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Satkson 'Progress-^rgus J. D. Jones Publisher (1908-1955 Dayle Jones Jr. Editor and Publisher (1955-1975) MRS. MARTHA G. JONES PUBLISHER VINCENT JONES EDITOR Published fevery Thursday at 129 South Mulberry Street, Jackson, Georgia 30233 by The Progress-Argus Printing Cos., Inc. Second Class Postage paid at Jackson, Georgia 30233. Address notice of undeliverable copies and other correspondence to The Jackson Progress-Argus, P.O. Box 249, Jackson, Georgia 30233. aU. NEWSPAPER IttT NNA SUSTAINING MEMBER-1975 One Year $6.24 School Year $5.20 Editorials Thanksgiving, 1976 Americans everywhere will celebrate Thanksgiving, the great holiday of the hearthside, this week. And if it is a day dedicated to giving thanks to a Gracious Providence for all gifts, great and small, it is even more a day dedicated to the idea that families can best offer their praises by being together. So by land, air and sea, the wayward begin the homeward trek, eager to view again the old homeplace where life had its beginnings and, oftentimes, its sweetest days. For it is here that the friends, the hearts and the hands most dear can once more be clasped and embraced. Roaming can often be lonesome and there is no sweeter spot on earth than home. Sorrow, along with joy, can flow mingled down with such a reunion. The dreams of many a vanished year can be reawakened and tug at the heartstrings. The empty chairs speak eloquently of silenced voices and silvered heads bear mute evidence of time’s erosive passage. But most of us around the family board can give thanks for life’s blessings, those kept as well as those lost ; for the deathless love that binds families together and for those who bequeathed us this legacy and lit for all to see the quenchless lamps of changeless love. As families, we will offer praise and thanksgiving to the Giver of every good and perfect gift. But as a nation, we have been Wait 'Til Next Year Among the football fans, only a very small percentage of whom can be associated with perennial winners, wait ‘til next year is the cry heard most often as the autumn days grow chill at the season’s end. The Jackson High Red Devils played unpredictably most of this season, losing games they should have won and winning occasionally when perhaps they should have lost. Jackson Athletic Director and head football coach Tommy Carmichdel said before the season Christmas Lights Once again, this newspaper, m cooperation with the garden clubs of Butts County, is sponsoring a Christmas doorway lighting con test for both residences and businesses in the City of Jackson. The fact that cash prizes are being offered the winners may be some incentive but the real winners in this contest are the homes of every participant. Advance Subscription Rates, Tax Included: TELEPHONE 775-3107 OFFICIAL ORGAN BUTTS COUNTy AND CITY OF JACKSON Six Months $3.91 Single Copy 15c blessed richly, far exceeding both our expectations and our worthi ness. The nation, and the world, is at peace. Hopefully, this Thanks giving night will not be punctured by a single rifle shot fired in anger. There is unrest to be sure, in the African developing nations, in Ireland’s religious fratricide, in the continuing struggle for supremacy in the mid East. But, a least, there is not open warfare. And there are indications that the incoming president will make overtures to the Russian leaders that may result in a lessening of the drift towards a nuclear confrontation. There is the hope, and the prayer, that President Jimmy Carter can bring some stability to the American scene, get us away from brinkmanship diplomacy in our foreign relations, talk sense to both labor and management and get concessions from each for the national good, and that the nation might be entering upon anew era of brotherhood and mutual respect. Thanksgiving this year is a time for sober reflection on the part of all Americans for the great gifts God has bestowed upon the nation as it now celebrates its 200th year of freedom. Perhaps it is a time, and a day, when we should ask one more favor along with our peans of thanks giving. Maybe it is the day we should ask God to give us grateful hearts. And, so blessed, all other expressions appropriate to the day would flow from it. started tljat 1976 would be a season of rebuilding, that graduation had depleted the fine 1975 squad and that it would take time and patience to build another football machine of that caliber. Under the circumstances, we feel that Coach Carmichael, his staff, and the Jackson High Red Devils are to be complimented on compiling a fine 5-4-1 loss record in 1976. And so we tip the Argus fedora to them all and wish them every success when the 1977 football season rolls around next August. For years, Jackson has been recognized as one of the most attractively-decorated small towns in Georgia during the Christmas season, both in the downtown and residential areas. All of us can help enlarge this favorable image by saying Merry Christmas to all with a doorway lit with all the love and the joy of the Holy season. THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA The Last Straw BY VINCENT JONES Memories of Thanksgiving ...The rattle of the grates on the cold Thanksgiving Days as Dad shook down the coals before laying the fire... The thrill of having the family all together for one day, as holidays were not so preval ent then... The annual Thanksgiving Day ritual of pecan gather ing, with the croker sacks, the ladder and the choice pieces of stove wood all prepared for the harvest... The, year that Dad got down the old single shot .410 shotgun and knocked a squirrel out ot the choicest nut tree and how proud I was of his marksmanship... The year I almost missed the harvest after being tabbed a diptheria carrier and, taking a most painful shot in a fleshy part of the body, I could only crawl on all fours under the trees... The football games we played all fall on the nearest kindly lawn and those embarrassing days, after breaking an arm at Dr. Franklin’s pony farm when my attempted stiff arm was so crooked as to make would be tacklers laugh... How we would often use the day, if we had not done so previously, to take to the woods in search of the perfect tree for Christmas, usually a cedar, occasionally a holly, but never a pine... Listening to the Tech- Georgia freshman game on radio and how it seemed a 1,000 miles away and you wondered if you would ever be old enough or rich enough to see one in person... On those rare, wine and roses days when a hunting trip to the farm had been arranged and Dad, Doyle and I would take our assorted firearms out to go with the single shot .12 gauge of Wade Pew and how Mother would spend several hours siting by the whitewashed fireside with Mrs. Pew while we traipsed field and forest, bagging nothing but the sheerest of pleasure... And the earlier years, when Granny was with us, and the cold, gray day kept me punching the fire in her room most of the day...And the stories she would tell of a haunted house she knew when she was just a girl and of the terrible day when Sherman’s legions rode into the yard, burned the barn and outbuildings, took poul try and livestock and spared the house only when her mother told the officer that her husband was a mason... And Gran, a girl of 12 at the time, said she hid under the bed until it was evident that the men intended no personal harm to anyone in the house. And the Thanksgiving programs held at our church early in the morning, with the paper bags filled with apples, oranges and nuts to be delivered to the sick, the infirm and the poor, and how this lesson of Christian charity has remained indelibly imprinted on my memory... The walks to town with Woody through the cold, frosty night air, our months blowing pure smoke with every breath, to see Dick Powell, or Irene Dunne or Bruce Cabot at the Dixie Theater... The mad dash home along the root-strewn sidewalk, with the north wind making dancing ghosts out of the few remaining leaves... The weekly ritual of a winter bath in a galvanized tub before a roaring fire that was not hot enough to pierce even a thin body, leaving either the front or rear alternately burning or freez ing... And, with the leaves gone, watching the lights come on in the neighbor’s houses as the children came in from their play and the fathers from their work, with mothers having hot suppers for both and feeling the tranquility and peace that settled at each dusk on a small Georgia town at the end of every autumn day. | A Stroll Down | Memory Lane | News of 10 Years Ago Christmas decorations are being placed in downtown Jackson and will be lighted on Thanksgiving night, ac cording to a statement this week by Mayor C. B. Brown, Jr. The Van Deventer Glee Club will take a prominent role at the lighting of the Nativity Scene on West Third Street on Sunday evening. A monstrous sized chicken hawk, with 50-inch wing span, came to the end of his chicken pilfering Friday morning when Mr. B. D. Singley gunned down the winged marauder from the top of a tree overlooking his chicken pen. At its November meeting, members of the Mimosa Garden Club viewed the new promotional movie made by the State of Georgia entitled, "Susan Hayward Invites You to Georgia.” Rehearsals are underway for the choir for young people at the Jackson Presbyterian Church with Mrs. Laverne Kinard as director. Deaths during the week: Mrs. Fears Weldon; V. H. (Happy) Ham. News of 20 Years Ago A Henry County hunter was fined $250 for killing a doe deer in Butts County and having possession of the meat when caught by a game warden. John Roy Patrick, of Jackson, Fourth District Commander, presided at the Fourth District VFW meet ing in Griffin on Saturday. The Jackson High band members will hold scrap paper drives on each Wednesday for the rest of the year. The Mimosa Garden Club announced that Jackson’s Christmas doorway decora tions will be judged on December 19th. The North Butts Com munity will hold its annual bazaar on the square Friday afternoon and all day Saturday. Profits will be used for improvements to the North Butts Community Clubhouse. Deaths during the week: Albert Michael Garr, 79. News of lit) Years Ago Guy Tiller, of the Atlanta Journal sports staff, told Kiwanians Tuesday night that both Tech and Georgia are bowl bound this year, with the “game of the century” coming up in Athens on November 30th. The fox population in Butts County is being thinned by an irate citizenry with a bounty of $2 being paid for each pair of fox ears presented to the County Commissioner’s office. With many growers gross ing $250 to S3OO per acre, the 1946 pimiento pepper crop in Butts County was probably the best in history. James B. Williamson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Bryant Williamson, has been named editor of the Normanite, monthly publication of Nor man Junior College. Butts County had ginned 2,990 bales of cotton to November Ist, compared to 3,346 bales to the same date last year, a decline of 356 bales. Deaths during the week: Mrs. Sallie Wallace, 56; Charles W. Bryan, 72. News of 10 Years Ago Bulls County has received THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1975 a grant of $11,250 from the PWA to pay almost half of the cost of the proposed new $25,000 county jail. The fall trade campaign, sponsored by the Jackson Co-Operative Sales Associa tion, is arousing interest throughout the Jackson trad ing area. Among those receiving SIO.OO prizes last week were: Mrs. Frank Moore, Dan Hoard, L. A. Brooks, Miss Hattie Mae Finley, Mrs. Van White, Willie Ruth Barnes, Vadie Lee Hoard, A. A. Fuqua, Sam Henderson and A. K. Kimbell. The Pepperton Cotton Mills has recently granted a 10 percent increase in wages to all of its employees. Mr. O. N. Brownlee brought three turnips of the Red Top and Glove varieties by the newspaper office that weighed BV4 pounds. The educational committee of the Jackson Woman’s Club is sponsoring a benefit rook, heart and bridge party. Deaths during the week: Henry Ralph Slaton, Jr., 23; Raymond Lee Weaver, 45. News of 50 Years Ago In the special election held Tuesday for members of the Butts County Commission ers, J. W. Maddox was elected chairman, Gales W. Jinks was elected to the four-year term and B. H. Hodges was elected to the two-year term. A two-cent reduction in the price of gasoline was made last week, bringing the retail price of gas to 21 cents. Dairymen of Butts County have formed a Cow Testing Association to guarantee better and higher quality milk products. After having been suspend ed since September for lack of funds, the Georgia Market Bulletin will resume publi cation with the December issue. Attending the Sunday School convention of the Atlanta Presbytery in Mc- Donough were Messrs. Van Fletcher, R. I. Knox, B. K. Carmichael and Milton Compton. Deaths during the week: Paul Mote, 32; Mrs. J. C. Beane. Viewpoints A nation’s character is the sum of its splendid deeds; they constitute one common patrimony, the nations inheritance. They awe foreign powers, they arouse and animate our own people. Henry Clay Courthouse Squares fH/NGS eoNY IMPROVE MUCH WHEN EACH GENERAVO/V OORT/NUE& -TO MARE THE SAME MISTAHES THE CAST GENE RAT/ON NAPE- f|)IKJiIRRI By Mrs. Cindy Brown. THINGS TO BE THANKFULFOR 1. Little children 2. Homemade Thanksgiving dinners 3. Doctors and Dentists 4. Pretty weather 5. Good books 6. Happy homes 7. Love from another 8. Love of another m < wi ,a te° ever ißp Things’ By Donald E. Wildmon “GIVE, AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO Y0U...” A kind act, done for one’s fellowman, has far-reaching good effects. It is hard to get some folks to believe that statement. But it is true. Every kind act one does for his fellowman makes the world a little better place in which to live. Several years ago there was a young drifter in Australia by the name of Tom Ellis. One day Tom Ellis picked up an old discarded newspaper and saw an ad in the paper about a correspondence course in electricity. Although he had no money, and the correspondence school was in America, Tom Ellis wrote to the school seeking enrollment. He appealed directly to Fenton Howard, the man in charge of the school. Howard allowed Tom Ellis to enroll in the electronics course despite the fact that the school would never get a penny from Ellis. It was an act of kindness on the part of Fenton Howard. He was trying to help someone along life’s way who was trying to help himself. It was through that course, and the kindness of Fenton Howard, that Tom Ellis learned a life’s trade. Tom Ellis stayed with the course for several years before the Second World War broke out. And then he enlisted in the Australian navy. I say again that a kind act, done for one’s fellowman, has far reaching good effects. Life is designed so that when you help yoqr fellowman you help all men, including yourself. What was it that the Carpenter taught about giving a stranger a cup of cold water? And helping those who are in need? You see it is a very practical way of living. During the Second World War Fenton Howard was wounded while serving in the Pacific. The ship on which he served as a naval electrician had been disabled. A shell had damaged the generator on the ship and hand crippled the ship’s power supply. An electrician was desperately needed to do some repair work on the ship, else Fenton Howard’s chance of survival would be ever so slim. An SOS distress signal was sent out asking for help for the damaged ship. There was an Australian ship nearby and it came to the rescue of the disabled ship. The electrician from the Australian ship came on board, repaired the damaged generator, making it possible for the ship carrying Fenton Howard to sail back to America. The act of repairing the generator saved the life of Fenton Howard. If you haven’t already figured it out, the Australian electrician’s name was Tom Ellis. It was the same Tom Ellis whom Fenton Howard had helped years before. An old preacher by the name of Koheleth many, many years ago said it this way: “Cast your bread upon the water, for you will find it after many days.” Centuries later the Author of Life put it this way: “Give, and it will be given to you.” A kind act, done for one’s fellowman, has far-reaching good effects. sg Instant, | Replay m i nx I z^ 1 ruth at random By Ruth Bryant FROM HERE TO THERE Sitting on my back porch In my old rocking chair, My eyes behold familiar scenes Of beauty, grand and rare! My ears are tuned to blue-birds’ songs With melody free from care! My heart is quivering with the leaves On luscious limbs out there! My soul is reaching for the sky Where heavens, God’s work declare! 9. God and His House 10. Stars 11. Loyal pets 12. Faith 13. Medical Progress 14. Memories 15. Dreams 16. Heat 17. Good Friends 18. Being alive 19. Chirping birds 20. A day to give thanks