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TIFTON, GA. FRIDAY,
XLbc fttfton (3a3ette
Published Weekly
Entered at the Postoffice at Tifton, Georgia,
as Second Class Matter, Act of March S, 1879
Ino. L. Herring Editor and Manager
SUBSCRIPTION RATES:
Twelve Months $1.50
Six Months 75 Cents
Outside Third Parcel Post Zone $2' per Year.
Official Organ City of Tifton
and Tift County, Georgia.
SATURDAY NIGHT.
cart body backward. A ride in one was some
what precarious, but little was thought of any
’ »ks taken.
His cart loaded with the fairest ofefljth (to
him) the girls sitting in chairs exactly ovSdhe
cart axle, John R. waa in the seventh heaven
he alternately trotted down hill, paced
along the level, or sedately walked Betsy up
hill along the three-paths trail that led ten
miles through the wiregrass beneath the pines,
to Shiloh' church. He would whistle a little,
and then turning sideways in the saddle feast
Where John R. Fell Down.
John R. was a ladies’ man.
You wouldn't think it from his appearance,
for when Dame Nature gave him an abnormal
ly developed bump of amativeness, she mhde a
complete fall-down of any desire there may
have been to construct him along Adonis lines.
For John R. was tall, thin, ungainly, hump-
shouldered and hard-featured. He walked with
a stoop, and when he stepped his knees bent
forward, as if too weak to carry his weight
His stride , was long, and his _ walk took on
much the appearance of the ups and downB of
a cat-boat in a choppy sea. He was always
smiling, and that smile spread his mouth "like
. an overseer’s wages” from ear to ear. He
careless in ^hewing tobacco, and the corners
of his moulti, his * protruding chin, and the
front of his shirt were always spotted wish the
amber juice.
But physical drawbacks did not discourage
John R. Wherever one or more women con-
gregated, he was hanging -around somewhere.
At the sings, big meetings, picnics and fun
erals, he shone. At the quiltings he was al
ways on hand to supply the kitchen with wood
and water and joke the girls; at the log-rol
lings he-*hung around where the cooking
going on and helped, letting the men go their
own way. and when there was sickness in th.
settlement, he was always there if there \
any women folks to "set-up." On these
tcasions, his snuff-box was never empty, and he
was always ready to join the girls in a "dip."
Strange to say, the years passed and John
R. regained unmarried. Despite his physical
drawbacks, there were about him many ad
mirable qualities which would huve made him
a good husband and it was remarkable that
keen-sighted wom#n had spied these out and
taken them for her own. But John R. was a
good deal of a joke among the girls and per
haps fear of ridicule prevented the exercise of
common-sense. So youth And early manhood
passed, and middle age came, and still John
R.'s heart was unmated.
But all things, including matrimony, will
come to him who waits, we are told—provided
he waits long enough—and at last marriage
. loomed in the offing for John R. Mollie wai
the oldest of the Truluck girls, and old-maid
enhood approached and Mollie was unmar
ried. No fault of hers, for Mollie was fat,
(perhaps a little too fat) good-natured and
not so very bad-looking. She was a good cook,
spun and wove the cloth and made her owji
dresses; kept the house as clean us a table and
was an industrious knitter. Nevertheless, mar
riageable young men passed her by. In those
i days before the emancipated (so-called) wo
man. marriage and the duties of wife and
mother were considered woman’s chief object
in tffe, and to be an old maid was in the na
ture of a disgrace. But Mollie smiled and did
not let disappointment, if any there was>spoil
cheerfulness.
When it developed that John R. was spend
ing the week-end at the Truluck home
gular thing, the neighbors smiled. When he
became Motlie’s regular attendant at meet
ings, peanut-shellings, candv-pullings. and tin
like, it was considered a match. And opinion
was unanimous dhat it 'was a good one. Be
tween Mollie and John R. there had as -yet
been no spoken word, but there was an under
standing. and time could be counted on to do
■the rest. ~ ““
his eyes on Mollie, while he told things to
make the girls laugh. Half way, while cross
ing a branch, Betsy stopped to drink. John
R- threw his leg over the horn of the Baddle,
and turned to talk while the mare took a little
rest. He lapsed into anecdote
“Did I ever tell you how I broke Bob Dykes
from sucking eggs?” he asked. (Bob was one
of those fellows you met occasionally ,who had
a queer taste. He \yould eat lard by dipping
his finger in the jar like it was sugar, and
a-persistent and consistent robber of hen-
nests, sucking the eggs raw). "Well, Bob got
so bad the year he worked at the old
that we hardly had enough eggs for Sunday
cake and breakfast. Ma told me to help her
break him jj'p and I promised. One day 1
found a nest out under the sill of the corncrib
with eight or ten egg.-u theji I went to where
one of Mas hens had been setting and left
some sp iled eggs, and gyt one of the worst
ones. I washed it off clean and put it right in
the middle of the nest, sorter on top. Then
when Bob and I come to dinner, 1 told him
about finding the nest. ‘I grabs.’ he .says;
‘I'll git one before dinner, fur I'm shore hor.-
gry.’ He went around to the nest, and (Patch
ing. I saw him pick up the bad egg. as 1 in
tended. Just as he tapped it against tbc log
of the crip to break the shell, 1 hollered. ‘JIur-
ry up. Bob; here comes Ma!’ He didn’t wait
to taste or smell, but swallered the egg at a
gulp. His face turned green, he looked at me
sorter strange-like, then grabbed his stom
ach in both hands, and ran around behind the
crib. He won't even eat cooked eggs now.”
Anti John R. threw his head back and gave
vent to his joyousness in a guffaw that echoed
across the hills. It proved his own undoing.
Over behind a w'iregrass-covered tussock? -
a shoat was sleeping in the cool mud. j(ohn
R.’s laugh woke him up, in alarm, and with giv
loud “whoof! whoof!" he darted under the
mare’s legs and away. Betsy was scared
bathh the shoat, and with a jump and a snort t tak<- advice readily.
she started. John R.. sitting sideway:
caught unprepared, and with the first jump,
he went over backwards into the mud and wa
ter.
Before the mare had made three leaps,
cartwheel struck a root, the chairs were over
turned, and the girls thrown over backwards.
The excess weight behind was too much for
the belly-band, which parted, and the cart
dumped the girls out on th^ hapless John R.,
who was struggling to his all-fours. The mare
ran for some distance, swiping the cart against
.the pines and leaving a piece here and there,
until she was rid of it Then she made her
ay home. \
Eventually, by the aid of people returning
from church in the afternoon John R. got the
girls home, nnd after awhile he worked out
price of the cart with Bill. .But the match
off. for no longer could Mollie endure the
sight of him.
THE EDITOR AND THE FARMER.
MASCH
One of the perquisites of country newspa
per work is giving the farmers advice on how
to plant and what to plant; how to cultivate
and when to cultivate; how to harvest and
when to harvest, and how to.sell and when to
sell.
While much of the advice is doubtless good,
the farmer sometimes quite naturally thinks
he knows his own business best and rather re
sents unsolicited suggestions. Perhaps this
feeling was well expressed in a letter from a
Connecticut farmer to the New York World,
in which he asked, in turn, what would the
editor think if a farmer should undertake to
give him advice upon the problenuQof jour
nalistic management? In a good-natured and
sympathetic reply, the World man gives new
light on an old subject thus:
The question is-a fair one, and the answer
is that if a farmer has been born in a news
paper office and brought up in a newspaper
office or had done years of work in a news
paper office and should undertake to give us
advice on any problem of running a newspa
per. he would be heard attentively and would
be thanked for the interest he had shown in
the welfare of this newspaper.
Such a farmer rarely exists, and we wish it
were not so. It would be far better both for
agriculture and journalism if it were not so.
But while there are few farmers born and
trained in newspaper work, there are many
editors bom and trained in farming, and the
newspapers of this town are full of them. And
we are not speaking of those who have grad
uated frdm the newspaper to the farm as an
avocation of ripened years. Jjut of those who
well know the practical experiences of the
farm through fourteen hours of work a day in
all lines and who additionally have milked th*
cows in the darkness of both morning anti
ning.
That farm counsel or discussion from such
sources should be considered an impertinence
on the farm is hardly to be accounted a pro
fessional virtue. We can remember when the
agricultural colleges which now dot thc.?o :n-
-try wAre the jest and scoffing- of the practical
farmer. But they- do the great business of
agriculture a wrong who would deny to it the
mind open to all the fight there is from whom
ever it may come.
Bless the heart of that Connecticut farmer.
r . doesn't know that down here in this land
of the free .hi the home of t)ie buyers of
Thrift Stamps, the farmer freely and often
the editor advice on just how his paper
should be run. Even occasionally he tells him
•J ••-♦op the thing" when hard-headed ones do
A PICTURE OF THE LIVES OF A PEOPLE.
Writing of "Saturday Night Sketches” Prof.
J. M. Collum, Principal of the Third District
Agricultural and Mechanical School, at Ameri-
Here, the editor advises the'^armer and the
farmer who heeds profits thereby. In turn,
the fanner advises the editor, and there is a
better and more liberal-minded editor .if the
advice is considered. The farmer and the edi
tor get together at the spring picnics, at the
summer barbecues and at the fall cane-grind
ings and discuss men and measures, crops and
markets, and both they and the country at
large are better therefor* For what tly; edi
tor doesn't know about farming the farmer
knows about editing, and out of the con
ference of broad minds, both open to -convic
tion. great good for the country comes.
The Connecticut farmer and the World man
ought to migrate to God’s Country.
TO REQUIRE BILLS OF SALE.
Frequent thefts of automobiles and the fact
that in many cases the thieves escape undetect
ed is causing officers of the law no little con
cern. Few cities or towns but could 1 tell ■ a
story of thieves uncought and unpunished.- Tif-'
ton suffered from two such thefts during the
past /car, from which no trace of autos or
thieves has been obtained.
There ars so many cars almost alike in con
struction that it is comparatively easy for a
thief-to get away with one, a feat considered
impossible a few months ago. Officers are of
the opinion that in some of the larger cities,
even in this state, there are organizations of
thieves who make a specialty of motor cars, and
if they can once get a car to headquarters it
can be so disguised in a few hours that only the
most careful investigation could identify it.
The suggestion has been made bv^sr Tifton
officer that the next session of the^Jeorgia Gen
eral Assembly should provide a law under
which a bill of sale would be required on each
change in ownership of an automobile. The
dealer must give the purchaser a bill of sale;
the purchaser must do the same should he sell
to another; in fact, every man who has an auto
mobile in )m possession should be required to
show a title to it, just as if it were a piece of
real estate. Also, that certified copies of such
bills of sale must be presented before license
tags can be issued. Florida has such a law
and for Georgia to follow the example would
aid officers of both states in apprehending auto
thieves.
Certainly, anything that makes, the illegal
transfer of auto cars more difficult would aitd
in the catching of thieves. It is something tha'.
all auto owners and dealers are so vitally in
terested in that they should get their influence
behind some such measure and secure its pas
sage at the next session of the Legislature.
USE “CASCAMTS- rXJ* .
LIVER AND BOWELS
WHEN CONSTIT,
Wh*« bilio«», L
•our stomach, bad brast]
coUl
Get a 10-cent box.
Take a Cascaret to-night 1
your Liver, Stomach ;
and yon will rarely feel
morning. Yon men and l
have headache, coated tor
i bilious,
bothered with a lick, guay, d
ed stomach, or have backache and',
feel all worn out Are you keeping
your bowel* clean with Ca»car»ta—
merely force Trig a passageway
every few day* with salts, cathartic l
pills or castor oil?
CaScaret* Immediately cleanae and
regulate the stomach, remove the
sour, undigested and fermenting food 1
and foul gaaes; take fe excess blla ;
from the liver and carry off the con
stipated waste matter * and poison
from the bowels.
Remember, a Caacaret to night will
straighten, you out by morning. A
10-cent box from your dngcUt
means healthy bowel action; i clear
bead and cheerfulness for months.
Don't forget the children. «d.
IN THE HANDS OF THE PRESIDENT
Sometime, betweeiy-wur^ies of the war. suf
fragists and labor problem's, Woodrow Wilson
may have a chance toruminate and fitugh.
friend of the writer in Washington has furnish
ed him a copy of "Saturday Night Sketches."
(Something the author hadn't the nerve to do.)
This friend writes:
“The extra copy l sent you check for last
eek 1 took over to the White House for the
President. 1 told him the Sketches are the most
faithful portrayal of life in “Wiregras-."
Georgia in print. I told him that the author
has written for his paper more bf patriotism
and sacrifice than any writer, rii the- state,
here the press is ninety-nine per cent loyal
and whole-heartedly in sympathy with the
Commander-in-Chief. 1 am sure he will read
it and enjoy it." , *
e
The Happy Man.
It la a Rood tiling to atart out a-
laughfng of n Monday, keep laughing
on Tuesday. Wednesday nnd Tliuraday.
be careful how you spend Friday
night nnd then make Saturday tbc
merriest O-,- of the week. You will
V, ot . -impany. for the wortA_
happy nian.—Charles Battel! T
Loomis.
P‘r< . Rentort? Old Orchard.
A M. acbnsettr- ornlthologlat took
In hnnd a typiflhl old orchard. <
w'hirh had SUIT—-ed greatly from n
lect. L’m-r-.o 1®1 and TO bo ob
served this orchard, ot first OTcrrun
with baneful lu»ects. later, when hi*
efforts to attract birds had been
warded, practically freed of Insects, to
that with Intelligent cure the I
bore fruit, being the only ones of that
neighborhood to do so.
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“HAS GIVEN TWO DISTINCT SERVICES."
Then came fall, and with it annual meeting
at Shiloh. This was the crowning event of th«
year, and for many miles around the pilgrims
assembled until the little log church could not
hold one-fourth the attendance—and was not
expected to hold it. Because everybody was
going, of course the Truluck girls wanted to
go, but they had no way, for the boys had the
use of the horse and had their own girls to
ry. John R. had no horse, but he was deter
mined that Mollie should go if she wanted to,
and her Sister could go with her. of course.
Fortune favors the persevering. Bill John
son's wife was nursing a baby only a few days
old, and Bill didn’t want 'to go. Would he
loan his horse and cart to' John R.? He
would. So, early on Sunday morning of the
Shiloh meet, John R. rode up to the Truluck
gate, clad in his Sunday best, astride mare
Betsy’s back, with ‘th? Johnson horse-cart
bumping behind. Mollie and her sister, diked
in the latest fall calico colors, awaited him.
The horse-cart of those days was simply
constructed. Two wheels, connected by an
axle, with a box-like body surmounting, from
l which protruded the shafts between which the
e stood. From a back-band across the sad-
i the shafts were suspended by loops, and
Bghci* band under the horse's belly prevent-
s cart from tipping up. The driver rode
i horse, his feet resting on the shafts on
r aide. It was necessary to balance the
jl very nicely to prevent throwing too much
i the horae’s back, or tipping the
I have lived and experienced every one of
r ‘Saturday Night Sketches’ even the min
or details—and more. The .real Jjerors. the
lives .if the men and women on whose works
our present civilization has been builded. no
iy all ar<- now 'living' in. South Geurgia_cei...
a-ries ll.has remained for you to present the
first picture of th.- lives -.f the people of this
important period. I heartily commend your
book, and trust that it will be followed by
others that will chronicle the lives, the man-
Georgia’^ future greatness."
"CAUGHT SPIRIT OF 40 YEARS AGO.’
From the Ocilla Star.
When home folks write books, and they do
once*Tn a while, (heir ffiends await with s
great deal of anxiety , and with many reserva
tions of conscience, the actual appearance of
the books. Usually, even though written by
a man or woman who has some ability and
printed by as good workmen as we have, there
is something crude about the efforts of the
folks we know, or at least we think so.
We have said this because in "Saturday
Night Sketches" written by our good friend
John L. Herring, of Tifton, and printed by the
Gorham Press, of Boston, none of these things
are true.
"Saturday Night Sketches” is a book that
has caught the spirit oMh«_South Georgia of
•forty-years ago nnd preserved it for the gen
erations of today and of the future.
Those of us who remember some of the in-
stitut'wns of which he writes so delightfully
are turned back with the Boy to similar ex-
pera-nees of our own childhood. For the mo
ment forget that we are living in a South
Georgia that has very greatly changed from
what it was when we were boys.We live those
days over again, and we have some of the
pleasure anew.
To these who have grown up in the day of
the automobile and the railroad train, the tele
phone. the daily paper and the thousands of
other modern conveniences, the book will be a
charming history of the doings of the genera-
, tion that went before them.
Aside from the fact that we like Rditor-
Author Herring, we say that he has written
and published a book that deserves to take ita
place among the classics of the nation.
From the Industrial Index.
"Saturday Night Sketches” i? the title of a
yolume just published by Ed : tor John L. Her
ring of The Gazette. Tifton. Ga. It is a collec
tion of sketches written by Editor Herring. \vY
says of the book: "The principal object in ge
ting out this book was to put in enduring form
something of the lives, loves and joys and sor
rows of those hardy pioneers who brought this
country out of a wilderness. If the book serves
as a connecting link between t_e generation .uf.
the past ami ih<* -present . 1 wiH be more than
repaid its publication has been quite a
. on both my time and puree." In writing
and publishing these sketches, Edijor Herring
has -given two distinct services. One is writing
something uniquely and unusually interesting
and the other is in creating a permanent record
of facts concerning the characteristics and cusb
toms of. people,- .who.—under - ne»_ conditions.,
were tip; founders of a prosperity that is yet
far from approaching its full fruition.
FOR THOSE WHO LOVE LITERATURE.
From the Hawkinsville Dispatch and News.
We have read with much interest and pleas-'
UF? Editor J. L. Herring’s hook entitled "Sat
urday Night Sketches," which is pust off the
press and is now being placed on sale in various
cities and towns in Georgia. The author of this
book has been editor of the Tifton Gazette for
the past twenty-five years, was born and reared
in Wiregrass Georgia, and is thoroughly fami
liar with the manners and customs of the people
who lived in this section years ago,.before the
invent of the locomotive, the telephone, the au
tomobile, the moving pictures, etc., and those
who love to read good, wholesome literature
will find in this book a rare treat.
These "Saturday NightSke.ighnji" heve
appearing in the Tifton Gazette for the past
year or two, and have been so pleasing to the
readers of this excellent paper that Editor Her
ring decided to have them published in book
form so that they might be preserved in memory
of a people whose lives he so beautifully por
trays and most of whom have long since passed
away. As already stated, this is a valuable
book, and should be in every library and home
in Georgia.
The book contains 303 pages, is printed in
large type, on tint paper with wide margin, has
seven full-page illustrations and is bound in
maroon cloth with gilt lettering. The illus
trations are from^he original drawings by Tom
J Nicholl. the subjects being: “The Baptizing
at China Grove," "Catfishing on the Warrior.”
“The Deer Hunt,” "The Old-Time Fiddler,”
“Grandma’s Spinning Wheel,” When the Circus
Came to Town,” and “Town Ball on the School
House yard.” s
FOUND WAY TO EASY MONEY.
"During the past two years 1 have made ni<>i
money from Hampshire hogs thun 1 made
the previous fourteen years." said a busine:
man to the editor the other day.
e is an active, aggressive, what is best
known as a hustling man. whq for many years
connected with one of the largest retail
establishments in Sguth Georgia. *
He made good money in business, but saw-
ahead (he larger prospects in live stock. His
experience is illustrative of the handsome pro
fits awaiting those who. grown tired of -the
treadmill of the store, get out .into the open
and apply common-sense and progressive me
thods to'the live stock’industry.
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Pharmacy form
Here, is what “daylight saving,” embraced
in a bill now before Congress means, accord
ing to the answer of a contemporary to a cor
respondent;. "All clocks are set an hour a-
head ftt the end of April and put back an hour
at the end of’.Sept ember. Everybody gets up
an hour earlier through May. June and July,
August and September and _goes to bed an
hour-earlier, though at the -same (ime by the
clock. It makes the hours of wakefiqlness co
incide a little rflofe closely with the lengthened
Jlaura of da.Ylkhtr-:thftUa.fiH^ —
Those who are tired of the dry weather here
this spring are referred to what is said to be
the w ettest place in the'world, which is Chcr-
rapongee, in southwestern Assam, India.
There the average annual rainfall is 458
inches, and in 18G1 there was a spurt of 905
inches. If Assam ushered in a little war lik>;
the late American unpleasantness with a
shower like that, she doubtless started off. this
one witjva tidal wave. (
“SOME MASTERPIECES OF HUMOR."
From the Tampa, Fla., Morning Tribune. i
Sometimes a busy new-spaper man finds time
to indulge the talent'which God ga/e him.'and
which gives him mqst pleasure—that of putting
together in story shape the touching phases of
human nature that show; themselves to him.
When he does the result is almost always one
that brings pleasure to the^jther. fellow also.
J. L. Herring, editor and manager of the Tif
ton. Ga.. Gazette, a journalist who was iden
tified with the Tribune years ago. the author
of a series of "Wiregrass” stories, collected un
der the significant title of "Saturday Night
Sketches.”
We have laughed over tne stories in the book
until we almost had a stitch in the side! Some
of the sketches are masterpieces in the line of
humor and fun. while.there is not a tame page
in the book. One story, "Why Stegall Stopped
Growing," is worth the price of the honk tn any
man who wants a real good laugh.
"Saturday Night Sketches" is from the Gor
ham Press, Boston,' and is being distribu^tf by
Editor Herring himself, Vfrho has unquestion
ably proven his ability as an author of note
and distinction and no library can be co; i^Hete
without "Saturday Night Sketches.”
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