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MRS. W, B. FINCHER CALLED
TO REWARD FRIDAY NIGHT
Mrs. W. B. Fincher, aged 47, pass
ed away at her home near Jackson
Friday night at 10 o’clock. Death
was due to cancer and followed a
lingering illness.
Mri. Fincher was a Miss Byars be
fore her marriage and a was a wo
man of many excellent traits of char
acter and was held in the highest es
teem by all who knew her. She was
a devoted member of Sandy Creek
church and exemplified her Christian
character in her daily life, being a
faithful and dutiful wife and a kind,
sympathetic neighbor.
She is survived by her husband,
Mr. W. B. Fincher, a well knowsn plan
ter of he county; one adopted daugh
ter; a sister, Mrs. T. J. Byars; three
brothers, Messrs. Lawton and Gordon
Byars, of Eatonton, and George By
ars, of Griffin.
The funeral was held at the Pres
ton cemetery Sunday at noon, the
services being conducted by Rev. Mr.
Gardner, and interment w r as in the
church yard.
{500,000 WORTH OF
EGOS SPOIL YEARLY
Swatting the Rooster May Pre
vent This Loss
In Georgia alone, each year, $500,-
000 worth of eggs spoil because of
neglect or carelessness. This loss
represents 10% of all eggs produced or
1 egg out of every 10 layed.
The quickest and most effective way
to correct this great, loss will be to kill
the rooster. A fertile egg will dete
riorate much quicker than an infer
tile egg because in the former the
embryo starts to develop at approxi
mately 70 degrees. As it is impossi
ble to keep eggs below that temper
ature in summer, the egg is bound to
spoil. Therefore, as soon as the breed
ing season is over, catch the rooster.
The very best males may be sepa
rated from the hens for the next year,
but those not exceptionally good
should be fattened and eaten or sold.
Keep the nest free from mites by
spraying occasionally with kerosene
oil. Provide clean nest well bedded
with hay, straw or excelsior and the
hens will not be tempted to lay out
around barns, etc. Eggs should be
collected twice a day and kept in a
cool place during hot weather. Mar
ket eggs at least twice a week.
All thin shelled, extra large or ab
normally small eggs should be con
sumed at home. If eggs are soiled,
clean them with vinegar, but dry egg
Immediately with dry cloth. An egg
that has been washed will deteriorate
very soon.
In short, the quickest way to improve
the market egg and prevent an enor
moiis loss to the farmer will be to
produce infertile eggs, collect and
market often, and consume at home
all but the best.
The consumer can help in this work
by purchasing only eggs that are
guaranteed to be fresh. —Prof. J. H.
Wood, State College of Agriculture.
MARKETING HOGS
beats burying: them. Steve Hoover,
Mt., Pleasant, lowa, writes, “Com
menced feeding my herd of abaut
100 hogs B. A. Thomas’s Hog Pow
der over two months ago. Fifty were
sick and off feed. Nearby herds had
cholera. I did not lose one—they are
well and growing fast.”
Carmichael Hardware Cos., dealers.
Following every lynching in Geor
gia the big city dailies give a lecture
to the people on the evils of lynching.
These lectures are no doubt well
meant, but they have little effect.
Lynching will continue as long as the,
crimes v.hich cause lynching are com
mitted. Georgia is no worse than any
other state. North or South. The peo-j
pie are determined to uphold Anglo-
Saxon civilization and society at any
cost, and as long as brutes so far
forget themselves as to commit un
speakable c rimes on white women,
just so long will Judge Lynch hold
sway. Lynching is a bad thing and
ought to be stopped. So likewise
ought the crimes against defenceless
women be stopped. Stop one and you
stop the other.
GOOD FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY
Every family requires a safe and
reliable cough and cold remedy. Mrs.
John Potter. 20 Shupe St., Mt. Pleas
ant. Pa., writes: “I have used Foley’s
Honey and Tar for colds for years and
highly recommend it to all families.”
Contains no opiates Checks bronchial
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cough. The Owl Pharmacy, advt.
THE JACKSON PROCRESS-ARCUS. JACKSON. CEORGIA, FRg>AY;_ MAT 31. 11
THE KAISER’S TALK TO HELL
The Kaiser called the Devil up
On the telephone one day,
The girl at central listened to
All they had to say.
“Hello,” she heard the Kaiser’s voice,
“Is old man Satan home?
Just tell him it is Kaiser Bill
__That wants him on the phone.”
The Devil said “Hello,” to Bill
__And Bill said, “How are you?
The Story That Private Leach Told
“I say, there,” called Private Leach,
sitting up weakly, “where you goln’
with me blinkin’ ’at?”
The dog cast a look back across his
shoulder, wagged his tall pleasantly
and continued to trot away, carrying
Private Leach’s cap In his jaws.
“ ’E‘s got a bloomin’ cheek, not
’alf!” observed Private Leach and lay
down again. What difference did It
make? He had clicked a bullet In his
righ thigh, and, what with the loss of
blood and pain and hunger and all, a
chap might as well “go west” without
n cap as with one. Now that he’d
managed to get a dressing on the
wound and a bandage to hold the
dressing in place, the bleeding was
less, but the end of the smashed bona
was grinding in the torn flesh. It
wasn’t a bit cushy, ont there In No
Man's Land, six hours In a shell hole
with a busted leg.
The dog had popped up from no
where at all, with his alert eyes and
sensitive, searching nose. Girt tight
ly about his body was the broad white
band bearing the flaming sign of the
Red Cross. He stood quite still while
Private Leach painfully unfastened the
first aid package from his back and,
still more painfully, applied the disin
fectant, gauze pads and clean cotton
tincture. Looking up, he whined a
Beautiful Carin/bnmat
Always On Time!
Mer of action refuse to be dependent upon slow moving, congested trolley cars. They
realize that their time is worth money. And, quite naturally, they find the sohp
tion. of this time problem in a dependable motor car the most efficient form of
transportation that has ever been developed.
A little reflection should convince you that any man can do a better day s work with a
Paige. In the entire field of automobiles there is no car with a more firmly estab
lished reputation for dependability. Because the Paige performs its work unfail'
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Jackson, Ga.
I’m running here a hell on earth,
So tell me what to do.”
“What can I do?” the Devil said,
“My dear old Kaiser Bill?
If there’s a thing that I can do
To help you, sure I will.’-
The Kaiser said, “Now listen,
And I will try to tell,
The way that I am running
On earth a modem hell.
“My army went through Belgium,
Shooting women and chldren down,
friendly, sympathetic whine, and the
soldier patted him gratefully.
“Good old chap," said Private Leach.
“You’ve been knocked about a bit
yourself, eh?" lie touched the dog’s
ear where a recent hurt had left a
scarcely healed scar.
And then the rascal had seized Prl
vate Leach’s cap and made off with it
toward the lines, paying no serious
attention to the wounded man’s re
monstrances.
“Rum little bloke!” remarked Pri
vate I.eacli and fainted.
Private Leach sat on a sunny bench
in the small courtyard of the con
valescent hospital and explained mat
ters to a compatriot, likewise recover
ing from tho effect* of boche courtesy.
“And the bloomn’ surgeon, ’e says
them dawgs is trained like that The
ono that found me, ’e doD’t mind bul
lets no more than buns, ’e don’t,
a-w'izzin’ past ’ls ’ead. And when ’e
finds a wounded chap > tykes 'ls cap
or anything that’s loose ’e can get 'ls
teeth In, and away ’e goes to report
to ’ls K. 0., like a good soldier. So
then the stretcher bearers, they goes
ont and brings In the chap, same as
they did me, d’ye see? Red Cross
trains dawgs by ’undreds. Great, eh,
wot?”
"Righto," agreed Private Leach’s
companion. ** ’Spect you’d like to meet
that fellow again. Dawgs’ll look a bit
We tore up all the country
And blew up every town.
“My Zeps dropped bombs on cities,
Killing both old and young,
And those the Zeppelins didn’t get
Were taken out and hung.
“I started out for Paris,
With aid of poisonous gas,
The Belgians, dam ’em, stopped us,
And wouldn’t let us pass.
“My submarines are devils
Why, you should see them fight!
different to me when I gets back to
Blighty. 811-me, I awlways ’ated
dawgs. but not now I don’t.”
“Look 1” said Private Leach. “ ’Ere
comes one of the little beggars.”
A wiry, short haired dog with a deal
of bull in his makeup came limping
along on three legs, the fourth held
stiffly In front of him by an ingenious
arrangement of sling and bandage.
“Clicked a bit o’ Fritz’s lead *ls
bloomin’ little self, ’e did, eh, wot?
’Ere, BilL Nice old blokey."
The dog went and laid his head,
friendly fashion, on Private Leach’s
knee and looked up Into the soldier’s
face, whining sympathetically.
“'E knows ’ow it feels,” observed
Private Leach. Then, “I say, there,
old timer, look at that ear!"
“Scar,” said his companion. “Been
flghtin’, like as not”
“811-me !” cried Leach. •• ’E’s the
syme chap. ’Ere, now, where you goin’
with me blinkin’ ’at?”
The dog, holding Private Leach’s cap
at a provoking distance, viewed the
two convalescents with a mischievous
eye.
“ ’E’s a cute un. Wish 'e was goln
back to Blighty wlf me, not ’alf. Eh
wot?”
“Sure." agreed the other. “1 al
ways ’ated ’em, but not now I don’t
Red Cross dawgs is bloomin’ human*
Strafe me if they ain’t !”
They go sneaking through the sea,
And sink a ship at night.
“I was running things to suit me,
Till a yaer or so ago.
When a man called Woodrow Wilson
Wrote me to go more slow.
“He said to me, ‘Dear William,
We don’t want to make you sore,
So be sure to tell your U-boats,
To sink our ships no more.
“ ‘We have told you for the last time*
So, dear Bill, it’s up to you,
And if you don’t stop it,
You have got to fight us, too.’
“I did not listen to him,
And he’s coming after me,
With a million Yankee soldiers,
From their homes across the sea.
“Now, that’s why I called you, Satan,
For I want advice from you,
I knew that you could tell me
Just what I ought to do.”
“My dear old Kaiser William,
There’s not much for me to tell,
'or the Yanks will make it hotter
' Than I can for you in hell.
“I’ve been a mean old devil,
But not half so mean as you,
And the minute that you get here
I \vll give my job to you.
“I’ll be ready for your coming,
And I’ll keep the fire all bright,
And I’ll have your room all ready
When the Yanks begin to fight.
“For the boys in blue will get you;
I have nothing more to tell,
Hang up the phone and get your hat,
And meet me here in hell.”
THIS WIDOW WAS HELPED
Mrs. A. Walden, 460 Glenn Ave.,
Fresno, Cal., writes: “I had a fever
and it left me with a cough every win
ter. Foley’s Honey and Tar helps me
every time. I am a widow 66 years
old.” Nothing better for bronchial,
grip and similar coughs and colds that
hang on. Just fine for croup and
whooping cough. The Owl Pharmacy,
adv.
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