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I IT'S THIS WAY P| j
/ BY DOYLE JONES JR. |
Jest of the Week: The vote was anything but close—so to
5,000 to he exact. The defeated sheriff walked up the street the
next day with two guns hanging from his belt.
“You weren’t elected sheriff,” said one of the citizenry. “You
can’t carry puns like that.”
“Listen,” said the defeated man, “anyone with as few friends
as I have needs to carry a pun.”—Ties.
• • •
ODE TO THE FLU AND NEW ORLEANS VIGNETTES
We were ull set last week to repale readers with the plory of
New Orleans, the perfidity of the Bulldogs who selected the Supar
Bowl to play their poorest pame of the season, and of the larpest
continpent of bowl followers ever from Jackson, most of whom
made the trip by train. We were ready but we were overruled by
one of the most ill bred flu perms ever to joust with my corporeal
body. 1 do not know whether my virus was spawned in Honp Konp,
New Orleans, or aboard The Southerner, but I do know the pesky
little rascal burrowed into my vitals with such reckless abandon
that the resultant hiph fever and concomiant aches and pains shook
my body into such a state that 1 called my doctor with a request
that we try another antibiotic. “Have faith,” he admonished, “you
haven’t taken but six tablets. If you’re not better by Monday, call
me.” Scant comfort to a man buckinp a 103.4 fever and an assort
ment of shakes that would have made Twipgy outshimmy Little
Egypt. But doctors usually know best and by Monday my temper
ature had broken and 1 was feeling some better. I was up Wed
nesday for the first time since Friday and back at the office
Thursday. Now' (Friday) Martha is down with the hup so here
we go again. I feel much like the syndicated columnist who wrote
the other day that a sure way to quit smoking is to have the Honp
Konp flu. 1 had it any way but smoking w’as no problem. This same
fellow quipped that he must have had the Honp flu only, since his
aches, pains, chills and fever were only on one side. Suffice it to say
that the flu is no laughing matter and my sympathy goes out to those
who have hnd it and more importantly to those unfortunates who
will come down with it before the epidemic wanes.
before the Supar Bowl trip passes into limbo, we should like
to mention one or two facts of interest. We arrived in New Orleans
about eight o’clock New Year’s Eve night and several of us, including
John and Georgia Schroeder and Miss Georpie Watkins, were
met at Union Station by Frances and Omer Holmes and were
whisked via two autos to their lovely home near Lake Ponchatrain.
Enroute to the Holmes residence we were driven around several
residential areas to see the imaginatively decorated homes ablaze with
the lights of Christmas. It was explained to us that this is a New
Orleans tradition and that the lights often remain up until Mardi
Gras. After a delicious meal, Holmes made reservations for a party
of ten atop the International Trade Mart building on the Mississippi
River. This afforded a panoramic vista of New Orleans that as
Becky Musser of Griffin would say "was out of this world.” The
lounge atop the Mart rotates, taking about an hour to see the whole
skyline of the city, from the point of beginning. We were there
when the New Year was ushered in. Fireworks are another New
Year’s tradition in New Orleans and looking down at the city
below one could see thousands of fireworks of various types being
used to greet 1969. It was a colorful spectacle, one that as far as
I was concerned is a little more breathtakingly beautiful than the
view of San Francisco from the Top of the Mark. We are certainly
indebted to the Holmes for their hospitality and showmanship of
their fabulous city. They are wonderful hosts.
Let us skip a few hours in time until just after the conclusion
of the Sugar Bowl game and Georgia's stunning upset. Fans are filing
from the stadium. Bulldog adherents disconsolate, shocked and dazed
in unbelief, while Arkansas supporters, not quite able to appraise
their windfall victory so quickly, enjoying it nevertheless. Miss Geor
gie Watkins is walking as fast as crowded conditions permit tow
ard our bus when this haughty female Razorback fan, somewhat in
her cups, turns to Miss Georgie and out of the blue, without any
preamble whatsoever, asks, “Are you a sooey pig?” Miss Georgie,
never one to be badgered and a past master at repartee, froze her
adversary with a look of scorn and with more dignity than most
others could have mustered, replied. “Why, certainly not. I’m a
Georgia Bulldog. The very idea of being a pig!” I don’t know how
hogs and dogs rate in the animal scheme of things, but Miss Georgie’s
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Guest Editorial
THE GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
WILL ATLANTA GOBBLE GRIFFIN?
E. A. Isakson, chairman of the Georgia Real Estate
Commission, made a speech a few days ago to the
Cobb County Real Estate Board in Marietta.
It included some food for thought for Cobb and
Marietta—and since we are just a little further from
Atlanta than those two are, for Griffin and Spalding
as well.
“In 20 years/’ Mr. Isakson declared, “Atlanta will
be a huge complex with Marietta as one of several
boroughs within the area . . . Everything within 35
miles of Five Points will be Atlanta ... Each borough
will have five or six representatives in a 30 or 40
member board of aldermen, but there will be no
city government in the different borough ... In just
12 years, by 1980, there will be 10 million people in
the metro area ... In order to govern these citizens
properly, people must begin thinking about consoli
dated government.”
Now our comments:
Georgia has about four million
people now in the entire gtate.
It is difficult for us to imagine 10
million in the metro area in just
12 years. In order to reach that
figure the metro area undoubt
edly would have to spread much
further in miles and in all direc
tions than it does now. We are
not experts in population, but 10
million metro Georgians strains
our imagination. Perhaps his
“metro area” includes other
states, a kind of strip city.
As for Cobb County and others
within 35 miles of Five Points
becoming part of a super city, we
would try not to predict what will
occur in Cobb County 12 years
from now. We do not believe,
though, that Griffin and Spalding
will become a mere “borough”
with representatives on a super
board of aldermen sitting in At
lanta. It would be unwise to sur
render local government, and we
do not think that such will hap
pen here.
Griffin-Spalding and Marietta-
Cobb have a great deal in com
mon so far as proximity to At
lanta is concerned. There are sub
stantial differences, though. Cobb
is closer, for one thing, and has
grown much faster than Spalding.
For another, Spalding has only
one active incorporated munici
pality, Griffin. Cobb has a num
ber of them.
The fact that Griffin is Spald
ing’s one town makes it easier for
city and county to cooperate.
This would be much more diffi
cult with several towns within a
county. Furthermore, eventual
answer made me feel that dogs were infinitely to be chosen over
the finest hogs.
But one Arkansas fan had the last laugh. He was exiting from
the stadium holding a leash with an empty dog collar. He was holding
it a few inches off the ground and at intervals he would look back
wistfully and whistle, “Here, Rover, here, Rover.” Of course it
remained for a quizzical Georgia fan to put the crowning touch
when he asked, “Where’s Rover?” The man shook his head sadly
and with a mock tear in his eye, he was a consummate actor, replied,
“Rover’s gone, the Hogs ate him up.” It was not a day for the ‘Dogs.
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consolidation of city and county
into a single unit of government
and through it maintenance of
local identity is more likely.
The future looks bright for
Griffin-Spalding, as it does for
Marietta-Cobb. We do not envis
ion Atlanta swallowing us up, or
swallowing Cobb either, for that
matter. But if it SHOULD gob
ble Cobb, it would take a great
deal of digesting before it bit at
Spalding. From where we sit it
looks as if we will continue near
to but independent of Atlanta in
definitely.
Nevertheless, Mr. Isakson gave
us some things to think about,
and the most important points
upon which to think are (1) that
we must contend with the giant,
(2) that our local governments
must be strong, efficient and cap
able in order to contend success
fully, (3) that we must plan for
the future and for tremendous
growth.
There are plenty of other
things to consider, but these cer
tainly are enough for a starter.
CARD OF THANKS
I wish to thank my many
friends and neighbors for the
cards, letters, food, gifts and vis
its while I was in Sylvan Grove
Hospital; also the ministers,
nurses and entire hospital staff
and Dr. Howell for the great ser
vices given me while there. May
God bless each and every one.—
Fred Whiten.
‘Whatsoever Things’
BY DONALD E. WILDMON
Back several years ago I ran across what is,
tto me, one of the most beautiful stories I have ever
heard. Maybe you are familiar with it, maybe
not. I still want to pass it along. A fellow by the
the name of G. W. Rosenbery told it. He’s now
dead, but the story lives.
Dr. Rosenbery was riding a train across the
state to a conference. There were few people on
the train, and he couldn’t keep from noticing a
young man who seemed very nervous. Everyone seemed to notice
how restless and tense he was. He would take a seat, sit for a mo
ment, get up and move. Finally Dr. Rosenbery went over to where
the young man was, sat down beside him and spoke. “What’s your
trouble, son? Is something bothering you? I would certainly like to
be of help if I can.”
The young man looked at Dr.
Rosenbery for a moment and then
spoke. “I don’t mind telling you.
Do you know where Springvale
is?” Dr. Rosenbery answered,
“Isn’t it the next stop?” The
young man spoke again. “Yes,
sir. We will be there in just a
few minutes. That’s my home. I
lived there until three years ago.
My mother and father live there
still. But three years ago I had
a quarrel with my father. I told
him he would never see me again.
I packed my bags and left. It
has been hard during the past
three years. Many times I have
wanted to go back. I wrote moth
er often. I wrote her last week
and told her I would be passing
through. I told her I would like to
stop for a moment if it was al
right with Daddy. I told her that
if Daddy said it was alright for
them to hang something white
outside the house and I could see
it when the train passed. I told
her not to do it unless Daddy
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There was a period of quiet
ness. The boy looked out the win
dow. Then the terrain became
familiar. The train was nearing
the house where his parents lived.
He spoke to Dr. Rosenbery excit
edly. “Mister, would you look
for me. It is the next house, just
around the bend. I just can’t
look. If there isn’t something
white ... I just can’t look.”
The train slowed for the curve
and jerked a bit stopping for the
water tank. Nearly forgetting ev
erything, Dr. Rosenbery just
about shouted. “Look, son, look!”
The little farm house was there
amid the trees. But you could
hardly see it for the white. The
parents had taken everything
white they could get their hands
on and hung it out on the hill
side. Every sheet, bed spread,
towel, sock, handkerchief—every
thing white they could find—.
THURSDAY, JAN. 16, 19 6 9
was hung on that hill side. The
boy became very nervous and
pale. His fingers gripped the
cheap suitcase. He was out of the
car before it had completely
stopped. The last the passengers
saw of him he was running up the
hill to his home as fast as his
feet would carry him.
It is an ageless story. Remem
ber how He told it: “But while
he was yet at a distance, his
father saw him and had compas
sion, and ran and embraced him
and kissed him ...” The white
sheets are still out. And so many
need to come home. FIVE
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