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FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 1925
• SOME SUN
• SCINTILLATIONS
• L.L.M.
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I] .A BIBLE THOUGHT j
■—For This Week ■— ,
|H| Bible Thouffhtu memonted. will prove a |
phealeaa heritage in after years.
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The grass withereth, the flower
fadeth: but the word of our God
ahall stand for ever.—lsaiah 40:8.
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Lots of people are riding around
now in the sunshine on the money
they had saved up for that rainy
day.
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A millionaire sugar magnate hang
ed himself recently. One woulcTnat
urally think that a fellow’s life like
that had always been pretty swlet.
Speaking of that grand old but
termilk, we believe that some day
they’ll have buttermilk filling sta
tions, and then all we’ll have to do
is “drive up and fill up” on that
wonderful drink. They already serve
it at all the soda fountains in the
cities. It ought to be served here.
Great Future For Georgia.
The departure of ceramics of
Georgia Tech is authority for the
statement that Georgia has the op
portunity to become the leading state
in the Union in the manufacture of
clay products of all kinds. It is
also predicted that it is only a ques
tion of time when the state will be
a great glass manufacturing center.
Our clay and silica deposits are said
to be practically inexhaustible. The
manufacture of our raw materials at
home will solve many of our pro
blems. Agriculture also with an in
creased local demand for its pro
ducts, would be greatly stimulated.—
LaGrange Graphic.
Spring Tonic.
Spring is here, and with it has
come that delicious lassitude we call
“spring fever.” In an earlier day
the housewife or granny went forth
in search of "yarbs" with which she
made a strong decoction. Perhaps,
iastead of this bitter mess, everyone
from Johnny to the hired man was
dosed profusely with sulphur and
molasses. It was a time for house
cleaning and body-cleaning. Today
m the cities the pharmacies begin
their displays of spring tonics. But
pep is not to be found in bottles.
Granny was right—one must go to
the woods to find a cure for spring
fever. One searches among the
trees and in the fields; one wanders
along the bank of some stream; one
looks among the grass and ferns for
the first signs of spring flowers; one
gazes upward toward the sun. And
strangely, as the search is continued,
long before the ingredients are
found, the cure for spring fever de
velops. When the stroll is complet
ed the medicine has worked. The
cure for spring fever is “spring,”
taken in liberal doses.
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“See here, Ligon,” said old Joe
as he came in late the other after
noon, “do you know that Hart coun
ty right now, has the brightest pros
pects that she has ever had?” Why,
to be sure, Joe,” we answered. “What
makes you so late finding it out?”
we asked.
“Well, continued old Joseph, “It
had never occurred to me just what ■
a great big thing those power devel- i
opments on the rivers near Hartwell
mean. Why, they tell me the com
pany is going to build three dams
near here and spend several million
dollars. And they’re already at
work on that million-dollar power
line from Toccoa to Augusta, which
comes sixteen miles through our
county. They tell me they usually
have about 1,000 people at work
in and around their big dams when
under construction; that means a
lots to the Hartwell merchant. Then
perhaps Hartwell will start paving
some time soon, and with the Hart
County Commissioners hard at work
trying to give our county a good
system of roads, crops moving along
nicely, things do look a whole lots
better than they ever have.”
“Sure, Joe, you’re right as usual,”
we remarked.
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Old Joe Jone* Say*—-
“Some bankers we
7* know ought to be
11 k Jy-zS/y mighty good musicians
Al as they study notes all
II Jaw t^ie Yes, Joe,
—MX I they sure can make
■ you play a tune some
'■’ times.
il .X- questions
*nd Bible Answers
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Who did Christ say was his broth
and sister, and mother? See
Batt. 12:46-60.
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8.Jr.
A quite interesting feature of my
last trip to Texas was the discussion
in the papers of a rock formation
that has puzzled scientists for years.
It is a rock wall, apparently made by
human hands ages ago that lies bur
ied near the city of Rockwall, Texas.
This city was named for this pheno
mena. Explorers and men of re
search have studied over the mys
tery for years. Now it is proposed
to solve the riddle for good and all.
To this end through the efforts of
the owner of “Holland's Magazine”
and “Farm and Ranch” a group of
scientists are exploring and digging
into the earth over a large area
determined to make a final decision.
The wall that outcrops in this re
gion extends for several miles from
a point several miles south of the
city of Rockwall to points north in
Collins county. It appears to be a
gigantic wall built by human hands
ages ago that with the passing of
time has been buried with another
level of earth. Block after block,
the one upon the other, with a sub
stance like mortise joining the whole
together in one solid structure, seems
to date back to another age and an
ancient race. With the excavations
going on rapidly now, anything may
happen. An ancient city be
up-rooted or just simply a freak of
nature may be the result.
Texas with its wide territory has
always been a marvel to me. It
has everything, if one covers the
whole state. In the South, into the
warm, balmy climate of the tropics
with its rich vegitation and flowers
and fruits; in the North to a colder
climate, where stiff winds blow and
the chill of winter lies upon the 1
land. And the cities themselves,
Austin, for instance, sleeping with
the adolescence of innumerable
years of tradition, with its old fami
lies. And then Dallas, as different
as day and night, with its modern
ness and its “new ways” and its
aggressiveness and hustle. One finds
the people themselves different in
Texas. The old families with vener
able years of prestige pitted against
the “new comers” who only know
modern ways of progress and wealth
seeking.
And out of this great state, I trav
eled rapidly towards Colorado. A
day and night over desolate plains
of Texas, with its solitude beating
down upon us. Then to glorious
Colorado with its mountains and its
clean, cool air and its scenery of
indescribable beauty. Out of a verit
able wilderness into a country of
picture-book fame. Os towering
mountains lifting their peaks into
skys, many covered with snow; of
rushing streams whose waters clear
as crystal hurdled the rocky beds
and then lay sprawling in the deeper
currents; of peaceful valleys and
sun-kissed lands. Colorado—, all
Colorado—and then Denver.
Denver to me has always been the
mystery city. A city set amongst a
natural setting of beauty and yet
in many ways squalid and tawdry.
One finds in the city itself a mixture
of loveliness and extreme ugliness,
for there are many wonderful build
ings and civic wonders and yet
around the corner may be indescrib
able bareness and unkempt areas.
For all of this it is a hustling city,
growing fastly. Perhaps it will nev
er attain that culture of the East
nor the South but it will grow bet
ter with the years. These last few
years the many corrupt city admin
istrations has held it back. It has
been the nesting place of thieves
and gamblers and boot-leggers, all
in league with the police. Last
week, an honest man at last, Mayor
Stapleton, without the knowledge of
the chief of police, planned and exe
cuted a wholesale raid, which has
echoed throughout the whole state.
In it 200 persons were arrested on
all sorts of charges. A drag-net
proved worthy and pulled in its full
quota of criminals from the lowest
to the highest. Denver, once land
of spree, this week is home of crave.
For after the raids on Friday, Den
ver was dry Saturday and Sunday—
droughty, arid, sere, baked, parch
ed. Thirsty souls made futile rounds
of “blind pigs,” knocked vainly at
No Place For Her.
A young woman who was not
! familiar with the language of rail
road men, happened to be walking
near the depot here where a freight
train was being made up. One of
ithe brakemen, who appeared to be
glaring at her shouted:
"Jump on her when she comes
i by, run her down behind the ele-
I vator, cut her in two, and bring the
head end up to the depot.”
Screaming "Murder!” the young
woman turned and fled. It was no
place for her.
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Correct.
A correspondent of The Atlanta
Georgian sent in the following,
which he calls “a recipe for a fool
stew:” “Take one regular, natural
j born fool, add two or three drinks
of bootleg liquor and mix the two
!in a highpower motor car. After
the fool is thoroughly soaked, place
, his foot on the gas and release the
brakes. Remove fool from wreckage,
place in black satin-lined box and
garnish with flowers.”
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In the making of every prima don
na, just think how the neighbors have
ito suffer?—Fort Wayne News Sen
! tinel.
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A New York man bet he could
drink a pink of whisky, and the cor
oner told the ballbearers he won the
bet.—Bay City Times-Tribune.
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We often wonder whether the con
tractor who built the Leaning Tower
of Pisa made it that way on purpose
or whether it was a government job.
—Columbus (Ohio) State Journal.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA.. APRIL 24, 1925
barred doors, and met “nothing do
ing” from scared peddlers. And
the mayor proposes to keep it that
way, in spite of police lack of co
operation.
In the topsy-turvy world of today,
it takes all kinds of people to make
up a nation. There must be the
parasites and the idlers, the spenders
and the wasters. And, on the other
hand there must be workers and the
thinkers, the do-ers and the creators.
Without these various classes the
world would be one sided, a land of
no human pride. Therefore, it is
interesting to follow the career of
Henry Ford of Detroit. Here is a
man that has dreamed brilliant
dreams and then lived to carry them
out; who has worked out success
after success after others have fail
ed; whose every venture has turned
to gold at his touch. The nation will
never realize its grave error in re
fusing his Muscle Shoals bid, but
Ford is undaunted. He turns from
one project to another. His latest
is building airplanes. On April 13,
the first plane of the new Ford
Chicago-Detroit airplane express ser
vice hopped off. It is only the be
ginning of a great airplane express
service that Ford will inaugurate.
“The blazer of the trails.” What
would the world be without such
men?
Now turn to another picture.
Prince Edward of England departs
on his latest trip. Twenty-one cooks,
stewards and waiters, two valets and I
eight “servants,” six staff officers, j
confidential secretaries and his own
special marine band accompanied |
him. Thus equipped, Prince Ed-'
ward departed, and London’s streets
were packed by cheering crowds.
Looked like the times of Henry
VIII, and enough to make the gods
of monarchial democracy, if any,
snicker out loud. This young man
never earned a dollar, never gave
a thought to the world, never dis
tinguished himself by a helpful
deed. Os and by himself, he is as
important as the honest boot-black
at the first corner. Simply, he was
born to a kingship, and masses of
human beings still worship “the di
vine right of birth.”
If one looks about close enough,
the world is full of romance. The
discerning eyes can see it every
where—, in business, in play, in the
thousand and one things that make
up our every day life. To me,'
those great railroads that traverse ‘
the country hold the most romantic
story of the age. A story that
pulses with ambition, a building up
of civilization, of pioneering deeds
that have brought light to the dark
er places of the lands. I never
start a long journey that I do not
look at the mighty engine that
stands at the head of the train and
compare it to something almost hu
man, th,e embodiment of strength.
Standing there, panting and tense,
its mighty line of steel makes one
think of some giant of strength pre
paring to push ahead into distant
lands. Powerful, valorous, un
afraid. And the naming of the
great passenger trains all over the
country, there comes instant visions
of fanciful adventure. “The
Twentieth Century Limited,” “The
Broadway Limited,” "The Dixie Fly
er,” “The Cannon Ball,” “The Texas
Special”—, all these names carry in
stant prestige, everywhere. Now,
with the great Pennsylvania Railroad
giving names to its freight trains a
further step has been taken. The
lowly freight comes into its own.
Just imagine in the future, “The
Broadway Limited” flashing East
ward, passing, puffing on a side
track, not the CP-1 but “The Circe,”
bearing a load of swine to New
York. “The Congressional Limited,”
bearing its precious cargo of states
men and oil magnates down to
Washington, will give a whistle of
recognition to “The Spruce Forest,”
carrying to the capitol tons of pa
per. And each worthy caboose
hereafter will house in overalls a
crew as proud as those who, in gold
and blue, come through the passen
ger trains and confiscate our yard
!or more of tickets. The world
I moves.
A LITTLE FUN—
Only Her Husband.
Suspicious Mistress: Jessie, didn't
I hear you talking with somebody?
Cook: Yessum; reckon so.
Mistress: Haven’t I told you re
peatedly, Jessie, that you must never
have any of your gentlemen friends
call here?
Cook: Hee, hee, missus! How he
will lass when he hears dat! Lo’
bless you, dat wasn’t no gemmun
fren’. Dat was jus’ mah wuffless,
no-'count husband.” Everybody's
Magazine.
Chinese Torture.
Shrill wails of torment were issu
ing from the inside of the house,
but eight-year-old Bertie, seated on
the piazza steps, seemed totally un
concerned.
“Heavens!” called a neighbor.
“Your little brother must be fright
fully ill.”
"No. not ’zackly,” confided Ber
tie. “He just pulled down a jug of
molasses in the pantry on him, an'
maw’s combin’ his hair fer Sunday
school.” —American Legion Weekly.
Wanted Hi* Share of the Eat*.
One day as President Lincoln was
leaving the White House he was
accosted by an old Negro dressed
in tatters and carrying an empty
basket. “Am you de president,
sah?”
“Yes, said Lincoln, “what can I
do for you?”
"Well, you see, Mr. Linkun. I’se
from Virginia an’ I’se a mighty poor
man. I hear dat dere is some per
visions in de Constitution for de
culled man, an’ I’se here to get
some ob dem, sah.”
Watch Your Seed
Selection This Year
The Sun is in receipt of the fol
lowing extract from a letter written
by a Savannah cbtton broker to a
north Georgia buyer recently:
“And dear old North Georgia, and
North Georgia section, you are get
ting ready to put the seed in the
ground. Be sure to see what kind
of seed you are planting. For 25
years we have sold North Georgia
cotton at a good premium, but this
year was a blank. The seed was
not selected, and ruled about 7-8
inch staple, and it reached a point
that the Exporters and Mill buyers
would turn their backs on North
Georgia and begged for South Geor
gia cotton, claiming it was better
than North Georgia cotton. And
listen to this: North Georgia come
back to your former prestige: Grow
the old 1 to 1 1-16 staple and we
can sell every bale at a good pre
mium. A word to the wise is un
necessary.”
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CLOCK TICKS
A Little of Everything
BY GEORGE CLARK
X—
AT FOUR O’CLOCK Friday after
noon the ba*eball field will be at once i
cleared of Hart county’* numeroui |
contestant* who have been contest- j
ing since two o’clock. Hartwell and
Athens High will begin immediately
their baseball game.
Practices have been held regularly
down at Allman field this week and
the approaching series finds the team
in the best of shape. Pierce, after
a two-weeks’ absence with the
mumps, will again don his uniform
and take up hurling duties in one
of the games with Athens.
Athens High and Lavonia divided
last week-end, each team annexing
one victory. Athens won the first,
7-4, and Lavonia the second, 12-8.
A large attendance is expected as
both Hartwell and Athens have good
teams.
PITCHING STEADY ball through
out and backed by a good exhibition
in the field Jack Magill, star pitcher
on the Hartwell team, turned in his
first victory of the season and, in
cidentally, the first win for the Hart
well nine put of three start*.
The game was played with Toccoa,
at Toccoa, and the final score 5-4.
Hartwell pushed across two runs in
the second and fourth innings and
one in the eighth. Toccoa sent two
men across in the fifth and ninth.
The ninth inning rally by Toccoa
gave them two runs, but the two
were insufficient to bring home a vic
tory for that team.
Score By Innings:
Hartwell 020 200 010—5
Toccoa 000 020 002—4
“AND WHAT IS so rare a* a day
in June?” We know—a holiday!
Last Friday the Hartwell student*
enjoyed one of those somewhat rare
holiday* and this Friday also will
be observed as a holiday by the stu
dent*.
The Hart County Meet will be held
Friday and because of this was the
day given over to frivolity. Lots
and lots of school pupils have
thought many a time that a county
meet did no good whatsoever, but
now they know—it brings holidays.
ANOTHER BIG week-end for
Hartwell will be next week. Two
big baseball game* have been sche
duled for Hartwell with Lavonia, on
Friday, and Gainesville, on Saturday.
Gainesville has a good team—we
know that. It has also been said
that Lavonia has a good team—we’ll
have to find that out. At any rate,
come out, folks, and let’s give our
team good support.
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CAN AND SAVE
The list of things to eat that can
be kept almost indefinitely when
I properly canned is innumerable.
Soon the canning season will be on,
and every household should make
good use of the period in which
fruits and vegetables are plentiful.
The so-called canning season, how
ever, has been lengthened into twelve
months now, with modern canning
outfits and a knowledge of how to
properly preserve. Meats, for in
stance, are being saved through the
use of cans; frequently whole cows
■ are “canned” in Hart county.
Hartwell and Hart county people
should make ready now for the
heavy fruit and vegetable crops.
A canning outfit is a paying invest
ment.
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Nathan Hale, who regretted that
he had but one life to give to his
I country, wins as his monument a
half cent postage stamp. Winona
j Republican Herald.
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Safety First.
Sam (after half a day's hunt)
Boy, we’ve been huntin’ for half a
day and ain't seen no panthers yet.
I don’t believe there’s none here.
George—’Course dey ain’t, I made
sure of dat befo’ we come.—Judge.
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Pretty Tough.
Judge—Have you anything to say
before I pass sentence?
Burglar—Yus, your honor. It’s
pretty tough bein’ identified by a guy
wot kept ’is head under the bed
clothes the whole time!—London
Opinion.
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The Subtle Rustic.
Stranger: “Why don’t you arrest
that farmer in the flivver who just
cut that corner?
Constable: “Jest wait, stranger.
That feller’s jest our official dee
coy. If ye want to see some ar
(restin’, wait till some tourist sees
i him cuttin’ ’em, an foller’s suit.”—
•American Legion Weekly.
Hear And Their
By DANA
COMING TO Laramie, Wyo.
AFTER A STAY in Colorado.
• • •
FOR SEVERAL days.
I MISSED the smiling face.
OF MY FRIEND in the hotel.
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WHO HAS been clerk here.
FOR YEARS and years.
AND SO I asked about him.
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AND WAS told he was ill.
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AND I WENT to see him.
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AND FOUND him cheerful.
AND HAPPY' in spite of all.
FOR FRIENDS were kind.
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AND HAD sent flowers.
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AND FOOD and other things.
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THAT HEARTEN a sick man.
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AND IN his loneliness.
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AND FIRST despair.
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ALL THESE things had cheered.
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AND PUT new life in him.
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ALL BECAUSE he was shown.
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THAT HE had true friends.
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WHO REALLY cared.
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WHETHER HE lived or died.
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AND WHAT I’m trying to show.
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IS THAT the little things.
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IN LIFE many times count.
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AND THOUGHTFULNESS is a gift.
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THAT CAN’T be estimated.
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AND WHOEVER it was.
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THAT SAID.
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“GIVE ME flowers while.
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I’M LIVING.”
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THAT MAN spoke a truth.
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I THANK YOU.
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LAUGHTER
“The sunshine of the soul, the
happiness of the heart, the leaven of
youth, the echo of innocense, the
treasure of the humble, the wealth
[of the poor, the bead in the cup
of pleasure.
“Without it humor would be
dumb, it would wither, dimples would
disappear, and smiles would shrivel.
“It dispels dejection, banishes the
blues and mangles melancholy, for it
is foe of woe, the destroyer of de
pression, the birth cry of mirth and
| the swan song of sadness.”
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BLIKE :
(ONEY i
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BANK.;
You’ve often heard the quotation. ■
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It is used to emphasize security, stability, certainty. ■
“Money in the bank” means prosperity and security to *
the depositor. It stamps him as a man of importance to B
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his community, one who conducts his business, be it large ■
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or small, on strictly business lines. It assists in estab- jj
lishing his line of credit, so that he may make quicker turn- I
overs on smaller capital.
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“THE OLD RELIABLE" »
OFFICERS:
D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President I
M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier I
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DIRECTORS:
D. C. ALFORD - S. W. THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON *
LJ. PHILLIPS - M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. L HAITI
. L. L. McMULLAN
Mrs. Wesley Gaines
Buried Cedar Creek
Mrs. Wesley E. Gaines, age 76,
died at the home in Liberty Hill
community, Hart county, on W ed
nesday night, April 15, 1925, and
was buried Friday morning in the
cemetery at Cedar Creek Baptist
church, to which she belonged for
many years.
Rev. T. M. Galphin, of Greenville,
S. C., pastor of Cedar' Creek, con
ducted the funeral services, assist
ed by Rev. J. H. Nichols, of the Hart
Circuit.
A large concourse of relatives and
friends from this and adjoining coun
ties was present to pay their last
respects to the memory of this Chris
tian character.
Mrs. Gaines was ill only four
days, pneumonia being the cause of
her death.
She was born in Hart county May
22, 1848, being a daughter of the
late Caswell and Polly Farmer. In
1875 she was married to Mr. Gaines,
who survives her. Also four sons,
Hon. Thos. N. Gaines, of Winter
ville, Ga., Rev. Florence M. Gaines,
of Springfield, Ga., Mr. Wm. H.
Gaines, of Lake City, Fla., and Mr.
J. Robert Gaines, of Hart county;
three daughters, Mrs. J. L. Hunt, of
Elberton, Mrs. Isham Powell and
Mrs. J. R. Cordell, of Hart county;
two sisters, Mrs. Mary Ann Myers
and Mrs. Parks Cunningham, of Hart
county.
The passing of Mrs. Gaines re
moves one of Hart county’s oldest
and most highly respected women.
She will be greatly missed in the
home, church and community.
Funeral director W. C. Page, of
Hartwell, was in charge of arrange
ments.
The sympathy of many friends is
’ extended the bereaved family.
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FLAT SHOALS PEOPLE FIX UP
NICE MEAL FOR CAMP
The Hart County Convict Camp
extends many thanks to the good peo
ple of Flat Shoals community for
preparing a fine dinner on Sunday,
April 19, when the neighbors of this
section began to appear at the camp
and bringing everything that could
be thought of in the way of nice
things to eat, and three large tables
were prepared with everything from
dining dishes and loaded down with
good things to eat from the homes of
these good people. The entire camp
could not consume what was pre
pared. Space will not permit giving
the names, as so many took part in
this. Although the entire camp will
remember these good ladies and gen
| tiemen by names and will ever re
member this neighborhood. The
entire camp wishes for the people of
this section a road that they will en
joy riding on.
Again I will say many thanks.
E. S. REYNOLDS, Warden.
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Cato insisted that Carthage must
| be destroyed, but a later age insists
| that it shall be dug up.—Providence
j Journal.
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Ten per cent of the people of this
country buy for cash; 30 per cent
buy on credit, and 60 per cent make
i their purchases upon the installment
1 plan.