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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 l-00 Three Months 50 Foreign Advertising Representatives in New York City: American Press Association, 225 West 39th Street. FRIDAY, MAY 8, 1925 • *»♦•***»• • SOME SUN • SCINTILLATIONS • L.L.M. | BIBLE THOUGHT 1 || “For This Week ; |g Bible Thought* memorized, will prove »if priceless henlags in after years. ill: . ’'Jl Humility and exaltation: Hum ble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time.—l Peter 5:6. o It isn’t what a man owes but what he pays that keeps him broke. o It’s never too late or too early to take a drink of the grand old but termilk. . o ————— It n.ay be bad taste to laugh out loud, but it’s a sure sign of good digestion. o Joe Jones says “You well may grin at the speeder who throws dust in your face. They’ll soon be throwing dirt in his.” o It’s all right to burn the candle at both ends if you are sure that yeu can afferd t« pay for mere candles. —Roanoke Times. 0 f Any free citizen can de as he pleases, except fer his conscience, his wife, his landlord and the neigh bors.—San Francisco Chronicle. o ——— It is well enough for you to put your trust in Providence, but it’s unwise to go around looking for holes for Providence to pull you out of. i o The rocky road to success is bound to knock the hide off many an am bitious shin bone, but the man who hopes to reach the top will spend little time examining his injuries. o Poor Hubby. She: “I’ll never go anywhere again with you as long as 1 live.” He: “Why?” She: “You asked Mrs. Smith how her husband was standing the heat, and he’s been dead two months." . —o Tough On Duck*. Bill said: “My misses made some puddin’ one day that we couldn’t eat, so she gave it to the ducks. A few minutes later our Jimmy came in and said, “Ma, yer ducks have ( sunk." o . 1 Playing Safe. i ' “George,” she said, “would you love me just as much if father lost | | all his money?” I “He hasn’t, has he?” inquired s George, excitedly. “Os course not," she answered. “Os course I would,” George re sponded. o A Trusting Wife. “Does your husband play cards for money?” “No,” replied Mrs. Torkins thoughtfully; “I don’t think Harry plajs for money, but all the people who play with him do." —Every- body's Magazine. He'd Rather Retreat Without a Horse. The army officer was seeking re cruits for a colored cavalry regiment, and had his eye on one particularly fine specimen. “Rastus,” he pleaded, “don’t you want to join Uncle Sam’s cavalry?” “No, sah,” the prospect replied emphatically. “When de bugle soun’s for retreat, Ah doan’ wan’t to be encombered by no horse.” —Ev- erybody’s Magazine. o A Split Sentence. The judge looked sternly at the prisoner. “It is very evident that you are a plain, no-account and shiftless per son, Kasper, and for this I am go ing to send you away for a year at hard labor.” “Please, Judge,” interrupted Mrs. Kasper from the rear of the court room, “will yo’ Honnah jes’ split dat sentence? Don’t send him away from home, but jes’ let dat hard la- Kiwanians Enjoy Program of Music and Song Friday The Kiwanians enjoyed a program I of music and songs last Friday, Mr. P. S. Rowland, of Macon, directing the singing, while Mrs. L. N. Adams presided at the piano. Mr. Rowland is conducting the song services at the Baptist church during the revival. The program proved enjoyable to everyone. The attendance prize was award ed Kiwanian B. C. Teasley, being a box of sox presented by the Chatta nooga Knitting Mills through the lo cal firm of J. D. Matheson & Sons. —— ——£>■ - ' ..1!.,.. .... LEG/O/V W'/LL MEET Hart County Post No. 109 Amer ican Legion will hold its regular meeting on Friday evening of this week in the Legion Hail beginning at 8 o’clock. All members urged to attend. M. M. PARKS, Commander. J. T. WILCOX, Adjutant. 0 If you are disappointed in love, it may save you a greater disappoint ment in marriage. Some young men ask before kiss ing, some kiss before asking, but the majority get busy and say nothing. o Eighty per cent of the crime in this country is committed by men or boys who have had no religious training, says Albert B. Hines, director of the Boys’ Club of New York City. o Customer (entering poultry shop) —“I would ’ like to see a nice fat goose." Small Boy “Yes, sir. Father will be down directly.” o It Helps. “In time of trial,” orated the preacher, -“what brings the greatest comfort?” “An acquittal,” responded a per son who should never had been ad mitted.—American Legion Weekly. Q.. - A Remedy For World Woe*. He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool— shun him. He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is dull—teach him. He who knows, and knows not that' he knows, is asleep—wake him. He who knows and knows that he knows, is wise—follow him. —A Persian Proverb. - tOLD JOE JONES SAYS— .... , „ i It s not the cost of marriage but the up-| I keep that counts.” e *’ J° e > Ye*. o , Memorial Day Exercises On April 24th Largely Attended i < Memorial Day was observed here ’ Friday, April 24, in the court house ! when almost the entire membership : of the U. D. C. met to welcome the ' heroes and heroines of the 60’s. An appropriate program was giv- ! en. Rev. Bradley, of the Presby- ' terian church, led in prayer. 10- 1 minute talks were given by Rev. ' Barton, of the Methodist church, and ' Rev. Duncan, of the Baptist church, I on the bravery of the veterans and the noble women that stood by them in the dark day and how the South ern states stood by the Constitution of the u. s. A. All enjoyed the splendid music by the Hartwell Band, and “Tenting To night” by the U. D. C. quartette. At the close of the program the veterans, their wives and widows, band boys, the U. D. C. met around the festal board and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, the honor guests being the veterans, wives and wi dows, as follows: Mrs. Mary Ann Myers. Mr. I. H. Brown, Miss. Mrs. P. Grances Gaines, widow. Mr. W. S. Allen, soldier. Mr. W. M. Moon, soldier. Mr. D. T. Simmons, soldier. Mr. W. P. Robertson, soldier. Mr. J. Ben Thornton, soldier. Mr. K. F. Morris, soldier. Mr. D. F. Sammons, soldier. Mrs. 1. L. McCurry, widow. Mrs. Martha Ann Rumsey, widow. Mr. D. O. Chapman, soldier. Mr. R. K. Bennett, 88, soldier. Mr. John M. Madden, soldier. Mr. W. J. Bell, soldier. Mrs. Fannie B. Lewis, wife of soldier. Mrs. Dinah Milford, widow. Mrs. J, R. Mize, widow, 88. Mrs. Martha Herring, widow. Mrs. Mary A. Speer, widow. Mrs. Mollie Duncan, widow. Mrs. Hettie Richardson, widow. Mr. W. E. Vickery, soldier. Mr. W. W. Wright, soldier. Mr. J. Andy Adams, soldier. Mr. J. W. Satterfield, soldier. Mrs. Eliza Crump, widow. Mrs. J. W. Satterfield, wife. Mrs. T. J. Bartlett, widow. Mr. G. A. Craft, soldier. Mrs. G. A. Craft, wife. Mrs. Caroline Suit, 89, widow Capt. J. W. Suit. Mr. T. W. Mabry. Mrs. M. E. Dodd. o and Bible Answers | S. If Parents will encourage children to look up ig HI and memorw the Bible Aniwen, it will prove Hi a pncaaese heritage to tiieni in alter years.jH What was Gamaliel’s advice to the Council? See Acts 5:38, 39. THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., MAY 8, 1925 “FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH” By E.8.8..Jr. Colorado is in the midst of the worst water famine in history. There has been no rain out here in months and months. The snows this past winter have been remarkably few and light. So, as a result the water supply all over the state has been seriously affected, so much so that Denver and Greely and Golden and other cities of the state are on the verge of a condition that no-one can foretell the outcome. All sorts of restrictions have been laid around the present supply of water —, no washing of automobiles, sprinkling of the streets every other day, and many other drastic ideas for con serving what is now on hand. But in spite of all this, it continues to be dry out here and the streams are drying up and each day sees a more alarming condition. For the first time in years, the way to Pikes Peak is open over the famous Cog Rail road on account of the small amount of snow that remains. Beautiful Colorado Springs, Colo., is just awakening to the call of sum mer not far distant. After a win ter’s lethargy, she is beginning to be active again and soon the crowds will commence to pour in for a sum mer’s vacation and frolic, from all parts of the country. • With all the wealth of surrounding beauty, with that asset of remarkable civic pride and progress, with the environment of a clean city and refined and cul tured inhabitants, there is no city in Colorado more beautiful. Indeed, there is no city in America more ideal to live in, provided one has the means for a livelihood, indepen- i dently. The city itself has few in- j dustries—, that is, factories, and | producing plants. It is a city for, the already successful. For the first time in many years, I on account of the mild winter and the light snows, the Cog Railroad to the summit of Pikes Peak was open ed again, a few days ago. Having ascended byway of the auto road a few years ago, I determined to ex i perience the thrills of this other I route. The day was warm, and sun- I ny—, an ideal time for such a trip. And so—, away. We’re off. A ride of six miles from Colorado Springs , to Manitou over the electric niter urban. Manitou. A typical little mountain village famous for its baths I and its picturesque location. Situ- I ated right at the very foot of the ' mountains, it is the starting point for every adventurous soul and the 1 last remnant of sheltered civiliza tion. Beyond—•, up—, loom the ! mighty Rockies, challenging those who would solve their mysteries. And so we go on. Maniton. Through . the streets of this little city on a Sun day morning. Sight-seeing cars, the barking of numerous drivers prom ising unforgetable trips. Curio shops and “tourist” stores. With windows full of minerals of all kinds, and beads, and moccasins, and souvenirs. Picture postcards and mountain scenes. Past all this on a little street car that ascends a few blocks to the station of the Cog Railroad, our real starting point. And there panting and patiently awaiting, is the sturdy little engine of the Cog Road with its low wheels and mighty smoke-stack. A locomotive built to stand level on an average grade, equipped with six separate cog wheels, operating from a main drum, situated about the center of the engine. The cogs of these wheels fitting into the corresponding teeth of the rock rails, thus allowing the locomotive to climb the steepest grade or to creep slowly down the in cline with ease and safety. And afront was the passenger coach, not unlike a regular passenger train’s car, except for the windows which were high in order to give an un obstructed view to the magnificent scenery all along the way. We’re off. Our mighty little engine with much puffing and snorting begins its strenuous task of pushing us up this trail of 9 miles to the summit of Pikes Peak. Up and up, through Engelman’s Glen, a narrow defile extending two miles. Whose sides are formed by ’ huge mountains. A rushing moun- i tain creek in this canon. Now flow ing swiftly beside the road bed, again hundreds of feet below, blindly rushing on, over massive rocks and waterfalls into deep, silent pools. Boulders and rocks, as big as houses rise up before us and then are left behind as we quickly push by them. Miniature parks open up in the chasm, and quaint and striking pic tures form. On either side, extend ing far and wide, are grotesque shaped rocks and stones. Two such boulders named “Gog” and “Magog.” We enter Grand Pass. Where for 2,000 feet the puffing engine pushes us up one of the longest and steep est inclines on the whole grade. Echo Falls. Hanging Rock. Artists Glen. An old mountain trail that leads to the summit, once used by the braver and more daring on foot or on burro. And on we go. And soon there conies in view Minnehaha Falls, and the little hamlet of rustic cottages snuggled in a tiny park called Min nehaha, taking its name from the Falls nearby whose foaming waters fill the air with melody. Up and up. Through the narrow, rugged walls of Hell Gate into Verdant Rux ' ton. Here for two and a quarter miles a comparatively level stretch Business is a mantle that covers a multitude of queer transactions. o Why ask your dealer to supply you with butter of the first rank? o Our idea of a great vocal artist is a woman who can sing a baby to sleep when it insists on keeping awake. o An egotist is a man who thinks that the world thinks as much of him as he does himself. is to be seen, covered by beautiful groves of pines. The Half-Way House. Quaint beauties, grotesque shapes and strange illusions fairly crowd the way. Soon in the dis tance the smooth, round head of Bold Mountain elevates itself. And then! The first glorious view of Pikes Peak! A short stop is made at a little building. Perched on the mountain side is a printing office where a daily paper is issued with the news of Pikes Peak—, names of visitors, illustrations, descriptions, etc. The climb is unceasing. The scent soon expands. Trees desert the landscape for we are beyond the timber line. Grand Vistas open ev erywhere. The train now follows a barren path up and up, with a view stretching for miles below. At Windy Point there is a fine view gained of Lake Moraine, glimmering like a sun-let mirror. A final stop for water (the third one our engine has taken for the necessity— and we push onward. And now the train gains rapidly in elevation. The air grows chill; suddenly we are in a cloud which sweeps chillingly by. Then into sunshine, and suddenly we round a curve and looking upward we see the summit —Pikes Peak it self! It is futile to describe the magni ficence and awe-inspiring view one gets from the summit of Pikes Peak. It is one of those indescribable glor- I ies that can not be put into words. There comes a silent reverence into the heart of every visitor. A migh ty sensation of loneliness and yet a triumphant feeling of happiness in i living in such a world of beauty, i A feeling that behind all this marvel- I ou- scenery is the hand of God, a j creator that has fulfilled every wish, ' every possibility, every opportunity. I Pikes Peak! Rising 14,109 feet I above sea level, it towers above the ! other mountains as a master over I his vassals. There, to the West, stand a thousand towering peaks in spotless white—majestic, beautiful, awful. On the East, a mighty ocean of plains, superb and placid, stretches indefinite. The sun shines golden, white, purple shadows wonder here and there beneath the shifting clouds. Close at hand is the Bot tomless Pit and the Abyss of Deso lation, great shuddering rents in the mountain into which the sun never finds its way, and where the snows of centuries lie to unconjectured depths. On that Sunday, on top, there was snow. Great walls of deep snow and the wind blew fierce ly and we shivered in a temperature of 35 degrees. And soon, after a last view of it all, we were on the train again, and slowly wended our way down the mountain. Back to a warmer clime and civilization. There are many remarkable points about Pikes Peak, outside of its marvelous grandeur. A remarkable automobile road, the most stupendous undertaking of the age, ascends to th every summit. The Pikes Peak Cog Railroad, the feat of engineering skill never equalled, reaches the highest autitude of any scenic rail way in the world. A daily news paper published near the summit, sets a record for human ingenuity and progress. And on the summit is a hotel, a substantial, commodious I and comfortable building furnishing food and lodging for those who would remain over-night. Within the hotel building is a Western Un ion office; also a lunch room and souvenir store. The barometer on Pikes Peak stands at about 17 inches. Water boils at 184 degrees F. On top of the Summit Hotel is a steel tower and powerful field glasses through which the gorgeous land scape may be studied in detail. And —, at nights, from the steel observa tory surmounting the hotel building a high power search light is operat ed. The path of its light may be seen from adjoining states, and when its rays are projected along the highways or into the cities and vil lages of this region it is a reminder that Pikes Peak, the Sentinel of the Rockies, stands virgil over its own. “Out Where the West Begin*.” ! Out where the hand clasps a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That’s where the West begins. Out where the sun shines a little brighter, Out where the snows fall a trifle whiter. Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That’s where the West begins. Out where skies are a trifle bluer, Where friendship ties are a little truer, That’s where the West begins. | Out where the fresher breeze is blowing, Where there’s a laughter in every streamlet flowing. Where there’s more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West bgins. Out where the world is still in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are breaking. That’s where the West begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing. Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins. Good roads pay for themselves, probably ten cents out of every dol lar’s worth of farm produce is de voted to the expense of transporta tion. Anything that reduces this proportion works to the benefit of l both the consumer and the farmer i himself. Good roads make it pos sible to haul the year round, re gardless of weather conditions, and . reduce marketing expense through i larger loads carried at greater speed. _ , Omimmbi CHINA CAT GROWS WISE ONCE in a farm house there lived in the parlor on a high mantel a china dog and a china cat. The cat was white with yellow spots on its sides and she sat looking over the big parlor for many years until one night when the house was quite still the black dog with white spots said “Bow.” China Cat jumped up and humped her back and glared at little China Dog, but he was just as scared as China Cat, for until that night he had never discovered he could bark at the magic hour when all toys and such folks talk. "What do you mean by barking like that?” said China Cat. “One would think you were like the master’s dog that comes in here sometimes all cov ered with hair. You are nothing but a smooth-coated toy dog —not real at all.” “I am real, or I could not bark, and I want you to get right off of my shelf," snapped China Dog. "Your shelf?” said China Cat. “I want you to know if anyone owns this place It Is I. Get down on the floor yourself if you think you are so real. That is where dogs belong.” “Not handsome dogs like me,” said China Dog, “but common cats belong “Come Here,” China Boy Called to China Dog. on the floor, and if you do not jump down where you belong I shall drive you down.” “You just try it; that is all,” an, swered China Cat. showing her claws "If I had such a shiny, smooth coat as you have 1 should know I wasn’t a real cat at all, but just a toy like you.” "Bow wow,” laughed China Dog. “You had better look in the mirror behind you. You haven’t any fur coat like the real puss that comes in here sometimes and is always driven out. Parisian motor cars are being painted in brilliant jazz designs, it is reported, the id?a probably being to : give the pedestrian a picture of the stars he is going to see when a car hits him.—Nashville Banner. I ■ ■ ■ a a wa B ■ ■ ■ !■■■■«■■■ MAY BUT. 1 : Is Comin&^SSh: I May and December does not always refer to the mar- ■ riage of a young woman and an old man; but, emblematical 1 of youth and old age, it warns the youth that old age must g come, and with it a competency for the declining years of | life, or that pitiable condition so often witnessed of the one a who had ample funds in youth, but none in old age. The ■ bank account, even though started late in life, often fore- ! stalls penury and want when the earning capacity is gone. « I Start vour bank account today—tomorrow never comes, i ■ | “ THE OLD RELIABLE" " OFFICERS: D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President jj M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier I | DIRECTORS: ■ D. C. ALFORD - S. W. THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON I I. J. PHILLIPS -M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. I. HAILEY * L. L. McMULLAN # and that is why I cannot understand how it is you are allowed so remain." “My coat isn’t soft and furry, but it is nice and clean and not a bit like that puss who is driven out of here, replied China Cat, “and if you will look in the mirror yourself you will soon find out you are no more like the dog that comes in here than that vase in the middle of the shelf. "Your eyes are all wrong,’’ said China Dog. “I am a very big, fierce dog with a hairy coat and —” In the middle of the mantel hold ing a vase for flowers stood a china boy. “Come here,” he called to China Dog, at the same time giving a low whistle which made China Dog stop quarreling and run to his master. “Stand up on your hind legs and beg,” commanded the china boy, and up on his legs stood little China Dog and whined. “Good doggie,” said China Boy, pat ting China Dog’s head. "Now roll over and play dead.” Little China Dog obeyed, and when China Boy told him to jump up he patted him again. “If we were real folks I’d give you a bone," he said. Again China Dog whined, and this time he wagged his tail. “Now go back to your place on the end of the shelf and stand there until tomorrow night,” said China Boy. “Well, if I shan’t give up,” said China Cat. “I would just like to see myself minding that vase boy the way you did.” “Look! There is a mouse,” said China Boy. "It ran back of the sofa.” China Cat Jumped to the floor and there she lay next morning, with her head broken off, and though she was mended and put back on the shelf, when the magic hour came around next night she kept to her own end of the shelf and said not a word. But China Cat thought if she did not speak, and what she thought was that she did not like boys or dogs and she would rather not speak at all than have to mind that vase boy as little China Dog did. “Bow,” said China Dog as he "Start ed back to his corner after playing with China Boy. “You aren’t real. I told you you were not.” “I am wise if I am not real,” thought China Cat. “I’ll sit here the rest of my days and never let you or that vase boy know I can speak at the magic hour. Then I shan’t be bothered by two such silly creatures as you, who think they are real when they are nothing but china like me. But some day they will tumble off the shelf and then they will find It out just as I did.” (© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) A collection of coins identified as dating back to the time of Cenwulf, a Mexican king who ruled about A. D. 800, was discovered in a cave near Peakland, Derbyshire, England, re cently.