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Editorials
Good Government Reaps
Benefits for Its Citizens
Just as government benefits
from the interest of good people, so
do people benefit from good
government.
The citizens of Jackson
received news last week of the
latest dividend they are to receive
as a result of the responsible
leadership of their elected of
ficials.
Fire insurance rates are to
come down for property owners as
the City received a better fire risk
classification. Fire insurance pre
miums don’t come down auto
matically. Cities earn the lower
premiums for their citizens
through a lengthy process of
upgrading fire equipment and
personnel, providing better and
Let's Diminish Our Wants
The very erudite Benjamin
Franklin once remarked that if one
is to live within his means, he
“must surely augment his income
or diminish his wants.”
Evidently, the government of
the United States, its leaders and
members of Congress believe Mr.
Franklin’s advice on financial
matters to be outmoded and out of
step with the political philosophy,
or lack of it, of the American
people.
Witness the proposed budget
for the 1977-78 fiscal year beginning
July 1, 1977, on which House and
Senate conferees have agreed. The
cost of operating the federal
government for one year from that
date will be 413 billion dollars.
That is 51 billion over the
projected income for the same
period of 362 billions, or an excess
of outgo over income of about 15
percent.
This is the equivalent of a
worker with an income of SIO,OOO
per year spending $11,500. It takes
no financial wizard to determine
that such flagrant deficit spending
Let's Go to the Fair
The annual Butts County Fair,
sponsored for years by the Jackson
Exchange Club, is just a hop, skip
and jump away into early October.
It’s not too early to be planning
exhibits in the flower show,
canning, livestock, crafts and other
club and community booths that
always make the Fair a joy to see.
There will be fun, too, at the
midway for the young and the
young at heart, a turn on the ferris
wheel or one of the stomach
grabbing rides, coins to be tossed
at elusive targets ar.d fluffy stuffed
animals to be won for the little ones
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butts county and
CITY OF JACKSON
more dependable sources of water
and meeting a series of rigorous
tests that indicate to the
underwriting survey team the city
is better prepared to prevent, and
fight, fires.
We tip the Argus hat to the
Mayor and members of City
Council and, particularly, to
Councilman John L. Coleman,
chairman of the committee
overseeing the operation of the
City’s fire department, for a job
well done, and with appreciation
for the work that went into the
reclassification effort.
It’s nice to know in times like
these that something is coming
down in cost. And it’s doubly nice to
reap the rewards of an unexpected
dividend.
would soon have the individual in
fiscally hot water.
Why does it cost the United
States more to make peace than it
does to fight wars? Deficit
spending policies may make some
degree of sense in times of national
emergency when the country’s
survival is at stake but deficit
spending policies in peace time
have stripped the nation of its
financial integrity and robbed the
people of their savings and security
by setting into motion a disastrous
inflation.
Both President Ford and
Jimmy Carter have promised to
balance the federal budget, shortly
after their election. It is the guess
here that those portions of their
three debates dealing with the
fiscal affairs of the country will far
outweigh their pronouncements on
foreign policy or other domestic
affairs.
Old Ben wasn’t far wrong. We
either have to pay more in taxes or
spend less if we are to balance the
budget. It will be interesting to see,
and hear, how the two leading
candidates say they will go about
carrying out Mr. Franklin’s theory.
to sleep with.
It’s harvest time and a time for
thanksgiving, a time for reflecting
on the year coming to a close and
the hard winter that may still lie
ahead.
But Fairs are fun, rich in the
old-time traditions of sharing and
caring and full of laughter and good
fellowship, all brightened by a cool
harvest moon.
Make your plans now to attend
the Butts County Fair October
4-9th. You’ll be glad you did and
more appreciative of your County
as a result.
THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA
The Last
Straw
BY
VINCENT JONES
What was life like in the
country 100-to-150 years ago?
Primitive, sure but satisfy
ing also,, as witness this
report from the Middle
Georgia Argus, published at
Alta Vista, between Indian
Springs and Flovilla, on
November 17, 1881, W. F.
Smith, editor. The article,
entitled The Good Old Times,
was written by Bill Arp:
“I was ruminating over the
wonderful things in the
exposition (the Atlanta Cot
ton Exposition of 1881) and it
carried me back half a
century when there were no
railroads, no telegraph, no
sewing machines, no kero
sene oil.
When our fathers were
content to haul their goods a
hundred miles on old
fashioned wagons, with cra
dle bottoms, and the hind
gate sloping away up
yonder-when we boys used
to go along with ’em to
Augusta, or Macon, and
camp out and listen to the old
wagoners as they told us
about ghosts and haunted
houses and witches riding the
horses at night.
When there were no
matches in the world and the
tinder box was nailed behind
the door and we saved all the
punk we found in the woods.
When our mothers dipped
candles once a year and put
them in the candle trunk and
we were allowed one for each
night and there were fifty
over for company and
sickness.
When we boys wore
nankeen summer, and coun
try jeans in winter, and
honest wool hats, home-made
sealskin caps, that would
hold water like a jug.
When the girls knit their
own stockings, and it took
only six yards of country
homespun to make a frock,
and we had quiltings and a
good dinner and invited the
nabors, and some of the
patchwork was the sun
flower and the Irish chain
and the road to Jericho, and
it was quilted in shells, and
we children thought it was
just the prittiest thing in the
wide world, and we were so
sorry for the poor folks who
didn’t have ’em.
We were rich at our house.
We had nice plank window
shutters and Bxlo glass, and a
big room, another one by the
side of it, and a porch and two
little shed-rooms that were
not ceiled, and I’ve never
heard any music since that
sounded so sweet and would
put ’em to sleep so gently as
the patter of the rain upon the
roof of that shed where we
slept.
Everything was good then,
and the world was lovely and
the days were long and
happy, and it was almost an
age to Christmas, and
chestnuts and chinkapins
were better than they are
now, and my mother’s
turn-over pies and mince pies
were the best in the world,
and so were the ginger
cakes.
Now-a-days I catch myself
wondering why they are not
so good as they used to be,
and I think maybe they have
lost the old recipes or the
sugar has lost its sweetness.
Those were good old times.”
Although life was Spartan
back then, there was still
time for funning, as witness
this account from the same
issue of the Argus:
“While an Idaho girl was
sitting under a tree waiting
for her lover, a grizzly bear
came along and approaching
from behind, began to hug
her. But she thought it was
Tom and so just leaned back
and enjoyed it heartily, and
murmured “Tighter”, and it
broke the bear all up, and he
went off and hid in the forests
for three days to get over his
shame.”
And there was frivolity,
too, as witness this advertise
ment in the May 19, 1881 of
the Middle Georgia Argus:
“I have opened my new bar
in the Mclntosh House at
Indian Springs and am ready
to serve the public. I will
keep on hand the very best
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News of 10 Years Ago
Three men, Robert Reese,
Herman L. Cawthon, and
John B. Long were to be
installed as deacons at
Macedonia Baptist Church
on Sunday and Phillip Bunch
will be ordained a deacon.
Three incumbents have
qualified for re-election to
City of Jackson offices. They
are C. B. Brown, Jr., Mayor;
W. Otis Ball, Third Ward
councilman, and Milton
Daniel, Second Ward council
man.
Miss Katheryne Kelly,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Raymond I C. Kelly Of
Jackson, became the bride of
Kent Beynon Lynch, son of
Mr. and Mrs. W. Travis
Lynch of Monticello, in an
impressive ceremony at the
Jackson Methodist Church.
Harry Cook, former Jack
son High grid star, raced 65
yards with an intercepted
pass to lead Gordon Military
College to a 21-14 victory over
Marion Institute of Alabama
in a game Friday night at
Memorial Stadium in
Barnesville.
Deaths during the week:
Michael Stephen Berry;
Frank H. Lummus, 78; Mrs.
Lessie Augusta Hanes.
News of 20 Years Ago
Miss Rose Fretwell was the
lucky winner of a 21-inch
table model TV set given
away Saturday by Polk’s
Tire and Recapping Com
pany.
A small plane of the
Georgia National Guard was
damaged slightly Saturday
afternoon when its landing
gear collaspsed upon landing
at the old airport near the
home of Otis Hammond.
Miss Debra Moore,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Dewey Moore, has won the
Ford car given away by the
Finley-Gray Post of the
American Legion.
Miss Annie Reid Watters
became the bride of Willie
Clyde Chandler at an
impressive ceremony on
Sunday, September 9th at the
Hapeville Methodist Church.
Deaths during the week:
Mrs. Rosebud Force Cook,
62; Robert L. McMichael, 85.
News of 30 Years Ago
Two Jackson High football
players, Eugene Williams
and Tommy Gibson were
slightly injured Firday night
when a truck sideswiped the
school bus on which they
were returning from the
Spalding game in Griffin,
which the hosts won 60 to 6.
A demonstration of the new
pipe organ given the First
Baptist Church by Clayton
Buchanan of Macon in
memory of his father, the
late Charles W. Buchanan,
will be given Sunday at the
church.
Elected cheer leaders by
the student body for the 1946
grid season at Jackson High
were Annette Colwell, Betty
Thaxton, Katie Nell Roe
buck, Roslyn O’Neal and
Dorothy Maddox.
J. V. Wallace has sold his
Riverside Farm of 150 acres
on the Jackson Griffin
highway to J. L. Wynn of
Atlanta for SII,OOO, according
and finest brands of liquors
and wines and brandies the
market affords, choice cig
ars, etc. Mr. McCord,
familiarly known as “Cook”
McCord, will preside as
“mixologist”. I will also
continue to serve the public
at my old stand in Jackson. J.
J. Easton.”
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1976
to Jackson realtor O. E.
Smith.
A group of interested
citizens has begun work to
revamp the Pepperton golf
course, which was abandon
ed during the war years, and
play is expected to resume
soon.
Deaths during the week:
Benjamin Franklin Clark, 54.
News of 40 Years Ago
Work began on the new
federal building for Jackson
on Monday with the razing of
the old livery stable on South
Mulberry Street and Byars
Avenue. The combination
federal office building and
post office has been let to
contract for $53,400.
The Wesley class of the
Jackson Methodist Church
elected the following officers
Sunday: W. N. Harris,
president; H. M. Moore, vice
president; W. M. Redman,
secretary and treasurer;
Hugh Mallet and C. L.
Redman, co-teachers; Mrs.
Polly Evans, pianist.
Sara Boone will represent
Butts County at the Spelling
Bee to be held at the
Southeastern Fair. Roslyn
Redman won the alternate’s
place. Thirty-eight students
entered the contest here.
At the Macedonia W.M.S
meeting, the following mem
bers appeared on the
program; Mrs. J. R. Mc-
Michael, Miss Fleetie Cook,
Mrs. Lloyd White, Mrs. Van
Jones, Mrs. Ray Saunders,
Miss Lilia Lummus and Mrs.
H. C. Cawthon.
Deaths during the week:
St. Elmo Andrews,6B, a
former editor of The Jackson
Record.
News of 50 Years Ago
Dr. and Mrs. J. B. Hopkins
have received word from
their children, Mr. and Mrs.
Fred Hopkins, of Miami, that
they are safe and escaped
injury in the great hurricane
that devastated Miami over
the weekend.
Miss Helen Campbell, of
the Iron Springs Consoli
dated School, will represent
Butts County at the South
eastern Fair spelling bee.
Miss Jane Etheredge, of the
Jackson public scnools, won
second place in the local
competition.
Mr. A. F. Whitney and Miss
Ida Moss have returned from
the New York markets where
they went to buy fall and
winter merchandise for Car
michael-Mallet Company of
Jackson.
J. L. Bailey, Jr., of
Jackson, has accepted a
position with the State of
Georgia Veterinary Depart
ment.
Deaths during the week: J.
R. Hammond; Mrs. S. M.
Thaxton, 76; Mrs. M. E.
Bryans, 94. Mrs. Bryans was
the granddaughter of Robert
Grier, of almanac fame, her
mother being the daughter of
Robert Grier.
EVERYONE reads
the WANTS ADS
sraOrSM*:
My family and I went to the
ocean recently and the magic
of that trip still lingers. I
cannot explain the mystique
of the ocean - if I could, I
would be a genius; but I can
attempt to convey the
smallness a person some
times feels in such a
miraculous world as ours.
Have you ever stood on a
deserted beach and looked
out over the water, wonder
ing just what lay on the other
side? Have you ever gone to
sleep to the tune of waves
wish-washing on the sand? If
you have done either of the
two things mentioned, then
you have felt the wonder of
God’s creation. The idea that
one being could place sand
and sea, shells and sealife in
such a fashion is almost so
wonderful as to be incompre
hensible
I like to sit on the beach
and just watch the people,
trying to figure out who they
are and where they are from;
I like, too, to watch little
children playing: making
sandcastles, covering their
feet with sand and “jumping
waves.” I will never forget
the look on baby’s face when
‘Whatsoever
fIER Things'
mmm By Donald E. Wilcfmon
THE WONDER OF WORDS
Did you ever notice the wonder of words? They have the
power to heal or to hurt, to stab or to soothe, to lift or to level.
And in that respect, each of us was created equal. That is, we
can use or abuse this wonderiul power of the spoken word.
It is easy to be cutting in one’s remarks. And certainly
this is the tempting route sometimes. All of us have, at some
time in our life, experienced the very deep hurt that comes
from the cutting remarks. And, beyond a doubt, each of us
has been guilty of expressing cutting remarks ourself.
For words to cut deeply into one’s heart doesn’t mean
they have to be spoken with malice or prejudice. Indeed, the
deepest hurt comes from words spoken apart from malice or
prejudice. For those who speak with malice or prejudice
usually have very little, if any, concern for those they speak
against. But let one who is supposed to love us speak a
selfish word to us and the cut goes into the quick.
Two young men were called upon one day to give a
dramatic reading before a very large and select audience.
One of the young men was a very intelligent, very seasoned
performer. He had the ability to hold the audience in his grip.
The other had one quality which was a part of him more than
anything else-he wanted to become an actor. More than
anything in all the world, he wished to be an actor.
The first young man went before the crowd polished and
perfect-except for one slight flaw in pronouncing a word.
When he walked off the stage his mother was waiting for him.
She immediately began condemning the young man because
he made the single mistake. She said nothing about the rest of
the speech which was absolutely perfect. The only thing the
young man could hear from the lips of his mother was
condemnation for only a slight error~a slip of the tongue. The
mother acted as if she was embarrassed by the son’s
mistake.
The second young man went on the stage. He
mispronounced several words, forgot his script in three
places, and in general gave a very poor amateur
performance. But the audience could tell that the young man
was trying, trying hard as he could.
When he walked from the stage he was utterly disgusted
with his performance and vowed to do better next time. But
his mother, waiting for him as he stepped from the stage,
put her arms around him and said to him in a voice of love:
“I’m proud of you son. You did the best you could. You will
do better next time.”
Yes, it is rather strange the power that words have. It
costs nothing more to speak constructively than it does
cuttingly. It takes no more breath to speak helpful words
than it does hurting words. And the constructive and helpful
words do so much more good.
If you were down from the stage, which words would you
like to hear? The rest of us would, also. Let’s try to speak
them.
he swallowed his first portion
of salt water.
My Mother always had a
great love for nature; she
pointed out to me, when I was*
very young, that one rose in
itself can be beauty; that an
ocean and a mountain are
miracles; and that I should
learn to appreciate all of
God’s handiworks. The ocean
is still my favorite of His
works.
A stroll on the sand, with
warm winds blowing in my
face and a hint of salty air is
my idea of freedom. To see
little children experiencing
the joy of playing for the first
time by the seaside is my
idea of happiness. And you
know, when I get home from
such trips, I am more aware
than ever of the little bits of
beauty we see everyday: the
leaves changing colors; the
autumnal sunshine beaming
down; the quail scampering
underbrush. Maybe to better
our appreciation of life,
rather than for any other
reason, we all need to take
vacations -- to get away just
long enough to rekindle our
ethusiasm for daily miracles.