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Doyle Jones Jr. Editor and Publisher
(1955-1975)
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VINCENT JONES EDITOR
OFFICIAL ORGAN BUTTS COUNTY AND ClfY OF JACKSON
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The Flag Speaks
Hello, remember me?
Some people call me Old Glory,
others call me the Stars and
Stripes ; also I have been referred
to as the Star-Spangled Banner.
But whatever they call me, I am
your flag, or as I proudly state, the
flag of the United States of
America.
There is something that has
been bothering me, so I thought
that I might talk it over with you.
Because it is about you and me.
I remember sometime ago--I
think it was Memorial Day-people
were lined up on both sides of the
street to watch the parade. The
town’s high school band was behind
me and naturally I was leading the
parade.
When your daddy saw me
coming along waving in the breeze,
he immediately removed his hat
and placed it against his left
shoulder so that his hand was
directly over his heart. Re
member?
And you-I remember you.
Standing there as straight as a
soldier, you didn’t have any hat but
you were giving the right salute.
They taught you in school to place
your hand over your heart.
Remember little sister-not to be
outdone-she was saluting the same
as vou.
I was very proud as I came
down the street. There were some
soldiers home on leave and they
were standing at attention giving
the military salute. Ladies as well
as men all paying me the reverence
that I deserve.
Now I may sound as if I am a
little conceited. Well, I am. I have a
right to be. Because I represent the
finest country in the world, the
United States of America. More
than one aggressive nation has
tried to haul me down but they all
felt the fury of this freedom-loving
country. You know. You had to go
overseas to defend me. What
happened? I’m still the same old
flag. Oh, I have a couple more stars
added since you were a boy. A lot
more blood has been shed since the
Memorial Day so long ago. Dad is
gone now. The old home town has a
new look.
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The last time I came down your
street I saw that some of the old
landmarks were gone, but in their
place, shining majestically in the
sun, were a number of new
buildings and homes. Yes sir, the
old town sure has changed.
When I think of all the places I
have been, Anzio, Guadalcanal,
Korea-and now, Vietnam. Then I
see the children running and
shouting. They don’t seem to know
who I am. I saw one man take his
hat off and then look around. He
didn’t see anybody else with theirs
off so he quickly put his back on.
Is it a sin to be patriotic
anymore? Have you forgotten what
I stand for? Have you forgotten all
the battlefields where men fought
and died to keep this nation free?
When you salute me, you are
actually saluting them.
Take a look at the Memorial
Honor Rolls sometime. Look at the
names of those that never came
back. Some of them were friends or
relatives of yours. Probably went
to the same school with them.
That’s what you are saluting. Not
me.
Well it won’t be long until I’ll be
coming down your street again. So
when you see me, stand straight,
place your hand over your heart
and you’ll really see me waving
back-my salute to you. And I’ll
know that you remembered.
Joseph Page
Dept. Americanism Chairman
Veterans World War I, 1967
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THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA
The Last
Straw
BY
VINCENT JONES
On the eve of the nation’s
celebration of its 201st
birthday, one can dwell for a
moment on the venerable age
we have reached, while
remembering that in the
perspective of history we are
still a young nation.
Compared to China, India,
Great Britain, France, Italy
and other nations, we are
mere infants on the world
stage of today.
Our eldest citizens have to
go back only two or three
generations to find an
ancestor who was on speak
ing terms with George
Washington, Thomas Jeffer
son or Benjamin Franklin.
All of which may lead to an
interesting discussion as to
just who is, or isn’t, an old
timer.
You’re an old timer if you
attended parties in your
youth where frappe or
charlotte russe was served.
Or the chief parlor game
when you were courting was
progressive conversation or
progressive rook.
You’re no spring chicken if
that old gang of yours whiled
away the evening hours
playing trail, fits, bunco, or
“500”.
You’re bound to be
gray-haired if forty-two was
your favorite card game, or
if you were an expert at
anagrams, or if whist was
your game, before they
changed its name to bridge.
You’re no oldster but likely
a grandparent if you can
remember when Japanese
lanterns cast their romantic
shadows over prom parties
on front porches and sweet
peas were the favorite
flowers for graduation
bouquets or just to let
someone know you felt she
was especially sweet.
You’re an old timer if you
can remember when the
Georgia Soap Company in
Jackson was boxing “Sun
shine” soap powders, long
before Proctor & Gamble and
Lever Brothers discovered
there were fortunes to be
made in the same product.
The odd thing about time’s
erosive quality is that, like a
new blotter on the classroom
blackboard, it leaves very
few of the old familiar scenes
untouched. So that, both
literally and figuratively,
you can’t go home again.
Perhaps the tarmer leads a
life less marked by change
than do most of us. The old
barn still stands, just as it did
60 years ago, a little less
staunch, perhaps, but still
serviceable and providing
the same shelter for food and
animals.
The giant poplar still
marks the southwest lot line,
just as your deed of 50 years
ago said it would.
The barbed wire fence still
stretches across the pasture
to the far woods, its barbs
still nailed to some of the
cedar posts that Dad put
down when he was a young
man.
Time does not pass on the
farm unnoticed, for no other
citizens is as conscious of the
changing seasons as is the
farmer. But time is not as
relentless here as in the city,
for it leaves him some
benchmarks by which the
passing years can be
measured.
Amidst the wild clamor for
change today, it is comfort
ing to know that some things
are changeless.
And the one important
thing that has not changed in
America in 201 years is the
potential for greatness which
our people, and our nation,
possess in abundance.
Editor s Quote Book
Be civil to all; sociable
to many; familiar with
few.
Benjamin Franklin
THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 1977
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I Memory Lane |
News of 10 Years Ago
Miss Mary Ruth Martin
attended a reunion in
Veerdersburg, Indiana, of
those 4-H Club members who
made the first exchange trip
to Great Britain and Ireland
last year.
Lamar McMichael, assist
ant manager of Colonial
Stores in Jackson, has been
promoted to assistant man
ager of the Colonial store in
Griffin. .
David Estes, of the Emory
University faculty, Library
division, has been elected to
the executive council of the
American Library Associa
tion.
Seventeen members of the
Cherokee Garden Club as
sembled at the Elder Hotel
Tuesday evening for a
delicious dinner.
Franklin Weaver, son of
Mr. and Mrs. Otis Weaver,
has been named to the
Dean’s List at Georgia State
College.
Larry Cook was the lucky
winner of a 12” portable
television set awarded by the
Jaycees Saturday evening at
a square dance in the West
Butts Community House.
Deaths during the week:
Humphery Lewis Dodson, 64;
Joseph Jackson Baxter, 78.
News of 20 Years Ago
Miss June Kitchens was
the grand prize winner at the
opening of Polk’s Tire and
Service Cos., Inc., winning a
GE appliance of her choice.
Sunday movies will return
to Jackson on June 30th
Frank Miller, owner of the
Town Theater, says there
will be a 2:00 p.m. matinee
each Sunday.
The Lone Ranger, his great
white horse, Silver, TV star
Lassie and others will be in
Atlanta’s Ponce de Leon park
on July 4th.
Mrs. J. G. McDonald is
retiring after 42 years of
public service, 26 in the
Jackson post office and 16 as
a school teacher.
The marriage of Miss
Barbara Carol Thomason
and Kipling Lanier Wise was
an event of June 15th.
Heavy rains flooded the
County Thursday evening,
with 3.6 inches falling in a
three-hour period.
Deaths during the week:
Mrs. Van W. Fretwell, 59.
News of 30 Years Ago
Plans have been completed
for the formation in Jackson
of a chapter of the National
Exchange Club.
With property owners
cooperating and paying 55
cents per front foot, one of
the largest street paving
programs in the City’s
history is now underway.
Garland Peyton, director
of the State’s Mines, Mining
and Geology Department, is
asking Butts County farmers
to be on the lookout for
vermiculite, a variety of
mica, that is reputed to be in
this area.
The Jackson Kiwanis Club
will be represented at the
Kiwanis International con
vention in Chicago by S. W.
Causey and Vincent Jones,
president and vice-president
respectively.
Fires were in evidence and
overcoats were brought out
of moth balls Sunday when
the thermometer went down
to 56 degrees, the coolest
June day in 54 years.
Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth J.
Thaxton observed their fif
tieth wedding anniversary on
June 13th.
News of 40 Years Ago
Hampton Daughtry, Jr.,
Jackson boy who is now
connected with a leading
New York firm, is the first
contributing member of the
Butts County Historical and
Archaeological Society.
Gordon H. Thompson, of
Jackson, president of the
board of governors of the
Thomas Watson RFD Foun
dation, will preside at a
meeting Monday in Thom
son.
Dr. J. B. Hopkins, local
dentist, reports the burglary
of his office over the weekend
and the loss of gold and other
materials amounting to
$150.00.
Col. Benjamin B. Garland,
who has practiced law in
Jackson for the past several
months, announces he will
open offices in Atlanta in the
William Oliver building.
The marriage of Miss
Mervyn Thaxton to Walter D.
Pope, Jr. was an event of
June 24th in Eastman.
Mrs. H. O. Ball was the
sweepstakes winner in the
annual flower show sponsor
ed by the Mimosa Garden
Club. Miss Mary Newton won
the exhibit, by popular vote,
with an arrangement of pink
snapdragons.
Deaths during the week:
Slaton Henry Giles, 49.
News of 50 Years Ago
With 525 acres of pimiento
pepper planted in Butts
County, prospects are good
that the local cannery will
have a long and profitable
run, beginning about August
10th.
The Jackson Board of
Education has named Miss
Lucile Jordan, of Perry, as a
teacher of expression in the
Jackson Public Schools for
the 1927-28 term.
Charles Hamlin brought
the first locally-grown water
melon of the season by the
newspaper office on June
29th.
Four new deacons were
ordained and added to the
board of the First Baptist
Church on Tuesday night.
They include H. L. Allen, W.
F. Newman, Paul Tyler and
H. G. Wiley.
Miss Mary Downs, who has
been spending three weeks in
the East and in Canada as a
member of a company of
college students enrolled in
the Elliott tours, is expected
home this week.
Of local interest is the
announcement that the
“Happy Day” Soap Com
pany, of Wanut, Kansas, has
collapsed in a bubble. The
promoters are the same as
those who promoted the
“Sunshine” brand soap pow
ders put out first at Locust
Grove and later in Jackson.
Rather heavy losses were
suffered by a large group of
middle Georgia people who
took stock in the Georgia
Soap Company.
(The ignorant man
likes best things he
least understands.
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V By Michael A. Guido, Matter, Georgia
A young soldier wrote his
sister:
“Do you know why I’m
unhappy? It’s not the dying
that worries me. I know and
you know that my number’s
up. I wouldn’t put it so crude
ly if we didn’t both feel the
truth, and if we couldn’t both
so honestly, and so humbly,
and without hypocrisy say,
‘God’s will be done’.”
“As I said, it’s not the
dying. I shall be just as jolly
right up to the end, as you
will be brave afterwards. What
does worry me is whether I
shall have died in vain.”
The apostle Paul had some
ruth at random
By Ruth Bryant
WHITE CLOUDS
White clouds with gray that’s
streaking through
Are like white sails on ocean blue!
White clouds with billows overhead
Are like feather pillows on
grandpa’s bed!
White clouds that glean with lightn
ing’s strike
Are like the blow-outs on Sonny’s bike!
White clouds that sleep when day is done
Are like little playmates
after their fun!
White clouds that shine at Heaven’s Gate
Are calling to Christians, “Don’t
come too late!”
* ‘Whatsoever
Things'
By Donald E. Wildmon
SIMPLE FAITH
The 13-year-old youngster was on his way home-a small
modest farm house in Kansas-when he skinned his knee in a
briar patch. It wasn’t much to fuss about, just a small
scratch. He went home and went about his chores without
mentioning it to his parents.
The next day he noticed that his ankle was swelling a
little, and that his leg was a little sore, but he still didn’t
mention it as he went about his farm duties.. The next
morning the leg was in bad shape and when his parents came
in from town that afternoon, they immediately sent for a
doctor.
After the doctor had examined the leg and saw the
danger, he muttered to the parents that there wasn’t much
chance to save the leg. The youngster didn’t quite understand
what the doctqr meant, so he asked him. The doctor said
there was a very strong possibility that they would have to
amputate the leg.
“No, you won’t!” cried the boy. “You won’t cut off my
leg. I would rather die!” The doctor looked at the boy and
became kinda irritated with his attitude. He stepped outside
the door and was talking with the parents when the boy’s
voice called out: “Ed, Ed, come here!” The older brother,
hearing the cries of the boy, went past the doctor and the
parents into the room. They listened as the boys talked.
“Ed, if I go out of my head and lose my senses, don’t you
let them do it. Don’t let them cut off my leg while I’m
unconscious. Promise me, Ed. You have got to give me your
word!” The doctor didn’t hear much more of the
conversation, because he began talking to the parents again.
“That is just about like a bunch of fool boys,” he said.
Shortly after that Ed came out of the room. He stood in
the door, legs spread apart and arms folded. The message
was clear-the leg would not come off. The doctor tried to talk
to the parents, but they told the doctor they would look at the
leg again that night. They did look at the leg again, and it was
worse. The boy’s fever went up, and the doctor told them that
if he didn’t amputate there was a strong possibility the boy
would die. But Ed stood his ground, staying in the door
around the clock. He had given his word.
The family, realizing Ed’s determination, began to pray
for the boy’s leg to heal. The family were devout Christians.
Mother and father, then Ed, and finally the other four
brothers all took turns praying. Throughout the night there,
was someone praying. When morning came and the doctor
looked at the leg, he saw a sign that the leg was beginning to
heal. The swelling was going down. In a few days the leg was
completely healed, and the young farm boy was back at his
chores and hobbies.
Years later when Dwight David Eisenhower was elected
President of the United States, a reporter remarked to his
mother that she must be mighty proud of her son. Her reply
was, "Which one?”
Simple faith is sometimes stronger than medical science.
thing like that in mind when
he wrote of Christ dying in
vain. He will "have died in
vain if you do not believe on
Him.
But what of those who
have received the Christ who
offered Himself for their sins?
Psalm 147:11 answers, “The
Lord taketh pleasure in them
that fear Him, in those who
hope in His mercy.”
Unbelief pains Him. Belief
pleases Him. Only he who
believes on Him and lives for
Him gives Him pleasure.
Ready for the question?
Are you bringing Him pleas
ure?