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This is picnic week. The year is about half gone. Couple out near Vickers school house trying to agree. Watermelons plentiful, and I’ve just had my quinine bottle filled. Mattie Kirkland, up at W'ray, is trying to pull in another fellow. A great many people want to get into law but don’t want to pay cost. Mineola Cone pretends to not re member anything about the Irwin county boy. Arloe Cothern and Carlie Herrin, Nicholls, Rfd. No. 1, are studying up some more mischief. As soon as I saw the long, slim envelope last Tuesday, I knew I had a letter from Melva. Yes, I am going to run for Justice of the Peace this fall, and Tom Young has commenced canvassing his end ■of the district for me. A man has friends just as long as he has money or influence; when these are gone he is seldom spoken to by his former friends. Henry Vickers brought me a fine melon last Saturday. I don’t know how much it weighed, but I know how it tasted. Thank you, sir. Lucena Spivey sends no letter for two weeks. Reckon I better write to Papa Henry and find out what is holding her up on the shelf. There will be a big rally at Arnie school house , tomorrow, the Bth. I am going out there and see if 1 can find Emma, Mary and Bettie. Mr. W. T. Cliett and little son came lugging in a nice watermelon Monday morning. It was not a big melon, but was of excellent flavor. Joe Melvin, of Burkettown, has a sleeping place made in a China tree, where he sleeps every night. It’s a good and roomy place and he wants a cook. What’s that? “John Dorsey spent a pleasant afternoon with Minnie Burkett last Sunday.” Now, here, John, you keep away from there, you hear me? Cauley Sutton, from ’Coochee, was over here last Monday. Crops are in fine condition over his way, he says, and the girls are getting better look ing every day. Mrs. Henry Vickers was in town Monday, and said there would be some singing out there before long, she had some old mules, and I was going to be there. What you reckon Leonard Hayes, down at Hayestown, keeps fooling around Gussie Herrin, for? Was there again Saturday. He’s worse than a sticking plaster. One of the most appreciated letters of the past ten days, was the one re ceived last Tuesday from my esteem ed chum, Melva Corbitt., 1 hops I’ll see her at Arnie today. Some of the girls are writing to me about their sweethearts having gone to the army, and wants to know what they must do abuot t? “Wait ’till the cruel war is over.” Myrtice Paulk gave an ice cream supper last Saturday night in honor of her cousin from Broxton. There was a good crowd present, and all seemed to have a nice time. Now, here’s another case of the same kind. Cecil Pharr, down on Rfd. No. 1, kept so close to Ethel Cothern last Sunday, that she couldn’t DRINK TOdL Lo@yo[§) IF®©® Made from universally known cereal food products by a natural process of extraction. ORDERS WILL RECEIVE PROMPT ATTENTION AUGUSTA ICE ITBEVERAGE CO. AUGUSTA, GA. Uidfe Mmh Note !>®©lk By J M. Freeman £hon B E °™ 2 get her Sunday school lesson. Alma Moore promised to write to me regularly every week, but didn’t keep her promise last week. She sent me some melons, however, and that does mighty near as well. Every time I see an automobile with the glass on one lamp knocked out, it reminds me of an old fisher man I once knew who got into a fight and had one eye knocked out. Alma Moore, up on No. 4, did not write to me last week, but sent me some fine cantaloupes. Cantaloupes are very nice, but would be better if salted down with a nice newsy letter. Mr. J. A. Moore and his pretty lit tle daughter, Alma, up on No. 4, have my thanks for a 38-pound wate? melon and some cantaloupes. And they are the very nicest and largest I have seen. Up in Atlanta a lady sued her hus band for divorce and got it, and then she sued for alimony. The judge said as her former husband had en listed for the war in Mexico she couldn’t get it. Jacob Purvis, an old friend of mine, and his son, T. M. Purvis, of Willa coochee, Rfd. No. 1, near Lax, were in to see me last Wednesday. They are mighty nice people, and I prize their friendship. Dan Ricketson was in town last Monday, and said the heavy rains have raised seventeen mile creek en ough to let the fish left in it, swim, but there wasn’t but one, and he came very near catching that one. Susie Dorsey, down the road from Nicholls, says if the boys won’t say. anything she will, and she had Ira Burkett in a close place last Sunday. This is leap year you know, and it is not known how it will all work out. The “Old Lady” said last weeek that I did not go to the camp meet ing, up near her house. Certainly not; it was too far to walk, and she only offered me a pallet to sleep on out on the piaza. I’d gotten fleas on me. Annie Gillis, down near Stokesville, says “she wouldn’t marry a man to save his life that wouldn’t keep the mud cleaned off his automobile.” What? You didn’t say it, well, you thought it anyhow, and I don’t blame you. Thomasville has a company of ne groes that have offered their services for the war in Mexico. They should be accepted; hte negroes have as much right to fight for their country as any body, and when they try, make good soldiers. It is rumored that the capital of Georgia is to be moved away from Atlanta to Macon, and that John Lupo has the contract. It is not known whether he will pull it down the Dixie Highway, or take a short cut thru the woods. My two chums down near Nicholls says “We read the Enterprise, and can hardly wait from one Saturday to the next to get the Note Book.” Now, girls, you just said that be cause you knew I wrote the Note Book, and you wanted to give me some taffy. Frances and Ethel Corbitt have not written a line to me since the school closed. Now, when they see me [they’ll say they wrote to me every other day, and if you look in their THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DO UGLAS. GEORGIA, JULY 8, 1916. desk will find two or three unfinished letters that were never mailed. That is just like a girl. Well, I have not bothered Tom Young in a long time, and when I was up at Broxton this week, I tried to find out something about him, but no one knew anything, except that he is known as the sheep man. He hunts sheep, runs sheep until he smells like sheep, and has a decided sheepish look in the eye. David Tanner was in town last Monday, and said when he went home he was going to tell Mrs. Tanner “not to let him come to Douglas again without bringing me a load of roast ing ears and other t! ings too numer ous to mention.” Well, if he does tell her this, I may get something, but if 1 have to depend on him my chances are slim. Katamaciiernana Mobley, who, with her sister, Rebecca, was down here a few days ago, promised to write me the news, and since her return home has been writing to others here in town, but not me. Now, since she has shown herself so upity, I’m go ing to ask Rebecca to write me the news. Oh, ho, how you like that, Miss Katamachunana ? Lone Jack, in Willacoochee Record, must read the Note Book close. In his last letter he wants to know: “Say, Uncle Jim, can’t I go with you and the sistern when you quit mortal sphere? I love the sistern too, and I know I’ve got religion.” I am afraid of you, Jack, and so are the sistern* They say your religion is threadbare and needs patching. Homer and Mary Corbitt are teach ing the Sycamore school, two miles north of Pearson. Mary says there are a fine bunch of boys and girls in that school, and they all want to see me. She also wants me to announce that they are getting up an enter tainment for July 13th—Thursday night—to which everyone is invited, the proceeds to be used for the ben efit of the school. Tom Morris says he thinks the lard can and lead pipe still that the negro had when captured at Lax by Dave Ricketson some time ago, was the one Ben Morris and Tom Douglas formerly used, in the head of the branch, near the old gin house. Ben was in town Monday trying to get Dave to let him have it back, but couldn’t make the deal: Dave was afraid of the grand jury. Kin Starling says he is going to send me the money for the Enter prise as soon as he gets located, and he also intends to write news for the Note Book every week. I think he is watching the paper to see if a certain girl gets married while he is away. Bet if she does he’ll get mad and try to kill every Mexican he can get his hands on. Poor devils, I hope she won’t get married. Mathew Kite says “I wish to good ness it would quit raining.” Two weeks ago he said: “If we don’t get some rain soon I’ll be dinged if crops don’t ruin.” Never can please some people. If he was to fall down, hit a rock with his mouth, knock out a tush or two, split his upper lip and gouge one eye out, he’d growl about that! He’s always fussing, and he’s learned Bessie to do the same. Arlo Cothern and Cadie Herrin, out on Nicholls Rfd. No. 1, told their homefolks they were going for a walk last Saturday afternoon, and an hour afterward were found in Joe Tanner’s watermelon patch. Parties on both sides are trying to settle the matter and no warrants have been issued up to this writing. Looks like I can’t keep these two girls out of trouble —always in some mischief. Mr. W. M. Peterson, who has one of the nicest places in the county, nine miles above Broxton, says he wants to sell it. It has four hun dred acres of land, a fine farm, and he’ll sell it for five thousand dollars. If it was mine I wouldn’t take double that for it, for it has Rocky Creek and the “Rocks” on it, fine places to fish, have picnics and duck the girls. On it right now, is one of the finest crops in the county. Roy Paulk goes too see his girl out on Willacoochee Rfd. No. 1 every Sun day and Wednesday nights. The mule he uses must be an educated one, for he will stand in the lot or tied to the fence until 10 o’clock Wednesday night without making any noise, af ter that time he will begin to bray and whicker. On Sunday nights that mule stands perfectly quiet until 11 o’clock, one hour later than in the week, and after that time begins some noise. Last Sunday night the mule gave the usual signal at 11 o’clock; Roy came out to the front gate, out side, and Pearlie was on the inside, and swung on that gate until 11:30. Roy went to get the mule, it w r as gone, and he had five miles to walk. The gate sags when you open it, and had to be patched up Monday morn ing. Well, well, girls and boys will spark—they can’t help it—it’s in the blood. Kin Starling, who went from this county and enlisted in the army at Savannah, has reached the concen tration camps at Macon, and on the 4th wrote me a letter, which I re . :I‘ ca that c : irg. He writes a little meloncholly, and wants me to tell the girls that the boys who have gone to the army from this county, did not do so because they wanted to get rid of them, but did so because they thought there might be war, and that it was the duty of the boys to protect the girls. Anyone wanting to write to him, his present address is Kin Starling, Company K, First Infantry, National Guards, Macon, Ga. He says he “wants me to kiss all the girls bood bye for him, write him a long letter and send him the kisses.” He’s crazy; I’ll write him a letter, but if he wants any girls kissed he’ll have to wait until he comes hom,e and do his own kissing. I’m not in that business; the last one I kissed tried to bite me. Dog-gone her. I wanted to go to the picnic at the “Rocks” on the 4th, and left Douglas at 7 o’clock on a Chero-Cola truck, Preston Burkett at the wheel, loaded with Chero-Cola, ice and Frank Mc- Lane. About seven miles above Broxton the truck got stuck in the mud. Frank and Preston went off for help, the former never came back, but D. M. Peterson and H. C. Rigsby came back with Preston and pulled us out. When we got to the “Rocks” at 12:15, the people had gone, so we came back to Mr. Peterson’s where Mrs. Peterson gave us a good dinner and we forgot our troubles, for we found Misses Viola Peterson, Mary Peterson, Rose Peterson, Mary Smith Belle Smith, Emma Jane Smith, and Messs.r Burnie Lott, Golden Lott, Warren and Even Smith, the organ was going in full tune, and the girls were some good singing. The boys were not doing a thing, as usual, but try to look innocent and pretty, but made a fearful failure. I haven’t time or space to say all I want to today, but may tell some things I know about them later. The four boys couldn’t figure out how to court all six of the girls, and keep all of W This is the package /-s * Vt| that holds the /rT/Jis rf/ / % \i V - I that do for w . smokers what no other cigarette has ever done for them before—they satisfy % and yet they’re MILD W CIGARETTES tfot{SAftSFJ[ { % 0 10 for 5c and yet they're MILD Also packed - '** © 20 for 10c • them in a good humor. It is a pret ty tough job. An old skunk up here at Broxton, was reading the Note Book in some one else’s paper, asked the question if old Freeman thought “all the girls in the country cared anything for him.” He never read anything in that borrowed paper that said that “I claimed they did, for I never asked but one in my life if she loved me, and that was fifty years ago last Thursday, and her eyes looked clear and blue when she answered that she did. Fifty years have passed since that day with all their sunshine, sor row and trials, and we are getting along today as well as then. She is some older than when I first asked her if she loved me, but she is just as earnest, just as dear, and while her eyes are not as bright as they were, they look just as steady and true. She said she loved me, and she has proven it. My chums are made of the same metal, and I love them (have not asked them to love me) as I have cared for their parents before them, hoping to amuse, instruct, and show them that it is a sorry world when we can’t care for one another. If the old skunk is answered, all right, if he is not, no one cares. I do not. know his real name, but Mr. Pridgen may know who I mean. God bless the girls—they are the cream of the world —I do love them, and nothing on earth can keep me from it. ANNOUNCEMENT. BORDEN WHEELER SPRINGS HOTEL, Borden Springs, Ala., is now open for guests. Water has excep tional medicinal value for stomach and bowel troubles, Bright’s disease and diabetis, and prostatic troubles so common to the overworked. Located in the foot-hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Write for literature. MR. J. S. LOTT SELLS AEMERICAN Wire Fence. Car just received. EXCURSION TO FLORIDA G. S. & F. RY. TUESDAY, JULY 11TH. On Tuesday, July 11th, the G. S. & F. Ry. will operate its Annual Summer Excursion to Florida. This, excursion will be operated ni two sections, leaving Cordele 12:34 p. m., and 2:03 p. m., and reaching Jackson ville 7:55 p. m., and 8:50 p. m., res pectively. The following excursion fares will apply from Cordele: Jack sonville, $3.00; St. Augustine, $3.50; Tampa and St. Petersburg, $5.00; Miami, $13.00; Jacksonville and St. Augustine, tickets will be limited 5 days; Tampa and St. Petersburg, tickets 6 days; Miami, tickets 8 dpr*' Through Pullman sleeping cars be operated from Cordele to Tampa. Tampa will be reached at 7:00 a. m. and St. Petersburg at 8:00 a. m. Wed nesday, July 12. Passengers for St. Augustine and Miami will remain in Jacksonville over night, leaving via F. E. C. Ry. at 9:30 a. m., July 12, arriving St. Augustine 10:40 a. m., and Miami 11:30 p. m. For further information relative to this excursion write J. W. Jamison, T. P. A., or C. B. Rhodes, G. P. A., Macon, Ga. FOR SALE. I have 130 acres of good farm land east of Doerun, Ga., a two-horse farm in cultivation, a good new wire lence around it. It is good red clay pimply land, a settlement on it, good school and churches close. 3 miles from Doerun, Ga.; 2 miles from Jack son, Ga.; 9 miles from Moultrie, Ga.; on Georgia Northern Railroad, and National Highway. Will sell very cheap for cash. If you haven’t got the cash, will sell for part down and good time on balance For further information, write N. M. Malpas, Douglas, Ga., or come to see me at Ashley-Price Lumber Co. Mill.