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Umd® Jam's Somebody is going to get married today, tonight, tomorrow or some other time. Mrs. C. W. Corbitt, of Broxton, and two of the pretty children, were in town last Tuesday. Lucina Spivey hasn’t written to me in two weeks, and owes me a letter. Wonder if she is sick? Don’t matter how much trouble you have, keep a smile on your face. The world don’t want to hear about your troubles. Frank McKinnon has a fine crop of everything this year. He always makes a good crop, but seldom ever admits it. The train leaves Douglas at seven o’clock Friday morning for Dixie Lake Park. Get your license, tickets and girl, and I’ll do the rest. Mark McKinnon was in town last Saturday. Well, he has his crop in good condition, and I don’t mind him having one day off in each week. The Nicholls Singing Convention comes, as usual, on the second Sun day in October. Mike ( arter from Rockingham, promised to meet me there. My three pretty chums, Lettie, Nola and Ella Meeks, came to see me since our last: I can prove it by my self that they grow better looking every day. The editors of the Pearson Tribune and Ware County News have exchang ed places. In either case it is a swap ping of the devil for a witch, and vice-versa. George Vickers says his watermel ons are too big to get into the buggy. And I thought George Vickers was too good a fellow to split his blanket up so bad. Bill Right and Cora, of Broxton, Were n town Wednesday. Cora look ed sheepsh, and was obliged to con fess that she and her fellow had been swinging on the front gate. The Pearson Tribune refers to me as the ugliest “man in Georgia.’’ Those who know the editor can easily discover an attempt to transfer his only honorable distinction. Sit down, buddie. The Douglas Singing Convention will be held in this city on the second Sunday in September. That is not long for my little black-eyed, 97- pound girl of Millwood to pick out her fellow. After this week the town will al most go dead. The schools are out and the boys ad girls have gone home. God bless them; it is hoped they found the loved ones at home well, happy and contented. “The Old Lady,” up at Ambrose, didn’t write to me last week. Mak ing pies and custards, and cooking ginger cakes for Sunday, 1 reckon. The preacher’s coming. Lordy, don’t I wish I was a preacher! Letha Starling was in town on last Friday, brushed right by me, had her nose up in the air, and didn’t speak. Now and then you see a partridge in a pine tree, but he comes to the ground as soon as possible. Willie and Mrs. Durst are counting on their fingers how long it will be before we go back to Ambrose. Those Ambrose people are among the best in the world, and every one that goes there once wants to return. There were a good many pretty girls here last week attending the Epworth League convention, from all parts of the state, but none of them surpassed our Coffee county girls. It just can’t be done, that’s all. The man in the amen seat at church who wears a long face, and exclainu “Amen” to everything the preacher says, is not the most devout Christian there every time. The meanest cow stealer I ever knew-, was that kind of a fraud. Mr. nd Mrs. Baker, who live up on No. 1, were n town Tuesday. Mr. Baker didn’t invite me to come to see him but his wife did, and as an in ducement promised me plenty of watermelons. Mr. Baker always was a little selfish. Editor Brooks, from Sandersville, Ga., was here last week. First time I’ve seen him since the press conven tion at Americus in 1910, and I can’t say he has improved in looks, and tell the truth, but he certainly does not look much older. The man that wears a tattered shirt, patched britches and run-down shoes, very often carries a better heart than the one with the stylish palm beach suit, swagger tie, silk hat and glossed tanned shoes. It is a fool that judges a man by his clothes. Mrs. Archie McKinnon was in town Tuesday, but Archie was not with her 1 know he was not at work, for that is against his religion, but he may have been at home fussing with some one to get them to work, while he ate a green watermelon. C. J. Gregory, living up on No. 1, was in town Saturday, and said his children just had to have the Note Book, and gave me the money. I have him on the book and the children and myself will keep him there. Come to see me, children, and let s talk it over and go fishing. A postal from Fannie Cromer, of Mclntosh, Fla., last Wednesdy, says she expects to come to see us before a great while. Dear little girl, she and Ruthie, two of my Florida chums, the latter here now, and the other coming. Good notion to throw my hat up on the confederate monument. Thomas Byrd was in town on last Tuesday for the first time in some weeks. I think the homefolks have driven him out on the piaza to sleep at night, the moon shone on his face while he slept with eyes half-closed and gave him a case of sore eyes. He wears a blind-bridle now, with a blue shade. Rocher Chappell has been down in the mouth all the week, seems to have a very heavy case of the blues. The little Epworth League girl that he was sticking to like a sick kitten to a hot brick all last week, has gone home. Poor boy’ I know how it is, but if you will go off and mix up with some other girls you may come a round all right. I was compelled to rush the copy for the Note Book this week, because the boys in the office wanted to got off on the picnic at Dixie Lake Park, and lh< Enterprise goes to pre's on Thursday instead of Friday. I am going to tell all about the picnic next week, because the railroad boys and their families are my special friends, whether they know it or not. I saw a girl from Ocilla in town this week, and told her of my recent trip to her town. She replied that “lots of boys and girls around Ocilla knew Unclfe Jim, and they would like for me to print an Ocilla Note Book.” That would be nice, but these Coffee county girls are jealous natured, and would be mad as blue blazes if I said too much about the pretty Ocilla girls Myrtice Scott, up here at Sylves ter, a card says: “Millie, Johnie and Charlie are just recovering from the fever, and I am afraid 1 am going to be sick myself. I wish you were here to eat plums, blackberries and drink butter-milk.” Yes, I wish I was there with my quinine bottle. That’s the best thing I know to cure sick [ ness caused from eating plums and blackberries. I met Mrs. Oliver McKinnon, for merly Miss Ethel Kirkland, last Tues day, for the first time since I snap ped the buckle that fastened her and Oliver together, last Christmas. Be fore her marriage she was No. 38, on my red book, and was one of my best correspondents. Being married does not change her, she is the same quiet, pleasant little woman, and if there is a couple on earth that I wish w r ell it is Ethel and Oliver. Mr. and Mrs. Willie Durst, Mrs. Smith and Archie Roberts, went down to Nicholls last Sunday after noon for a \isit to Mr. nd Mrs. Rob erts, Archie’s parents. They made the trip in Mr. Durst’s splendid little motor car, and report a nice time. In fact, Durst says there “will be a re union of the Roberts family down there on the 4th of July, he is one of the family and will go down.” I bet he will for he can smell a good din ner for teh miles, if the wind is right, and it is sure to be right on that date. A man that received two dollars to vote against me at the last primary wanted to borrow a dollar last Satur day. He borrowed 50c from me be fore the primary, to have a prescrip tion filled for his sick wife, also 50c to pay for his dinner at the restaur ant. He will probably want someone to stand his bond to keep from going to jail after the grand jury convenes, and will want the Douglas Ice Fac tory to ship him a load of ice to keep his tongue cool when the devil gets him. Hell is the very place for peo ple that will buy and sell votes, Charlie Stewart does a good deal of work, introducing bills for this and that, but he never does anything to insure cost in civil and criminal mat ters for Justices of the Peace, and they do more work, and get less for it than any other officers in the coun ty. 1 have amended the law myself so that in all misdemeanor cases war rants must be paid for in advance, and that goes too. Less warrants are issued when they have to pay, there js less jail fees for the county to pay, less court expenses and more THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DO UGLAS, GEORGIA, JUNE 24, 1916. I money for the officers who isue them. The public will remember this. In ! misdemeanor cases, no money no wav i rant. The law don’t compel us to issue them. A girl up here near Baxley, Emma j Shepherd, says she “was at St. Si i mons Island last Sunday week, and | looked everywhere for you. I know I you are sorry you wasn’t there.” No, j I’m not. I’ve quit going in washing 'with strange girls; one tried to ride ;on my back last year, and I’m not i letting any girl sit on my back while I swim, and when she wanted to go to the right pull my right ear, to the deft pull my left ear, to stop nearly pull my head off, and to start kick !me in my sides with her heels. Let | her get a pair of gourds, tie them to gether, put ’em under her arms, lie down in the water and kick, and I hope they’ll work back, get fastened to her feet and duck her. No, I don’t want to go in wahing with no such girl. Dog-gone her! There is a little girl down at Al ma who has it in her little 16-year old head that I have nothing to do but go around with her and other children and have a big time. Here is her letter, but I won’t tell her name: “Uncle Jim, what is the rea son you won’t com edown here and go to our sing, go fishing with us, and remember that we have a right to have you with us as mcuh as Mill wood has, and you went there, and have a lot to say about those girls. Two of our girls are going to Doug las in a car before long, when water melons are ripe, and when they come back home you will be sitting on the rear seat with one of them on each side of you. I want to know what you are going to do about that. Thel ma.” Well, now, Miss Thelma, if you are going to be one of those girls in the car, on that rear seat with me, I tell you right now, I will be afraid of falling out, and will have to swing on with one arm around a girl’s waist to keep from rolling all over the car. Come on gals, capture and carry me home with you right now. Pearson District Chums. One of my. Pearson district friends wants to know “if a new county is formed, with Pearson as the county site, if I will still keep Pearson and McDonald "chums on my old book?” I certainly will. Suppose a father raised a boy or girl, ad after a time that child wanted to branch out for itself, and the father, like all good fathers, cut off from his landed-es tate a nice piece of land, a home, for his child, and that child moved away beyond the boundaries set for his or her home? Would it be natural, or right, for that parent to ignore, cut off association with his child and off spring because he or she w'anted a home of their own ? Not if he was a true, loving father, without selfish ness. Rather, he would tell his child, as he bade it good bye, with natural regret, “go, my child, and God bless you; make yourself a good home, I will come, or send one of my house hold, to tarry with you for a season, until you are accustomed to your surroundings, and then you shall come to me when you can. You have been a dutiful child, helped me with the building of (Coffee county) our home, and I am in debt, but I shall not expect you to help me foot the bill.” No, Bessie, Belle, Georgia, Myrtice, Eva, Emma, Francis, Mary, Melva and fifty others in that new proposed county have helped me make the Note Book what it is, and then names will be on my red book until they take them off themselves, and I give notice right now, that the Note Book will still cover the new county, and I’m going to love those girls as hard and true as God will let me. You have my answer, little girl. Ocilla, On the Dixie Highway. Ocilla is one of the prettiest, clean est towns on the Dixie Highway. I was with Mr. Durst the other Sunday, the 11th, and we had to stop there about thirty minutes for some atten tion to his car, and was pleased with its pretty streets, so nice and clean, and the clever, social people I met, and I never fail to meet them if they are about. I did not see Editor Flan ders, of the Star, because it was about 4 o’clock, and I expect he was at Sun day school, or ought to have been. I wish I could have seen more of this pretty town, as I was favorably im pressed with its people when I was £here as a delegate to an Odd Fel lows’ Convention a few years ago, and would like to have seen them again. * * * I did see, however, three pretty girls, and they thought they knew me but were not sure. They were not of the brazen kind, but eyed me closely, whispered to each other, looked over their shoulders at me again, smiled some of their cun ning four-dollar-and-seventy-five cents smiles, and went into a pretty house near the garage. I wish I could have gotten them into the car and brought them home with us. I know they would have had a nice time with the town full of Epworth League dele gate boys and grls. * * * I hap pened to remember while I stood un der the shelter of that tree that my old friend James W. Hanlon, once lived here, printed a good paper and THIS Ml SAYS HE FURIES WITH GRAVE FELL OFF UNTIL HE ONLY WEIGHED SEVENTY POUNDS. TAKES TANLAC AND GAINS TWENTY-ONE POUNDS. “I’ll tell you the truth; if I knew this Tanlac was not going to be sold any more I would buy every bottle on that counter over there before I left here tonight,” said W. A. Spitzer, at Patton-Pope’s Drug Store, Birming ham, recently. Mr. Spitzer is a well known painter employed by the Ten nessee Coal, Iron and Railway com pany, and resides at 910 South Sixty eighth street, Birmingham. “Before I began taking it I only weighed 135 pounds. Today I got on the scales and tipped them at 156 a gain of 21 pounds—and more than I ever weighed in my life. That’s ex actly what four bottles of Tanlac did for me. Just look at this belt! I had to let it up four inches, and it is still tight on me. “About seven years ago I commenc ed having stomach trouble, and it kept getting worse until I began hav ing attacks of acute indigestion. When these attaks came on me I would just swell up like a mule with the colic, and got as limp as a rag. My breath would get snort, and my pulse so weak, I was afraid my heart would stop beating. The stomach pump had to be used every time, as this was the only thing that would relieve me. Finally my kidneys went back on me, and I don’t believe I. was out of pain night or day for four long years, and I actually got so weak loved these people, and for his sake I loved them the more. Jim and my self served our apprenticeships in the same printing office in Albany in the 1870’s, and then we branched off in different directions, and he spent his last days in Ocilla. Well, my old friend is gone, has written his last line, put it in type, passed the galley for correction to the great Proof Reader in the other world, and it is hoped He found no errors. May God bless the people of his home town— one of the prettiest on the Dixie High way. Cream Sales Doubled There must be a season, and the only way we can figure it out is that the people like it after trying it. If you have not tried it yet, phone us your order for a quart or gallon, which will be delivered right at your door the very -minute you want it there, and it will be frozen and delicious, ready for serving. Worth something, isn’t it? Remember, Pure Cream is the Word, And We Have it Douglas Icc Co. Phone 150 J. A. DORMINY, Mgr. I could hardly stand on my feet— much less work. I was fading away fast, and got down to where I only weighed 70 pounds. I was almost a walking skeleton, and I tell you I was flirting with my grave, and guess I would have been in it if it hadn’t been for Tanlac. For four years I couldn’t hit a lick of work. I guess I was as near dead as any man you ever saw to be alive. But, look at me now; I am strong and as well now as I ever was in my life, and can do as big a day’s work as any man. “Yes, sir, if ever a mortal man has been through the'rub I am the man. I have paid out, I guess, not less than $2,500 in the past six or seven years for doctors’ bills and medicines, and have bought enough medicine from drug stores in Birmingham to own an interest in one of them, and I was lucky not to have had an un dertaker’s bill to wind it all up. “I have been a painter all my life, and have had painter’s colic several times, so guess that had a lot to do with my condition!. Anyway, there seemed to be nothing that would straighten me out. Every time I heard of a new medicine I would get it. I read of Tanlac one day, and that’s one time I hit it right. That’s what saved me. Why, Tanlac has * just raised me right out of my grave. I can now eat anything, and actually I eat so much I get ashamed of myself. My landlady said the other day she would have to raise my board. I told her, though, She must remember that for four years she made money off of me, and that I was only making up for lost time. Why, seven or eight biscuits at a meal don’t satisfy me now, but I just quit at that for fear I will overdo matters, but every thing tastes so good to me now! And sleep!! why, I never would wake up if they didn’t come in and shake me. 1 haven’t a pain about me now.” Tanlac is sold exclusively in Doug las by the Union Pharmacy; in Willa coochee by Quillian’s Pharmacy; in Nicholls by the Johnson Pharmacy; in Pearson by Drs. Joe and C. W. Cor bett; and in Broxton by J. H. Rod denberry; in McDonald, Lochridge & Lawton; in West Green, Mack’s Drug Store. MAKE Switches, Pompadours, Braids, Transformations and other styles of hair goods Work guaranteed to stand combing (MISS) ISABELLA LESESNE HAIRDRESSER STOP IN ATLANTA AT HOTEL EMPIRE Opposite Union Depot on Pryor St. Renovated and refurnished throughout. Reservations made on application. Hot and cold water, private baths, electric lights and elevator. First class accommodations at moderate prices. Rooms 50c anVup JOHN L. KDMONPSON. Prop. PEOPLE ASK US what is the best hair tonic. We al ways recommend HAIR TONIC We know the formula and it is a good one. Sold only by us, 50c and SI.OO. Oliver’s Pharmacy.