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The Hartwell Sun
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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1924
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THE OMNISCIENT GUIDE—The
steps of a good man are ordered by
the Lord.—Psalm 37:23.
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Merry Christmas to every Sun
reader.
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Merry Christmas to all our news
paper friends, "From Tybee’s Light
to Rabun Gap.”
Hundreds of tourists going back
East; they got satisfied in a hurry,
as it were.
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The officers won’t bother you for
getting full to the neck of the grand
old buttermilk during the holidays.
It’s the safe and sane drink.
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NO RACE SUICIDE
When counting up his kinsfolk at
this time of the year the average
Christmas shopper discovers no evi
dences of race suicide.
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Parley Sheldon, 81, of Ames, La.,
stopped smoking when he was a pri
vate in the Union Army during the
Civil War. For 60 years he has
saved 50 cents a day—cigar money
—and with interest compounded an
nually at 6 per cent he has achieved
a total saving of $54,577.
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Three things must be kept in mind
by the motorist constantly: Play
safe yourself; make allowance for
the other fellow making a mistake;
something can go wrong with your
car. Remember these three and you
may live to say your prayers every
night. i
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MARRIED FOR GOOD
When a fellow marries, he’s
married and that’s all there is to it,
except to say, that he should remain
married. When a horse swapper
swaps mules and gets licked, there’s
nothing to do but squeeze to his
mule. Men and women should be
'jnade to understand that they must
do likewise.—Commerce News.
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Back in the days of pure liquor a
fellow could take a drink every hour
or two for several days before he
would get the “willies,” and have to
go home for his folks to nurse him,
but now about one day with this
modern potash-drug-chemical com
pound is considered a record. But
still folks must have their drink.
Poor devils.
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Some people seem to envy Robin
son Crusoe on the banished island.
They seem to have no social instincts
or inclinations. If we ever get to
heaven and if our friends get there,
they will find us in the crowd—not
seated alone way off in some corner
looking as if every thing had already
gone to the devil.—Commerce News.
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“Autumn Leaves,” by Ernest
Camp, is the title of a wonderful
little booklet received this week from
that poet and splendid fellow, Editor
Ernest Camp, of the Monroe Tri
bune. who can put into expression
thoughts that are well worth any
■one’s time to read and think over.
The remembrance from our good
friend is greatly appreciated. Happy
Christmas, Ernest Camp, you and
your folks.
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A NEW KIND OF HOG
(From The Elkhart Truth)
The road hog has been the target
for many uncomplimentary remarks.
And the uncomplimentary' remarks
are not misplaced. But there is an
other kind of hog, whose thoughtless
ness or lack of regard for the rights
of others is just as contemplible,
"though it may not constitute a me
nace to human life. We refer to the
parking hog; the fellow who careless
ly angles in to the curb and occu
pies with his care two parking spaces,
when he is entitled to but one.
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LONGER SHIRT TAILS
It is estimated that if one inch was
added to the shirt tail of every one
■of the 400,000,000 Chinamen it
would stimulate the cotton industry
to such an extent that all the mills
in the world could be run on full time
and the farmers would receive five
eents per pound more for raw cotton.
- Banks County Journal.
Maybe so, but we are not so much
«oncemed about the Chinese. First
of all, we want all the tails of our
own shirts made longer. Charity, be
*t remembered, begins at home.—
*Ccmmerce News.
IF YOU’RE GOOD
Santa Claus will come tonight,
If you’re good,
And do what you know is right,
As you should;
Down the chimney he will creep,
Bringing you a woolly sheep,
And a doll that goes to sleep
If you’re good.
Santa Claus will drive his sleigh
Thro’ the wood,
But he’ll come around this way
If yo’re good,
With a wind-up bird that sings,
And a puzzle made of rings—
Jumping-jacks and funny things—
If you’re good.
He will bring you cars that “go,”
If you’re good,
And a rocking-horsey—oh!
If he would!
And a dolly, if you please,
That says “Mamma!” when you
squeeze
It—he’ll bring you one of these,
If you’re good.
Santa grieves when you are bad,
As he should;
But it makes him very glad
When you’re good.
He is wise and he is dear;
Just do right and never fear;
He’ll remember you each year,
If you’re good.
—New York Times.
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CHRISTMAS IN DIXIE
Way down Sous in de land ob cotton,
An’ down in de pine-tree groun’,
De possum pie am not fo’gotten
When de Christmas time comes
roun’!
Hooray fo’ de chickuns an’ de hot
cohn pone!
Hooray, hooray, fo’ de sweet ham
bone!
—Lesilie’s Weekly.
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HOW TO LIVE THROUGH
THE HOLIDAYS
Drive slow—
Don’t drink poison liquor—
Eat moderately—
Drink buttermilk—
Kiss your own wife three time
daily—
Brush your teeth—
Gargle your throat—
Watch out for the fireworks —
“Say It With Brakes”—and put
the flowers on the dining room table.
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One On Paul Gallant.
One day last week a young lady
surprised and mystified Paul Gal
land at Gallant Belk’s store by the
following expression: “It is my de
sire to obtain a pair of circular elas
tic appendages, capable of contract
ing and expanding by oscilating
burnished steel appliances that spark
le like particles of gold leaf set with
diamonds and which are used for re
taining proper position that habili
ment of the lower extremities which
innate delicacy forbids me to men
tion.”
Not wishing to appear ignorant
the mystified Paul said that they
were “just out,” and he has been
puzzled evCr since to .know what the
young lady really meant. —Anderson
(S. C.) Independent.
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A CHRISTMAS GREETING
By W. E. GILROY
There’s not a memory of home, or
friend,
Be they so far remote, however
lowly;
No place where new affections rich
ly blend
That does not grow more beauti
ful, more holy,
At Christmas.
There is no laughter of a little child,
No fiery passion of Youth’s rosy
morning.
No treasure-house of Age, benign
and mild,
That is not sweeter for the Christ’s
adorning
At Christmas.
There is no depth of love, no pang or
sorrow,
No mighty moving in the human
heart,
No comfort for today, hope for to
morrow,
In which the Christ has not a
larger part
At Christmas.
So, as we send our greeting of af
fection.
We share the memory of Him who
came;
In fellowship, in happy recollection,
Each fervent wish is hallowed in
His name
At Christmas.
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In the year 1907 China enacted
the most spectacular moral reform in
history. To free themselves of the
opium slavery they plowed up the
poppy on a million acres of land,
closed up 500,000 opium dens, .and
old smokers stacked up their pipes
in the market places and burned
them.
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’Bye until 1925.
QUESTIONS —I
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What test did Jesus lay down for
detecting false prophets? See Matt.
7:15-20.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., DECEMBER 26, 1924
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
All in all, Mr. Henry Ford is a
wonderful man. The most severe of
his enemies and the most bitter of
his unkind critics may go on from
year to year and criticise and ridi
cule his business methods and his
motives and his life in general, and
then in spite of all, we see Mr. Ford
rise above them all and make a suc
cess of everything he undertakes.
Granted that he is radical in some of
his ideas and a crank on several sub
jects, it has been substantially proved
that beneath it all, there’s lots of
plain old “hoss sense” and that he
is a shrewd business man whose com
mericial acumen has never yet failed.
Everything he has touched, has turn
ed to gold. Every idea that he has
developed has paid tremendous divi
dends. Each new project that he
has sent out into a hostile and critical
world has proved without the slight
est doubt that the master behind, has
known “his stuff,” and was able to
deliver.
It must have been a rather de
lightful situation the other day, to
Mr. Ford, to have the congress of
the United States once more become
interested in his Muscle Shoals bid.
You will remember that several
months ago, Mr. Ford, submitted a
very generous bid to. take over this
development and explained at the
same time that his chief interest in
acquiring these rights was not for
his own financial gain but for the
help it would be to the nation in
general. I for one, believe this state
ment is true and believe absolutely
in Mr. Ford’s sincerity, but as is
always the case, the doubters were
many and the scoffers got busy. As
a result congress turned “thumbs
down” on Mr. Ford’s bid and nothing
has ever been settled. Now, the
latest development is, that several of
his adveraries have turned and just
the other day, wired him for a new
bid. Mr. Ford must have had a
good laugh. At any rate, he wired
back that he withdrawn his bid.
The bankrupt railroad that Ford
purchased a few months ago in Ohio
has proved an asset. In the short
period of 12 months, this railroad
that was given up to be a dismal
failure, has bloomed forth under the
guiding hand of a genius and
cleared 12 million dollars! And they
say the reason is not so hard to find,
either. Through a system of re-or
ganation of the Ford variety many
useless and unnecessary jobs on this
railroad have been abolished. In
other words, fewer people do more
work. It is said as an example of
this, that for instance, if an engi
neer finds time on his hand, instead
of setting around loafing and wait
ing for orders, he is required to turn
his hand to something such as going
over his engine, or polishing, or oil
ing. A station agent may not sit
back and prop his feet on the table
if business becomes slack, but instead
he is supposed to look about for
something to do, if it is nothing more
worthy than cleaning a cuspidor. In
the matter of damage suits and ad
justment of claims this railroad has
made a record for the whole country
and added many new friends. No
claim is ever carried to court. No
damage suit ever goes beyond the
adjusters. For, even though a claim
may be unreasonable and a damage
suit unjust, Mr. Ford’s instructions
are, to settle them without fighting
the case in court. As a result much
Hear And Their
By DANA
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AWAY OUT West.
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WHERE I spend much time.
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TRYING TO sell folks.
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“GOOD BALFOUR Jewelry.”
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FOR A living.
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THERE ARE many days.
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WHEN TRAVELING alone.
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THERE COMES lots of time.
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TO SIT and think.
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AND SO the other day.
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AS MY train rushed on.
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THE THOUGHT just came.
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OF CHRISTMAS.
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AND FRIENDS back home.
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AND OTHERS all over.
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AND HOW nice it would be.
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TO HAVE wealth.
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AND SEND each a gift.
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JUST IN appreciation.
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FOR ALL their help.
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THESE MANY years.
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I BUT SINCE riches I haven’t.
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NOR OIL wells, either.
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THE BEST I can do.
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IS TO send this message,
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FROM A grateful heart.
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TO WISH for vou.
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THE HAPPIEST Christmas yet
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AND A most prosperous.
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NEW YEAR.
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I THANK YOU.
By E.8.8.Jr.
money has been saved and many new
friends have been added.
Coming back home last week out
of the West where everything is
flat and the country looks bright and
new, as my train roared on mile by
mile into the South a great change
in the scenery came. No longer were
there the lonely ranch houses to
gaze upon, nor the cattle roaming
the plains, nor that stretch of land
lying still as death, a monotonous
view for miles and miles. Instead
the glorious South! Os hills, and
trees! Did I say trees? I did and
I mean trees and not scrubby bushes
or sage grass. Hills and wooded
land and little streams that rushed
in torrents over water falls or
through rock laid beds. And now
and then little homes and little
towns whose appearance was neither
bright nor sparkling nor prosperous
for that matter but listen, there was
that air of stability and permanence
that stood out above everything else.
There was that look of contentment
and time-proven restfulness that
over shadows anything that a new
West will ever acquire. The old
South! It’s a country of happier
people even though poorer, financial
ly. There’s not the newness of a
great West to meet the eye nor the
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spick-spanness of an Oklahoma but
there’s something deeper that rises
above everything—, a refinement, a
higher civilization, a deeper joy of
living. That after all, is what counts.
And so, for miles after miles, as
we penetrated further into the old
South and the familiar scenes struck
the eye, my heart began to warm and
the utter conviction came over me
that no matter where I may roam
or later on make my home, there is
but one part of the country that
God has blessed more bountifully
than any other and that is the
South.
A stranger sitting near me on the
train was looking out on the flying
landscape, too. We were just passing
a little village whose buildings were
old and perhaps not as modern as
some and I was thinging that here, at
last, was where money did not count
and that a man was judged by his
blood rather than his riches, and
about this time this bird spoke up
and said, “Can you imagine people
living in a place like this and bury
ing themselves? Just look at those
old sacks and run down shanties.
Why the South is 20 years behind
time.” I turned and looked at this
guy and for a full minute did not
reply and then I said, “Well, you
probably have never lived in the
South, and of course don’t under
stand it or its ways, so that I cannot
explain to you but I will tell you
this that the South with its fine old
civilization and its fine families and
its old southern customs has some
that you in the North and West will
never have and the pity of it is, you
never will have it nor understand it.
(He was a “yankee.”)
Home! Boy, you said it. I feel
like a schoolboy just out of school.
It’s fine to get back, to see old
friends, to trod the familiar paths.
It’s fine to get up in the morning and
smell good home-cooking and then
rise leisurely and greet the family
and then sit down and eat food that
only Ann (our cook) knows how to
cook. Just a few days of this and
then back to work.
DANA.
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JUST TO HEAR YOU
“What do you want, children?”
said the awakened sleeper, in the
early morning of Christmas day. “Oh
nothing, only just to hear you,” came
the answer from the two little girls
who had knocked upon grandfather’s
door. So easily is love satisfied.
Such meaning expression has. Love
goes out upon hearthstones for lack
of expression. Poverty of expression
smothers its fire. Were we all dumb
and deaf the world would be filled
with silent spectres. Houses have
ceased to be homes because so little
is said. Like fragile flowers the af
fections must spring up in ever new
manifestations, or we cease to have
a garden. We know that others love
us, but we forget it. What a plea
sure it is just to hear them!—Chris
topher G. Hazard.