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Editorials
Are the Voters Angry in '761
A would-be office holder in
Henry County announced his
intention to seek public office,
spent a week out in the huskings
amongst the electorate and then
quickly announced his withdrawal.
When queried about the sudden
change of direction, he replied,
“The voters are angry.”
A brief summation, but
perhaps an accurate one. In 1976,
the voters are indeed likely to be in
a surly mood.
Candidate Jimmy Carter’s
disenchantment with Washington
and his disavowal of the
Washington scene may be overly
dramatic, particularly since he is
asking to become a player in that
sad scenario himself, but it has
proven to be a popular vote getter
for him.
Voters are not as disturbed by
a burglary in a first-class
Washington apartment building, by
a second-class bunch of thieves,
which was master-minded by a
third-class group of politicos, as
they are by some of the aftermath
of the whole Watergate affair.
They see an ex-president, who
resigned in disgrace, living in
luxury; an ex-vice president,
shamed from office, capitalizing on
his contacts while in public office
and, allegedly, amassing a
fortune; books being written by
participants and a movie released
based on a book written by the
reporters who stumbled onto the
story.
Never, in the entire history of
criminology, has one such petty
crime enriched the pockets of so
many.
The voter reads the paper
and he is faced with the sorry
Let Us Recognize Bravery
The brave, usually and
fortunately, are not the loud
mouthed, braggadocio types who
proudly boast of all the dragons
they have slain. More often than
not, they are the other extreme,
quiet, reserved, shy, and non-com
municative about their courage.
Bill Barnes is such a man. He is
a deputy sheriff of Butts County
who sees his duty as the
apprehension of those who break
the law. Anything that is required
of him in performing this task, he
looks upon as duty, and part of the
responsibility associated with his
job.
There are some acts, however,
performed by the brave that go
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spectacle of an incumbent presi
dent, who claims to be fiscally
conservative, bragging about a
federal deficit of S7O billion and
holding out hope that he can reduce
it in the next fiscal year to only SSO
billion.
Mr. Kissinger takes a trip to
portions of drought-stricken West
Africa and comes back with the
startling declaration that for only
$7 billion, the drought-plain could
be pushed back and more lands
made productive. He, of course,
didn’t say just how Santa Claus
would produce the required funds.
Small wonder, then, that the
voters all across the nation are
embracing a Georgia peanut
farmer as the new political
saviour.
He has, wisely, injected two
major issues into his platform,
which many of the pundits of the
press have even failed to recognize
as issues.
He has denounced the leader
ship in Washington and, consider
ing the luke-warm and late
endorsement he received from the
Georgia delegation, one would
assume that means legislative as
well as executive leadership.
Secondly, he has the effrontery
to bring religion into a political
campaign and you probably would
have to go back to Woodrow Wilson
to find a man of Carter’s spiritual
stature on the national scene.
Is Jimmy Carter the only man
who can restore faith in govern
ment, integrity to public service
and fiscal sanity to government
budgets? We don’t know but we do
believe that he can convince more
voters that he can do those things
than any other candidate in either
major party. .
clearly beyond the call of duty.
Bill Barnes performed such an
act when he drove his patrol car
into the rear of one operated by a
madman on rain-slicked 1-75 last
Sunday morning at over 50 miles an
hour, forcing the killer’s car into
the median and saving the lives of
his three women hostages.
There are awards made by
several orgnizations for such
exhibitions of valor. We would like
to see a Butts County civic club, or
several, take the lead in seeing that
Bill Barnes gets what is coming to
him—not only the thanks of a
grateful people, but official
recognition of an act of bravery
that went far beyond the oath he
took to defend the law.
THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA THURSDAY, MAY 6, 1976
The Last
Straw
BY
VINCENT JONES
To Mother:
Chiseled in imperishable
words on the gravestone is
the date, July 20, 1968. The
world believes this to be the
date on which you died. Solid
granite proclaims it, death
certificates attest it, friends
and neighbors witness it, but
you and I know different.
We know it to be a lie. For
no mother can be dead who
still lives so victoriously in
the heart of her son, whose
memory floods his waking,
and sleeping, moments and
whose wit and wisdom are
remembered on every occa
sion when son and grandsons
meet.
And so, on this Mother’s
Day, thinking of you, I
remember :
Those early days when you
had your first car, a
Studebaker, and how nervous
you were driving it even to
a child of four —and later,
how you insisted on giving
Dad driving lessons, and the
hole in the rear of the garage
gave mute evidence of your
failure as an instructor
And my first day in school,
and how you and Miss Annie
Lou (your best friend) had
plotted to thwart any devilish
tendencies I might have
shown, and her sternness had
me so terrified I would have
jumped out the window had
she said “boo” ....
And how you always
supported me in school,
rewarding me for the “A’s”,
chiding me for the “B’s”,
always inspiring me by your
quiet presence and genuine
pride to do my dead-level
best ....
And the thousands of
brown-bag lunches you pre
pared for me, enough peanut
butter, banana and pineapple
sandwiches to go around the
world, but always prepared
with loving hands and
usually accompanied by
some unexpected tidbit
And those million of nights
you would station me by the
window to watch for Dad as
he walked the dimly-lit street
from the office, while you
were in the kitchen making
some of those delicious
potato fritters, which I have
never found anywhere else,
and how I would announce
his approach with a shout
and be rewarded at the front
door with a piece of gum or
candy upon his arrival
And then those rough years
of the great depression when
grits, and hash, and pork and
beans were the staples, but
with homemade biscuits and
syrup and love we all made
out and none of us ever
complained of hunger
And then came the college
years and it was absolutely
uncanny the way the $5 or $lO
from you would always
arrive just when I needed it
most, for a dance, or a date,
or a movie:
And those few, beautiful
months when Sue had joined
the family and she, you and I
and Dad would tangle in
those set-back games far into
the night that brought him
more sheer joy than anything
I knew, and how we would
always let him win about
midnight so we could retire
and prepare ourselves for the
next night’s game ....
And the war years when
you told your sons goodby
with a kiss and not a tear,
proud that they could go and
secure in the knowledge that
whatever befell them, your
love would see them through,
and the sons reciprocating in
the same measure, confident
that such faith was well
founded ....
And then those six years
after the war when we were
all together, perhaps the best
of all, until a dark shadow
passed across your brilliant
mind, leaving it only slightly
affected ....
And the tragedy of Dad’s
sudden death and how
thankful we were that your
mind had lost some of its
sharpness, although it was
not nearly enough to dull the
A Stroll Down
Memory Lane
News of 10 Years Ago
Lorie J. Mangham, of
Barnesville, announced that
June 26 has been set as
opening date for the Deer
Trail Golf Course.
Billy Turner, senior at
Furman University and
All-Southern Conference line
backer, has been named to
Blue Key National Honor
Fraternity.
Winning prizes in Jackson
Hardware’s fishing contest
last week were Johnny
Kinard, 6V2 lb. bass; R. C.
Norsworthy, 1 lb. 3 oz.
crappie, and P. H. Weaver,
17-oz. bream.
Mrs. Bertha Perdue has
anounced her retirement
from the Jackson mercantile
field.
Thomas B. Frix, retired
Locust Grove farmer, and
Mrs. Mary Ann Elizabeth
Pettigrew Ridgeway, 79, died
during the week.
News of 20 Years Ago
Mrs. A. A. Cook was named
county winner of the annual
Dress Revue held Thursday
at the Stark clubhouse
sponsored by the Butts
County Home Demonstration
Council.
Jane McMichael and
Lowell Belk have been
awarded Good Citizenship
medals by the William
Mclntosh chapter of theDAR.
Taking part in debates at
Emory University were
Marilyn May and Thomas
Quinn (affirmative) and
Jane McMichael and Peggy
Patrick (negative). Their
coach, Mrs. Mildred Raven,
accompanied the debaters to
Atlanta.
Miss Miriam Ann Minter
and James B. Knowles have
been named to the honor list
of Emory at Oxford College.
Mrs. W. T. Pelt won S7O in
script from the Treasure
Chest at Saturday’s Appre
ciation Day program.
William Jefferson (Bill)
Grant, 97, died at his home in
Pepperton. He was the
county’s oldest citizen at the
time of his death, having
been born in Monroe County
on March 29, 1859.
News of 30 Years Ago
County Agent B. B.
pain ....
And the latter years when a
son commuting from Atlanta
could see you half-hidden in
the frozen shrubbery await
ing his safe arrival and
wonder how such a worm as
he could merit a love like
that ....
And so, from birth to a full
50years,weknew it all, glad,
gay, heel-clicking days when
there was merriment and
mirth and joy to sorrow and
tragedy and despair ....
But on this Mother’s Day, I
just wanted you to know that
you will be missed greatly,
loved fiercely and remem
bered fondly.
Letters
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officials should include constructive suggestions
for improving the office.
Campbell arranged a county
wide farm tour and the group
visited the farms of H. H.
McCord, Lamar Weaver,
Oscar Weaver, Jr., F. L.
Maddox, T. O. Asbury, Elmo
Cawthon, F. H. Morgan and
G. E. Mallet.
J. L. Lyons, Jackson
business leader and former
mayor, will head the Butts
County drive for Emergency
Food Collection.
Over $2,000 has been raised
in the campaign to construct
a War Memorial Building
and community recreation
center.
Mrs. Gladys Kimbell Wil
son has acquired the Jackson
Style Shoppe from Mrs. A. E.
Stodghill.
Messrs. Glen L. Potts and
Buford Rushing announce
the purchase of Moore’s
Cleaners from Mr. and Mrs.
B. H. Moore.
Of the 125,000 troops
Georgia furnished to the
Confederacy, only eight are
living, including James S.
Gregory, 96, of Indian
Springs.
Mrs. Howard Jolly has
been named editor of the
Georgia Parent-Teacher As
sociation Bulletin.
Ray Lowery, of the
Jackson FFA chapter, won
the public speaking contest
at Spalding High School last
week.
News of 40 Years Ago
Dr. H. R. Slaton was
named president of the Butts
County Chamber of Com
merce.
Georgia Power Company
engineers are surveying
Jenkinsburg, preparatory to
installing a city lighting
system.
The Butts County CCC
camp was abolished April 25.
A small detail will remain to
complete work in progress at
Indian Springs State Park.
At the Princess Theater,
Shirley Temple in ‘The
Littlest Rebel” with John
Boles and Jack Holt.
Deaths during the week:
Mrs. Mattie Ham, 77; JohnT.
Bennett, 67, and Raleigh
Leonard Hoard, 22.
News of 50 Years Ago
Miss Sara Beauchamp has
been elected as teacher of
high school English to
succeed Miss Marion
Groover, who recently re
signed.
J. R. Carmichael, connect
ed with Georgia Railway &
Power Company in Tallulah
Falls, spent the week-end
with homefolks.
The Children of the
Confederacy had a delightful
weiner roast and marshmal
low toast with Mrs. R. W.
Mays, directress of the
chapter.
Deaths during the week: J.
L. Maddox, of Forsyth; N. H.
Greer, 79; Mrs. W. F. Tyler;
L. L. Singley, 42; Mrs.
Martha Graves, 79, and
Harriett Funderburk, nine
months.
FPFQJRRI
By Mrs. Cindy Brown
HELOISE AND ME
I am beginning to feel older
than usual. Those two little
boys I was diapering yester
day have become experts on
the fallacies of Easter
Bunnies and Santa Clauses
and not only that, but they
became highly suspicious
when the Tooth Fairy left one
of them a Bicentennial
quarter!
And the baby is getting
older every day. He got his
first haircut last week. Oh,
the little angel did fine - it
was his Mother who became
upset. I had forgotten about
first trips to ye olde barber;
those initial excursions have
a way of turning cherubic
toddlers into little men.
I turned to my “Hints from
Heloise” book to boost my
spirits. Now if you have
never read from this genuis
material, you have missed
something. “Heloise” is full
of little time-saving devices
for us mommies and home
makers. SHE says that if you
keep a big cork in your
kitchen drawers, it will come
in handy for disposing of
pins, thumb tacks, etc. SHE
says if you put a few drops of
oil of cinnamon in the
vacuum cleaner bag before
you vacuum, that the spice
will make the house smell
delicious. And SHE says that
by putting sugar in salt
shaker, the kids won’t be as
wasteful. I tried all her little
hints and the results were
astounding. My husband
I cannot see why anyone
would be interested in
bringing in someone to
lecture to the Recreaton
Department on the occult,
Transcendental Meditation.
In your paper it stated thatT.
M. is not a religion,
philosophy, or way of life. It
is a root in the Hinduism,
Buddhism and Islam.
In recent years large
numbers of people from
India and other orientals
have immigrated to the
western world. Their reli
gions have been proclaimed
to such an extent that many
thousands of our young
people have been influenced
by Bahai, Scientology, Hare
Kushna, Divine Light Mis
sion, Yoga and T. M.
By far the most effective
instruments for the procla
mation of these false cults
have been Yoga and the
meditation schools.
Yoga or T. M. is one of the
six main systems of Hindu
belief. It has been the
practice of concentration,
meditation and mental tran
quility. Yoga for health is the
most popular of these
schools—with its promise of
prolonged youth and figure
preservation. The goal in all
is the same—achievement of
a union with the Supreme
Universal Consciousness.
In some forms of Yoga,
drugs are used to hasten the
anticipated experience. A
few schools have moved into
the Occult.
The chief activity of these
Yoga schools is T. M., which
is practiced by means of
silence, symbols, vocal pray
ers and Indian Music.
Meditations are held in
groups, or singly. The stilling
of the mind is the most
important aim of this
training and certain Yoga
positions are used to reach
' * wl
used my thumb tack cork to
fish with; my house smells
strangely like apple pie; and
a guest sprinkled sugar all
over his fried chicken.
I can’t win. I’m trying
though, I’m trying. And I was
doing all right until I heard
the news - Elvis is over forty.
That was a shocker. And
when I dragged my poodle
shirt (remember those?) out
of the closet, my kids thought
I’d flipped out. Yep, old
Father Time’s catching up
with me. Only my hairdres
ser knows for sure. (My
hairdresser, my doctor, my
parents, my best friends
... . )
MY MIRROR, GEORGE
WASHINGTON
Just like G. W. and his cherry
tree
My mirror doesn’t lie to me.
It shows the fat, the crow’s
feet and all
I wish that I were six feet
tall.
I wish my name were
Cinderella
And I had married a princely
fellow.
Yet in my mirror all I see
Is Metrical, George W. and
me!
CONGRATULATIONS
My congratulations this
week go out to my little boys’
baseball umpire. He’s sur
vived in spite of all the mean 1
things I have said to him
lately!
this tranquil state.
Chief claim of those
propagating T. M. is that it is
Not A Religion. However, the
student is encouraged to
follow the spiritual disciples
of Yoga, chief among which
is the Mantra, a musical
sounding word to fit the
personality of the student.
Concentrating on his Man
tra for 20 minutes twice a day
will bring about a withdrawal
of thoughts into the subcon
scious and create a mechani
cal peace.
The main end of T. M. is to
obtain knowledge and recog
nize the source of love and
peace within us. Through
knowledge we experience
pure consciousness. T. M.
preaches a complete inner
harmony.
Our stand should be that T.
M. is absolutely contrary to
the Bible which says, “The
heart is deceitful above all
things, and desperately wick
ed,”—Jer. 17:9. Yoga and T.
M. are shortcuts to peace and
are just tricks of Satan to
keep people from the truth.
The peace that counts is
found only in the Lord Jesus
Christ. It is wholly beyond
the comprehension of those
who are not born again
Christians. It is based upon
the shed blood of Christ. It
can never be experienced
apart from Christ’s redemp
tive work.
Through meditation, God
will speak personally and
intimately to our hearts
(Psalms 1:1-2)
I say watch out for these
Eastern religions. They are
out to lure the youth all over
the nation. Young people are
being trapped by these cults.
All activities of these
religions are especially gear
ed to attract the young and
susceptible.
Mrs. Dawson Bryant