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SALE NOT RATIFIED.
THE TIFTON GAZETTE, TIFTON, GA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER
ZLbe Litton <Sa3ette
Published Weekly
Entered at the Poetoffice at Tifton, Georgia,
as mail matter of the second class.
Jno. L. Herring Editor and Manager
Official Organ City of Tifton
and Tift County, Georgia.
SATURDAY NIGHT.
The Fire in Morria’ Wagon Yard.
**1 s’pose everybody has the scare of his life
sometime; I've had mine,” remarked Charlie,
as he reached across for the bait-gourd.
We were sitting on our hunkers on a sandy
bank, by a lightwood-knot fire, waiting for
the catfish to return to lunch. Charlie was not
a talkative man; neither was he a drinking
man, but be had seen a lot of life, and if, under
the stimulus of good fellowship, you could cross
two hooches of mountain com with three fin
gers of apple-jack beneath his epiglottis, he
could a tale unfold that would roll you over on
your side and make you grab a root to keep
from falling into the river.
"See this hair of mine?" he continued. “It
ought to have been black, but it has been just
that color since one night when I was a boy,
and it’ll never change. This is why:
“Bill Hughes and I drove our daddies’ teams
down to Atlanta with a load of cotton just be
fore Christmas. We had to stay over night,
and before leaving both the old njen cautioned
us about leaving the teams, or the wagons, for
anything. ‘Don’t even leave the breast-chains
on the tongues,’ they said, and they were men
who meant all of it.
“Just the same, Bill and I found time hang
ing on our hands after the teams had been stall
ed and fed, we had eat supper, and had noth
ing to do,’till morning except watch them wag
ons. It was a big town all ’round us, and things
were happening. Would we see ’em? We
thought we would.
“Before long we were perched near the top
row of the gallery in the old Lyceum theatre
away down on Edgewood avenue, taking in the
show with dropped chins and bulging eyes,
cost us fifteen cents apiece to get in and just
about broke us, but that made no difference
for we were going home in the morning, where
money didn’t count.
“You could tell we were jays a block away
Our brogan shoes, long pants, galluses, hickory
shirts and old slouch hats were dead give
sways, not counting our complexions, the tags
of cotton hanging to our clothes and the hay
in our hair. The show was good, but along
about the last act, my conscience begun to hurt
me. I could just see, plain as my eye, the hick
oiy switch in the old man’s hand and what
would happen to me if anything went wrong
with that wagon or team
“‘Say.’ I said to Bill; ‘do you reckon the
mules are all right?’ ‘Yes, dry up;’ he answer
ed, trying to see exactly how much he could
see when the gal on the stage kicked again
All the same, I could tell the worry-bug was
soon after him.
•“Fellers all around had been looking at us
sideways; it was plnin enough who we were,
Finally, one setting behind us said to the
young duck next:
" ‘That sure was a bad fire down at Morris’
just now.’
“‘It was some bearcat blaze,’ was the an
awer.
“I straightened up, my ears standing out
like saddle-skirts.
“‘Burned up the whole wagon yard, mules,
teams and everything. Cleanest sweep I ever
saw.’ the young feller went on.
“I looked at Bill; Bill looked at me. Our
faces were like whitewashed fences. We be
gun climbing out. Had no time to ask for gang
way; we just went over knees, feet, and every
thing else. Two or three tried to grab us, but
and a husky 200-pounder nabbed my collar.
“ ‘Lemme go,’ I panted, biting at his hands
and kicking at hiashins; ‘our mules are burnin’
up.’
“ ‘Where’s the fire?* he asked.
“ ‘Morris’ wagon yard,’ I said. ‘Lemme go,
man; don’t you see everything’s burnin’ up,
and Dad’ll just naturally lick Jerusalem outten
me?’
“ ‘Be quiet.’ he says, giving me a shake;
‘there’s been no fire!'
“ ‘Yes there has, r I struggled out; don’t you
see the light? And I heard the feller in the
gallery say so.’
“They turned us loose at last, and we hoofed
it on down to the yard, but a short distance
further. Up to the gate we ran, and hammer
ed. A feller come to the wicket and looked out.
Let us in; where’s the fire?’' we said in a
breath. ‘What fire?’ he asked, and we looked
around, convinced at last. Them mules and
wagons looked better to me that minute than
they ever looked before or since.
“I don’t believe anybody ever gets over a bad
scare; at least I never got over that one. Many
years after I would wake up in the night, rac
ing agnin for Morris’ burning yards, and my
hair never got back to its natural color.
“Hand me the bait," said Charlie.
They let you know you’ve been
smoking—and yet they’re MILD
In other words. Chesterfield
Cigarettes are MILD—and yet they
satisfy. This is something totally new
to cigarettes. It goes further than
pleasing your taste—satisfy does for
your smoking what a juicy slice of
not roast beef does for your appetite.
Chesterfields satisfy—they let you
know you’ve been smoking.
But they’re MILD, too—Chester* .
fields are!
If you want this neweigarette delight
(satisfy, yet mild) you’ve got to get
rfie' ‘
Chesterfields, because no cigarette
maker can copy the Chesterfield blend.
This blend is an entirely new combina
tion of tobaccos and the biggest discov
ery in cigarette blending in 20 years.
"Give me a package of those cigarettes that SATISFY”
SAVANNAH HOSPITALITY.
For more than a century, Savannah has en
joyed the reputation of being the most hospita
ble city in the South — and that means the
world, for it was the South that put the hospi
tal in hospitality. And despite sumptuary laws
and hard-headed officials, the Forest City con
tinues to deserve that reputation.
While some of the things that once made'
the guest feel that he was a lord of creation are
gone, perhaps forever, for the juice of joy is
legally taboo, yet out of their own hearts and
boundless good nature they can throw a hooch
into the guest that is more exhilarating anti far
more lasting than the most finished product of
the distiller’s or the brewer’s art. As witness
the following, from the Savannah Press:
A young man came into The Press office this
morning and introduced himself as J. L. Her
ring, editor of the Tifton Gazette. He is such
youth we have doubted whether he is the
man he pretends to be. We have wired to TiT
ton to find out if old man Herring is away from
his desk. If the answer is in the affirmative we
shall put this young fellow through a third de
gree so that he can establish his identity to our
satisfactipn—t®t is, if it really is Herring. If
it is not we shall get in touch with the police
department and have the impostor held until
we are able to reach Tifton and the genuine
Herring. We are not entertaining strange fish
under possibly false labels; not in these pure
food days.
It is possible this may be the real article de
spite his youthful appearance. He had on
new suit of clothes and other glad rags and we
understand the people of Tifton outfitted the
real J. L. H. in just that way the other day be
cause he flashed the news of Wilson’s election
before anybody else in the world—or for some
thing of that sort.
And it is just as true that if this alleged spec
imen of a Georgia newspaper editor who claims
to be Herring is not the old man himself he is
a darned good substitute, anyway, and we are
very much delighted to see him. Men in the
newspaper business must accept something on
faith, and if this kid says he is old man Her
ring we will have to let it go at that, we guess.
day, we went around to a bank there to get a
check cashed. The King Constantine behind
the grill looked at the check, at us, handed it
back, and said: “You look like Herring; you
talk like Herring, and even that check is a
little fishy. But Sutlive says you are not Her
ring, and I have never known or heard of Bill
letting go anything but the snow-white, immac
ulate truth.”. And we had to go back to Bill
ditional dormitory room afforded by these cot
tages. the enrollment can be considerably in
creased and the efficiency of the school in tak
ing care of the needs of the sons and daughters
of the farmers of South Georgia augmented.
A REMARKABLE RECORD.
When Judge Eve dismissed the jury in the
and borrow six bits to buy a half-fare ticket i City Court of Tifton Thursday afternoon, he
home.
IMPROVEMENTS AT AGRICULTURAL
SCHOOL.
Now, can you beat that! It is just Savan
nah’s way. Sutlive is a fat man and a jovial
inan, and his name is Bill, therefore, he is fol
lowing his personal inclinations, while
he is just living up to the Savannah spir
it which believes in mnking the visitor have a
good time, leave with reluctance, and return
with anticipation. If they can’t intoxicate you
with spirits, they will intoxicate your spirits,
Bill saw we had reached the age when peo
ple who know us no longer greet us ns “old
man,” but say “my boy,” and he just reached
out and squeezed our tender spot. No wonder
those who love him call him Sut.
“Introduced himself,” is good. As if Bill
we were out of reach. Finally we hit the aisle,!hadn’t pushed the hnnd roller across the Wash-
then down the staircase, so fast the crowd I ington for us thirty-five years ago, in the days
thought a fire engine was passing and began to, 0 ? Eli Otto’s Penny Local! And those clothes!
run out. [Shucks; man! That was our every day rig.
“Once on the sidewalk, we reached up, grab- When the tailor is done settin’ up nights with
bed off our hats, and down the street we went,
lfke a pair of runaway mules. You could hear
os coming for three blocks, the soles of our
brotfans hitting the pavement like slapsticks.
We could have turned to the right and by tak
ing a lane cut off a block of the distance, but
we never thought of that; we went the way
we came. Down Edgewood like race horses
to Auburn; out Auburn to Decatur, down De
catur to Five Points; we turned the corners un
der full steam. People saw us coming and got
out of the way—if they were quick enough;
If not, we ran over or jumped around ’em.
‘‘At Five Points a cop ran out and called to
ns to stop. Bill dodged to one side and I to
the other; he grabbed at both and missed; we
left him behind. Bill was half Cherokee and
some runner. He could always beat me easy,
but that night I kept even, if not a little ahead
Even now 7 can hear the slam of his numbe
eleven shoes as he hoofed it home. On the hor
izon I thought I could 3ee the reflection of the
blazing yards.
At the Marietta street police station, the
had just been made, and the night force
coming out They heard us coming—
help it, and the men ran out and
formed a line across the street.
“We hit that row like a football team on a
nty-yard I'm. Two caught Bill between ’em
j
couldn’t
that outfit and we walk into your den. it’ll be
just like a calcium turned on. A little afraid
it will give you eye trouble. No, it wasn’t for
giving the news first. That is just a habit of
ours, and would attract no attention. We were
too modest to tell the real reason for the treat,
because of our bashful and retiring disposition.
Now that Bill has brought it out,' here it is:
Somebody raised the point that, as Tifton had
he best newspaper in the South, it ought to
have the best dressed editor in the South—and
there you are. In deference to the feelings of
Sutlive, Henry McIntosh, Bill Anderson, Clark
Howell, Jim Nevin and a few more newspaper
friends of ours, we didn’t intend to tell that, but
Bill drug it out.
Sutlive has also forever settled the status of
‘he Omega-Tifton road. A year or so ago, he
traveled over that thoroughfare, went back
home and said it was crooked. We pointed out
'hat the road was as straight as a Republican
ampaign, and that the trouble was with Bill’s
'yes. Now, after what he said about our youth
"ar be it from us to question the accuracy of
Bill’s vision; for al' time he has disarmed us.
Now, even should he persist in saying the road
*s crooked, we will be obliged to admit that
t may look crooked even to a man with good
eyes.
But Bill came near getting us in trouble. Next
The Second District Agricultural School has
outgrown the present quarters, which were
considered only temporary when the buildings
were erected. The general plan for the build
ings and campus contemplated cottages for the
faculty in front of the main building. For lack
of funds these cottages were not built with the
other buildings, and the members of the facul
ty. with their families, have been using the
dormitories.
With schools having a small attendance this
answered very well, but the large enrollment
of the Second District school has made it very
inconvenient here. Because the room was need
ed for boarding students, one member of the
faculty has been obliged to live away from his
family for over three years. Besides being a
great inconvenience, this is an injustice to him
because he is one of the most valuable men on
the school staff.
Because this school started a year in advance
of several of the district agricultural schools,
it has carried a debt incurred for equipment
since the first year of its operation. If it re
ceives all of the appropriation to which it is
entitled this year the old debt will be paid off,
and reports from the Department of Agricul
ture say that the schools will be paid in full
If this debt is paid, at leaA one cottage
should be built this winter, if it is necessary to
go in debt to do it. This outlay should be re
funded by the next General Assembly. Special
had presided over a jury term of that body for
! the last time, as he goes on the bench of the
! Tifton Judicial Circuit with the first of the new
'year. He leaves the dockets of the court in
fine shape for his successor. Every case has
been disposed of where disposition was possi
ble, and there is no accumulation of old busi
ness.
Judge Eve’s record on the bench of this
court has been n remarkable one. He presided
at his first term in January. -1907, and for ten
years has never missed a term of the court,
either monthly or quarterly, and has never
been late but once. That cost him $5. he says,
and he was late no more.
It is not often that man is so gifted with good
health that such a record is possible; even then
there are few so faithful in sticking to the job.
Aside from faithfulness, Judge Eve has cause
for pride in his record on the bench in many
other respects. So equitable have been his de
cisions that there have been few reversals by
the appellate courts, and so satisfactory to the
people the showing made that when the op
portunity came to send him to a higher posi
tion, their endorsement was all that the most
exacting could desire.
Several lots oj land were
the Urbana fariq Monday,
ranging from $35 to $50
with the average-.nbout $-10.
Mr. Tift did rfot ratify the
however, feeling J that the ~
worth more than the price o
and after a few t lots had b(
tioned the sale wj^s discontinued!
DON’T SCOLD, -MOTH
THE CROSS CHIL
BILIOUS,
THAT UNMARKED GRAVE.
About the dirtiest, most scurrilous and hy
ena-like thing we ever heard injected into a
political campaign was the attack, at first un
derhand and then open, on Mr. Wilson because
no monument covers his wife’s grave in Rome
cemetery. This ghoulish attempt to disturb
the sacred ashes of the dead to gain political
•ippropHat^'have been‘m^d^f^'sev^raVof j ^vantage did not hurt Mr. Wilson. But it has
the agricultural schools for expenditures which | »>“* Georgians attested by letters received by
this school made without help from the state,
and if it receives the same treatment given tho
other schools the funds would’more than repay
the cost of one cottage. Besides this, the stat
Look »t Tongue!J If Coat*.
Little StonUch, Liv
Bomb.
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waste. j
When listless,
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has stomaebtche
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hours all the
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and play
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are counfa
look and -
the “Califd]
pany.” Hj
any
ministers of Rome churches and other promi
nent citizens of that place inquiring as to the
truth of the matter
The Gazette di-1 not refer to these things
is due the* Mhoof fo”insurance premiums paidj <,u ” ns the campaign, preferring to discuss
which under the law should have been paid-""” £ a P lane ’ bu “ h * fol, °™*
from the Rome Chronicle, published within
out of the state treasury; if the school is re
imbursed for these premiums, the funds would
help materially toward the cost of the cottage.
The faculty should not be compelled to use
the dormitories for their families; besides the
inconvenience to them, the dormitory room is
needed for boarding students. Certainly, no
sight of the cemetery in which Mrs. Wilson
sleeps, ought to settle the matter in the mind
of any man who is open to reason:
This paper stands sponsor for this statement,
and defies any one to deny its truth: The grave
of Mrs. Woodrow Wilson Is now covered with
chry sant hemums placed there by an order from
member of the faculty should be compelled to the White House. And that same grave is be-
Rve away from his family in order to serve the decked with the finest flowers that bloom and
, . 3 3 j blossom in the southland from month to month
school. _ j ant i from season to season.
One cottage could be built this winter andj rpj, e election of a monument to mark the
the boys of the department of mechanics could: grave of Mrs. Wilson was placed in the han
assist in its construction. With another cottage of her three daughters and a contractor waij
next winter and other improvements as the Rome recently to put the shaft in positioTf
, , _ . .. .. „ __ —in the grass mound that now nses bets’
school can afford tnem, the Second District will M of Ellen Axson wilgon and
soon have the best equipped of the eleven and mother. _ .JtockF*
riculturah schools in the state. And with the ad-‘ Neglected—what a calunin
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