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The Hartwell Sun
—Established 1876
LEON MORRIS&LOUIE L. MORRIS
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FRIDAY, MAY 29, 1925
• SOME SUN
• SCINTILLATIONS
• L.L.M.
[ A BIBLE THOUGHT (
J, For This Week ;
|hj Bible Thoughts memonxed. will prove • 1
(, pnoekM hentaff* 1D after yean.
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A new commandment I give unto
you, That ye love one another: as
I have loved you, that ye also love
one another. By this shall all men
know that ye are my disciples, if ye
have love one to another.—John
13:34, 35.
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The man who drives the family
car usually gets considerable auto
suggestion from the rear seat.
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A city is made up of people, and
the city is just exactly what the peo
ple make it. What kind of a citizen
are you?
A county out in Texas is said to
have two dogs for every hog. The
place, very likely, where these hot
dogs come from.
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As we have previously remarked
there’s nothing so refreshing as a
glass of that luscious and grand old
buttermilk these hot days.
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The children whose parents used
to walk a long distance to school,
now complain about the make of the
automobile that is sent for them to
ride in.
o
If the potatoes raised in the gar
den this summer look as big as pic
tured in the seed catalog, neither
the cellar nor the woodshed will be
able to hold them.
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Uncle John Shannon celebrated
another birthday last Friday over at
Commerce. We didn’t hear just
which one it was, but we sincerely
hope he’ll live another hundred, —
if he wants to.
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Evolution.
If anybody, or anything, has been
damaged by the discussion of evolu
tion, it is the monkey. That animal
must be totally disgusted when it
sees depths of degradation to which
some of its offspring has plunged.—
Commerce News.
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Likes Some Better Than Others.
“You know,” says old Joe Jones
the other afternoon as he pulled his
chair up beside our palatial office
Morris chair, in his confidential tone
of voice,—“You know,”’ says he, “I
like everybody, but I’ll tell the pop
eyed world, there are some folks 1
just naturally like better than oth
ers.” So it goes, Joe, so it goes.
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We spent last Friday in Lavonia
atending a Sunday school conference.
Rush Burton was there, and in style.
He had on a tie so red that we start
ed to call the doctor when he walked
up, thinking his throat had been cut.
Incidentally, at the noon hour, Rush
maintained his reputation as the
champion chicken shredder of this
section of the State. Those Lavonia
folks certainly know how to feed and
entertain.
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Editor Rush Burton intimates m
his last issue over at Lavonia that
since our folks are operating a hotel
at Mountain City this summer we
are going to replace that great, grand
and noble drink, the salubrious but
termilk with plain, old mountain
dew. Not so, Bro. Burton, not so.
We wouldn’t give one gallon of that
delectable fluid for a barrel of north
Georgia lightning liquor. However,
we suspect there will be a few guests
at The New Rabun in Mountain City
this summer who won’t readily agree
with us. They, unfortunately, don't
know any better.
Our Own Beatitude.
If an editor has Beatitudes, we
believe they should read something
like this:
“Blessed are the Merchants who
advertise because they believe in it
and in their business; for their pros
perity shall increase manyfold.
“Blessed are the Country Corres
pondents who send in their well
written items every week; for fame
of their friendly neighborhoods shall
go abroad in the land.
“Blessed is the woman who sends
in a written account of a party or
wedding; for she shall see the details
of the function and the names of her
guests correctly reported.
“Blessed are all those who do not
expect the editor to know everything,
but who call up and tell him when
ever an interesting event occurs to
them; for they shall have a new
paper in their town.
“Blessed are they who get their
• copy in early; for they shall occupy
a warm place in the editor’s heart.
“Blessed are all those who co-oper
►ate with the editor in his efforts in
behalf of the community; for their
town shall be known far and wide as
• good place in which to live,”
, The grand finale of the Hartwell
commencement season comes Friday
night when sixty boys and girls get
their diplomas. Senator Mundy, of
Cedartown, will deliver the address.
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Chautauqua opens Saturday after
noon. The program is madfc up to
supply every form of high class en
’plertainment. Hartwell and Hart
| county people are a little above the
I average when it comes to demands
for forms of amusement, and in the
| 1925 Chautauqua they have secured
' the best that can be secured.
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The Eighth-Ninth Districts Press
Association will meet in Buford on
Friday, June 12th. Editor Jack
Majors and the citizens of that city
are preparing in great style for the
gathering. Some of the papers in
this section haven’t been sending rep
resentatives lately, among them The
Elberton Star, The Granite City
News, The Toccoa Record, The La
vonia Times, The Washington News-
Reporter, and others. It is very
likely that the crowd will spend that
night in Atlanta, and this fact will
doubtless increase the attendance on
the 12th of June. Let’s have every
paper in the two districts represent
ed at this session.
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What Is a Jar?
We’ll venture to say that every
housewife around Hartwell thinks
she knows what a Mason fruit jar is,
yet we doubt if there is one who
really does. How many know that
a Mason jar starts in a quarry in
West Virginia as common sand, to
which is added soda ash, from Ohio;
limestone, properly ground, from
Michigan; feldspar, from North
Carolina; niter, from the mountain
deserts of Chile; antimony, from
Utah; cobalt, from Canada, and
selenium, from Montana. On top is
a porcelain liner containing the
above, as, well as flourspar, from
Kentucky, and cryolite, from Green
land. This is sealed with a rubber
band, and the rubber is grown in
Paraguay. So you «ee it is pretty
safe to believe that very few people
really know what goes to make an
ordinary fruit jar.
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old JOE JONES
SAYS—
I j “Just because a fellow
SCTjf meets a bill doesn’t al-
* ways mean that he
—t pays it ’”
So We’ve Noticed, Joe,
So We’ve Noticed
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Former Citizen Compliments
Local Moving Picture House
Manager W. T. Yarborough, of
The Star Theatre, is in receipt of
a letter from Mr. George H. Page,
of Memphis, Tenn., formerly of this
city, in which he says, in part:
Memphis, Tenn., May 9, 1925.
DEAR BlLL:—Memphis has some
of the finest movie houses in the
South, and I thought it would be
an easy matter to entertain Wilson
Page, when last week from
Hartwell, with the best and latest
screen productions, but when we be
gan to take him to the best, he
would say, “Shucks, we had that in
Hartwell long time ago”—and this
was not the case just once. I am
glad to note that you are keeping
up the high standard you had when
I was one of your satisfied custom
ers.
The more your patrons travel
around, the more they should appre
ciate the high class pictures you are
showing.
Sincerely your friend,
GEO. H. PAGE.
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Big Automobile Caravan Will
Pass Thru Hartwell In July
According to The Anderson (S.
C.) Daily Mail, a great automobile
caravan will pass through Athens,
Royston, Hartwell and Anderson
about July 12th, composed of Dixie
Maccabbees en route to Washington.
It will leave Atlanta on that date
and is expected to spend the night at
Greenville. Some 1,000 to 1,500
persons are expected to be in the
party. Persons from cities west and
south of Atlanta are expected to
gather at that city and proceed to
Washington.
The Macabbees in all sections have
been working on this movement for
over 20 months, with the result that
five motorcades are leaving from as
many parts of the United States and
Canada to arrive in Washington on
July 20th, where the largest automo
bile parade yet staged will be ar
ranged.
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Solomon's Wise Rule
, Under the reign of Solomon Israel
developed Into a commercial nation.
Foreign alliances which he made
formed the basis of trading relations
abroad. He Joined in maritime com
, merce with the Phoenicians, and once
, In three years sent a fleet from his
port at the head of the gulf of Akaba
> to trade with Ohlr, presumably on
t the eastern coast of Arabia, and places
on the way. These expeditions
brought back gold and oriental
■ itches and vastly expanded the royal
' coffers.
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Leprosy was looked upon by the
ancient Hindus as man's inevitable
’ punishment for killing a serpent.
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Summer motor traffic on the nar
r row limited floor of the Yosemite
. j Valley is so great that traffic officers
are required to regulate it.
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QUESTIONS -1
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If Parv-nta will encoorw* children to look op d
g andtnemonic the Hzble Anewera, it will prove h
i a pnet ber.ta<e to them txt after yean-
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s What is said of one who is slow
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THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., MAY 29, 1925
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8..Jr.
On the last lap of my travels, for
the season. Soon there’ll be a-park
ing of grips and a-checking up of
samples, a final day of work, the last
good-byes to old friends (with a tug
at the heart, in my many cases) and
"Johnnie will come a-marching home”
—meaning me. This is my final trip
in the West, according to my plans
now. There will be no “City” Ok
lahoma, no “roomy” Texas, no Colo
rado of blissful enchantment, nor
Wyoming with its lonely isolation—,
that is, for the writer. Instead, my
plans are, to be in Atlanta most of
the time and all the traveling that
will be done, beginning in Septem
ber will be in the South. The South
that I love so well. In this column,
in the past three years, I have tried
to picture in my humble way, the
Great West of Today. I have striv
en at this attempt, faithfully, and
sincerely, and along with these
“travelogues” I have, now and then,
injected in my writings some of my
own personal observations, and views
of life, in general. If I have of
fended anyone, if in my views I have
erred and been mistaken, if I have
strayed from the path of the general
public sentiment in my utterances, I
crave forgiveness. lam human and
as a human, I am bound to make
stupid mistakes. And as a fellow
man, I shall hide behind that world
old argument, that every man has a
perfect right to his own way of
thinking.
It is my intention to continue this
column in “The Sun.” If it is the
desire of the editors and the pleasure
of the readers of this paper, I shall
"carry on.” Life is full of romance.
No matter where one may be, there’s
plenty of stories of human interest.
In this world of ours, surrounding
us on all sides, encompassing us
from the four winds, there’s beauty,
and there’s miracles of love, and ma
gic. There’s pathos and there’s hap
piness. There’s illusions and the dis
illusions. I like to write. I want to
tel) of these things just as I see
them. Mr. Hairston’s kind letter in
a recent issue of The Sun was genu
inely appreciated. If he has enjoy
ed my column I'm curious to know
if others have, or haven’t. So, with
only that desire to satisfy my own
curiosity and to decide definitely
whether to continue this column af
ter my travels in the West are over,
I’m asking you, my friend, to sit
down and write me a personal letter
about this. If you like my column,
tell me. If you don’t like it, tell
me, and you need not worry over my
sensitiveness. I shall be grateful
for any sort of criticism. Just write
me, “E. B. 8., Jr., c'o Th* Hartwell
Sun,” with a “personal” on the en
velope and your name signed inside,
and I’ll keep all letters strictly con
fidential.
Leisurely working in Oklahoma, I
finished with Norman and traveled
over to Stillwater. Here, this little
city of six thousand souls, the great
Oklahoma Agricultural College is
situated. Stillwater is a simple coun
try village, very unlike any college
town I have ever visited. Its in
habitants are kindly folk, mostly re
tired farmers, and they lead a quiet,
peaceful life in this prosperous little
settlement. Nothing more exciting
than a mediocre tent show ever rip
ples the waters of their peaceful ca
reers. Two dingy moving picture
shows run year-old pictures to in
trigue and thrill the more adventur
ous natives. Stores with benches in
front, restaurants with “fiddlers”
playing lively jigs, two hotels run
ning family style, blacksmith shops,
a hitching rail for horses and mules
on Saturday, with pitching horse
shoes as the national game—, this is
Stillwater. My, what an exciting
town! One wonders if the burg will
ever wake up and realize that right
in its midst is a splendid college
with 3,000 students. And with that
splendid asset of higher education,
and that college community of pro
gressive young people it would not
awake out of its slumber and take
advantage of its opportunities. Some
day, civic pride will assert itself and
it will be a real college city.
Oklahoma A. & M., itself is a
thoroughly modern university. At
the head of the school is Dr. Brad
ford Knapp, a former resident of
Arkansas, who has quickly brought
this institution into public notice and
fame. Dr. Knapp has been a shrewd
thinker. He has gone all over the ,
state lecturing and made many
friends for himself and the college. I
He has begged, pleaded, cajoled and
bullied the state legislature into ■
handsome appropriations for the va
rious departments, and he has at- \
i traded a large student body who are
actively behind him. The student- i
body itself is composed of a fine
class of boys and girls. Not so sash- 1
ionable nor showy as at the univer
sity of Oklahoma at Norman, but ev
ery bit as ambitious. The Frater
nity and Sorority life here has devel
oped into a harmonious grouping and
has aided much in retouching the
rough spots of former social life,
i Although, it’s an attractive college
I to a visitor.
And speaking of Dr. Knapp, it I
comes to me startlingly true today,
, what a tremendous factor the men
. and women of other states have been,
i to both the states of Texas and Ok
lahoma. In both these states the
composite of their populations re
veals an immense number of out-of
state citizens. All over Texas and
Oklahoma, one finds many former
I people from Georgia, and Alabama,
' South Carolina and North Carolina.
All southern states—, the old South
—are well represented out here. The
remarkable feature of it all. though,
is the fact that hardly without ex-1
Some wives are merely servants
who give their services for life with
out wages,
ception these out-of-state people have
made good; not only “good,” but
have done exceptional. Time after
time, some important personage’s
name appears in bold print on the
daily newspapers’ front page, with
a history of his achievements. And
time after time, I have found by
looking back into history a few years
the fact is revealed that he moved
here from Georgia, or some other
state of the old South. All of which
makes me feel very proud. We have,
as former Georgians, living out here
now the cream of Texas and Okla
homa business men—, bankers,
school presidents, doctors, lawyers,
insurance men, cotton men. It is no
wonder that to Texans and Okla
homans the old South holds an al
luring attractiveness and that a last
ing prestige has been established.
Not long ago, while traveling
through Oklahoma, through poor
connections, I was forced to wait
over in a tiny little junction town
in a farming community. It was
one of those towns which we are all
familiar with. Situated in a rich
farming district, farms lay on all
sides. “Main street” itself abrupt
ly led into a cotton patch a few
blocks from the business section. A
couple of stores, a restaurant, a
“soda fount” with a bench in front
overflowing with idlers, composed the
business section. A railroad at the
bottom of the hill, just below the
town brought the unwary stranger
thither and then scuttled away like
a mouse afraid to linger any long
er. So, here I was. I sauntered
over to the restaurant and munched
on a dry sandwich of some descrip
tion and pretty soon I heard music in
the front of the building. It was
noon-time but I heard an interesting
and varied program from the sta
tion at Bristow, Okla., not so very
far away. And as I listened with
the others, the program suddenly
switched to agricultural subjects and
on the topic of Soy Beans, a noted
man from our of state delivered a
ten-minute talk that should have
been instructive and valuable to all
farmers. Yet, as is .always the
case a few of the listeners, farmers
all, were quite scornful over the
whole talk, declaring that the speak
er was a “city man” and got ail his
“laming from books” and knew noth
ing about farming. “Why, that guy
wouldn’t even know a soy bean if he
looked it in the face.” And so it
went, ’till the program over the ra
dio changed, and it gave me a
thought about the two kinds of folks
that make up this world of ours. The
first class are people who are educat
ed and willing to think intelligently,
or at least if not educated, are will
ing to learn and develop themselves
by new ideas and the experience of
others. The other class, are people
unfortunately, who neither think nor
care to learn and who shut them
selves up in a shell stonedeaf to ad
vancement and new thought. They
I will not listen to others, they will
not accept any views but their own,
and with the prejudice of years plod
on and on ’till they die, doing the
things thinking in terms of boyhood
wisdom. Understand, I am not be
meaning the uneducated man nor the
untutored mind, so long as they* are
willing to learn and are open-mind
ed. It is that unfortunate type of
man that wants to go his own way
and will not listen to greater minds
that I condemn. Every great move
ment in the world, since the begin
ning has had to fight prejudice and
lazy ignorance. The inventor of
the steam ship, the steam engine,
electricity, the telephone, the tele
graph, the automobile, the wireless,
the radio—all these pioneers fought
the obstacles of “doubting Thomases”
who would neither listen nor concede
their possibility until shown. How
ever dumb I may be, I hope I may
always keep an open mind and be
willing to listen to the other fellow.
Perhaps, one of the finest pic
tures of the year, now being shown
on the cinema screens of America,
is “So Big.” It is the story that
took the prize of $10,000.00 in a
famous contest a few months ago.
It has lately been screened and has
been perfected in the most interest
j ing tale I have ever seen portrayed
in moving pictures. It is a true
story of the middle-West a few
years back and in it the period is
faithfully carried out. There is the
young girl brought up in luxury,
with every opportunity, who later
has to earn her own living through
! the death of her parents. Penniless
she turns to teaching and goes to a
rural community and after many
hardships finally marries a poor
young farmer. As the years go by,
the little boy comes—, “So Big,”—
and the hard work of struggle for
existence begins to tell. The man,
I her husband, is kind but wholly un
versed in modern farming, tilling the
; soil each year just as his father had
done before him, refusing to listen to
the wife’s pleadings for modern
methods, and running further and
further in debt. Finally, he dies.
And here is where the picture bright
ens. Undaunted, the little wife de
termines to “carry on” and refuses to
i give up the farm. Old methods of
farming are supplanted by new ones;
progress is firmly entrenched in place
of stagnation. Yet, after weary
years of disappointments and trials
and set-back, success comes and pros
perity is the reward for this brave
little woman. “So Big" is now a
handsome young fellow, blossoming
out into promising manhood. He,
j too, is on the threshold of success in
a business career and through his
mother’s love and faith goes out to
battle the world and makes the
grade, just as a happy ending should
be to a story. By all means, either
read this book, —“So Big,” or see
i the picture.
Husbands and wives never argue
with each other—they simply dis
pute.
Anol/ier Good Soy Bean Story
(Southern Cultivator.)
While over at Hartwell, we were
telling to a group of men about sev
eral of our farmers, who had made
good money growing O-Too-Tan and
Laredo beans. One of the gentle
men said: “We have a farmer in
Hart county, who beats them all, ac
cording to the amount invested. He
bought 25 cents worth and planted
in his garden. His garden had be
come infested with wilt and he plant
ed it in a new place in 1924. So
this gave him garden spot for these
beans. It only took fifteen cents
worth to plant the garden and he
sold ten cents worth to one of his
neighbors. From this garden spot he
gathered and threshed seven bushels
of beans.”
This was making big money on a
small investment. “Put this into
your pipe and smoke it,” as the say
ing goes. It pays a farmer to buy
good seed. In fact it is the best in
vestment that he can make, and “the
second is like unto it,” and it is:
it pays for any farmer to save good
seed.
Our farmers need to give this seed
proposition more careful attention
than they have been doing.
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B. IF. M. U. Rally At Bio
The sixth district of the B. W. M.
U., of the Hebron Association will
have a mission rally at Bio church
the fifth Sunday afternoon at 2:30
o’clock, fast time. The churches
composing the district are Bethany,
Bio, Cedar Creek, Hendrys and Mt.
Hermon. The members of the W.
M. S. and all the young people’s or
ganizations from each of these
churches are urged to attend.
The program follows:
Song—O Zion Haste.
Prayer—Mrs. J. B. Thornton, Mt.
Hermon.
Devotional—Members of Hendrys
W. M. S.
Welcome—Little Miss Mary Cobb,
Bio.
Response—Bethany S. B.
Four Great Commissions—Miss
Lettie Banister, Bethany.
How Do You Hold Your Hands?—
Mt. Hermon Sunbeams.
Do Foreign Missions Pay?—Mrs.
J. C. David, Cedar Creek.
We’ll Keep On Telling the Story—-
Bio Sunbeams.
Talk—Mrs. M. T. Warren—Bio.
Missionary Alphabet—-Cedar Creek
Sunbeams.
Demonstration—Hendrys R. A.
Talk-—Miss Berta Brown, N. E. Di
visional Young People’s Counselor.
Round Table Discussion on Meth
ods—Mrs. Amanda McMullan, Supt.
Hebron B. W. M. U.
Reading—Member of Bio Y. W. A.
Special Song—Bio Y. W. A.
Dismission.
MRS. M. V. DUNCAN,
District Sec.
MISS QUILLIE NORMAN,
Young People’s Dist. Sec.
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An irrigation well near Broome.
Australia, sunk to a depth of 1,775
feet, yields one million gallons of
water a day.
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Tropical fruits in a fully ripened
state, dipped in a rubber composition
which shuts out all air, preventing
decomposition, may soon appear on
distant markets. The composition
becomes brittle when cold and is
easily removed from the fruit.
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The housewife of today is as much of a business woman ■
as the lady who works in an office or conducts a business, *
and she keeps her household and personal allowance in a F
bank, issues checks in paying the household expenses or ■
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regular bills. g
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They find it an easy way to keep track of the monthly ■
outlay and more convenient than the eternal bother of hav- |
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ing change on hand to pay tradesmen’s bills. ■
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IggSJai “THE OLD RELIABLE” I
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OFFICERS: 1
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D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President g
M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier I
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DIRECTORS: #
D. C. ALFORD - S. W. THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON 1
I. J. PHILLIPS - M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. I. HAILEY |
L. L. McMULLAN 1
Hear And Their
By DANA
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ABOUT AS long.
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AS THERE’S
THERE WILL always be.
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THE DOUBTERS.
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AND THE scorners.
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AND THOSE self-opinioned guys.
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WHO CAN only see.
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THEIR VIEW point.
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AND WISE ideas.
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AND ARE never willing.
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TO LISTEN to others.
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AND LEARN something new.
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AND SO every year.
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AS I struggle on.
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I TRY TO keep this thought.
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CONSTANTLY renewed.
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SO THAT I may learn.
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AND PROFIT from others.
AND JUST the other day.
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I HEARD THE good news.
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OF A FRIEND out here in Tekas.
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WHOM I HAD known in college.
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AND WHO FOR four years.
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HAD BEEN laughed at.
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AND JOKED about.
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BECAUSE OF an idea of his.
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ON A NEW kind of brake.
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AND NOW he’s rich.
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BECAUSE OF his invention.
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AND HIS friends are poor.
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AND I’M ready to believe.
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AS THEY would say in pictures:
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“TWO THOUSAND years ago.
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AESOP SAID.
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A WISE MAN changes his mind.
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BUT A FOOL never does.”
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I THANK YOU.
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Economy consists in knowing how
to get others to supply our wants.
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After Mascagni had written “Ca
valleria Rusticana,” he is said to have
thrown it into the fire, from which
his wife rescued it.
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Old abandoned ice houses along
the Hudson River are being convert
ed into mushroom farms. The big
gest of the one-time ice houses can
produce a S6OO crop every day.