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THE JACKSON HERALD
fI.BO A YEAR—IN ADVANCE
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
Entered at The Jefferton Pot office
A Second-Clni* Mail Matter
Official Organ of Jackion County
JOHN N. HOLDER
Editor & Manager
MRS. JOHN N. HOLDER
Aaaociate Editor & Manager
JEFFERSON. GA.. OCT. 30. 1940.
BUSINESS UNDER
ROOSEVELT
On Tuesday, November 6 the citi
zens of the United States will go to
the polls to select a man to be their
leader for the next four years. The
democratic party has chosen Frank
lin D. Roosevelt to head the party
for a third term.
Seven years ago the Roosevelt
Administration took office. It took
office at one of the darkest moments
in American history. The nation
■was on the verge of bankruptcy. The
stock market had collapsed. A de
pression was eating away the sinews
of a great Democracy. National
morale was destroyed. On every
corner were soup-kitchens, relief
lines. America was restless. There
was despair. A national Republican
Administration was fumbling, flound
ering, in helpless confusion.
In this dark hour the Democratic
party rose to the occasion. It nomi
nated and the people elected Frank
lin Delano Roosevelt as President of
the United States. It elected a man
who believed firmly that the Ameri
can system could be made to funct
ion smoothly for the benefit of all
the people. A dynamic program
came Into being.
What was the heritage of the
Roosevelt Administration? A crum
bled financial structure. Closed
hanks. Foreclosed homes and farms
by the thousands. Millions in bank
savings lost. Trade at a standstill.
Factories closed. A national income
lessened by more than SO percent
than it had been three years before.
The Business-community was
panic-stricken and turned to Wash
ington for help and guidance.
On March 9, 1933, President
Roosevelt summoned the Congress
into special session. Immediately
passed was the Emergency banking
bill, extending a national banking
moratorium indefinitely. Within a
week, banks were re-opened, and
gold hoarding halted. On March 18,
the security and other exchanges
were reopened for trading, and
prices rose. Then, in rapid order,
the President signed a bill that made
available to non-member state banks
during the emergency peViod the re
sources of the Federal Reserve sys
tem ; the Civilian Conservation Corps,
that put the under-privileged youth
of the nation to useful, constructive
employment, was established; the
Agricultural Adjustment Act to re
store agriculture was enacted; $500,-
000,000 was appropriated for direct
relief grants to states; and the great
Tennessee Valley Authority was cre
ated as part of a vast program to j
conserve the nation’s resources.
A national employment system
was established in the Labor Depart
ment. The Home Owners’ Loan Act,
authorizing the issuance of $2,000,-
000,000 in bonds to refinance mort
gages of small home owners was
signed. The Glass-Steagall Banking
act was passed, along with the emer
gency railroad transportation act.
These are some of the positive acts
taken by the Administration which
stemmed the downward tide.
Business improved. Confidence
was restored. A nation long ac
customed to dictation from Wall
Street at long last found a President
who broke these shackles to remedy
the ills of the people. In the seven
years now past the capitol of the
United States was returned from
Wall Street to Washington. No
longer was the nation to be subject
to the whims and self-interested
judgment of a few who controlled
its wealth.
The emergency was met. Today
the accomplishments speak for them
selves. From 1932 to 1939, national
income increased from S4O billions
to $6916 billions; employment from
37.7 millions to 45.3 millions; retail
sales from $25.6 billions to S3B bil
lions; wholesale sales from sl3 bil
lions to s2l billions; industrial pro
duction index from 64 to 105; ex
ports' from $1.6 billions to $3.2 bil
lions.
A great public works program was
launched. This gave employment to
millions, generated consumer and
producer purchasing power, bolster
ed the economic system and provid
ed schools, hospitals, highways, air
QUESTIONS TO ASK
THE VOTERS
When you hoar the New Dual de
nounced, ask the critic to tell which
of the agencies he would abolish.
Suggest that he list the accomplish
ments of the New Deal; then ask
him how and why he would change
these measures.
When you hear complaints about
the money that has been spent, point
to the concrete results in your own
county and to the benefits to citizens
of your own community from gov
ernment expenditures.
When you hear business men say
“Let business alone and everything
will be all right,” remind them that
business had the reins up to 1932.
Under the Harding and Coolidge Ad
ministrations, when the goverment
did everything that business thought
would lead to greater profits, and
likewise under Hoover, when two
cars were promised in every garage
and two chickens in every pot, the
business men had their way. But
the result was paralyzed agriculture,
idle labor, and the greatest financial
depression in history.
Ask the doubtful voter whether he
approves of insurance of bank de
posits, the protection of investors,
the advancement of money by the
government to the states and cities
for schools, highways, hospitals, and
other public improvements;—rwheth
er he believes in useful work for
the unemployed who would otherwise
be on the dole; —whether he believes
in cheap power for farmers, a hous
ing program for low-income groups,
a youth program to find work or
schools for unemployed young peo
ple;—whether he believes in collec
tive bargaining for labor, old-age as
sistance, unemployment insurance,
the Good Neighbor policy toward
Latin American; —ask him if he
wishes to repeal this program, and
then tell him to remember that if the
Republican nominee is elected, all of
the interests that have been against
these measures in behalf of the
people will have their way and this
great program will be curtailed or
destroyed.
And finally, ask the voter what
political party has offered a con
structive alternative to the New
Deal program of action to meet the
needs of the people and assure the
safety of the Nation.
TOO DANGEROUS
r~
Wendell Willkie has revealed, in
his own speeches, that he is not suf
ficiently informed on the status of
world affairs to be entrusted with
the presidency at such a time as this.
However, were Willkie the greatest
expert alive on foreign affairs it
would still be a dangerous thing for
America to elect him to the White
House. Too dangerous, in fact, for
the nation to risk it.
For, if Willkie should be victor in
the November election, it would
mean there would be a condition lit
tle short of chaos in Washington be
tween that date and inauguration
day.
As pointed out by Senator Byrnes,
of South Carolina, Willkie has al
ready announced that, if he is elect
ed, he will "stage a housecleaning of
policy-making officials when he takes
office! next January.” Which would
mean that, from November until
January, every policy-making official
now in government service would be
looking for anew post and would
take the first desirable offer to come
along.
There could be no intelligent
handling of the nation’s affairs dur
ing that “lame duck” interim. It
would inevitably retard, and possi
bly wreck, the preparedness program
and it would leave the nation ex
posed to anything the totalitarian
combination of powers might desire
to do.
More than that. It would take
several months for Willkie and his
new administration to become ac
quainted with the mere routine of
governmental affairs. Creating a
gap of many months during which
we would be waiting, while world
changes moved forward at rapid
pace.
Poland was overrun in less than a
month. France collapsed in less
than six weeks. Dictators move toe
rapidly, today, to permit any threat
ened nation to indulge in a hiatus in
its preparations for defense.
Willkie’s election, and the result
ant halt in our administrative ability,
would be altogether too great a dang
er to which to expose the nation.
—Atlanta Constitution.
ports, and other national assets.
These will pay dividends for many
years to come to ourselves and to
generations of Americans that fol
low - * , &
THE JACKSON HERALD, JEFFERSON. GEORGIA
THE WORLD NEEDS GOD
(From Fitzgerald Leader-Enterprise)
We are alarmed, and with justi
fication, over the situation through
out the world today. Nations have
been destroyed, hundreds of thous
ands of soldiers have been killed,
and millions of men, women and
children are wondering helplessly
looking for shelter, food and
clothing. One cannot view this ca
tastrophe without wondering what
could have been the cause of such
chaos. Some people are inclined to
blame God for permitting ruthless
annihilation of peace-loving peoples.
But anyone who is aware of the
causes leading up to the world di
lemma must conclude thut it was be
cause we rejected God that the
world is facing the greatest crisis in
its history. If our civilization is
destroyed, it will not be due to the
fault of God but to the fault of
mankind so maddened with conceit
and selfishness that it thought God
unnecessary.
There is a philosophy of life which
is accepted by many today based on
the idea that might is right, that
only the strongest have the right to
survive. If we accept this philoso
phy we can begin to disregard the
needs of small and weak nations, we
can discard any idea and care for
the weak and helpless. But there
is another philosophy of life which
expresses the very antithesis. It in
sists that every human creature is
a child of God and therefore must be
nurtured and protected for the sake
of the heavenly father. We can
take our pick of these two philoso
phies. If we are strong, it will be
easier for us to accept the former.
But everyone with a little thought
must realize that any government
based on such an idea of selfishness
is bound to fall into disaster. It is
because nations and individuals are
selfish and self-centered that our
present civilization is on the brink
of complete collapse.
It is possible for us to save the
world, to help usher in anew social
order based on compassion and
brotherly love. But we are helpless
to do so without the aid of God.
for a long time we have regarded
the Christian Church as a somewhat
stuffy anachronism. We have thought
that with our wonderful inventions
we were making the Church con
tinuously less necessary. The pa
pers of the week give the answer to
this idea. The answer to a disre
gaid of the laws of God will always
be calamity. If you desire to bring
in anew order where there will be
no more wars and rumor's of wars,
you must begin taking your religion
seriously. And this means, among
other things, taking your church
going seriously. In recent years
there has been a noticeable slump in
church attendance. Conditions are
too grave for that today. Each of
you should resolve to attend church
each Sunday, whether at home or
on a vacation.
SOME PEOPLE ARE
HARD TO PLEASE
There is a certain element in this
country that never sees any good in
what President Roosevelt does. They
criticise his acts and words, even the
names of some of his appointees
when they cannot find anything else
to talk about. In a recent issue of
the Charlotte Observer, the editor
of that newspaper took occasion to
inquire why the President appointed
a man by the unusual name of Dyk
stra to administer the draft. How
ever, that newspaper went on to say
that Dr. Dykstia “is, of coui'se, an
eminent and patriotic American citi
zen of tried and proven principles
and superior attainments,” and goes
on to say: “Still, we wonder if there
were no Joneses or Smiths who might
have been found for the job.”
After all, “what is there in a
name”, It makes little difference,
provided the person measures up to
the standard of good ctiizenship.
The fact that the newly appointed
draft administrator is named Dyk
stra would in no wise interfere with
his duties of the office or the service
he is expected to render to the peo
ple of this country and to the cause
of defense. However, if our esteem
ed contemporary had taken the time
and trouble to investigate, it would
have found that the man who has
the objectionable name was born in
Ohio and beat's a thoroughly good
record as any true and loyal Ameri
can to be found anywhere. Certain
ly, Dr. Dykstra is as much entitled
to hold the office as any of the Jones
es or Smiths anywhere in the Unit
ed States.—Athens Banner-Herald.
It goes a great deal towards mak
ing a man faithful to let him under
stand that you think him so, and he
that does but so much as suspect
that I will deceive him gives me a
sort of right to cozen him.—Seneca.
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“But you knew 1 was obligated.”
She smiled ruefully. Her eyes
were shy. “I wanted it so much,”
she said. “When I was away from
you, I thought that when we were
together again, you’d want it as
much as I did, that being together
would mean more to you than keep
ing a promise.”
“I do want it. You know that,
Gay.”
“Yes, I know. But—
‘l could not love you, dear, so well
Loved I not honor more—’ ”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“No, John, I’m not. Have I quot
ed correctly? Dad read the ‘ldylls
of the King’ to me when I was lit
tle. I thought the king was very
noble, but even then—” Humor
shone fleetingly in the blue depths
of her eyes, “ —that it was a little
hard on the queen.”
“You make me feel—”
“I have great respect for your
honor,” she said steadily, “but I
resent your lack of confidence. Oh,
I don’t blame you,” she went on as
he made a sound of protest. “Now
that you’ve had a chance to look
us over, you’re probably justified.
Mother is a dear, generous and
amusing, but not very reliable, I
suppose, and Aunt Flora and Uncle
James— Isn’t Uncle James ridicu
lous? And Muriel and Elsa and Dirk
and Reggie Lancaster. Dad’s the
only one of us you could possibly
admire—”
“I do admire him. You’re like
him—a little.”
“You want to believe that, don’t
you? I am, a little, I guess. But
I wouldn’t be satisfied to shut my
self off from life as he does. There’s
something of Mother in me and a
great deal of Grandfather, but noth
ing of Aunt Flora,” humor shone
in her eyes again, “if that’s encour
aging as it should be.”
He laughed reluctantly. Her face
lifted to his, in the dimming glow
of the sunset, was very grave.
“When we talked in Dad’s study,
you were thinking of your work.”
“Yes,” he admitted, disconcerted
by her penetration.
“You are afraid for your work.”
She waited and then went on. “Don’t
you know Til never interfere with
that, that it will be my pleasure to
help you? Not that I am a noble
and self-sacrificing character but,”
her voice faltered. “But because—l
love you.”
“I love you.” He caught her to
him. Their lips met. But though
she clung to him, though her cheek,
cold and wet with snow, lay against
his and she whispered soft endear
ments, he felt something lacking in
the embrace. Each misunderstand
ing, each prolonged expianation
blunted a little the sharp ecstasy
they had felt at the cabin, when
their lips met, when, her cheek
against his she whispered soft en
dearments. She drew away from
him and he made no effort to hold
her. They walked on, breaking a
path through the grove, closer now,
but not united. When they spoke
their voices were gentle, their
glances meeting, separating, ques
tioned but received no answer. They
came out of the grove into the open
again.
“That’s the Janeway place.”
John looked across the sloping ex
panse of snow to the white stone
house which stood on a rise over
looking a series of terraces which
descended to a small irregular lake.
“Not the Italian villa,” he said.
“Oh, no. Todd’s father had the
Patroon’s house moved up on the
site of the original house.”
“Patroon?” he questioned, only
vaguely familiar with the word.
“The ancestor to whom the land
was granted,” she explained but her
voice was absent. “They’re coast
ing,” she said.
John’s glance turned from the
rambling stone house, washed over
with faint pink light, standing se
rene among evergreens and the bare
lofty branches of trees, toward the
direction in which she was gazing.
Figures in bright colored ski suits
toiled up the slope which extended
from the lake to the high wall
planted with hemlocks which
marked the boundary of the estate.
As he watched, one of the figures
raised an arm in greeting and a
welcoming shout came ringing
through the clear frosty air.
“There’s Todd!” Gay’s arm
slipped from his. She took a few
running steps forward. “Let’s coast
with them,” she called back over
her shoulder, then stopped and
turned.- “Shall we?” she asked, hes
itantly. “Would you enjoy it?”
“If you would,” he replied, con
scious of the constraint in his voice,
“and I—we aren’t intruding.”
She ret- slipped her
hand under ms arm.
“Idiot!” she said. A half-smile
curved her lips. Her eyes, lilted to
his face, were very gentle. “John!
Don’t you know—?”
“Of course I know.” He smiled,
and saw her half-smile widen and
deepen. “I’m rather good with a
toboggan. Let’s go coasting.”
The sled sped down the runway
glittering with a sheen that was
faintly blue in cold moonlight.
“Hold tight!” Todd shouted back
over his shoulder.
“I’m holding!” Gay tightened her
grip around his waist. The words
seemed to be torn from her lips and
flung backward as the speed of the
sled accelerated. Rushing cold stung
her face and half closed her eyes.
It was freedom, it was exciting.
“Here’s the camel’s hump!”
The sled rose and dipped. Gay
laughed, gasping. She leaned out
arouqd Todd’s back and looked
ahead through squinting eyelids. The
wall rose ahead of them, the dark
hemlocks outlined in snow. She
closed her eyes as Todd made the
slithering turn. The sled tilted,
spilling them off into the snow. They
lay where they had fallen, laughing,
gasping, struggling for breath. Tedd
scrambled up.
“All right?” he asked and pulled
her to her feet.
“All right.” He dropped her
hands. She stood brushing the snow
from her ski suit. “I’ve never got
ten over the feeling that sometime
we’re going to crash into that wall
again.”
“Do you remember when we did?”
“I should. I still have the scar.”
“It was your fault. You jerked the
rope.”
“It wasn’t. You didn’t make the
turn in time.”
They broke into laughter.
“I suppose we’ll be arguing that
question when we’re eighty,” Todd
said. “Breath okay? Can you make
the climb now?”
They started back in the soft snow
at the side of the run. Todd pulled
the sled. Gay linked her arm
through his. Figures moved ahead
of them, climbing the slope, pull
ing the toboggan. Other figures
were dark against the fire blazing at
the edge of the lake.
“Feeling better?” Todd asked,
after an interval of silence.
“Better? What do you mean?"
“You didn’t look too happy this
afternoon, when you first came
over.”
“It’s been an awful day. Aunt
Flora—”
“I can imagine.”
“They’ve all been especially an
noying, except Dad. Or maybe it
has seemed so to me .because
John—” She paused.
“Don’t be afraid to speak of him
to me.”
“You’re generous, Todd.”
“Not very.” He gave a short
laugh, quickly stilled. “Perhaps I’m
just trying to impress you with
how well I’m taking it, to make you
admire me.”
“I do admire you. I have always.
I feel toward you, now, just as I’ve
felt any one of the hundreds of
times I’ve climbed this slope since
we were kids.”
“How is that?”
“Oh, that it’s fun to be with you,
that I can say anything without be
ing afraid you’ll misunderstand. I
don’t wonder what you’re thinking
when you’re silent, or watch your
reaction to every move I make. I
hoped, when we came through the
grove, that you might be coasting.
It was good of you to make us wel
come.”
“You’re always welcome.” Ht
hesitated, then asked, “Is there—
Has anything—?”
“Nothing of any importance—Just
Aunt Flora. I was disappointed
about something I hoped could hap
pen. And last night—it was diffi
cult.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t any longer. This was
just what I needed. Coasting, silly
fun, exercise. Everyone has been so
solemn all day. Being with you—”
“I?” He laughed with a note of
embarrassment in his voice. “What
have I done?”
“Just been natural, and allowed
me to be. There’s no strain in
being with you.”
“Not now,” he said gravely, “but
there was. You felt a sense of
strain last summer, after our en
gagement had been announced, when
you were trying to persuade your
self that you wanted to marry me—”
She was silent for a moment.
Then—“ Was that a difficult time for
you? Forgive me for asking but I
It’s strange, isn’t it, that you should
be the only one I can talk to? The
others—”
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1940
“ft was difficult," he said in re
ply to her question. "I went through
hell.”
“And you seemed so casual."
“I told you that night at the cab
in,” he said slowly. “I thought you
wanted me to be casual. I was
afraid that if I let you know how I
felt it would irritate you. It was a
relief to know, in spite of the fuss,
in spite of having to accept the fact
that you loved John. I’m getting
over you. I’ve done pretty well and
I’m going to do better.”
“Oh, are you?” she said so in
dignantly that they both laughed,
“I didn’t mean that,” she said,
when the laughter was stilled. “I
want you to be happy.”
“I shall be, if you are. Or con
tent, at any rate. Of course being
here with you like this is a little
disconcerting. I keep thinking—
That’s enough of that. I’m glad
we’ve had this time together. You
won’t keep on trying to avoid me as
you have done until now? We have
something left. Oh, anything I may
say will sound asinine, but we can
be friends, can’t we?"
“There’s no question of that.” Her
voice was not quite steady. “After
—all the years we’ve known each
other, the fun we’ve had.”
“I hope so. I don’t want to lose
you entirely. If there’s ever any
thing—lf you need me or—” He
broke off with an embarrassed
laugh. “Skip it. We’d better get
back to the others. They’re proba
bly thinking things which aren’t
true. This slow-motion progress
may appear a little incriminating
when viewed from the heights.”
She laughed and lengthened her
stride to match his. The irritations
of the day no longer lay like a
weight on her spirits. It seemed in-
She laughed and lengthened her
stride to match his.
credible, now, as glowing from the
exercise she climbed the slope at
Todd’s side, that she had aliowed
Aunt Flora to annoy her, that in her
unreasonable disappointment she
, had flared up at John. She was
eager to be with him again, to make
her partial apology complete. As
they approached the lake, she broke
away from Todd and ran ahead.
“Wait a minute!” he called.
She did not reply. A chorus of
voices greeted her. She made laugh
ing replies but her eyes flew to John.
He rose, at her approach, from the
pile cf blankets on which he had
been sitting with E'len Janeway and
her guest, little Julie Lelange from
Charleston. His face brightened as
his eyes met hers through the ruddy
glow of the fire. She went to hinj,
smiling,
(TO BE CONTINUED)
LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION
Georgia, Jackson County. To All
Whom It May Concern: L. J. Lott
having, in proper form, applied to
me for Permanent Letters of Ad
ministration on the estate of H. J.
Lott, late of said county, this is to
cite all and singular the creditors
and next of kin of H. J. Lott to be
and appear at my office within the
time allowed by law, and show
cause, if any they can, why perma
nent administration should not bo
granted to L. J. Lott on H. J. Lott
estate. Witness my hand and official
signature, this 7th day of October,
1940.
L. B. MOON, Ordinary.
LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION
Georgia, Jackson County. To All
Whom It May Concern: Mrs. A. D.
Chandler having, in proper form, ap
plied to me for Permanent Letters
of Administration on the estate of
Walter Jackson Chandler late of
said county, this is to cite all and
singular the creditors and next of
kind of Walter Jackson Chandler,
to be and appear at my office within
the time allowed by law, and show
cause, if any they can, why perma
nent administration should not be
granted to Mrs. A. D. Chandler on
Walter Jackson Chandler estate.
Witness my hand and official signa
ture, this 7th day of October, 1940.
L. B. MOON, Ordinary.