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3acksnn Trogrxss-^rgtts J. D. Jones Publisher 11908 1955) Doyle Jones Jr. Editor and Publisher (1955-1975) MRS. MARTHA G. JONES PUBLISHER VINCENT JONES EDITOR OFFICIAL ORGAN BUTTS COUNTY AND ClfY OF JACKSON Published every Thursday atl 29 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. One Year, in Georgia $6.24 Six Months, in Georgia $3.91 Editorials 111 / J 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. Advance Subscription Rates, Tax Included: TELEPHONE 775-3107 NATIONAL NEWSPAPER *iiteiAil6n fmhh iw' F'Mtgj NN A SUSTAINING ** gi MEMBER-1977 One Year, Out-of-State $7.28 Six Months, Out-of-State $4.16 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 ****** 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 j£ A Stroll Down £: j;3 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. gsa-a have a nice weekend... ...meet someone new | SEEDS FROM VTHE SOWER Iff 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?