most refreshing acuteness
and depth of mental grasp; and whose
masrnetic, pungent wit and wisdom
made the “Editor’s Easy Chair,” for a
few months last year, sparkle, and
dance, and reason, and sigh, and sins:,
ust in a manner never before at
tempted in an “Editor’s Easy Chair”
column.
Our ever-honored Sunny South pa
rent. Colonel Seals, in his brilliant
“smile,” strikingly hit upon a suhiect
so seldom thought of hv the reading
public—the heavy financial outlay and
the great burden of mental worry,
work, wear and care it costs to bring
out. such an edition.
The people read and enjoy; sit and
feast at the beautiful table, loaded
with rare Thanksgiving viands, pre
pared and spread by tired, anxious
hands; drink of the cooling crystal
stream, and bathe their minds and
hearts in the sea of mental and spirit
ual rest, and then arise and go. forth
almost without gratitude, or with no
other thanks than, “Well, that is a
grand edition!” when they should
show their gratitude for appeased
appetite and gratified Southern pride
by subscribing themselves and en
deavoring to get everybody else to
subscribe for the paper.
I tell you, gentlemen, and all others
to whom these words may come, it is
actually a reflection on a Southern’s
patriotism not to support such an un
exampled piece of enterprise.
But the question we now hear from an
enthusiastic public is? “Who was the
genius with head of brain and pen of
liquid gold, that sat at the head of the
table and presided over this bounteous
fersts"’ The importance of giving every young
>V hat must, it have cost, of anxious, mtn a : thorough business education is uni-
laborious care and unremitting toil ver sally recognized; and the Georgia
from the editor—he who hung over the Business College of Macon, Ga., by com-
for,n s bj- to an.1 night wr»l«W ; -ff ’SS&t. S* *28^2355
lines and editorials, and whose graduates students within two-thirds the
lant eye doubtless fell upon every let- time and cost of others, but assists them
ter of manuscript and proofsheet m to positions, th>-ro not being one now idle,
the whole magnificent paper \. | A handsome catalogue is a«at every appli-
Adi how must he feel now to see^eant
From the Detroit Free Press.
With figure swathed in white clothe?
and face covered wir<.‘i lather, it wa-
difficult to form a correct notion of tb<
appearance of the man who occupiet
i he first chair in the corner barbe
shop. To the most casual observer i
was obvious that the man in the firs
chair was laboring under intense ex
cite merit. He was breathing in shor
gasps, hie bosom heaved under th*
white towel, and his hands nervously
clutched the cushion seat.
“Fine day.”
The barber was whetting his razo’
and gazing vacantly into space. Th*
bosom under the white towel betray e
new agitation, but the man in the firs
chair made no audible comment.
“Going to the exposition ?”
The convulsive twitching of tin
facial muscles was noticeable througl
the lather. The lips worked violently
but no sound escaped them.
“How’s your folks?”
“See here.”
The man in the first chair had jerker
himself into an upright position.
“See here, I say?”
His manner was positively ferocious
and the barber was transfixed witl
consternation.
“You’ve shaved me for twenty-fivi
years, haven’t you?” demanded thi
man.
The barber gulped and nodded feebly
“Asked more than ten miiliou ques
tions in that time?”
“Er—I—er—guess ”
The barber stammered and lookei
uncomfortable.
“Yes, you’ve asked as many as tha 1 .
In that time you have gradually draw•
from me my entire family history, s
far as I knew it, including the fac
i hat my grandfather was hung, whic
I have kept from everybody else i
the world. What, if I may ask, isyou
purpose in continuing your interrogt
lions? I’d like to know, if I may, wha
more you expect to learn?”
All the barber could do was to Iaugl
in a sickly way aud murmur incohe
vnily, while the man in the fir?
;hair resumed a recumbent posture.
Scholar; Different nations have
different numbers of letters in their
alphabets. We give you the follow
ing: The Sandwich Islands alpha
bet has 13 letters: the Burmese 19;
Italian 20; Bengalese 21; Hebrew, Sy
rian, Chaldee and Samaritan 22 each;
French 23; Greek 24; Latin 25; Ger
man, Dutch and English 26 each;
Spanish and Sclavonic 27 each; Arabic
28; Persian and Coptic 32 each; Geor
gian 35; Armenian 38; Russian 41;
Muscovite 43; Sanscrit and Japanese
50 each: Ethiopie and Tartarian 202
each. You will find that in he dif
ferent languages, the same ltit r is
not pronounced alike, hence,
the difficulty of pronouncing correctly
foreign words. It is all stuff to try to
pronounce words as they are spoken
in their native tongue. A French
man cannot say; this, that, these,
those, to save his life. He will say—
dis, dat, dese, dose, etc. So with all
foreign tongues in trying to pro
nounce our language, and we trying
to pronounce their language.
CONFEDEkATE STATES IN WAR.
Secure a Business Education.
W. Y. P.—Yes* Great Britain did
recognize the Confederate States as
belligerents during the war. On the
13th of May, 1861, Queen Victoria is
sued a proclamation of neutrality be
tween the two belligerents, or then,
nations. We had the sympathies of
Europeon our side; but interest and
policy demanded that the Confederate
States be not recognized. As Great
Britain made so much by the war, sold
so much to the United States, of course
she did not care how long the war
la®ted, so her people grew rich. Sucn
is the spirit of selfishness and interest.
Friendship, in its last analysis, means
interest and policy, and nothing else.
None of the European nations held
official communications with or sent
ministers to us.
A Hew Story From Mary E Bryan!
Mrs. Mary E. Bryan’s story “At the
Eleventh Hour,” ends with this num
ber, but the readers of The Sunny
South will be gratified to know that
we expect to begin a new and thril
ling serial from the pen of this favor
ite Southern author in our issue of
December 10th. The very taking
title is “THE MYSTERY OF THE
BLACK MINE.” We trust that the
friends of The Sunny South every
where will make known to their
neighbors who may not see the paper
the fact that Mrs. Bryan’s writings
may be found in its columns.
Eit Figs and Be Brilliant.
Stimulation of some branch or other of
the fifth uerve seems to increase the circu
lation in the brain, and those who or*
making their utmost calls upon their
mental powers are accustomed to stimu
late this nerve in one way or another. The
late Lord Derby used to eat brandied cher
ries, aud an experiment of Marcy’s proves
that mastication will accelerate the flow of
blood through the carotid artery, and serves
to show the wisdom of an editor whom I
knew who used to eat figs while writing a
leading article, and even of those who in*
dnlga In the practice so disagreeable to
their neighbors of chewing tobooca—Pop*
ukur BoUboo Monthly.