THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE.
VOL I.—NO. 5.
MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA.
WUt Wr Find to Talk About on Our
Weekly Travels.
Henry Kirven, eight years of age,
was caught in a bank of falling earth
near Columbus and smothered to
death.
Judge Bell, of Jackson, has issued
marriage license to Samuel Thomas,
aged 91, and Henrietta Lyle, aged
93. They are colored.
Ghouls robbed the grave of a wo
man who ha<i been dead four years at
Albany. Some of the bones were
found scattered about the cemetery.
One of the most intensely absorb
ing sights to be seen in this monot
onous, work-a-day world is that of a
young man with arms four feet long
tenderly embracing a maiden with a
waist fourteen inches around.
A Georgia editor is responsible for
this paragraph: “News plentiful this
week. An enterprising thief dug up
all of Deacen Jones’ fruit trees and
carried them away and one of our
young ladies has eloped with her
stepfather.”
A party of dwarfs passed through
Crawfordsville last Sunday, en route
for Atlanta. The party consisted of
one woman and three men. Two of
the men’s weights were about sixty
pounds, and their age between 40 and
45 years. The other man weighed
only forty-seven pounds and looked
to be about 25 years old. The wo
man was 40 years of age.
T. M. Brumby, president of the
Brumby Chair Company, of Mariet
ta, is back from the field trial re
cently held at New Albany, Miss.,
where he went to enter his celebrated
bird dog. Mr. Brumby is happy
over the contest, as his dog took the
first prize, S4OO. Before leaving the
field Mr. Brumby had an offer for the
dog of SI,OOO by a Milwaukee gen
tleman, which was so tempting that
he let him go.
At Elberton Friday night five of
the negroe ringleaders in the riot of
Feb. 15 made an attempt to break
jail. Removing a large portion of the
inner wall, and leaving only one
block of stone to be removed, fifteen
minutes’ work would have set them
at liberty. But from some cause
they did not get out. A crack in
the outside wall gave them away,
and Sheriff Chandler promptly trans
ferred them to a dungeon.
A young man in Washington coun-
ty had made arrangements to meet a
young lady who had promised to
elope with him. He waited on the
outskirts of town, and was soon re
warded by seeing a veiled figure
gliding toward him. He ran toward
the figure, saying: “Hurry up, my
darling, before the old folks find out
that we are eloping.” Just as he
reached her side his heart stood still
and his hair rose on end. It was the
old man dressed in woman’s clothes
whom he met, and he presented the
muzzle of a gun and told the young
Romeo to make tracks. The Old man
heard of the plans of the young
couple, and thus frustrated the elope
ment.
Some years ago two farmers of
Polk county lost their Wives by death.
They naturally felt lonesome, and in
due time began to think a second
wife in each household would be a
most excellent addition thereto. They
were neighbors and friends, and each
Had a family of children, including
one or more grown daughters. After
careful consideration, each took the
other’s daughter as his second wife.
Through these marriages children
were born to each. These children
now reside in Polk county. What
was the relationship between the
men and their wives, and in what re
lation did the children stand to each
other and to the old folks’? The old
farmers were father-in-laws to each
other snd also son-in-laws. Who
will carry out the relationship of the
mothers and their children?
They Will Have It.
There has been a quantity of liq
uor drank in Abbeville this week,
and still there is no bar room nearer
than 14 miles. Where does it come
from? There is about as much
drunkenness this week with no bar
room, as there was last court, with
three. Don’t you see they are go
ing to have it, and that beat prohi
bition don’t do any good. We will (
admit that it has a tendency to en
rich one section, and drag down an
other, besides no incorporated town
the size of Abbeville, can afford to do
without the revenue gained there
from. There is no way to keep this
people from drinking it, so long as
the stills continue to manufacture,
and to preach up its evil effect, to
the people does no good, and you
all know it. The people are going
to have it if they have to make it on
their stoves, which we have heard
several say they could do. One man
not long ago stated that he could
make enough whisky, after his wife
started a fire in the stove, to get
drunk on, before she finished cooking
breakfast, and had done so several
times. There is no telling the num
ber of pot stills there is today in the
country. Below we give you a clip
ping from the Evening Journal:
Deputy collector Colquitt and a
party of officers returned yesterday
from a trip to Henry county looking
after the makers of illicit whisky of
which they destroyed o’ne pot still
near Dothan and two near Cotton
wood in Henry county.
When the officers reached one of
the stills they found two young men
leaving it, who were placed under
arrest and brought here for trial.
The young men gave their names as
Balcomb and Bryan, and having
heard of the presence of the officers
had destroyed the still and removed
all traces of it before the arrival of
the officers.
The prisoners were given a hear
ing before commissioner Bell, who
bound them over in the sum of SSOO
each to await the action of the next
grand jury.
The stills destroyed on tnis trip
are reported to be small affairs and
their capacity was not known, —Ab
beville (Ala.) Times.
A BIG REVENUE: RAID.
Columbia, Ala., Feb. 25. —The
biggest revenue raid against moon
shiner in years started out from Gor
don, Ala,, Monday, There were 14
officers in the party, all armed to the
teeth, and under the command of
Deputy Marshal Colquitt of Alabama,
who is a brother of Senator ' Colquitt
of Georgia. The compay of officers
arrived at Gordon, Sunday from
Montgomery. Their arrival created
a sensstion of the first magnitude. As
the armed men marched up the
streets to the Bowden house, where
they had ordered dinner, the inhab
itants came out of their houses and
stared. It was supposed that their
destination was Chipley or Bonifay,
Fla., in Holmes county, where illicit
stills are as thick as acorns on a
windy day. About two months ago
five revenue officers made a raid in
that section and destroyed a couple
of stills, and that night at Bonifay
they were surrounded in a house by
about thirty-five desperate moonshin
ers and a sharp battle ensued, in
which two of the officers were
wounded, one of whom, a Mr. Alex
ander, a gallant fellow, and brave as
a lion, is with the new raiding party.
Deputy Colquitt was also with the
party of five, but was not wounded,
The sharp fight made by the officers
then saved their lives, and they were
glad to escape from such a hostile
country. It is supposed that the
present raid is aimed at that section,
and in such force as to effectually
blot out the moonshine business.
Marshal Corbett, of Georgia, with
three deputies, left Thomasville on
Sunday night for Chattahoochee,
Fla., and it is likely that he will join
forces with Colquitt’s company,
which will give them sufficent force
to blot out illicit stilling in that sec
tion. It is the season of the full
moon, which is the harvest time of
the month for the moonshiner, and
it isa good time for the present raid.
FORT GAINES, GEORGIA. FRIDAY MARCH 6. 1891.
NOT FOUND IN THE ALMANAC.
Sonic Funny Paragraphs Overlooked
by the Almanac Writers.
Here lies th” body of Mary Ann,
Asleep in the bosom of Abraham ;
It may be pleasant for Marv Ann,
But it's pretty tough on Abraham.
—Epitaph in a Country Churchyard.
A Stickler for Form—Gentleman
— Ami why don’t you go to work?
Tramp—’Cause I aia’t never been
invited.—American Grocer.
Thompson—l can’t see why you
find it so hard to meet vour Lills!
Dedway—l don’t; I find it hard to
dodge them —Munsey’s Weekly.
“I suppose it’s all profit in the
drug business?”
“All profit? Do you suppose we
get fixtures and showcases for noth
ing?”
Ought to be Suppressed.—“ Was
the play spicy?”
“No; but the intermissions were.
Charley went after cloves four times.”
New York Herald.
Boys have been ruined because
they had to stay at home and turn
the grindstone, when they should
have been allowed to go a-fishing.—
Ram’s Horn.
“I thought you told me that your
father was retired merchant?”
“So lie is. When the sheriff took
possession he had to retire.”—ln
dianapolis -Journal.
Chollie (sighing)—How can I
leave thee?
Ethel (coldly)—The front door is
still doing business at the old stand.
Try that.
Horrified Parent—And you dare
to tell me that you kissed that
young Hankinson last evening!
Weeping Daughter — The — the
mean thing kissed me first!
Teaciter —Can you tell me what a
secret- is.
Little Girl—Yes’m. It is some
thing somebody tells everybody else
in a whisper.
“Maria, Maria! Oh, Maria!”
“What is it, ’Zekiel?”
“Some tarnal critter hez done stole
the barometer, an’ I don’t know
whether to start the furnance or fill
the water cooler.”
Easterner—Have you any horse
thieves in vour section?
Westerner—Lots of 'em.
“Lots?”
“Yes; cemetery lots.” — Good
News. - •
Tramp — Hem! Good mornin.’,
mum. Nice dog you have. What
d’ve call him?
Housekeeper—He’ll go to you
without calling quick as I loose this
chain—New York Weekly.
“What is Smith doing now?”
“He is traveling with a circus.”
“Pretty hard work, isn’t it?”
“No; he has nothing to do except
so stick his head in the lion’s mouth
twice a day.”—Texas Siftings.
Dryson—Well, Dock. I hear you
opened a drug store at Dos Moines,
Doctor—Yes, and I am making it
pay, too. My receipts one day last
week amounted to over SIOO, and
that didn’t include the the 75 cents
worth of drugs I sold.
“Have you a press club in this
town?” asked a literary visitor of the
editor of the Slabville Genius of Lib
erty.
“Oh, no,” replied the editor. “We
kill poets by stabbing them with the
office towel.—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
“Go away! Yon are drunk,” said
the citizen to the beggar.
“I ain’t nothin’ of the kind,” was
the wrathful reply. “Do you suppose
I’d be out a-working on sich a cold
day as this if I was good and drunk?”
—lndianapolis Journal.
“Will you be offended if I kiss
you?” he asked his Boston financee
after they were engaged.
“I cannot be offended until some
thing is done to offend me.”
“But, dear, I don’t like to run the
risk.”
“What "is not worth risking for is
not worth having.”—Philadelphia
Ledger.
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An Evidence of Weakness.
Every established local newspaper
receives subscriptions from large cit
ies which puzzle the publisher, but
which the New York Times explains
as follows:
“A wholesale merchat in the city
who became rich in the business says
his rule is that whenever he sells a
bill of goods on credit, he immedi
ately subscribes for the local news
paper of his debtor. So long as the
customer advertised vigorously, the
merchant was satisfied, but as soon
as he began to contract his advertis
ing space the fact was taken as evi
dence that there was trouble ahead
and the creditor invariably went for
the debtor. The merchant said that
the man who is too poor to make
his business known is too poor to do
business The withdrawal of an ‘ad’
is evidence of weaknes which whole
some men are not slow to act upon.
Here’s The Latest,
If you could see some of the At
lanta negroes you’d think there was
a “new coon in town.”
They are not like they used to be,
for their hair is now straight and soft.
There arc two women in the city
who have created quite a flutter
among the negroes who want to be
“jess lack de white folks.”
They have been here for several
weeks straighening out the kinks on
many colored heads and making
them as soft and as straight as the
hair that adorns the head of any
Cuucassian.
They charge from two to four dol
lars according to the amount of wool
they have to work, and it is said
they have raked in quite a sum from
numerous colored women who would
like to be white if they could.
One of the women bears the name
of Ransom, while the other sports
the title of “Miss Johnson.’ ’
They are both colored, especially
the last named.
They make their headquarters out
on Fort street, near the corner of
Cain, at the home of a respectable
colord man by the name of Dupree.
They are both from Cleveland,
Ohio, and have been in the city for
several weeks visiting friends and
straigetening out refractory kinks.
A Journal reporter called at the
house where they are stopping and
asked to see one of them.
A thin-faced little woman, about
the color of ginger cake, and with
spectacles on her nose, came out and
introduced herself as Miss Johnson.
She said she was from the north,
up about Cleveland, Ohio, but she
did not care to advertise her business)
as she and her partner expected to
leave the city on the ist of March.
“And you can really straighten
kinky hair ?” asked the reporter.
“Ah, yes,” she replied, “Mistress
Ransom, my partner, and myself can
tak&the kinkiest head of hair and
make it as straight and soft as that
of any white person.”
“Will it stay straight ?”
“I can't say as to that, but we can
straighten it.”
“How do you do it?”
“Well, we use a machine and sev
eral other things. We learned the
secret in Cleveland, and as we were
on a visit here we operated on the
heads of a few of our friends, but we
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dont care to advertise our business
as we are not prosecuting it here for
pay-
“Yes it is a new idea,” continued
the woman, with an effected laugh
and toss of her head that liberated
from beneath the shawl around it a
dyspeptic looking lock of hair that
had evidently once been kinky, but
was now straight in its own weak
way. “It is a new idea, but you
know the world is growing weak
er and wiser.”
A great many of the colored peo
ple in that section of the city have
been to the new idea women of the
north, so the reporter was informed,
and have paid from two to four dol
lars to have their wool made straight.
—Atlanta Journal.
A savant estimates that the num
ber of persons drowned in the va
rious waters of the world since the
creation is 156.000.000.
HAPPENINGS HERE AND THERE
Related to Our Readers in the Short
est Manner Possible.
A high school teacher in a Kenne
bec (Me.) town sits young ladies of
17 on the floor as a punishment, and
aids them by tripping when reluctant
to take the assigned position.
Charles Ridgeley, of Springfield,
111., has purchased the stallion Chit
wood, a six-year-old chestnut, by
Nutwood, dam Margaret Wilkes, by
George Wilkes It is said the price
was $15,000.
Those towns that declare barbed
wire fences a nuisance are right in
forbidding them. No gentleman of
leisure can sit long enough on a
barbed-wire fence to do much whit
ling or expectorating.
A benzine explosion in the works
of the Enterprise Manufacturing
Company, at Akron, 0., so seriously
burned Miss Nellie S. Cruse that she
will die. The building took fire,
causing a loss of $15,000; insured.
Fifteen sticks of giant powder ex
ploded at Wifleg’s tunnel near Koko
mo, Col. Wm. Young and John An
derson were torn to pieces. John
Johnson and a man named McLeod
were terribly injured. Two others
were slightly injured.
The entire front of a double two
story building in Allegheny, ^‘a., was
blown out by an explosion of natural
gas. Half a dozen people were se
riously injured. It is supposed the
high water flooding the cellar caused
a leak in the gas pipes.
A West Virginian claim's to have
discovered a cave filled with boxes of
gold, diamonds and rubies—enough
to load two freight cars —but he
won’t give it away for less than $5,-
000 cash down. He doesn’t want
to be mean, but he just won’t do it,
that’s all.
A lover cf the weed says that the
man who says that tobacco injures
the system can’t prove it except in
isolated cases. A Boston physician
lias kept track of seven users and
seven non-users, all business men,
and in ten years the seven non-users
have aged the fastest and called in
his services the oftenest.
Henry Gaines loved Mary Wil
liams, of Kentucky. As the match
was opposed, both agreed to take
poison on a certain night and meet
in that fair land where Kentuckians
are such strangers. Before the hour
arrived, however, Henry fell off a hay
stack and broke his leg, an I Mary’s
mother found the poison and cuffed
her up to a peak.
A two-year-old child of William
Petty, of Hendricks county, Ind.,
was playing with a bottle of benzine
Tuesday night near a hot stove. The
bottle broke, the contents poured
over the child and ignited. The
child was burned to death. Its
mother, in trying to subdue the
flames, was terribly burned about the
hands and face.
A drouth of many weeks’ duration
is reported from Springfield, 111. Cis
terns and wells are dry, and streams
are very low. In response to hun
dreds of applications for relief, the
city authorities have provided a num
ber of partable tanks to haul water
into the drouth-stricken districts.
Reports from the surrounding coun
try are to the effect that the streams
and wells are lower than {.bey have
been for years, and farmers complain
that their stock is suffering for water.
One of the miners in a coal camp
three miles from Canyon City, Col.,
returning * from a hunting trip the
other day set his shot-gun by the side
of the house and went inside. A
man named Seaman picked up the
gun, and pointing it at John Fitch,
who was sitting on the doorstep,
said “Look out!” and fired. The en
tire charge of shot struck Fitch in the
left eye, tearing of the entire top of
his head. Seaman was arrested and
claims that he did not know that
there was a charge in the gun.
{ SI.OO A YEAR
“Papa. Mamma is head.”
A party of men were sitting in the
back room of a West End saloon play
ing poker a few nights ago. There
were five in the game and the limit
was 50 cents, made small because
the players were working men, who
had dropped in to pass the evening
over beer and cards.
Things went on slowly for the first
hour, when the beer commenced to
get its work in, the winners shoving
their chips out more boldly, which
made the losers play more desper-
ately.
So far the biggest loser was a red
faced, burly sort of a man, known as
Jim Robertson, who lives with his
family not a great distance from the
stock yards. He is a heavy drinker,
and the more beer he drank the more
reckless he played and the deeper
he got into the hole. At the loss of
every pot he swore and cursed his
luck and the good luck of others.
The clock struck 10 when a thin
faced boy of 10 or j 2 years approach
ed the table, and stepping up to
Robertson, said:
“Pa, ma wants you.”
“All right; I’ll be there soon,” was
the gruff answer, and with that the
boy left the room and the game
went on, the players hardly noticing
the interruption.
Quick and often went the drinks,
and livelier than ever went the chips.
An hour later two of the players were
in the hole to the extent of $8 to $9
each, while Jim was in deeper than
any of them. The winners were
quite merry over their luck and rush
ed the jack pots with considerable
vigor. Then, as the hands of the
clock were edging toward the mid
night hour, one of the players said:
“Let’s play ten 50-cent jack pots
and quit.”
“That’s me,” said Jim; ‘I think I
can win out if you do.”
“It’s a go,” echoed the’others.
Two red chips, each 50 cents, $2.50
in the pot and only 50 cents to draw.
What a temptation to the loser seek
ing to get even.
And the loser was in every pot,
before the draw, after the draw, in
everything save in raking down the
chips—that pleasure was left to the
winner only.
Five minutes to twelve o’clock,
and now comes the last pot.
“Let’a make this $1 each.”
“A dollar it is and $1 to open it”
“It’s a go, with a hurrah.”
And Jim opens the pot.
He is raised.
Perhaps its only a blind to keep
the others out. If so, it doesn’t work,
as the pot is to big, and the others
drop in with $2 each. Then Jim
scans his hand like a true sport, looks
at his chips, and, seeing that he has
only two reds and a few whites left,
goes into his pockets and brings out
a V, the remainder of a twenty that
he had brought in early in the even
ing, his whole week’s earnings, and,
with the grace of an old-time win
ner, says;
“Play for three.”
“Play for four,” says the next, the
man who had made the original
raise.
The"others concluded it best to
drop out. They were not in it.
Shook hands. Had no business
there.
“Play for five,” says Jim.
“Six,’’says the other.
“Play for the balance in the bill,”
says Jim, calling sight
“Yes”
“Well, cards?”
“Don’t want any,” says Jim.
“Nor I. What have you got ?”
“King high straight.”
“No good; ace high flush here.”
“ and !”
Just then a boy stepped up to the
table. It was the same lad who had
called before, but his face was
ghastly white and his eyes were wet
with tears. As he came up he
touched Robertson on the shoulder,
and, in a low voice, but heard by
every one present, said.
“Papa, mamma is dead !”
T. T. Shuptrine & Bro., wholesale and re
tail druggists, Savannah. Ga., say. “We
have sold lots of Johnson’s Tonic for La
Grippe, and bear nothing but favorable re
ports.” •
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