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The Hartwell Sun —Established 1876 — LEON MORRIS & LOUIE L. MORRIS Editors Publishers Proprietors Entered in the Post Office at Hartwell, G*., 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 26, 1924 « , ,- ; • SOME SUN * • SCINTILLATIONS * » L.L.M. * • *«>*-* * * ♦ * ♦ mirti i n irnu h h rrrrr rri 11 1 1 n i lUiTij i iIHUn nnumi gig j IjL BIBLE THOUGHT j I —For This Week Bible Thousrhtu memorized, will prove a M priceless heritage in after years. £x rrhiim.j: :i::r XBXi I nf. iuili: ;1S ini. rniini THE OMNISCIENT GUIDE—The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord.—Psalm 37:23. ———o Merry Christmas to every Sun reader. Q 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. o 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. o 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. —■ •-<>■' ■' ""■ 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. —— 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 o —1 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. o 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. o 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. - “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. o 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. o 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. o 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. - o ■ ■— 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. o ■ 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. o 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. -■o - - 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. - - —— ’Bye until 1925. QUESTIONS —I || and Bible Answers I ig* If Parents will encourage children to look op i 11 Hi andtnenutnae the Bible Answers, it will prove 13| a pnccteaa bentage to them in after years I | 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 * AWAY OUT West. ♦ * * WHERE I spend much time. » ♦ * TRYING TO sell folks. ♦ ♦ ♦ “GOOD BALFOUR Jewelry.” » » ♦ FOR A living. ♦ ♦ ♦ THERE ARE many days. * * * WHEN TRAVELING alone. * * * THERE COMES lots of time. » ♦ ♦ TO SIT and think. ♦ * * AND SO the other day. * * * AS MY train rushed on. • * • THE THOUGHT just came. * • * OF CHRISTMAS. * * « AND FRIENDS back home. • • * AND OTHERS all over. * * * AND HOW nice it would be. * * * TO HAVE wealth. • * * AND SEND each a gift. * * • JUST IN appreciation. * * * FOR ALL their help. • * * THESE MANY years. * * • I BUT SINCE riches I haven’t. • * • NOR OIL wells, either. » » • THE BEST I can do. • • * IS TO send this message, ♦ ♦ ♦ FROM A grateful heart. » » » TO WISH for vou. • * • THE HAPPIEST Christmas yet ♦ * a AND A most prosperous. » ♦ ♦ NEW YEAR. • ♦ • 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 •r~ j j IICz/*-// 77s®' —X co W ’VOS! i&WSb < ® & AiTS i —i r I v 1 * JElliv-Ui jiS ■ ar i * Jk. i - A iwiiir I— - .■■wyrj f I 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. o 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.