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The Hartwell Sun
—Established 1876
LEON MORRIS & LOUIE L. MORRIS
Editors Publishers Proprietors
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Entered in the Post Office at Hartwell,
Ga., as Second Class Mail Matter.
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FRIDAY, MARCH 6, 1925
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| BIBLE THOUGHT
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| Bible Thoughts memorized, will prove a 1I
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ABUNDANT PARDON:—Let the
wicked forsake his way, and the un
righteous man his thoughts: and let
him return unto the Lord, and he will
have mercy upon him; and to our
God, for he will abundantly pardon.
—lsaiah 55:7.
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Let’s have a little more law ob
servance, and we won’t need so much
law enforcement.
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The Sun wishes to thank the court
for its efficient work last week. We
hear much favorable comment on all
sides for the way in which the law
breakers were given their dues.
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Editor Wilton E. Hall, of the
Anderson (S. C.) Independent, an
nounces the purchase of The Daily
Tribune, the two to continue under
the name of the former. Mr. Hall
is one of South Carolina’s ablest edi
tors, and The Sun wishes the new
plan the greatest of success. The
Independent now occupies the old
Tribune office, the first edition of
the combined papers appearing last
Sunday morning.
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You never see Sheriff Britt Brown
and Deputy C. L. Kay out chasing a
car full of the grand and succulent
old buttermilk. You can put two
hundred gallons in your car and sail
right through Hartwell without being
held up, landed in the “Brown
House,” relieved of your car, fined
and put on the gang. It’s a safe
drink, folks. “Yes,” joins in old Joe
Jones, who is sitting right beside us,
“And you can drink two or three
gallons, and still have your head on
your shoulder, too.” How true, Joe,
how true.
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What We Sell
The grocer has groceries to sell,
the merchant sells clothing, etc., the
service station has gasoline, oils, etc.,
and the newspaper has space in its
columns. From this alone the paper
must survive. Some people and some
organizations want all the space they
can use for various purposes, and
when they get it, fail to express their
appreciation by word or deed. Our
space is what we deal in. We don’t
think anyone can have occasion to
say that we haven’t been generous
with our goods.
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A Backwoods Methodist.
At the meeting in Hartwell last
Sunday of Methodist laymen from
over the district, Conference Lay
Leader Rush Burton, of Lavonia,
was an outstanding figure, as usual.
In introducing a number of the
brethren around to various other
brethren, Editor Burton came up to
the writer and introduced Bro. So
and-So, who, he (Bro Burton) stated,
was “from where the last tree stood
in the backwoods.” Inquiring from
the brother Methodist who came from
the depths of nowhere, just where
he did live, we elicited the informa
tion that he was from just a little
ways on the other side of Bro. Bur
ton’s own town. Seeing that the
matter had gone beyond his expecta
tions. Bro. Burton quickly changed
the trend of thought to Unification
or some other Methodist topic.
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THE LETTER “E”
Someone has advanced the opin
ion that the letter “e” is the most
unfortunate character in the English
alphabet, because it is always out of
cash, forever in debt, never out of
danger, and in hell all the time.
But we call his attention to the
fact that “e” is never in war and al
ways in peace. It is the beginning of
existence, the commencement of ease
and the end of trouble. Without it
there would be no meat, no life and
no heaven. It is the centre of hon
esty, make love perfect, and with
out it there would be no editors, dev
ils, nor news. —Charleston Gazette.
VALUE OF ADVERTISING
While advertising has helped mil
lions of homes to greater efficiency,
it has also raised the standards of
business. It is the word of the house
to the customers. Manufacturers and
distributors realize that readers must
receive exactly what is promised in
advertised products. No man of ex
perience will put his name or brand
on inferior articles because it is
plain business suicide to advertise
an unworthy product. Hundreds of
successful businesses have grown
from a good idea, nurtured with ad
vertising. Advertising attracts new
customers, broadens the market and
quality brings repeat orders. That
is why advertising flourishes.
We have only one life to live;
books, friends, good food, good beds, 1
the wholesome influences of a world
beyond our daily routine, help to
make it sweet and pleasant, and we
should get all we can of them, for :
our own strength and enlargement.
A happy home life is worth more to j
boys and girls than any number of ■
acres or banks stock, which indeed
have been the ruin of many lives of
fairest promise. Make work enjoyable
by associating it with all the good
things it brings, but do not render
the very thought of it intolerable, by
attaching to it only memories of pri
vation, discomfort, absence of com
panionship, and dense ignorance of
what the rest of the world is doing.
Let our homes be such as dwellers
therein shall always, afar or near, be
thankful for having known, and in
them grown into helpful manhood
and womanhood.—Selected.
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INVEST AT HOME
If every one in Georgia who has
money to invest in stocks or bonds,
would take on at least some of the
securities of a public service corpo
ration serving his community, it
would accomplish two great ends: It
would give the companies capital
and confidence for adequate exten
sion and service, and develop tile
country enormously so that all values
would increase and further, it would
pay the investor at least as good rates
as outside securities besides all the
collateral benefits of building up
one’s own state.
The man who has no faith in his
country, but must send all of his in
vestment money away for safety, is
a business and industrial slacker.
Also he is a fool to expect outsiders
to put up all the money to develop
his community in which he has not
sufficient faith to invest part of his
savings.
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GREATEST SPORT OF ALL
Why are people visited with so
many troubles in life? Why is it dif
ficult to reach success? Why does
nature curse us with disease, sorrow,
handicaps, obstacles, disappoint
ments?
There’s a reason, and a very plain
one. Many reasons, in fact.
First of all: Life is a spiritual
gymnasium. It is only by encounter
ing difficulty and disagreeable tasks
and situations that we can develop
intellect, character, wisdom. We are
like athletes training and exercising
to develop strength.
One sometimes wonders why “fine
characters” have had so many trou
bles, obstacles and disappointments.
In many cases their fine characters
and kindly ways and tolerance have
been developed by the ordeals they
have gone through.
Enjoyment of life is largely a mat
ter of contrasts. A steady diet of
candy and rich foods becomes sick
ening. To enjoy tasty things one
must have eaten long of the coarser
and less attractive foods, for con
trast.
Nine-tenths of the joy of success
is in having fought hard for it. Suc
cess is sweetest when it is true re
ward of privation and effort, far
sweeter than inherited wealth.
The view from the mountain top
is grandest when the climbing has
been difficult.
If one did not have sorrow and
trouble for contrast, he could not ap
preciate joy and pleasure. A movie
thrills us if we see only a few shows
a week. To theater employes, who
have the movie pictures before them
many hours every day, the shows are
monotonous. All is contrast.
Man pays the full price for every
thing in the long run. Whatever hb
enjoys, he must struggle fob. With
out the struggle, the enjoyment is
faint. Yes, and nature rewards us
for effort. Maybe we do not attain
the success we strive for, but we
have the pleasure of anticipation, the
thrill of the contest, the satisfaction
of having done our best.
Quite naturally, the man who looks
on life in general and his job in par
ticular as a game is the man who
gets the most pleasure out of life.
Good health is not appreciated un
less we have undergone miserable
illness, for contrast. So with all else
Why be discouraged by troubles,
handicaps or obstacles? They are
merely part of the game.—Green
ville Piedmont.
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Mercer Dramatic Club Will
Appear Here In Comedy
“Mrs. Hampstead Leigh”
Macon, Ga., March 3. —A road trip
now being planned by Mercer Uni
versity’s Dramatic Club has Hartwell
scheduled for a performance on
Thursday night, April 2. A three
act comedy, “Mrs. Bumpstead Leigh”
a former Broadway hit, is to be pre
sented.
The play deals with the frantic
efforts of an American social climber
to exist among the English aristo
cracy. Six of the thirteen characters
have feminine parts, and these, as
with the male characterizations, are
to be played By college boys.
Ten Georgia towns are to be in
cluded in this first tour of the season
by the Mercer players. Besides Hart
well, Toccoa, Gainesville, Barnesville,
Thomaston, Griffin, Dawson, Albany,
Elberton and Athens are billed for a
showing.
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X- OLD JOE JONES
SAYS—
A “Just lots of folks ir.
this old world will
break their necks
‘running’ in debt and
I I Jyf then wonder why
I they have to ‘crawl’
F out.”z
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How True, Joe, How
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I QUESTIONS I
and Bible Answers
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How does God expect us to walk?
See Gen. 17:1.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., MARCH 6, 1925
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
Denver, with all its tangle and
mixture of unusualness, is an inter
esting city. I have never seen a
city quite like it, in all my travels.
It has its advatanges and its disad
vantages; it is mixture of beauty and
civic pride surrounded by squalor on
some sides; it has all the ear marks
of a roaring, thriving, metropolis
only to be discounted by some un
fathomable features that are not
easily understood by a visitor. Un
like most cities of its size, there is
no attempt at traffic regulations.
Cars and trucks whiz by one at an
appalling speed. Accidents are com
mon and the to be expected tie-ups,
and blockades, are a reality. Denver’s
people, themselves, are a disappoint
ment. For a city of this size one !
expects besides the great mass of
substantial citizenry and plainer
natives, a certain quota of fascinating
worldly folk, brilliantly dressed and
moving in an entrancing level of
society, and one expects, too, in such
a large city to find in the main busi
ness sections, the streets of the
smart shops, and big department
stores, a certain percentage of smart
ly dressed folk. It is not here. The
theatre crowds are a plain, drab,
gathering. There is no brilliance.
The crowded streets hold forth no
allure for the visitor who would
“watch the crowds” or be fasinated
by the “passing parade.” Again—,
it’s not here. One only finds from
day to day, in Denver, in the hotels,
at the shows, on the streets,in all the
gathering places, the plainest, the
most unattractive looking folk, ima
ginable. The most shabbily dressed
people in America must be in Den
ver. My idea of contrasts in ap
pearance, at least, would be pitting
the inhabitants of Washington, D.
C. on parade, with those of Denver.
It would be tragic. And yet funda
mentally, Denver people are all that
is to be desired. Mostly people are
kind out here. They are sympathetic.
They are hospitable. They have all
the qualities of real American peo
ple. The thing that is lacking is
culture and polish. There is no
background. It is the West and
therein lies the secret. Unlike our
South and the East who have lived
their years of tradition and under
gone that gradual moulding process
of a refining civilization, the West
is only in its beginning. Denver—,
a lad in the primary school.
Os Denver’s hundreds of hotels,
there are only three that might be
called worthy of the big cities
standard. The rest are small hostelries
with high-sounding names. Or, big
apartment houses catering to perma
ment guests. In the three hotels—,
the Albany, the Broun-Palace, the
Shirley-Savoy—, in an inadequate
sort of way, Denver tries to quarter
her thousands of visitors each year.
Just as at Dallas, there is a crying
need for more hotels. The public
has been suffering long enough.
“The Albany,” is Denver’s largest
commercial hotel. Traveling men,
almost entirely make it their head
quarters. Then there is the justly
famous “Brown-Palace,” (my, what
a high-sounding name!) which caters
to the richest of tourists and visitors,
a once magnificent hotel, but now
beginning to show its age and a
little out of date. The most promi
ment people of America have stopped
here. At the present moment, as I
write this, Miss Helen Keller, that
extremely wonderful blind genius
is making it here home while on a
week’s visit to Denver. Finally, we
have the “Shirley-Savoy,” a rambling
structure of 400 rooms, the result of
the merging of two hotels—, “The
Shirley” and “The Savoy”—, which
stood side by side a few years ago.
It is the most interesting of all of
Denver’s hotels and outstanding in
the “big three.”
After experimenting for years, en
tirely dissatisfied and disgruntled, I
went to the “Shirley-Savoy,” and I
loved it for its charm and different
ness from the first. One might think
that in hotels, that as long as com
fortable rooms are to be had, and
satisfying food served, and courteous
treatment extended, that every want
would be gratified. It is reasonable
also to think that hotels of such
standards would all be alike. Such
is not the case. Somewhere, under
neath the surface, there is an unde
finable attraction, a charm, that
make many a hostelry more popular
than all its other combined luxuries
or comforts. It is personality. We
speak of a man or woman’s personali
ty. It is just as true in a hotel, far
fetched as it may seem. And in
the “Shirley-Savoy,” a personality
looms out. Here is the place, month
in and month out, for many perman
ent guests who make it their home.
Most of them have money. All of
them have been successful in the
business world, or on the verge of
success. They are like one big
family, each group learning to know
‘'Underprivileged Child” Is
Subject of Kiwanis Meeting
"The Underprivileged Child” re
ceived practically the whole hour at
last Friday’s session of the Kiwanis
Club. After the business, President
Brown turned the program over to
chairman W. S. Long, who intro
duced a number of speakers, among
them Dr. S. R. Patton, Rev. J. H.
Barton, Rev. W. A. Duncan, Prof. J.
I. Allman, W. B. Morris, F. C. Brown
and others.
The question of how the club could
assist in getting every boy and girl
within the city limits in school was
discussed, and a vote unanimously
gave the move the heartiest suppers
of every Kiwanian present.
The attendance prize was awarded
Kiwanian W. A. Duncan, being an
electric iron presented by the Carter
Electric Co., of Atlanta, through the
local dealers, the Georgia Railway &
Power Co., of which Kiwanian T. W.
Wilson is superintendent.
Mrs. L. N. Adams played the piano
during the session.
By E.8.8.Jr.
each other intimately after a long
residence at the hotel. Fathers and
mothers, with their youngsters grow
ing up, or, daughters already at the
debutante age and sons about to enter
college. In the day time the spacious
(if old-fashioned) lobby with its rows
of soft chairs and long divans filled
with chattering, gay people. Here
and there a transient guest. Myself,
for instance. At nights, the same i
folks, only preparing for some sort
of evening entertainment—, bridge,
a show, or a quiet, “at home.” On
the mezzanine, the sound of music.
Someone at the piano with music in
the soul. Now and then, a clear
voice breaking out in song, follow
ing the current popular hit being
played. Laughter, animated voices.
It’s the younger people up there and
as night comes on and darkness deep
ens outside, the doors of the main
dining room open. An enchanting
place, even if beckoning back to the
past. Wonderful food, where tables
are filled with interesting groups to
be seen from night to night, of parties
of four or five, or tables for two.
An elderly lady with gray hair and
deep blue eyes who checks your hat
and coat at the door, without aid
of poker checks to identify you.
Leaving, she hands you the right arti
cles without hesitation, a feat of
memory, to be sure. An orchestra
plays, one eats slowly and contented
ly. Then a good cigar and an evening
paper to read leisurely. And after
a few visits here, the casual guest
begins to know many people and
gradually gets into the “charmed
circle” and there’s always company
at the side, and the clerks and bell
boys, and the cigar girl and switch
board operators and numerous others
call you by name. The “Shirley-
Savoy” is one of Denver’s charming
places. People out of town, from
up-state or down-state say, “meet me
at the ‘Shirley’,” and, I like it be
cause it caters to the people you and
I like at home, and go with.
The stigma of static still sticks to
Colorado in general. “Stigma” is the
right name, too. It is quite the most
peculiar and most unpleasant feature
of Colorado in winter-time. In the
summer-time, it disappears. I refer
to the electrical shock one gets up
on walking across the floor and then
touching an object. Some days it
is worse than others, generally the
colder the day. In the hotels all
over the state, where the rugs are
thick and the carpets deep, it's a
matter of deep concern to those un
used to such a phenomenon. Every
metal object one touches gives a blue
spark and a distinct shock in return.
Turn on the faucet and at the contact
with flowing water sends a shock. At
the elevator one hesitates about push
ing the signal button because of it,
and then finally, at nights going to
your room, in the dull light of a
hall way, you fumble, and at the
contact of the key with the door
lock there’s a flash of a blue spark,
a shock and you are in your room.
The fact is, the last few days in
Denver have been so bad because of
this static that I have gone around
with a handkerchief around my
hand when in my room, before touch
ing objects. A common amusement
in the fraternity housA in Colorado,
in those houses where the rugs are
thick, is for some person to slowly
drag his feet behind some unsuspect
ing person and then suddenly touch
him on the ear or about the face,
instantly there is an audible pop and
a visible flash of a spark and the
“victim” gets a disturbing and sur
prised shock.
I saw Mitzi, charming little Mitzi,
in “The Wishing Ring” this week in
Denver. It is a delightful New York
success now touring the country and
in it, Mitzi as the poor little girl of
the slums, gets possession of an old
ring of ancient origin and lo! sudden
ly, as she innocently rubs it, a genii
appears and requests her wishes. She
is to have three wishes granted.
Three wishes to be gratified with the
whole world to pick from. The play
goes on, and in its Cinderilla style,
unfelds a very beautiful story with
its inevitable ending of fame and
fortune to our little heroine and the
finding of a prince charming to fit in.
After the show, a bunch of us
back at the “Shirley-Savoy,” sat
around and discussed the evening’s
performance, a charming story, a
delightful ending, and —, food for
thought. Three wishes to be grant
ed. What would you aks for? What
three things had you rather have,
than anything in the world? Some
one said; — health, wealth and happi
ness. Perhaps, he is right. Health
is essential. Wealth would bring all
the necessities and luxuries for a
full and useful life. And happiness
would cover everything—, love,
character, and honor. For we could
not be happy without those things.
G. D. MEELER IS
A HUSTLING
NUBERGER
One of Nuberg’s principal places
of business is that operated by Mr.
G. D. Meeler, who has been there
for a number of years.
This fact was inadvertantly omitted
from last week’s write-up of Nuberg’s
enterprises, and called to our atten
tion by one of our kind friends, |
which we appreciate very much.
Mr. Meeler operates a store,
garage, filling station and general re
pair shop at Nuberg.
The Sun is glad to number him
as a Nuberg and Hart county citizen
and business man.
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A chrysanthemum is just a dande
lion which has refused to worry for
the last few generations.—Kalama
zoo Gazette.
Hear And Their
By DANA
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OUT IN Fort Collins.
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IN THAT little college town.
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THERE’S A new hotel.
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WITH EVERYTHING new.
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AND IN the lobby.
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THERE ARE soft, “comfy” chairs.
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AND ALL the guests.
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ARE CONTENT to 101 l there.
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AND ALL day long.
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ABOVE THE noise and clatter.
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FROM A bird-cage near.
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THERE THE happy song.
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OF TWO cheery little birds.
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WHO SING lustily.
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FOR THE joy of living.
AND SO one day.
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1 WATCHED them for awhile.
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AND NOTICED their beauty.
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OF A green loveliness.
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AND FOUND they were Parrakcets.
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OF WHICH you may have heard.
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AND THAT they come only in pairs.
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AND ARE happy that way.
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BUT IF separated.
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SOON CEASE to sing.
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AND IN a few days are dead.
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AND THERE’S no moral to this.
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EXCEPT FOR an interesting truth.
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THE POWER of love.
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WHICH ENCOMPASSES the world.
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IN THE birds and beasts.
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AS WELL as mas.
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I THANK YOU.
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What does it profit people to beat
swords into plowshares if they must
endeavor to beat locomotives into
grade crossings?—Nashville Ten
nessean.
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Tact is just the art of making the
other fellow feel more important
than yourself.—Rochester Times
Union.
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The prayer of the bigot is, “O
Lord, bless us and give our neighbors
what is good for them.”—San An
tonio Evening News.
Men are creatures who cut down
great trees to make room for a city,
and then plant little saplings to
beautify it.- Sandusky Register.
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A LITTLE FUN—
Couldn’t Cut Up
Hubby—“l’m going to prune those
apple trees.”
Bride—" But, Frank, you know I
don’t care for prunes."—The Pro
gressive Grocer.
A New Use For Sunbeams
Teacher —"Johnny, can you tell me
what supports the sun in the sky?”
Johnny—"lt’s beams, I suppose.”
A Natural Question
Married: “When a man’s married,
his troubles are over.”
Unmarried: “Over what?" - -Judge.
That Man Noro
First Schoolboy—“l say, Ralph,
who on earth was Nero? Wasn’t he
the chap who was always cold?”
Second Schoolboy—“No; that was
Zero—another man altogether.”
The Ladiea Win
Hub (with irritation): Why is it
that you women insist upon having
the last work?
Wife (calmly): We don't. The
only reason we get it is because we
always have a dozen arguments left
when you stupid men are all run out.
Sad—But True
Oh, the sadness of her sadness
when she’s sad
And the gladness of her gladness
when she’s glad,
But the sadness of her sadness.
And the gladness of her gladness.
Ain’t nothing to her madness when
she’s mad!
—Piedmont Ih-esa.
The Proper Way
“How much milk does that cow
give?” asked the summer boarder.
“Well," replied Farmer Applegate,
“es you mean by voluntary contri
bution, she don’t give none at all.
But es ye kin get her cornered so
she can’t kick none to hurt, an able
bodied man kin take away about
'leven quarts a day from her.”——
Pittsburg Press.
A Different Case
Alfred "Father, the rain falls
alike upon the right and the wrong
doesn’t it?"
Father “Yes, yes. Don’t ask silly
questions.”
Alfred “And it isn’t just to steal
another man's umbrella, is it?”
Father—“ Certainly not. If you
ask any more —”
Alfred —“But, father, the rain
doesn’t fall upon the man that steals
the umbrella, and it does on the man
that had it stolen. Funny, isn’t it,
father?”
Overcame the Difficulty
A little girl was sent by her mother
to the grocer’s with a bottle for a
quart of vinegar.
“But, mamma,” said the little one,
“I can't say that word.”
“But you must try,” said th®
mother, “for I must have vinegar,
and there’s no one lese to send.”
So the little girl went with th®
bottle and when she reached the
counter of the store she pulled th®
cork out of the bottle with a pop and
said to the astonished shopman:
“There! Smell that und give me a
quart!”
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“Glad to meet you,” said Mr.
Coolidge to the new French am
bassador. “Did you bring u check
for balance due.”—Jamesville Ga
zette.
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