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Bag we!! Business College.
GEORGIA'S LAEDING BUSINESS TRAINING SCHOOL.
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W. A. WEIGHT.
Stenographer S & S. Pack
ing Cos., Atlanta, Ga., after
11 weeks' course in Chartier
Shorthand at Bagwell Busi
ness College.
BAGWELL BUSINESS COLLEGE,
IQS Peachtree St., Atlanta. Ga.
BETTER DO IT NOW
Too late for Fire Insurance after it burns. Too
late for Life Insurance after your health is im
paired. Make use of opportunity. See us to
day.
KILGORE & RADFORD, Insurancec Agents,
B®*Office at'The Winder Banking Company.
Schedule Seaboard Air Line.
EASTWARD.
No. 52 For 'oca! stations, Monroe and Columbia. 9:5 r A. M,
No. 32 For Norfolk, Washington and New York, 1:46 P. M.
No. 38 For local stations, Norfolk, Richmond and East
io;2S P. M.
WESTWARD.
No. 41 For local stations, Atlanta and West, 6:52 A. M.
No. 33 For Atlanta, Birmingham, Memphis and West,
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No. 53 For Atlanta and West, 6:36 P. M.
These arrivals and departures are given as information
only and are not guaranteed.
The splendid 'records of our
students and their success in hold
ing the best positions' clearly
demonstrates that our modern
methods and systems' of Short
hand and Book-keeping save one
half the time required _ for old
systems and that they make more
competent Stenographers and
Book-keepers.
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Exclusive right to teach the
famous CHARTIER system of
Shorthand in this section.
POSITIONS SECURED.
A good position is secured for
every graduate upon completing
the course.
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CHURCHES.
METHODIST
Rev. W. T. Hunnieutt, Paste 1 .
Preaching at 11:30 a. in. and 7:45
p. m. Sunday school at 10:15 a
m.,*W. IT. Toole, superintendent.
Prayermeeting Wednesday at 7; 45
p. m.
BAPTIST
Iley. .J. W. Perry, Pastor. Preach
ing every Sunday except first at
11:80 a-m. and 8-p. m. Sunday
school 10:80. a. m., W. L. Bias
ingame, superintendent. Prayer
meeting every Wednesday evening
at usual hour.
CHRISTIAN.
Rev. J. 11. Wood Pastor. Preach
ing Ist, 4th and sth Sundays at
11:30 a. m. and Bp. m. Sunday
School at 10:30 a* m. Claud Mayne
superintendent. Prayermeeting
every Thin.-day evening at usual
hour.
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
Services on the Ist and 3d Sun
days at 1130a. m. and 8:00 p. m.
Rev Fritz Rauschenberg, pastor.
Sunday School every Sunday at
10:30 a. in. W. 11. Quarterman
superintendent.
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Tennessee Mules.
1 will unload Saturday
morning a carot
Mules and Horses.
I will offer them to the
trade at
Reck Bottom Prices,
or exchange them for second
hand Mules.
J. W. Moore,
Winder, Ga.
4 Toast—“ Woman.”
Ol), the neatness of their neatness
when they re neat,
Oh! the fleet ness of their fleetness
when they’re fleet;
But the neatness of their neatness
And the fleetness of their fleet ness
Areas nothing to, their sweetn-sj
BOWSER UPSET AGAIN
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Result of Strenuous Day at Office
Gets Better of Him.
READS RIOT ACT TO WIFE.
She Calls Hubby’s Bluff, and the Dis
couraged Philosopher Goes Forth
Into the Tempestuous Night to For
get It.
[Copyright, 1908, by T. C. McClure.]
IN going to the office in the morn
inf' Mr. Bowser had been elbow
ed by a fat man, had his toes
stopped on by two careless peo
ple and told by the car conductor that
! it was uo use to hand out lead nickels
for fare. All day long things Went
1 wrong at the office, and when he was
’ ready to start for home he was endre
-Ily out of sorts. He was ready to re
\ sent the slightest infringement on his
; rights and was actually looking for a
! fuss when a sudden thought, followed
by a holy calm, stole over him. He
would take it out on Mrs. Bowser and
thus kill half a dozen birds with one
stone. She had needed talking to for
several weeks, and this was an oppor
tunity not to be neglected.
Mrs. Bowser was watching cut of
the window when he arrived. She
could tell by the drag of his feet and
the hump of liis shoulders what was
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“i'OTJIt COKES AltE ALSO OUT OF KILTEIS
AEOUT THE COAL.”
coming, anil she braced herself for the
conflict. She was in the hall to meet
him as he opened the door with a hang,
but he proceeded to hang up his hat
and overcoat without paying any at
tention to her. On the contrary, he
turned to the door and opened anil shut
it two or three times and then growled
out:
“I thought so! Someone has been
swinging on this door anil nagging it.
I suppose I shall find it off its hinges
and lying on the floor when I come
home tomorrow night.”
She made no reply, but led the way
down to dinner. It was an extra good
dinner. Cook had gone out for the
afternoon, and the meal had been pre
pared by Mrs. Bowser’s own hands.
The roast leg of lamb was something
particularly pleasing, but Mr. Bowser
turned up his nose at it and said:
“Three dollars more waste for a
chunk of old sheep!”
He found fault with everything In
rotation, adding in every instance re
marks about indigestion and the poor
house, and wound up by shoving back
from the table and saying:
“Mrs. Bowser, we will now go up
stairs and have a little talk. I wish
for explanations on certain points. 1
wish them in order to guide my fu
ture conduct.”
She followed after and scab:-.! her
self, while he crossed” his hands under
his coattails and stalked up and down.
He dill not look In her direction, but
he felt that she was humbled and
frightened over his demean- r. When
he thought the proper moment had ur
d lie said:
“First and foremost, why have you
driven the cook out of the bouse with
out consulting me?”
“She was not driven,” was the an
swer. “.She wanted to run over <
Jay street and see her mAther, and I
let her go.”
“Woman, let us have no prevaricat
ing in this matter. I felt it in my
bones when i entered the house- that
you had driven Sarah into the streets
on some excuse, arid now l know that
it is so. She is probably wandering
about in the snow at this moment,
homeless and helpless and weeping.”
“Your bones deceive you,” replied
Mrs. Bowser as she held up her head,
and next moment the cook had entered
by the basement door and was stamp
fijg the snow off her feet.
Mr. Bowser felt that he had los| the
trick, but he was not-discouraged. He
reflected fora moment and then said:
“As I got off the car this evening I
saw our butcher. He is usually very j
polite to me, but tonight he scarcely
noticed me. In fact, he acted as if he
wanted to dun
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money to run the house on. Instead of
paying it out you run in debt and use
it elsewhere. 1 venture to say that you
owe the bntcher all of $lO. and I
shouldn’t be a bit surprised if he sent
Ids bill for It within the next half
hour.”
“If he doesn’t I'd like to have you
go over there with me and hear him
say that I don’t owe him a penny. In
fact, there's a little balance in my fa
vor.”
“TTm, um! I may drop over by my
self. but whether I do or not I want to
say to you that this extravagance in
coal burning must stop right here now.
Winter is hardly here yet, and we have
burned three tons of coal in the fur
nace and laud knows how much in the
range.”
“Your bones are also out of kilter
about the coal,” answered Mrs. Bowser
as she went over to a bunging cup
board and took out a handful of bills.
“You got three tons of furnace coal
ami one of range coal the Ist of No
vember. At least half of each pile is
still in the bins. You can go down and
see for yourself.” '
lie made a move ns if to take her at
her word, but stopped short and turn
ed around and said:
“I can investigate that in the morn
ing. Just at present I want to know
why the gas bill was $1 for October.
Not a dark day in the whole month,
and yet you must have had every
burner iu the house going. Have you
the slightest interest in saving me a
shilling, or are you determined to drive
me to the poorhouse as soon as possi
ble?”
“Here is the October gas bill,” she
said as she extended it. “It Is for
s2.ru>, and, yon see, It was paid.”
Mr. Bowser was cornered. He could
not dodge the document, and he there
fore instantly decided to ignore it.
This he did by a wave of his hand and
saying:
“And the grocery bill. I give you
the money to pay the grocer, but do
you pay it? If you do, why did he
look at me the way he did on the car,
then, the other day? Why? Why?
Don’t stop to invent an excuse, hut an
swer me—why?”
“Because you went away with a rag
ged old necktie on, as you very well
know, and had to buy anew onA when
you got over town. No wonder he
looked at you. As for my account with
him, 1 don’t owe a cent.”
“Uni, urn! Mrs. Bowser, there must
be a change in things around this
house. These are not the times for
indulging in waste and extravagance.
I was amazed when you asked me last
month for S2O to pay the cook’s wages
—yes, positively amazed, though I said
nothing. I thought 1 would wait un
til we could have a long talk—such a
talk as this. When you hired Sarah it
was understood that her wages were
to lie sl7 per month. Js It a scheme
on your part to rob me of $$ a month
to buy your novels with?”
“.Sarah worked three months at sl7
per month,” explained Mrs. Bowser,
“and then, because she made a pud
ding one night to tickle your palate,
you raised her wages to S2O. You sat
right at the table and can’t deny it.”
“By thunder, woman, byt there are
things around this house * i I can’t
understand!” shouted Mr. Bowser, try
ing to look very fierce, but making a
failure of it.
Mrs. B. Takes a Hand.
“So there are,” replied Mrs. Bowser.
“I can’t understand why you come
home like a roaring lion; why you
make charges you can’t substantiate;
why you find fault with a better din
ner than any other Bowser on earth
ever sat down to; why you will per
sist In sticking your nose into kitchen
affairs instead of leaving them to me;
why you are swilling down wine and
smoking cigars while I can’t squeeze
out money enough to buy myself an
orange; why you go dovyf ml fill
the furnace full of coal antoM- *e the
house red hot the minute jp. cornu
home and then charge me m selling:
it; why you turn on all the mis burn
ers of an evening. There, are about a
hundred other things I can’t under
stand, but want to. Phase sit down
and let’s have a long talk.”
“Woman! Woman”—
“Cut that out, Mr. Bowser, aud come
down to straight business. Do you
know that your clubs are ca sting you
mere than the coal and gas combined?
Do you know that your cigar bill
would dress me? Do you know”—
But lie wasn't there any more. He
was down the hall getting Into In's
overcoat and out of the house. He
had bluffed, and bis hand had been
called* and this was his only wav out
of it. He went out into the snow and
the gale and the night, and men who
saw him pass mentally said to them
selves:
“111 bet ten to one he's had a row
with his wife and got the worst of it.”
M. QUAD.
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Doesn’t Count.
Mother—Alice, did I not see you kiss
Mr. Bruce when you came* home from
the theater last night?
Alice—Yes, ma, but it was through
my veil.—Puck,
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“Where does that guy get all his
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