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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
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FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 1925
• SOME SUN
• SCINTILLATIONS
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I Jl, BIBLE THOUGHT i|
If "" F° r This Week ■■■ ;
|yj Bible Thouahts memorized, will prove a ;
pricekss heritage io after yv*rs.
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O come, let us worship and bow
down; let us kneel before the Lord
our maker. For he is our God; and
we are the people of his pasture.—
.Psalm 95:6, 7.
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There’s plenty of room at the bot
tom, —of these balloon trousers.
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The public is easily pleased pro
vided you do what the public wishes.
The older a person gets the less
certain he is that he knows any
thing.
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A good reputation is about as
hard to win as a bad one is hard to
lose.
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The man who is too lazy to work
usually manages to be very prompt
at meal time.
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It’s getting pretty dry when the
spokes begin to drop out of the pass
ing auto wheels.
If one extreme follows another
you’d better put in an order for a
few extra tons of coal.
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The cotton crop is off, corn is a
failure, —but you can still rely on
the grand old buttermilk just the
same.
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We love our town and her people,
but are not blind to our faults. One
of these is that we talk too much.—
Butler Herald.
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After all, there are only four steps
that any one need learn—
—Up,
* —Down,
—ln and Out.
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The old man who got corns in his
hands from holding a plow stock, now
has a son who gets his by holding a
steering wheel.—Tifton Gazette.
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Some people say they won’t go to
church because they do not like to be
hypocrites. That is what they say
but that is not the reason—the rea
son is that they are, to a large ex
tent, hypocrites already.
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An old-timer observes that the
population of the small town no long
er meets the train to see it pass
by. We now sit around the drug
store and watch ’em light from the
automobiles.—Sylvester Local.
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Hint* to Week-Enders:
How to tell the bath room door—
It is always at the end of the hall.
It is the last door you try.
It always sticks.
It is generally locked.
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For Goodness Sake, Rush!
We learn that on account of the
scarcity of water it is a twenty-five
dollar fine to take a bath in some
cities. Bet old Louie Morris wishes
he lived in one of those cities.—La
vonia Times.
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“Scientists think that the discov
ery of a fossil of a five-toed horse
is a more important event than the
Birth of Christ. They travel around
the world to see a skeleton, but would
not cross the street to save a soul.’’
—W. J. Bryan.
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Here’s a tip to be used in the col
lection of your accounts: The aver
age man is honest, and the payment
of his debts is a pleasure to him.
Os bad accounts in general it may be
said that most of them are due to
over-buying, due to optimistic dreams
of future income. Treat your debt
or generously and you will get your
money—wherf he has it, which is
quick enough.
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Our Short Sermon.
A great man once said: I have
learned in whatsoever state I am,
therewith to be content.” Why should
■we be dissatisfied with our lot in
life? There is no day so dark that
it is not penetrated by the ray of
Hope and no night so hopeless that
it cannot be driven away by the sun
light of Faith.
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How 'Bout It, Uncle John?
The News-Reporter is indeed glad
to learn that Editor John Shannon,
of Commerce, is rapidly improving.
A little rest in the mountains drink
ing some of Morris’ buttermilk will
help him, then too, maybe Rush Bur
ton would help him get a bathing
■tut for a little swimming or “coming
■it” party.—Washington News-Re
■brter.
The Sun is always optimistic; let’s
keep on boosting, folks.
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The merchants are getting in their
pretty fall and winter stocks.
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A few good rains will help, and
we still have faith they’ll come.
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Street paving will turn loose lots
of money right when we need it.
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The gins are running, and soon
business will be picking up right
along.
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Hartwell has no shortage of water,
but the citizens are urged to con
serve on account of the fact that the
power company has demanded that
no power be used during the day for
the pumping of water.
HE’S KIDDING HIMSELF
A local business man approached
on the proposition of advertising his
store in this paper the other day
made the statement that advertising
didn’t pay and that three-fourths
of the money spent on advertising
| was wasted.
Efforts to find out how much
money he spent on advertising
grafts, a number of which are work
ed in every town in the country ev
ery year were futile, but it wasn’t
difficult to assure the non-adver
tiser that if he’d spend his money
in newspaper advertising and give a
little attention to the proper prep
aration of his copy, the money so
spent would not be wasted but would
return to him many times in increas
ed sales.
The same merchant, when asked
what kind of a suit he had on said
it was a “Kuppenheimer.” He was
asked what brand of shoes he wore
and immediately said that they were
“Florsheim” shoes. He stated with
out hesitation that his shirt was an
“Arrow” brand and that he always
wore a “Stetson” hat.
Why does he wear those things
and why was he able to tell the rep
resentative of this paper the names
of the brands so readily? Simply
because they’re all advertised the
length and breadth of the nation.
Articles on this merchant’s shelves
were examined and in almost every
instance they were from manufac
turing concerns who advertise their
products constantly in every conceiv
able way.
The merchant said that his cus
tomers called for this article and for
that one, quite frequently. When
asked why his customers wanted
things made by certain companies,
the merchant replied that he sup
posed they had used them before and
found them to be worth the money.
All of which is trus, but it’s a safe
bet that the first «time they tried an
article, they did so because they read
the manufacturer’s description of it
in an advertisement and that after
purchasing they found the article
exactly as advertised and through
truthful advertising became satisfied
customers.
The clothes this merchant wore
were made by companies which ad
vertised and he knew the names of
them because they were advertised;
the car he drives and the tires he
uses on it are advertised every
week in this paper and he admitted
that he bought the machine because
of the things he had read about it;
the biggest seller in his store, the
things his customers call for by
name, are advertised brands; yet this
merchant says he doesn’t believe in
advertising and that money so spent
is wasted.
He’s kidding himself at his own
expense, and doesn’t know it.
Pastor Got Scolding
More or Less Merited
One of the oddest things about the
“Further Reminiscences,” by S. Baring
Gould, is the feet that he tells an
amusing story of his experience in get
ting the words to the song, “John Bar
leycorn," but omits all mention of the
fact that he wrote “Onward Christian
Soldiers.”
The clergyman and writer spent
much time in collecting the old songs
of the countryside. He heard that an
almost bedridden old sinner of the
neighborhood was an authority on
"John Barleycorn," as it was sung in
the district. So Baring Gould called
on him, fortunately, on a day when
the old man's wife was away, and dis
covered the invalid hud managed to
get downstairs. He sang lustily and
gratefully ami the ribald words were
carefully written down.
The next day the minister called to
get his pencil and was met by an
Irate wife. “What do you mean," she
asked, "coming here and getting my
husband to sing his old trashy songs
when he ought to be preparing to meet
his Savior?” She said that she had
put her husband to bed and had burned
his trousers so he could not get up
again and entertain visitors. The
minister was scolded as he never had
been before for encouraging a mun
to be wicked.
OLD JOE JONES
SAYS -
''An empty wagon and
• J a man °^ ten make
I UiiflF muc h noise.”
■ So We’ve Observed,
Joe, So We’ve Ob
served.
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i QUESTIONS
and Bible Answers
S If Parents will enceuras-e children to look up ig
H! and memorise the Bible Answers, it willprwe Et
g aprieeieaa breitage to them m after years tgj
What promise is given to those
who remember the poor? See Psalm
41:1. _ .
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., AUGUST 21, 1925
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8..Jr,
In spite of the gloomy prospects
ahead, Hart county will make more
cotton this year than is being pre
dicted each day around town. Not
disputing the fact that crop condi
tions are alarming and that the con
tinued dry weather has played havoc
with the finest of prospects, there
is still time for a good drenching
rain to do worlds of good. Let’s not
be too pessimistic. There’s always
a ray of hope somewhere. Looking
back over many other dry years in
the past when the cotton crop seem
ed doomed as a total failure, in ev
ery case I can remember that at the
final outcome, that a better crop was
made than expected and the number
of bales was far in the excess of
what had been estimated. I would
not raise false hopes for anyone but
there is a bit of comfort in the
knowledge that all of us generally
are prone to overestimate the gloomy
side of life. However, there’s no
getting around the facts that this
section of Georgia has experienced
the driest period this summer in the,
memory of the oldest inhabitants.
With the continued absence of rain,
we will all soon be of some opinion
as expressed by a prominent farmer
in Hartwell the other day. In talking
over the seriousness of the situation
with a young married man, he said,
“Well, Frank, your and my grand
children may see rain, but you and
I will never live to see it again!”
And yet we cannot afford to give
up. Hartwell and Hart county has
been wonderfully blessed there past
few years in many ways. While
other towns and counties were going
through a siege of “hard times” with
failures on all sides and financial
upheavals from day to day, we have
gone right ahead and with brave
hearts refused to be discouraged con
tinuing to build and plan for better
things. We have had few failures.
Our banks are in a prosperous con
dition. Our business in a splendid
manner and have a healthy status.
With those facts in mind we should
not worry too much; rather, we
should be thankful and have enough
faith in our hearts to believe that
everything will come out alright.
After all, is it not a fact that in
every one of our lives that in near
ly every case when trouble and un
avoidable disaster loomed ahead,
many of our fears never material
ized and the worries that actually
did come were never as bad as we
expected? Most of us are, unfor
tunately, prone to exaggerate our
fears and to make “mountains out of
mole hills.” Personally, in looking
back over my life, I can readily
realize that in all my troubles, the
worries beforehand were ever more
tortuous than the actual happening.
One’s environment has a great deal
to do with one’s thoughts. That is
to say, all of us think in terms of
our hobbies, or our work, or our sur
roundings. Every veiled illusion, ev
ery mental effort, all of our conver
sation and ideas, spring up out of an
atmosphere that we have grown up
in and absorbed. Mine, these years,
through constant traveling has been
in terms of hotels of strange cities,
a constant shifting of scenes with the
urge to keep a-moving. Os interest
ing sights and curious slants on life
in general, the meeting of all types
and bumping into all sorts of creeds
and beliefs. Hence, if I Weary the
reader with my constant mention of
these things, it will be pardonable, I
trust. It has been my life. Jour
neying to Atlanta this morning on
the fast “Birmingham Special” of the
Southern Railway, I picked up one
of this great railroad’s latest mes
sages to the public and read it. And
once again I am reflecting over the
tremendous importance the railroads
have had in developing every section
of America, and the heartless way
most of us have forgotten it. In
deed, since the establishment of so
many bus lines throughout the coun
try, our neglect has been so shame
ful that many steam lines have suf
fered, later to die a natural death
through lack of patronage. All of
which bespeaks eloquently of the in
herent lack of gratitude in the aver
age American. In a sectional way,
the Southern Railroad has done more
to develop the South than any other
agency in existence. In spite of its
unpardonable dining car service
which has been a serious handicap to
an otherwise efficient system, the
Southern is one of the foremost rail
roads in the country. Here’s its
latest message:
“Faith in the South and Courage
to Back It.”
“It took courage to turn more than
a hundred million dollars of the earn- .
ings of this railroad back into the |
property without paying a dividend
for thirty years. It required fore- i
sight to insure the wisdom of such j
courage. Faith in the South stood
back of this program. Now, after
thirty years, this Faith has borne its
fruit.
“The South is prosperous. The !
Southern Railway has come into its
own, and Southern Railway securi
ties are taking their rightful place in
the investment markets.”
Summer days, as a rule, are not
especially suited to a heavy program
of reading. One may have the time
and the inclination but invariably the
mood changes and other amusements
are sought after. The temperature
hovering near the hundred mark
I swiftly relieves us of our most am
bitious plans: we stifle in the sultry
weather; get sleepy, a reslessness
I comes over us and soon we throw
i aside whatever the book may be and
I bestir ourselves for easier things.
' No, the ideal time for reading is
I winter-time. When the cold winds
I blow and the alluring green of a
summer's touch has darkened with
! icy touch of winter-time into the
: brown and black of all out-doors,
j Then it is, we like to watch the
cheehful glow of an open fire, and
pull our chairs comfortably near and
back in its warmth. And then it is,
‘ too, that we reach for a book and are
soon lost in the maze of a daring
tale, forever forgetful of the outside
world. z
In your reading this doming win
ter, if you haven’t already done it,
\ make it a point to read some of those
I charming little stories of Harry
• Stillwell Edwards. Mr. Edwards is
a Southern author living in Macon,
i Ga., and he has gained an enviable
i place as a raconteur of delightful
• little stories of the South. Intensely
: loyal to the Old South in all of its
i traditions and its ideals he has writ
ten of the old time “darkey” with a
deft touch. I would recommend, es
pecially, “Aenius Africanus” and
“Aeniius Africanus—Defendant” as
two of his best efforts.
Coming nearer home, right at home
to be exact, we have our own cele
brities, you know. Do you realize
that we have a gifted song writer
and a lyric artist in our midst? Well,
.we have. In “Oh, It’s Florida,” Miss
Mary Linder as composer, with the
aid of the inimitable Mr. F. P. Lin
der who has written the words, we
find a captivating piece of music. The
music is catchy, has a nice “swing,”
and is really appealing. The words
are clever and appropriate. Copies
of this music went on sale in Hart
well this past week and in its initial
bow has met instant approval.
4 LITTLE FUN—
“Just as you wrote me, this young
ster wasn’t in my office two minutes
before he bet me $25 that I had a
wart on my shoulder. Os course
he lost. I hope it will be a lesson
to him.”
In a couple of weeks a reply came
from San Antonio.
‘“The youngster wins. Before he
left he bet me SIOO he would have
your shirt off in five minutes after
he met you.”
Customer: Hey, waiter, what kind
of blankety blank coffee do you call
this junk, anyhow’?
Waiter: Why, that’s Plaster House
coffee, sir; very fine grade, I assure
you, sir.
Customer: Plaster House coffee,
hey? Well, I’ll be darned if I can
find the house, but a lot of the
grounds are in here.
Clerk in coal office: “There’s an
order on the book for ten tons of
coal for the asylum, no size stated,
w’onder what we better send up?”
“That’s easy,” said the office boy,
“Send nut.”
“Daughter, doesn’t that man know
how to say good-night?”
“Oh, daddy, I’ll say he does!”
Enjoy th® Best Time of the Year
Now’ come the most glorious days Ford; nothing at which its willing
of all—-late August, September and power will balk. And its control
golden October! Days meant to be is so simple, so easy that you can
lived out-of-doors—when the road- venture where you will on un-
sides are ablaze with flowers, and known dirt roads, with the same
‘ the woodlands a riot of color. confidence with which you set ouf
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natural beauty. condition. Get a Ford Carand revel
I here is no going too hard for your in the finest time of the year.
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HART MOTOR COMPANY
R. E. COX. Manager
Lincoln Fordson
CARS TRUCKS TRACTORS
Hartwell, Ga. Phone No. 48
Baptist Church
Rev. Pope A. Duncan preached an
other great sermon at the Baptist
church last Sunday morning. His in
teresting messages fully sustained
the churches expectations of wh>t
they had heard of his attractive
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H pay bills monthly, pay with a check on your bank.
b Because people who want to “make a bhiff ■
» adopt the practice of carrying a “roll,” business men |
8 are never so cordial to a man with a “roll” as they |
are to a man who carries a bank balance and issues ■
checks on it for cash purchases or in settling regu- ■
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■ There is business prestige in a bank account that §
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B DIRECTORS: ■
| D. C. ALFORD - S. W. THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON ■
I. J. PHILLIPS - M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. I. HAILEY |
L. L. McMULLAN
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i D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President |
M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier |
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preaching gifts. His visit to Hart
well has been greatly appreciated by
all whose pleasure it was to hear him.
Rev. Duncan expects to return to
his work in Cordele in time to be with
his people by the fifth Sunday.
The importation of the Bible into
Soviet Russia (from Leningrad to
Vladivostock) is forbidden.