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VOL 1 -NO 101.
T.HOMASVILLE, GEORGIA, SUNDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 8, '.881)
5.00 PER ANNUM
(MING OUT
—OUR ENTIRE STOCK OF-
White Goods,
HAMBURGS,
—AND-
REGARDLESS OF COST.
COMING THROUGH THE TOWN.
Tunc: “Cornin’ thro’ the Rye.”
If a Christain meets a beggar,
Coming through the town;
And a smile would cheer the beggar,
Need the Christain frown?
Even tramps have some good in them,
None is wholly bad;
Vet we harshly judge our neighbor,
If lie’s poorly clad.
We are apt to think quite surely,
When a body’s down.
That it’s by his own fault only’
Friends and hope arc gone:
Anybody may through weakness,
Fall before man’s greed;
Then why should we despise our brother,
When lie’s most in need?
If we all were just and loving,
As through life wc go;
Tramps would not be ever moving,
Homeless to and fro;
0, my brothers, let us save them,
As wc surely can;
For why should one be doomed to this,
Who might become a man ?
When by scheming and injustice,
Some men get too mmli;
Multitudes must thirst and hunger,
Held in Want’s hard clutch;
Rich men get on without working,
And with no sense of shame •
Tramps are but an imitation,
Eoih are just the same.
. Twentieth Century.
They Mist Bo.
Look out for a stun
ner next week.
Tho Confederate Monument.
Have you noticed the beautiful and
artistic otitlines of the Confederate
monument, at the intersection of Broad
and Fletcher streets, as it stands in
mute grandeur, ’ncath the swinging
electric light? Vividly, as at noon
day, it may be seen at midnight, from
the extreme end of Broad street. It
stands there, bathed in the new and
strange light, a silent but eloquent
witness to the love which the south
has for those who died in her dctensc.
In daylight, or at night, it speaks to
to the passer by of the women of the
south; of their never dying devotion
to the memory of the brave men who
faced and met death on bloody
battle fields in their defense. The
memory of these men will last longer
than the white marble shaft which
comcmoratcs their heroism. Ages
may crumble the marble: the memory
of the south's dead can never die. It
will be embalmed in song and story;
be handed down from generation to
generation, serving to keep alive love
ol freedom and country, so long as
freedom has her votaries, or a country
those to love it. All over our land,
north and south, marble shafts rear
their heads in commemoration of brave
men who fought and died for a cause
which each believed to be right.
Southern shafts may not be so stately,
may not have that grandeur and finish,
which distinguishes these memorial
monuments at the north—we have
been too poor to erect such—but the
modest monuments at the south are
equally eloquent in telling their story
of heroism, lortitude, devotion to
country, and the love of the living for
the dead. The banner under which
they lought, and which they dyed with
their blood, has been folded in defeat,
and put away forever. Its folds, crim
soned with the best blood of the south,
will never flutter in the breeze again,
but the memory ol the men who fell
beneath it, will outlive marble monu
ments. The heroism of I.ee, Jackson,
Albert Sidney Johnson, and others
who fought beneath the stars and bars,
like the heroism of Grant, Hancock-,
McClellan, and others, who followed
the stars and stripes, is a common her
itage of a common country. The
southern man who cannot rise above
section and feel a thrill ol pride when
the story of the great leaders of the
northern army is rehearsed, lacks pa
triotism and love of a now re-united
and common country; and the northern
map who cannot feel his pulses quick
ened, when the story of southern heroes
are recounted, and feel that their valor
added imperishable honors, as did the
heroic leaders ol the northern armies,
to the Amciican name, is not a repre
sentative -American. I.ct the north
and south cherish the memory of their
dead soldiers; and while cherishing
the memory of their own dead, let
them not withhold that meed of admi
ration and respect which those who
lought on the other side are entitled
to.
The Haverly-Cleveland Minsrels.
It is generally known, already, that
this popular troupe opens the season
here early in next month. In speak
ing of thejr performance, a few nights
since, in Louisville, Ky., the Courier-
Journal says:
“The management of the Haverly-
Cleveland minstrels must have been
greatly gratified last evening to note
the fact that the house was crowded
before 8 6’clock, the standing-room
sign out, and not a seat on sale above
or below, while hundreds of disap
pointed people, who had neglected to
reserve seats in advance, were com
pelled to return without securing ad
mission. The audience, as a matter of
fact, was one of the greatest ever as
sembled in this city to winess a min
strel performance. The “trouble” be
gan at 8:15 with the introduction of
the richly costumed “Venetian” first
part, a spectacular arrangement in
which rich plush curtains of different
colors, were eflcctively used, formin
a beautiful scene. The first part con
tained the vocal programme usually
given, and included songs and recita
tions by Hughey Dougherty, Billy
Emerson, Banks Winter, John Queen,
J. S. McMurray, and others. Dough
erty was iu fiuc trim and his song :
“I was with him,” was demanded and
re-demauded, while Emerson, in whom
time has apparently made but little
change, was subjected to the same
judgment. In the olio which followed,
Dougherty, Emerson, the Virtos, the
Japs, and the company generally, ap
peared. The principals were enthusi
astically encored each time they ap
peared, while the specialties were re
ceived with shouts of laughter. A
feature ol the entertainmeut was the
drill of the Egyptian Phalanx, which
was done in admirable time and with
almost faultless prtielsfen. ‘itTWts* the
more novel from the fact that it was
too short to satisfy the spectators.
The “Right Idea,” by Messrs. Doyle,
Qucert, Leonard aud Crotty, including
solo clog dauciug of, an exceedingly
intricate and complicated character,
constituted another strong poiat
The Japs concluded the bill with an
exhibition which embraced sword
walking, juggling, tof) spinning, mar
velous balancing and feats on the
bamboo ladder, and the immense au
dience departed well pleased.”
MR. AND MRS. BOWSER.
‘ for awliile, and then mixed a fresh
lot oT lather and brushed it on, and
Save the Hay.
We take the following timely sug
gestion from our Albany contempora
ry, on the subject of saving hay :
‘•There are hundreds of tons of the
best hay now wasting in the oat and
corn fields of this section. It is a
pity our people have not provided
for cutting and curing it all. There
is no question but that the hay that
could be cut from some corn fields
would he worth more than-corn grown
in them. The hay of the native
crow foot and crab grasses of this sec*
tion, is very superior, being sweet and
nutritious, ami the stock greatly pre
fer it to tho Western liny. There
lias been n great improvement in the
attention devoted to hay saving in
this section within the past few years,
but it is still nn undeveloped industry,
and will richly repay the closest at
tention. Wc know of one melon
grower near Albany, who, after, gath
ering his melons, concluded to buy a
mower and cut aud cure hay from the
abandoned melon patch. lie waited
until the grass was too dry, except
in the bottoms, hut from them he cut
enough hay to more than pay for the
labor and mower, the first year. In
diversified farming lays the hope of
the country.”
Mr. F. Robeat, civil engineer is in
the city, and has conic to .make the
preliminary survey of the Albany &
Cordclc road. There will he a meet
ing of the citizens interested in this
line, this morning. The road would
prove a large feeder to Albany’s trade,
and is one of the most important to
the city’s prosperity that has ever
been projected.—News and Advertis
er, Albany.
BY MI!S. BOWSER.
“Mrs. Bowser, do you know how
much time the average man consumes
per week in getting shaved ?’’ queried
Mr. Bowser, as he entered the house
the other evening with a parcel under
his arm.
“I do not.”
“Well, I figure it an hour aud a
half, to say nothing of the expense.
One also runs many risks by shaving
in a public place.
“Yes.”
“And I shall hereafter shave my
self. I can do it in seven or eight me -
minutes, at a cost of less than two
cents, and I run no risk of barber’s
itch or having my throat cut by some
lunatic,”
“Well, 1 hope you’ll make a suc
cess of it, but- —”
“There you go! Did I ever attempt
anytliiug you didn’t discourage?”
“But you know you tried it twice
and gave it up and threw your outfits
away in disgust.”
• “And why? Because some one
used my razors to cut kindling wood?”
“Mr. Bowser!”
“At least it appeared that way to
me. And I got a lame arm, and we
went off on a visit, and there were
several other reasons. From this
time forward I shall have myself, and
I shall begin after supper.”
After supper he prepared himself
with three towels aud a quart of hot
water and went up stairs to begin op
erations. I crept softly up and took
a’ seat on the lauding just as Mr.
Bowser had removed coat and vest
and collar and was mixing tho lather.
While he was soaping liis face I heard
him growl soveral times, and after
wards ascertained that it was caused
by his jobbing tho brush into his eyes
and mouth by misfako. About one-
half of the lather was deposited on
his shirt front before he got through,
lie was just seventeen minutes getting
ready for the razor, and when he look
it up I heard him mutter:
“This thing handles mighty awk
ward! If that fellow has gone and
sold me a left “handed razor I’ll prose
cute him to the last ditch!”
He held it in various positions to
get “the hang,” and when he finally
got it, he made a careful motion along
his right cheek. To his great sur
prise and delight he didn’t cut his
head off'. On the contrary, lie shaved
off a whole spoonful of lather, ami I
heard him chuckling :
“Egad! But I’m getting there
with both feet! No barber could bent
that!”
Mr. Bowser wears a mustache, ami
is very proud of it. At the third or
fourth scrape along his cheek one end
of the mustache got in the way of the
razor and a share of it was carried
overboard,so to speak.
“By thunder.” said Mr. Bowser, as
lie regarded the damage, and careful
ly washed all the lather oil (hat side
to closer inspect the calamity. Inves
tigation proved that the damages was
not beyond repair, and lie renewed the
lather and went ahead.
In the course of the next fifteen
minutes Mr. Bowser must have re
moved as many as two hairs from his
face, and he uttered fully 100 sighs
and grunts. lie tried the razor in
his right hand and iu his left, and in
every conceivable position, and he
brushed on the lather until a hoe
would scarcely have scraped it off.
“You see,” I heard him saying to
himself, “a fellow lias to fool around
awhile to get confidence in himself.
1 expected it would take me about
half an hour this time, hut inside of a
week I’ll make a clean shave inside
of five minutes. There—that’s a good
job.”
lie wet a towel and wiped the lath
er off his face and took a look iu the
glass. The result astonished him.
So far as he could sec he had not re
moved one single beard. lie had
scraped off the lather, but the beard
was still there He growled away
after satisfying himself that the razor’s
edge was all right by cutting a hair
pulled from his head, lie laid it against
his chin. He gradually turned it up
and began to scrape, and I heard him
softly saying:
“Now, then, I’ve got the real hang
of it. I was carrying it to- flat.
There’s a trick ”
Two things suddenly happened.
He cut the left corner of his mustache
off and gashed his chin at the same
stroke, and the next instant he houn
ded out into the hall and shouted for
“Well, what is it?’ I asked us I
rose up.
“Look licie! I’m fatally wounded!”
he cried, as ho danced around the
hall.
“Let mo see. Why, it’s nothing
but a slight cut. Let me wash the
lather oil.”
It was a lively cut, and it bled free
ly for a quarter of an hour, during
which time Mr. Bowser did a great
deal of sighing and groaning, and
forgot about his mustache. When I
had plastered up the cut he returned
to the glass, discovered that his mus
tache was lopsided, and wheeled on
mo to exclaim :
“Look at it! Look at that Mrs.
Bowser!”
“Yes, you haggled your mustache.
I’ll get the shears and trim it off.”
“Never! Keep right away from
me! Mrs. Bowser, your plot has been
discovered!”
“Don’t be so foolish, Mr. Bowser.
I told you I didn,t believe you could
shave yourself.”
“It is all as plain as day now 1” he
continued, as ho upset the lather cup
and walked through its contents, “you
probably ' figured that I’d cut my
throat. You were sitting at the head
of the stairs to catch my death rattle!”
“Did I tell you to bring homo that
razor? Didn’t I try to discourage you
from shaving?”
Ho turned from me without a ro-
ply, and I went down stairs. He
came down after about half an hour,
lie had been obliged to sacrifice a
third of his mustache to get it in
proper shape again, and the lather
which had gotten into his eyes gave
him the appearance of having wept
for a week.
“It’s too had,” I said, breaking a
long and embarrassing silence.
Oh, it is, is it ?’ he sneered in
reply. “Too had that I’m not lying
a headless corpse up stairs, and you
figuring on my life insurance!”
“Well, it’s no use to talk to you,
Mr. Bowser.”
' Not a hit, Mrs. Bowser. You had
a plan. I checkmated it. You stand
evcaled in your true light ns a
would-be Borgia or worse. This is
the last straw, Mrs. Bowser—the very
ast. In the morning we will talk
business.”
But when morning came he didn’t
have a word to say. 1 found his shav
ing outfit in the side yard, where he
had thrown it from the window, and
the girl is now using the razor to peel
potatoes.—Detroit Free Press.
$
AS ALWAYS,
(Mitchell House Block.)
Has just opened up
to the young and old
gents the handsomest
line of shoes ever of
fered in our city, in
all styles, from the
narrowest to the wid
est lasts. Patent
leather shoes, hand
some line of gents’
toilet slippers and
full line of ladies’’,
misses’ and children’s
shoes.
“How much do you gin’rally git for
a job like this ?” asked a rural bride
groom of the minister who married
him.
“The law allows me a dollar.”
“Well, great Scot, man, here’s your
dollar. I don’t wauter go to law ‘bout
it! Reckon I'll have trouble enough
now, anyhow!”
Dashwood.—“I am going to do
something noble, and get my name
in the papers.” Merritt.—“If that’s
" hat you’reaftercr, you'll have to do
something bad.”
Davy Crockett is to have a monu
ment iu Teuuesec. The Tenneeseeans
have waited long enough before de
ciding to build it, to be sure they are
right, and in the words of the frontier
statesman, himself, it is their duty to
‘go ahead - ”—Ex.
JMitdiell House Block.