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THE WORLD WANTS A RELIGION FOR
ORDINARY PEOPLE.
So Dr. Talmage Declare* la a Sermon
That Io Fell of Encouragement For
Faithful Men and Noble Women Who
Are Unrecognized and Unrewarded.
(Copyright, 1898. by American Press Asso-
WASHIKGTOF, Feb. 18.—Dr. Talmage In
this discourse calls the roll of faithful men
and noble women in all departments who
are unrecognized and unrewarded and
sounds encouragement for those who do
work in spheres Inconspicuous; text, Ro
mans xvi, 14, 15, “Salute Asyndritus,
Phlegon, Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes, Phi
lologus and Julia.*’
Matthew Henry, Albert Bmtics, Adam
Clark, Thomas Scott and all the com
mentators pass by these verses without
any especial remark. The other 20 people
mentioned in the chapter were distin
guished for something and were therefore
discussed by the illustrious expositors, but
nothing is said about Asyncritus, Pljlegon,
Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes, Philologus
and Julia. Where were they born? No one
knows. When did they die? There is no
record of their decease. For what were
they distinguished? Absolutely nothing,
or the trait of character would have been
brought out by the apostle. If they had
been very intrepid, or opulent or hirsute
or musical of cadence or crass of style or
in any wise anomalous that feature Would
have been caught by the apostolic camera.
But they were good people, because Paul
sends to them his high Christian regards.
They were ordinary people moving inor
dinary sphere, attending to ordinary duty
and meeting ordinary responsibilities.
What the world wants is a religion for
ordinary people. If there bo in the United
States 70,000,000 people, there are certain
ly not more than 1,000,000 extraordinary,
and then there are 69,000,000 ordinary,
and we do well to turn our backs for a lit
tle while upon the distinguished and con
spicuous people of the Bible and consider
in our text the seven ordinary. We spend
too much of our time in twisting garlands
for remarkables, and building thrones for
magnates, and sculpturing warriors, and
apotheosizing philanthropists. The rank
and file of the Lord’s soldiery need especial
help.
The Mediocre Many.
Tho vast majority of people will never
lead an army, will never write a state con
stitution, will never electrify a senate,
will never make an important invention,
will never introduce a new philosophy,
will never decide the fate of a nation. You
do not expect to; you do not want to.
You will not be a Moses to lead a nation
out of bondage. You will not boa Joshua
to prolong the daylight until you can shut
five kings in a cavern. You will not be a
St. John to unroll an Apocalypse. You
will not be a Paul to preside over an apos
tolic college. You will not be a Mary to
mother a Christ. You will more probably
be Asyncritus or Phlegon or Hermas or
Patrobas or Hermes or Philologus or Ju
lia.
Many of you are women at the head of
households. Every morning you plan for
the day. The culinary department of the
household is in your dominion. You de
cide all questions of diet. All the sanitary
regulations of your house are under your
supervision. To regulate the food, and the
apparel and the habitsand decide the thou
sand questions of home life is a tax upon
brain and nerve and general health abso
lutely appalling, if there be no divine al
leviation.
It does not help you much to be told
that Elizabeth Fry did wonderful things
amid the criminals at Newgate. It does
not help you much to be told that Mrs.
Judson was very brave among the Bor
nesian cannibals. It does not help you
very much to be told that Florence Night
ingale was very kind to the wounded in
the Crimea. It would be better for me to
tell you that the divine friend of Mary and
Martha is your friend and that he sees all
the annoyances and disappointments and
abrasionsand exasperations of an ordinary
housekeeper from morn till night, and
from the first day of the year until the last
day of the year and at your call he is ready
with help and re-enforcement.
They who provide the food of the world
decide the health of the world. You have
only to go on some errand amid tho tav
erns and the hotels of the United States
and Great Britain to appreciate the fact
that a vast multitude of the human race
are slaughtered by incompetent cookery.
Though a young woman' may have taken
lessons in music and may have taken les
sons in painting and lessons in astronomy,
she is not well educated unless she has
taken lessons in dough! They who decide
the apparel of the world and tho food of
the world decide the endurance of the
world.
Martyrs of the Kitchen and Nursery.
An unthinking man may consider it a
matter of little importance—the cares of
the household and the economies of do
mestic life—but I tell you the earth is
strewn with the martyrs of kitchen and
nursery. The health shattered womanhood
of America cries out for a God who can
help ordinary women inlhe ordinary du
ties of housekeeping. The wearing, grind
ing, unappreciated work goes on, but the
same Christ who stood on the bank of
Galilee in the early morning and kindled
the fire and had the fish already eleaned
and broiling when the sportsmen stepped
ashore, chilled and hungry, will help every
woman to prepare breakfast, whether by
her own hand or the hand of her hired
help. The God who made indestructible
eulogy of Hannah, who made a coat for
Samuel, her sop, and carried it to the tem
ple every year, will help every woman in
preparing the family wardrobe. Tho God
who opens the Bible with the story of
Abraham’s entertainment by the three
angels on the plains of Mature will help
every woman to provide hospitality, how
ever rare and embarrassing. It is high
time that some of the attention we have
been giving to the remarkable women of
tho Bible—remarkable for their virtue, or
their want of It, or remarkable for their
deeds—Deborah and Jezebel and Herodias
and Athalia and Dorcas and the Marys,
excellent and abandoned—it is high time
some of the attention we have been giving
to these conspicuous women of the Bible
be giyen to Julia, an ordinary woman,
amid ordinary circumstances, attending to
ordinary duties and meeting ordinary re
sponsibilities.
Then there are all the ordinary business
men. They need divine and Christian
help. When we begin to talk about busi
ness life, wo shoot right off and talk about
men who did business on a large scale,
and who sold millions of dollars of goods
a year, and the vast majority of business
men do not sell a million dollars of goods,
nor half a million, nor quarter of a mil
lion, nor the eighth part of a million. Put
all the business men of our cities, towns,
villages and neighborhoods side by side,
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tbat tbey 80,1 lom thaa
SIOO,OOO worth of goods. All these men
-in ordinary business life want divine help.
You see how tho wrinkles are printing on
< the countenance the story of worriment
and care.
Prematnre Old Age.
, You cannot tell how old a business man
is by looking at him. Gray hairs at 30.
r A man sit 45 with the stoop of a nonoge
> narian. No time to attend to improved
dentistry, the grinders cease because they
are few. Actually dying of old age at 40
or 50, when they ought to be at the meridi
an. Many of these business men have
1 bodies like a neglected clock to which you
1 come, and when you wind it up it begins
’ to buzz and roar, and then the hands start
I around very rapidly, and then the clock
' strikes sor 10 or 40, and strikes without
any sense, and then suddenly stops. So is
the body of that worn out business man.
It is a neglected clock, and though by
some summer recreation it may be wound
up, still the machinery is all out of gear.
The hands turn around with a velocity
’ that excites the astonishment of tho world.
1 Men cannot understand the wonderful ac
tivity, and there is a roar and a buzz and
1 a rattle about these disordered lives and
1 they strike 10 when they ought to strike
5, and they strike 12 when they ought to
1 strike 6, and they strike 40 when they
1 ought to strike nothing, and suddenly they
' stop. Post mortem examination reveals
1 the fact tbat all the springs and pivots and
weights and balance wheels of health are
completely deranged. The human clock is
simply run down. And at the time when
the stejdJy hand ought to be pointing to
the industrious hours on a clear and sun
lit dial the whole machinery of body,
mind and earthly capacity stops forever.
Oak Hill and Greenwood have thousands
of business men who died of old age at 30,
35, 40, 45.
Now, what is wanted is grace, divine
grace, for ordinary businessmen, men who
are harnessed from morn till night and all
the days of their life—harnessed in busi
ness. Not grace to lose SIOO,OOO, but grace
to lose $lO. Not grace to supervise 250
employees in a factory, but grace to super
vise the bookkeeper and two salesmen and
the small boy that sweeps out the store.
Grace to invest not the SBO,OOO of net profit/
but the $2,500 of clear gain. Grace not to
endure tho loss of a whole shipload of
spices from the Indies, but grace to en
dure a loss of a paper of collars from the
leakage of a displaced shingle on a poor
roof. Grace not to endure the tardiness
of the American congress in passing a
necessary law, but grace to endure the
tardiness of an errand boy stopping to play
marbles when he ought to delivei the
goods. Such a grace as thousands of busi
ness men have today—keeping them tran
quil, whether goods sell or do not sell,
whether customers pay or -do not pay,
whether tariff is up or tariff is down,
whether the crops are luxuriant or a dead
failure—calm in all circumstances and
amid all vicissitudes. That is the kind of
grace we want.
Heroes at Home.
Millions of men want it, and they may
have it for the asking. Some hero or hero
ine comes to town, and as the procession
passes through the street the business men
come out, stand on tiptoe on their store
step and look at some one who in arctio
clime, or in ocean stonn, or in day of bat-*
tie, or in hospital agonies did the brave
thing, not realizing that they, the enthu
siastic spectators, have gone through trials
in business life that are just as great be
fore God. There are men who have gone
through freezing arctics and burning tor
rids and awful Marengos of experiences
without moving five miles from their door
step.
Now, what ordinary business men need
Is to realize that they have the friendship
of that Christ who looked after the reli
gious interests of Matthew, the custom
house clerk, and helped Lydia of Thyatira
to sell the dry goodg, and who opened a
bakery and fish market in the wilderness
of Asia Minor to feed the 7,000 who had
come out on a religious picnic, and who
counts the hairs of your head with as much
particularity as though they were the
plumes of a coronation, and who took the
trouble to stoop down with his finger
writing on the ground, although the first
shuffle of feet obliterated the divine calig
rapby, and who knows just how many
locusts there were in the Egyptian plague
and knew just how many ravens were nec
essary to supply Elijah’s pantry by the
brook CLerith, and who, as floral com
mander, leads forth all the regiments of
primroses, foxgloves, daffodils, hyacinths
and lilies which pitch their tents of beauty
and kindle their campfires of color all
around tho hemisphere—that that Christ
and that God knows the most minute af
fairs of your business life and, however in
considerable, understanding all the affairs
of that woman who keeps a thread and
needle store as well as all the affairs of a
Rothschild and a BaMug.
Then there are all the ordinary farmers.
We talk about agricultural life, and we
immediately shoot off to talk about Cin
cinnatus, the patrician, who went from
the plow to a high position, and after he
got through the dictatorship in 21 days
went back again to the plow. What en
couragement is that to ordinary farmers?
The vast majority of them—none of them
will be patricians. Perhaps none of them
will be senators. If any of them have dic
tatorships, it will be over 40 or 50 or 100
acres of the old homestead. What these
men want is grace to keep their patience
while plowing with balky oxen and to
keep cheerful amid the drought that de
stroys the corn crop and that enables them
to restore tho garden tho day after the
neighbor’s cattle have broken in and
trampled out the strawberry bed and
gone through the Lima bean patch and
eaten up the sweet corn in such large
quantities that they must be kept from thq
water lest they swell up and die.
Everyday Grace.
Grace in catching weather that enables
them, without imprecation, to spread out
the hay the third time, although again and
again and again it has been almost ready
for the mow. A grace to doctor the cow
with a hollow horn, and the sheep with
tho foot rot, and the horse with the dis
temper and to compel the unwilling acres
to yWd a livelihood for the family and
schooling for the children and little extras
to help the older boy in business and some
thing for the daughter’s wedding outfit
and a little surplus for the time when the
ankles will get stiff with age and the
breath will be a little short and the swing
ing of the cradle through the hot harvest
field will bring on the old man’s vertigo.
Better close up about Cincinnatus. I know
500 farmers just as noble as he was. What
they want is to know that they have the
friendship of tbat Christ who often drew
bis similes from the farmer’s life, as when
he said, “A sewer went forth to sow,” as
when he built his best parable out of tho
scene of a farmer boy coming back from
his wanderings, and the old farmhouse
shook that night with rural and
who compared himself to a lamb in the
pasture field and who said tbat the eternal
i God is a farmer, ueciariug, “My Father is
i the husbandman.’’
Those stone masons do not vant to hear
i 1 about Christopher Wren, the r rchitoct who
t built St. Paul’s cathedral. It would bo
better to tell them how to cai y the hod of
brick up the ladder without .-Upping, and
i how on a cold morning with he trowel to
smooth off the mortar and keep cheerful,
‘ and how to be thankful to God for the
! plain food taken from the pail by the toad
, side. Carpenters standing amid the adz,
j and the bit, and the plane, and the broad
ax need to be told that Christ was a car
, penter, with hiu own hand wielding saw
and hammer. Oh, this is a tired world,
i and it is an overworked world, and it is an
. underfed world, and it is a wrung out
world, and men and women need to know
. that there is rest and recuperation in God
i and in that religion which was not so
much intended for extraordinary people as
for ordinary people, because there are more
of them.
The healing profession has had its Aber
crombies, and its Abernethys, and its Vai
entine Motts, and its Willard Parkers, but
tho ordinary physicians do the most of the
world’s medicining, and they need to un
derstand that while taking diagnosis or
prognosis, or writing prescription, or com
pounding medicament, or holding the del
icate pulse of a dying child they may have
the presence and the dictation of the Al
mighty Doctor who took the case of tho
madman, and after he had torn off his
garments in foaming dementia clothed
him again, body and mind, and who lifted
up the woman who for 18 years had been
bent almost double with the rheumatism
into graceful stature, and who turned the
scabs of leprosy into rubicund complexion,
and who rubbed tho numbness out of par
alysis, and who swung wide open tfie
closed windows of hereditary or accidental
blindness until the mornin : light came
streaming through the fleshly casements,
and who knows all the diseases and all the
remedies and all the herbs and all the
oatholicons and is monarch of pharmacy
and - therapeutics, and who has sent out
10,000 doctors of whom the world makes
no record, but to prove that they are an
gels of- mercy I invoke the thousands of
men whose ailments they have assuaged
and the thousands of women to whom in
crises of pain they have been next to God
in benefaction.
Come, now, let us have a religion for or
dinary people in professions, in occupa
tions, in agriculture, in the household, in
merchandise, in everything. I salute across
the centuries Asyncritus, Phlegon, Her
mas, Patrobas, Hermes, Philologus and
Julia.
Tired of Extraordinary Folk.
First of all, if you fqel that you are or
dinary, thank God that you are not ex
traordinary. I am tired and sick and
bored almost to death with extraordinary
people. They take all their time to tell us
how very extraordinary they really are.
You know as well as I do, my brother and
sister, that the most of tho useful work of
the world is done by unpretentious people
Who toil right on—by people who do not
get much approval and no ope seems to ■
say, “That is well done.’’ Phenomena are
of but little use. Things that aro excep
tional cannot be depended on. Better trust
the smallest planet that swings in its orbit
than ten comets shooting this way and
that, imperiling the longevity of worlds
attending to their own business. For
steady illumination better is a lamp than
a rocket.
Then, if you feel that you are 'ordinary,
remember that your position invites tho
less attack. Conspicuous people—how they
have to take it! How they are misrepre
sented and abused and shot at! The high
er the horns of a roebuck the easier to
strike him down. What a delicious thing
it must be to be a candidate for governor
of a state or president of the United States!
It must bo so soothing to the nerves. It
must pour into the soul of a candidate
such a sense of serenity when ho reads the
blessed newspapers.
I came into tho possession of the abusive
cartoons in the time of Napoleon I, print
ed while he was yet alive. Tho retreat of
the army from Moscow, that army buried
in the snows of Russia, one of the most
awful tragedies of the centuries, represent
ed under tho figure of a monster called
General Frost shaving the French emperor
with a razor of icicle. As Satyr and Beel
zebub he is represented, page after page,
page after page. England cursing him,
Spain cursing him, Germany cursing him,
Russia cursing him, Europe cursing him.
North and South America cursing him.
The most remarkable man of his day, and
the most abused. All those men in history
who now have a halo around their name
on earth wore a crown of thorns. Take
' the few extraordinary railroad men of our
time and see what abuse comes upon them,
while thousands of stockholders escape.
New York Central railroad had 9,265
stockholders. If anything in that railroad
affronted the people, all the abuse came
down on one man, and the 9,264 escaped.
All the world took after Thomas Scott,
president of the Pennsylvania railroad,
abused him until he got under the ground.
Over 17,000 stockholders in tbat company.
All the blame on one man! The Central
Pacific railroad—two or three men get all
tho blame if anything goes wrong. There
are 10,000 in that company.
I mention these things to prove it is ex
traordinary people who get abused, while
the ordinary escape. The weather of life
is not so severe on the plain as it is on the
high peaks. The world never forgives a
man who knows or gains or does more
than it can know or gain or do. Parents
sometimes give confectionery to their chil
dren as an inducement to take bitter med
icine and the world’s sugar plum precedes
the world’s aqua fortis. Tho mob cried in
regard to Christ, “Crucify him, crucify
him!” and they had to say it twice to be
understood, for they were so hoarse, and
they got their hoarseness by crying a little
while before at the top of their voice,
“Hosanna!” The river Rhone is foul when
it enters Lake Leman, but crystalline
when it comes out on the other side. But
there are men who have entered the bright
lake of worldly prosperity crystalline and
come out terribly roiled. If, therefore, you
feel that you are ordinary, thank God for
the defenses and the tranquillity of your
position.
From Humble Homo*.
Then remember if you have only what
is called an ordinary home tbat the great
deliverers of the world have all come from
such a home. And there may be seated,
reading at your evening stand, a child who
shall be potent for the ages. Just unroll
the scroll of men mighty in church and
state, and you will find they nearly all
came from log cabin or poor homes. Genius
almost always runs out in the third ar
fourth generation. You cannot find in all
history an instance where the fourth gen
eration of extraordinary people amounts to
anything. In thia country we had two
great men, father and son, both presidents
of the United States, but from present
prospects there never will be in that gene
alogical line another president for a thou
sand years. Columbus from a weaver’s
hut, Demosthenes from a cutler’s celler,
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Bloomfield and Missionary Carey from a
shoemaker's bench, Arkwright from a bar
ber's shop and whose name is high over
all in earth and air and sky from a manger.
Let us all bo content with such things as
we have. Ood is just as good in what he
keeps away from us as in what he gives
ps. Even a knot may be useful if it is at
tho end of a thread.
At an anniversary of a deaf and dumb
asylum one of the children wrote upon
the blackboard words as sublime as tho
I‘lliad," the “Odyssey” and the “Divina
Commedia” all compressed in one para
graph. The examiner, in the signs of the
mute language, asked her, “ Who made the
world?" Tho deaf and dumb girl wrote
upon the blackboard, “In thebeginning
God created the heaven and the earth."
The examiner asked her, “For what pur
pose did Christ come into the world?" The
deaf and dumb girl wrote upon the black
board, “This is a faithful saying, and
worthy of all acceptation, tbat Christ Jesus
cams into the world to save sinners." The
examiner said to her, “Why were you born
deaf and dumb, while I hear and speak?"
She wrote upon the blackboard, “Even so,
Father, for so it seemeth good in thy
sight." Oh, that we might be baptized
with a contented spirit. The spider draws
poison out of a flower, the bee gets honey
out of a thistle, but happiness is a heaven
ly elixir, and the contented spirit extracts
it not from the rhododendron of tho hills,
but from the lily of the valley.
The Fanny Barons of Runnymede.
It is recorded, and tho record seems ve
racious, that the order of the Barons of
Bunnymede was organized on Jan. 8 at
the house of a Cadwallader of 0 Philadel
phia. Persons are eligible for membership
Who can establish an unbroken line of
descent frotp a thirteenth century noble
man who helped to wring the great char
ter from King John. Among the names
of persons claimed as founders of this so
ciety are Bulkeley of Hartford, Lee and
Cadwallader of Philadelphia, Whitney of
New Haven, Winston and Marsh of Chi
cago, Betts, Green, Earle, Bleeker, Par
sons, Pomeroy, Schieffelln, Richardson
and Riker of New York and a dozen oth
ers. They are respectable names, carrying
an implication of solvency, if nothing
more. But what a queer society, and
what a curious state of mldd in an Amer
ican the desire to organize such an associ
ation and be on its roll and wear its badge
Implies! Perhaps it is the expression of a
desire to have roots which is a natural re
action from the individualism of the
American civilization.
The popular sentiment in this country
is that a man stands for what, personally,
he is and for the money that he has in
herited or got together. It may be that
we ought not to deride persons who wish
to be somewhat more representative than
that, and who feel the need of having
something under them that is less liable
to sudden removal than their own strong
boxes, and something back of them a little
stiffer and more durable than their own
• backbones. The desire to represent some
thing is lawful and wholesome, but, dear,
dear/ it is such a far ery back to Runny
mede ! The descent from Adam is more
democratic and only a little more remote.
Why not stick to that?—Harper’s Weekly.
Midwinter Hints For Flower Growers.
Examine the outdoor rose beds occasion
ally to see that the wind has not removed
the covering.
The plants stored for the winter in the
cellar have now been in some time. Per
haps they need a little water or other at
tention.
Where plants are kept about the win
dows, cold drafts from tho sides of the
sash should be carefully guarded against
during severe weather.
Frequent cleansing of the leaves of foli
age plants, by using tepid water and a
sponge, lends to their attractiveness and
is essential to the health of the plants.
Just at this time, when work with the
flowers is very light, is a good time to con
sider what will be best to plant in the gar
den in the spring. When the proper time
comes, everything must be in readiness,
so that no valuable timo will be lost.
Cinders form a good material for cover
ing the floors and paths of the conserva
tory.
To clean old flowerpots on which green
moss and a sort of white mold have grown
scrub them vigorously with sand and wa
ter. This will make the pots look bright
and new. Use porous vessels only to pot
plants in. They will do better in such
than in tin cans.—Woman’s Home Com
panion.
. ___ Municipal Ownership.
Municipal ownership of street railways
does not make any noticeable headway in
the United States, but in Europe it is go
ing ahead with great energy. Private or
corporate ownership at that sort of prop
erty bids fair soon to be a thing of the past
in England at least. 'ln Blackpool, Hud
dersfield, Hull, Leeds, Plymouth, Sheffield
and Glasgow all the street car lines are
operated by the city authorities. In 30
other cities, including Birmingham, Liv
erpool, Manchester, Edinburgh and Lon
don, tho municipalities own or operate a
part of the lines within their limits. In
Cardiff and Southampton the change to
municipal ownership will probably be
completed before the end of the present
year. In various other cities the street
railway tracks belong to the municipality
and are leased for so much per mile, with
a percentage on gross earnings. The only
city on this continent which has made a
like experiment is Toronto, where the city
owns the roads and leases them to the
operating companies at highly advanta
geous rates. —New York Tribune.
A Chinese Story.
Brotherly love is regarded by the Chi
nese as only less Important than filial
duty.
There is a story of a mandarin, named
Soo, beforo whom some brothers brought
a suit about the division of a tract of land.
After much litigation, continued at in
tervals for ten years, the mandarin at last
called the brothers before him and ad
dressed them thus:
“It is difficult to get a brother; it is easy
enough to get land. Suppose you gain
your fields and lose your brother, how will
you feel then?”
Upon this the mandarin wept, and not
one of the bystanders could keep back bis
tears. Instantly tho brothers, percelv .g
their error, bowed low to the magistrate,
asked his forgiveness, and, after ten years
of separation, took up their abode together
in the family homestead. —Exchange.
Cost of Great Fires.
In 1666 the great fire in London burned
over 436 acres, destroying at least $85,-
000,060 worth of property. In 1872 the
Boston fire burned over 60 acres at a cost
of $1,000,000 an acre. It the same fire oc
curred today, it would cost at the very
lowest estimate $100,000,006. In 1808 the
loss on the 8X acres burned was over
$860,000,000.
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EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ CABTORI A ” AND
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This is the original" PITCHER’S CASTORIA,’’ which has been
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and has the signature of wrap-
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President. nJ , «
March 8,1897.
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo”
(because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in
gredients of which even he docs not know.
“The Kind You Have Always Bought”
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE Or
Insist on Having
The Kind That Never Failed 'Yon.
INK CCNTAUR COMPANY, TT NUR AAV •TRCCT. NSW YORK wIYV.
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JOB PRINTING
DONE A!IT
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The Morning Call Office.
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- We have Just supplied our Job Office with a complete line ol Stationer*
> kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the way 01
LETTER HEADS, BILL HEADS.
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STATEMENTS, IRCULARB,
ENVELOPES, NOTES,
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MORTGAGES, . PROGRAMS,!
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J A RDM, POSTERS’
DODGERS, ETO., FTC
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An aclracavc FOSTER cf say size can be issued on snort notice
Our prices for work of all kinds will compare favorably with those obtained top
1 any office in the state. When you want job printing of’any diKiifticn tile vi
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With Neatness and Dispatch.
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Out of town orders will receive
prompt attention
J. P. & S B. Sawtell.
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898/
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12dn T s«r X S2wM?M& Carrollton leaves Griffin at •„ am, and 1 R pw dally exrept
Ortfita $ N p m and 1$ 40 p m daily exeept Sundv.
C. 8. WHITS, Ticket Agent, Griffin. oa.
rHEO. D,K LINK Gen 7 ! Bupt- Savannah, GaJF £
J. O. Hallß. Gem. PMNM>n«er Arent.
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