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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. Don’t Mold child. If Is a sure sign I and bowels are waste. j When listless, of cold, breath hn| doesn’t ea^t, alee has stomaebtche rhoca, give fornln Syrup hours all the bile and ferq of the and play love thil and mot! ing it, I their sweet. Keep j given row, drug CalH has of ly on 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 ■ - —a-l- - '