Newspaper Page Text
The Hartwell Sun
—Established 1876 —
LEON MORRIS & LOUIE L. MORRIS
Editors Publishers Proprietors
Entered in the Post Office at Hartwell,
Ga., as Second Class Mail Matter.
Member
Georgia Press Association
Eighth District Press Association
National Editorial Association
PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY
Subscription Rates —In Advance
One Year .. $2.00
Six Months .. — 1.00
Three Months .50
Foreign Advertising Representatives
in New York City: American Press
Association. 225 West 39th Street.
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1924
• **.** « * * * *
* SOME SUN *
* SCINTILLATIONS *
* LL.M. ♦
* ♦ * * ♦ ♦ * * • *
lUk BIBLE THOUGHT
For This Week—* .
Bible Thoughts memorized, will prove a 1
pnceleM heritage in after years.
miniipnnuiniiian~3iii^>^^^gnin hit: rnrrinn nyr u t
AS A MOTHER COMFORT:—As
one whom his mother comforteth, so
will I comfort you.—lsaiah 66:13.
o
Roasting the other fellow some
times gets you in a stew.
o
When a fellow says “Well, don’t
worry,” he usually means don’t worry
him.
—o ..
These days it’s much easier for the
minister to fill his appointment than
the church.
o
“The midnight oil that once edu
cated now lubricates, as it were,”
says old Joseph Jones.
The people who boast of their blue
blood are always surprised to find
that it’s all the same to a mosquito.—
Illinois State Journal.
Joe Jones says the only way you
can keep folks in a smhll town from
knowing your business is to not have
any business.
Every time a hen lays an egg she
she cackles. That’s advertising—and
you knows when and where to get the
egg.
—— o
Old Joseph Jones says you won’t
be locked up during the holidays for
getting too full of the grand old but
termilk.
~... o
We heard of a fellow the other day
who is trying to “come back.” And
he is evidently trying to bring old
booze back with him; he’ll never do
it.
o
One thing that encourages us con
siderably about our tottering civili
zation is that it’s always walked that
way, more or less.—Ohio State Jour
nal.
... - ■ o
"There was young rounder named Lou.
"Who made up a batch of home brew.
He took a wee nip.
Just a moderate sip.
Funeral—Monday at two.
The Bth-9th Districts Press As
sociation meets in Covington on
Friday. Trox Bankston states that
50 big fat hens have been prepared
for Rush Burton and Uncle John
Shannon, alone.
o
The National Publicity Edition of
The Sun is already being assimilated,
and will be the most elaborate and the
largest edition of this paper since its
establishment in 1876, over 40 years
ago. It will take weeks to get it out.
The dead-line on receipt of copy and
ads will very likely be set for January
Ist, if we can accomplish the prelimi
nary work in that length of time. The
printing will then take up about two
weeks.
o— — —— " -
We’ll Get You One, Too, Jim
Louie Morris, of the Hartwell Sun,
come out in the last issue advertis
ing for a wife for a South Carolina
editor. Louie says this fellow sleeps
all day and works all night and
should be a great attaction for some
Hart county girl. Poor fellow. Does
it take a fellow like that Louie to
get married?—Cleveland Courier.
o
A salesman came to see us one day
recently smelling like a sour apple,
evidently after a try-out on some of
the 1924 brand of liquor. He might
as well have talked to the moon as
far as selling anything, although his
article was meritorious. No sales
man can sell us if he smells like a
chemist’s shop, caused by partaking
of this modern stuff. Now, if he'd
been full of the grand old buttermilk
we’d a never thought a thing about
it
o
A Christmas Thought
As ye would that men should do
to you, do ye also to them likewise,
and if ye love them that love you,
what thank have ye? For even sin
ners love those that love them. And
if ye do good to them that do good
to you, what thank have ye? For
even sinners do the same, and if ye
lend to them of whom ye hope to
receive, what thank have ye? For
sinners even lend to sinners, to re
ceive again as much. But love your
enemies, and do them good, and lend,
never despairing; and your reward
shall be great, and ye shall be sons
of the Most High, for He is kind to
ward the unthankful and evil. Be
ye merciful even as your Father is
merciful. Freely ye received, freely
give.—Jesus.
FATHER AND SON
Traveling on a railroad train re
cently, a properous business man said
to Leigh Mitchell Hodges, the well
known writer: “Would you like to
know what I’m going to give my boy
for Christmas?”
Hodges said, “Yes,” and thought
what a costly present that father
could afford to give his boy. The
gentleman pulled out his purse and
took from it a piece of paper which
he handed to Hodges. On the paper
was written:
“To my dear son: I give you one
hour of each week day and two hours
of my Sundays, to be yours, to be
used as you want them, without inter
ference of any kind whatsoever.”
Hodges silently reflected: “I won
der how that boy will feel and what
he will think when on Christmas
morning he reads that slip of paper.
If he is just an average boy, he will
be very much dissatisfied. If he is
an unusual boy, he’ll will realize that
his father has given him something
that he can never repay."
“Tell me,” said Hodges, “how did
you happen to hit upon the idea of
giving such an extraordinary pres
ent?”
| The gentleman said: “The other
' day a young fellow whom I had not
seen since he was a kid about my
boy’s age, came into my office to
‘make a touch.’ His face and bearing
carried the tell-tale marks of idle
ness and dissipation. He was simply
a human derelict. ‘Robert!’ I ex
claimed in amazement, ‘to see you
like this!—and you with such a
father!’ ”
“Well, I’ve often heard that dad
was a fine man,” the boy answered.
“All his friends have told me so. I
never knew him. He was so much
occupied with his business and his
clubs that I only saw him occasion
ally at meals. I never really knew
him.”
- o
A LITTLE FUN—
Natural
Maudie: “What’s wrong with the
car? It squeaks dreadfully.”
Jimmie: “Can’t be helped. There’s
pig iron in the axles.”
• —o —
Tit For Tat
“Do I bore you?” asked the mos
quito politely as he sunk a half-inch
shaft into the man’s arm.
“Not at all”, replied the man,
squashing him with a book. “How
do I strike you?”
—o—
Fine For the Prisoner
“The next person who interrupts
will be expelled from the court,”
said the judge sternly.
“Hooray!” shouted the prisoner.
Well Dressed
Mrs. Smith: “i must dress at once,
dear, the Browns are coming to din
ner; shall I put on the percolator?”
Mr. Smith: “Don’t bother, you are
dressed well enough the way you
are.”
Personal
Professor Biology: “Where do bugs
go in winter?”
Absent-minded Student: “Search
me.”
Fine Tooth
Buyer: Have you any fine tooth
combs?
Seller: No, but we have some fine
tooth brushes!
.—o —
Reason Enough
Mother (to daughter)—“George is
such a fine young man. I told him
the other day that I looked exactly
like you when I was at your age.”
Daughter—“ Yes, and since then he
hasn’t been around.”
Getting ’em to Work
Seth Medders —“Well, well; ain’t
them your three hired men workin'
there in the field like chain light
ning? What under the sun have you
done to make ’em so energetic?”
Jake Grimm—“ Engaged a new
hired girl that’s pretty and says she
hasn’t got any use for a loafer.”
Her Favorite "Him”
Miss Teachem, wishing to arouse
the interest of her Sunday school
class, asked them each to write down
the name of their favorite hymn.
All the scholars bent their heads
over pencil and paper for a few
minutes and thn handed in their
slips. All, that is to say, except
Mary.
“Come, Mary,” the teacher said
“write down the name of your favo
rite hymn and bring the paper to
me.”
Mary wrote and with downcast
eyes and flaming cheeks, handed the
teacher a slip of paper bearing the
words:
“Willie Smith.”
It has been estimated that it costs
the American people $30,000,000 or
at the rate of 80 cents a vote to con
duct a national election.
o
In the United States there is a
doctor to every 724 persons; England
has one to 1,087 persons; while Cen
tral Eurone has onlv one doctor to
every 2,000 to 2,500.
Gamaliel Ratsey, a notorious bandit
whose deeds amazed England during
the sixteenth century, always wore a
hobgoblin mask which he made as
hideous as possible to terrorize his
victims.
o
Yellowstone National Park was dis
covered in 1807 by John Colter, a
trapper, who brought news of it to
St. Louis, where his story was doubt
ed. Later he was acclaimed the dis-
I coverer of “America’s Greatest Won
der.”
o
and Bible Answers
If Parents will encourage children to look up
and memorize the Bible Answers, it will prove p
in. a priceless heritage to them in after years H
' T7 "’gr?!!' mii"i”
What does God require of us? See
Micah 6:8.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., DECEMBER 12, 1924
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8.Jr.
Health is such a wonderful thing.
And yet, most of us go on from day
to day enjoying it, reveling in the
enthusiasm of living, getting a zest
out of surroundings, sitting back in
solid comfort, without giving a
thought to the fact that spiend’d
health is the reason for all this. It
takes a physical break-down to give
us our contrast.
I was thinking today what a far
reaching thing health was. It affects
every phase of our life and there is
j no one thing that it holds more in
fluence and power over than our
work—, our daily tasks. Personally,
when I am feeling good, and the old
digestive organs all in tune, and that
steady old servant, the heart, sending
out life-giving blood of activity to
all parts of the body, then it is, that
life is, indeed a song. The world
looks good to me. Salesmanship is
a privilege. My customers are
“princes.” Success comes easy. And
the disappointments are thrown aside
with a laugh of unconcern. On the
other hand, there are those days,
when through physical ailments
(though we may not realize it) that
we feel “out-of-sorts” and that our
work is a burden, and that people
in general are a nuisance, and that we
feel grouchy and unresponsive in
general—life has its “ups and downs”
—well, maybe that’s it. And as I
said at the beginning health plays an
important role in it. My humble
column in “The Sun,” from week to
week, be it ever so poor, varies, I
know. There are times when thoughts
refuse to come and when the spirit is
not there. One has to feel tip-top to
write. If there is not the mood, if
there is not the inclination, if the
feeling of a generous outlook on the
world is lacking, then one might as
well throw away paper and pen,
till that feeling is over. I write be
cause I like it. There is a pleasure
to me, in letting my thoughts take
whatever lane they will, and then
force them upon the written page.
But when I’m feeling tired, or per
haps blue, or not in the humor, I
might as well try and fly. So, kind
readers of “The Sun,” if at those
times you feel that “For What’s Its
Worth” isn’t “worth much,” just
blame it first of all on conditions
and my feelings, and read it with a
more sympathetic understanding.
I was in Colorado Springs Thanks
giving. That, of all cities in the
West, is a splendid place t<j spend
Thanksgiving. It is a beautiful city,
as far removed from'the sordidrtess
and dirt of Denver as though it were
hundreds of miles away. I have de
scribed its beauties before. I have
told of those stark, sheltering moun
tains that stand close by, “menacing
and yet protecting.” And I have
written of the beautiful city itself
and its fine people who live here.
All those things took new root in my
heart Thanksgiving day. I arose
early in the morning and with the
gentle breeze of a spring-like day,
sauntered down town. Down Tejon
street (pronounced “Te-hon”), a
street as straight as an arrow leading
to the business section. Past Acacia
park. With the beautiful Acacia
hotel facing it. Acacia park with its
benches of “sun-warmers,” poor
souls! The great majority pitifully
diseased and weakened with tubercu
losis. But we shudder and pass on.
Broad side-walks and a costinual
passing of fine looking folks. People
dress well here but it not altogether
that. There’s a look of refinement
and culture and education, downtown.
Shops with windows of art. Paintings
and sculpture and books. Never the
tawdry, inconsequential stuff. Al
ways, a touch of art and superiority
be it in a clothing shop or what not.
People, for the most part, have
money in Colorado Springs. There
are few industries, few manufacturer.
It is a spot where one, once accom-
S. L. Thornton Sanctions W. B. Mc-
Mullan and Others.
What Mr. McMullan wrote about
terracing is every word right, we
think. It is reassuring to the uplift
of the country to have such clear
cut expressions for betterment. The
great questions of immigration and
others will cease to be disturbing
whenever and wherever our pure
bred Americans really occupy. We
are thinking of a ghost story in The
Sun years ago. As is frequent, a
fellow was being tested as to his fear
of graveyards at night. In the path
way in a lonely cemetery a grave
was dug and covered with frail ma
terial. The hero stepping on it fell
into the grave. A voice aside in
sepulcharal tone uttered, “Keep out
of my grave” and got the instant re
ply, “Stay in it yourself." Also we
invite your second careful reading
of President Coolidge’s High Lights
in his message to Congress. Every
paragraph is strikingly constructive,
! especially contrasting the principles
lof merit as against the spirit of
i spoils. So folks, let us love and serve
i our time in a constructive way in
i every phase of ilfe.
As to saving our soil, it is a pub
lic duty as well as personal benefit.
Not only must we prevent washing,
leaching and erosion, but we must
correct the damage already done.
Instead of submitting, in a grouchy
pessimistic way. to gullies, galls and
other waste places we must repair
and upbuild them in away that the
damages may not be repeated. Every
low place on each terrace and one
or more of the weak points between
terraces should be built up above
level a permanent improvement. A
good implement for doing this work
' speedily is commonly called a horse
I scoop.
Let us hear from others on these
constructive lines. “In a multitude
of counsel there is wisdom.”
S. L. THORNTON.
o
It must be fine to be rich enough
to make leaders of charitable work
content with your moral support.—
Baltimore Sunday Sun.
plised the goal sought after, may sit
back in luxury and live in magnificent
surroundings with all the setting and
back-ground to go with it.
And it was Thanksgiving. A beaut
iful, warm day, not too warm—, just
crisp. The hurrying crowds and the
holiday spirit prevailing—who would
not be thankful on such a day!
Thanksgiving is the first flowering
of man’s life. Without it, to look for
the fruits is futility. Thanksgiving
is not of necessity a great blare of
trumpets. Nor is it to be found the
great shout of public acclaim. But
rather is it the still small voice in a
man’s heart. Without it, his work is
vain. Thanks is belief; thanks is
trust; thanks is courage; thanks is
joy. A man cannot be thankful un
less he believes somewhat in himself.
He cannot be thankful unless he has
some trust in his neighbors. He can
not be thankful unless he has courage
to pursue his career as he sees it.
He cannot be thankful unless he has
some joy in his work.
Thanksgiving is acceptance rather
than denial. One feels his thanks
giving before he can put it into
words. The resentful man is the
antithesis to the thankful man; you
cannot get him to do anything save
that which feeds his resentment. The
thankful man is the man who has it
in him to live in harmony and charity
with his neighbors; who has met life
in the open and found good battle
and is glad therefore in his heart.
Thanksgiving is belief; it is trust;
it is courage; it is joy—and it is love.
Os what use is man without thanks
giving?
A rather odd coincidence is, that
in all my travels these years, it is at
Colorado Springs that I have come
across two incidents of men changing
their names! The first case was a
young fellow four or five years ago
by the name of “Bleistein.” He was
a staunch American and his name
belied him and his friends kidded. So,
in time by taking the matter into
court he was legally allowed to
change the name to “Blitch.” The
other- case, in Colorado Springs too,
came to my attention this week. I
was introduced to another college lad
—, a Mr. “Cleese.” I thought that
funny enough but I learned later that
funny enough but I learned later that
until recently his name had been
“Cheese” and on account of its hu
morous sound, he had legally had it
changed to “Cleese.” And yet
Shakespeare once said “what’s in a
name!”
This is a terribly modern age. One
must of a fact, keep abreast of it
or be cast into hopeless oblivion.
There are those customs of behavior
and dress quite alright now-adays
which would have gjven all of us a
severe shock A tew years ago. There
is that freedom now of thought and
speech that has thankfully cast off
the shackles of useless boredom on
and the hypocricy of our living a few
years ago and yet, believer that I am
in this new era, I can’t quite get
use to the lack of modernity that
seems to prevail, everywhere. As Abe
Martin says, “T’day’s bashful girl is
one that’s more concerned about her
real complexion not showin’ than’she
is her knees.” Sitting around hotels,
in refined homes, on the trains, at
the station—, everywhere—, these
last few years I have talked with the
nicest and the most cultured of the
womenfolks. And it has been the
general rule, that most of them sat
there with their skirts pulled high
and their stockings rolled low and
a wide expanse of “bareness” show
ing. And they knew it. And ther«"
has always come over me a little feel
ing of disgust every time and a little
“cheapening” of the other party was
the result. If girls must roll ’em,
for the love of Mike, act the lady
with it!
SARDIS SCHOOL
The play and box supper went
off in fine style Saturday night. The
proceeds were double what was ex
pected. Much credit is due Miss
Corley and those participating in the
play. Mary Richardson and Grace
Neese deserve special mention for
the way they acted their parts.
A special feature of the program
was the music furnished by Messrs.
Freemon C. McClure and George
Sabodas of the University of Geor
gia. Mr. McClure can’t be surpassed
with his songs and guitar.
Mr. Sabodas is a graduate of the
Boston conservatory of music for
violin. He is probably the greatest
artist that ever drew a bow in Hart
county. He is the best the writer
has heard in many a moon, not ex
cluding Paul Whiteman and some of
the other real artists.
Basket ball is getting well under
way.
Misses Willie Murray and Carne
Goss teachers of Miltown school,
honored us with their presence to
day in our Sunday school and were
the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Carle
Powell.
Mr. W. L. Turner, of Rockbranch
church, was among the visitors to
Sardis on Sunday and was the guest
of Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Evans.
Mr. and Mrs. L. L. McMullan at
tended the funeral of Mr. B. S.
Walker of Monroe. A good man has
passed away but the memtwy of so
great a man will ever linger with us.
Our boys won a decisive victory
over Bowersville 17-3. Both teams
showed the need for keeping in
physical condition and closer ob
servance of the rules while in train
ing.
H. H. MADDOX.
*■- i o
1
A five-ton truck, equipped with
solid rubber tires, traveling at a
rate of fifteen miles an hour, de
livers a blow to the road equal to
four times its own weight when it
hits a depression of only a quarter
of an inch in depth.
FROM OUR READERS
Cedartown, Ga.
The Sun, Hartwell, Ga.
Gentlemen: —Please change ad
dress of my paper from Americus to
Cedartown at once. I am thankful
that we have this most efficient me
dium of keeping ourselves informed
as to the happenings among the peo
ple with whom we feel identified by
reason of those indissoluble ties of
friendship that have bound us to
them these many years. The Sun
is doing a valiant part in the con
struction of a city that will prove
the growing pride of all her citizens.
My best wishes and my heartiest
moral support are yours.
Most cordially,
M. H. MASSEY.
♦ ♦♦***♦**♦
NUBERG NOTES
»*»*♦*♦*♦♦
The good roads club is growing
and five bad places were drained
and top-soiled last week. M. M.
Norman furnished three teams and
hands for one day. F. C. Gaines a
team and one man one day,, J. H.
Warren one team and men four
days. B. B. Mason, J. B. Thornton,
W. D. Gunter, J. A. Teasley, T. J.
Rucker, Dr. G. T. Harper and J. T.
McElhaney have made helpful con
tributions.
The good work will continue and
many others will contribute teams
and men until every bad section of
road from Nuberg to Bio and Beth
esda and on to Howard Brown’s
residence will be drained and top
soiled.
This work was started for the
purpose of helping the school and
we find that not only the school
truck can have better sailing but
alohg with the truck the auto, wag
on, buggy and pedestrians can travel
more pleasantly and economically.
A bad muddy road in front of
your home or through your farm
may reflect upon the commissioners
to some extent, but it reflects more
upon the landowners than upon the
commissioners, especially so, where
the limited county funds do not
justify it.
One year ago the road in front
of M. M. Norman’s home, J. B.
Thornton’ farm and the steep,
crooked hill through L. T. Hall’s
farm was an eye-sore to the farms
and a menace to the public.
When the road crew came into this
section last spring a new right-of
way was donated and enough soil to
top-soil this road.
M. M. Norman made a contribu
tion of at least four hundred dollars.
J. B. Thornton and L. T. Hall made
contributions in soil and right-of
ways of about three hundred dollars.
The home and the farm takes on
a different aspect ajid a different
value when the old road with its
mud and ruts have been converted
into an up-to-date highway: We
have today many farmers using the
drag, and the shovel to prevent
washes or leaks i« this good road.
We are trying to make a good road
better and jnst one year ago we did
everything to make a bad road
worse. We would plow right out
into it, stop the drain ditches and
leave the rocks in it.
We want every farmer in this sec
tion to be a member of this good
roads club.
One new basket ball court was in
stalled on the school grounds last
week and a few' more boys made
happy.
Sane athletics is our motto and
not a frolic.
Sane athletics are so restricted
and controlled that they will develop
every'child in school physically.
When the proper control is exer
cised, it will help all the kids ment
ally and w'hen we us& common sense
it will help a child morally.
♦We want our team to get ahead
of other teams by shooting more
goals, but we would much prefer
that they get ahead and shoot more
moral 'goals by using fewer cigarettes
and by cultivating good moral habits
and never at any time to reflect up
on our community or school when
away from home by engaging in
forms of dissipation.
Sane athletics are sober and are
always associated w’ith the elements
of moral fitness.
Spending too much time, too much
money or having too many match
games with other teams are not
essential.
Draw the line at a sensible place
and let’s not lose our heads with an
over dose of a game, that was in
tended to help us physically,. ment
ally and morally.
o
Methodist Church
Presiding Elder Horace S. Smith
will preach at the morning hour next
Sunday. We cordially invite all
the members and others to hear him.
Sunday school 10 a. m.
Epworth League 6 p. m.
Evening service 7 o’clock.
The Board of Stewards will meet
this Thursday evening at 7 o’clock
at Bro. Will Page’s office.
Robert W. Carver, a negro scientist
at Tuskegee Institute claims to have
developed 118 commercial products
froip the sweet potato, 176 from the
peajOt. 85 from the pecan and more
than 300 from the common clay of |
the South. Carver says that no books
go into his laboratory, but the w'ay
he is to do it and the thing he is to
do comes tb h"im from God. In dis
cussing the sweet potato before a
New York audience, he said: “The
sweet potato is the source of three
or four kinds of flour that make bet
ter bread than any kind of cereal,
and also coffee, vinegar, ink, shoe
polish, paints, dyes, tapioca, breakfast
foods, starch, face powders and many
other products. A large factory now
is being erected, outside Tuskegee,
where paint is to be produced from
the’ sweet potato.” Now, what we
are interested in, is seeing somebody
start up some plants to put some of
these products on the market and
use up the raw materials, which can
be produced in the South in such
great abundance.—Tifton Gazette.
Hear And Their
By DANA
AS I sat smoking.
* » •
IN AN easy chair.
* ♦ ♦
IN THE lobby.
* * *
THE OTHER night.
* * »
THERE WERE many.
» * »
JUST LIKE me.
» * »
WHO WERE alone.
♦ * ♦
WITH NOTHING to do.
♦ ♦ *
AND AS I sat.
• » »
ALL IN peace.
* * *
I HEARD various.
* * »
OF THE matrons.
» » ♦
CLOSE BY.
* * »
AND THEY talked.
♦ * *
AND QUITE agreed.
* * *
ON MODERN evils.
♦ * ♦
SUCH AS drink.
* * *
AND GIRLS a smoking.
* » » w, ■' ••-
AND PETTING, too.
♦ * ♦
AND FROM what I heard.
* * *
IT APPEARED to be.
* ♦ ♦
THAT ALL the world.
* * *
HAD GONE astray.
» » »
WITH YOUTH to blame.
♦ * *
AND AS they sat.
* ♦ *
IN HOLY horror. ‘5
* * *
AND CONDEMNED all others.
* * ♦
THEY CALMLY displayed.
* ♦ ♦
KNOWLINGLY AND brazenly.
* * *
SKIRTS PULLED high.
* * *
AND STOCKINGS rolled low.
* ♦ »
—YOU KNOW the rest.
* ♦ ♦
WHICH MAY be alright.
♦ ♦ ♦
BUT NOT very consistent.
* * *.
NOT SO’S you could notice.
♦ * ♦
I THANK YOU.
o
RESOLUTIONS
RESOLUTIONS BY HARTWELL
LODGE MASONS ON DEATH
BRO. R. P. BRADLEY
Whereas, there was removed from
among our membership by death on
Saturday, November 29th, 1924,
Brother Bobt. P. Bradley, and,
Wheras, the deceased was a mem
ber of Hartwell Lodge for many years
and one of the Lodge’s most devoted
and highly respected members, and,
Whereas, his presence, councel and
influence amongst us will be sorely
missed,
Therefore, be it resolved:
First, that we bow in humble sub
mission to the will of the Grand Mas
ter of the Universe, knowing that He
doeth all things well.
Second, that we extend to the be
reaved members of the surviving
family our heartfelt sympathy in the
passing of this noble character.
Third, that we spread upon the
minutes of our Lodge a copy of these
resolutions and that a copy also be
published in The Hartwell Sun.
Respectfully submitted,
LOUIE L. MORRIS,
CLAYTON M. HERNDON,
I. J. PHILLIPS, Committee.
o
“SHALL WE SELL OR ELECTRIFY
THE FARM?”
This question has arisen in the
mind of many a farmer who is “get
ting on in years,” and who begins to
feel that it is about his time to retire
and take things easy. So he thinks
of selling the farm and moving to
town. Many farmers do this.
Others have struck a much better
solution of the problem during the
last few years, since the farm electric
plant has put in its appearance. The
farmer who has reached the retiring
age finds that it isn’t at all necessary
for him to go to town to find the
leisure he needs. He finds that if he
electrifies his farm, the drudgery will
disappear from farm work, and he’ll
have an inexpensive hired man.
Electrical conveniences of all
kinds, such as washing machines,
vacuum sweepers and flat irons will
make his wife’s lot much easier and
give her, too, the increased leisure
that she needs as much as he does.
To make the gas cells tight on a
dirigible, gold beater’s skin must be
used. This is made of the large in
testines of oxen. A herd of 50,000 is
needed to supply the material for
one airship the size of the Los
Angles.
o
The forum in Rome is said to have
been the point of convergence of
twenty-four roads during the time of
the Roman Empire. These roads
and their branches had a total lengtn
,of 52,904 Roman miles. They learned
the art of road building from the
Carthaginians.
o
Charles T. Wrightson recently ar
rived at Oregon Agriculture College
from Fresno, California. He is reg
istered at the Oregon institution as
a freshman, is a commercial flier and
has conceived the novel idea of bring
ing his plane to school with him and
taking up passengers during his spare
time to pay his college expenses.