Newspaper Page Text
I '
I PULPIT AND PRESS.
DR. TALMAGE .TAKES THE PRIN ING
( ART FOR HIS SUBJECT.
Expresses Bls Gratltuda to God and tho
Newspaper Commemorates the Two
Th ir Monte*. Publication of Bls Sermons.
An Appeal to Editors.
[Copyright, 1898, Pre “ ASSO '
Washington, Feb. 20.—For the first
time Dr. Talmage in this discourse tells
. in what way bis sermons have come to a
multiplicity of publication such as has
never in any other oase been known since
|- the art of printing was invented; text,
Nahum ii, 4, “They shall seem like torch
es; they shall run like the lightnings.*'
Express, rail train and telegraphic com
munication are suggested, if not foretold,
in this text, and from it I start to preach
n sermon in gratitude to God and the
newspaper press for the fact that I have
had the opportunity of delivering through .
• the newspaper press 2,000 sermons or re
ligious addresses, so that I have for many
yean been allowed the privilege of preach
ing the gospel every week to every neigh
borhood in Christendom and in many
lands outside of Christendom. Many have
wondered at the process by which it has
come to pass, and for the first time in pub
lic place X state the three causes. Many
years ago a young man who has since be
> come eminent in his profession was then
studying law in a distant city. He came
to me and said that for lack of funds he
must stop his studying unless through
stenography I would give him sketches of
sermons, that he might by the sale of them
secure means for the completion of his
education. I positively declined, because
it seemed to mean impossibility, but after
some months bad passed, and I had re
flected upon the great sadness for such a
brilliant young man to be defeated in his
ambition for the legal profession, I under
took to serve him, of course free of charge.
Within three weeks there camo a request
for those stenographic reports from many
parts of the continent.
, Time passed on, and some gentlemen of
my own profession, evidently thinking that
there was hardly room for them and for
myself in this continent, began to assail
me, and became so violent in their assault
that the chief newspapers of America put
special correspondents in my church Sab
bath by Sabbath to take down such reply
as I might make. I never made reply, ex
cept once for about three minutes, but
those correspondents could not waste their
time, and so they telegraphed tho sermons
to their particular papers. After awhile Dr.
Louis Kfopsch of New York systematized
the work into a syndicate until through
that and other syndicates he has put the
discourses week by week before more than
20,000,000 people on both sides the sea.
There have been so many guesses on this
subject, many of them inaccurate, that I
now tell tho true story. I have not im
proved tho opportunity as I ought, but I
feel the time ha&come when as a matter
of common justice to the newspaper press
I should make this statement in a
sermon commemorative of the two thou
sandth full publication of sermons and
religious addresses, saying nothing of frag
mentary reports, which would run up into
many thousands more.
Nothing but Points.
There was one Incident that I might
mention in this connection, showing
how an insignificant event might in
fluence us for a lifetime. Many years
ago on a Sabbath morning on my way
to church in Brooklyn a representative
of a prominent newspaper met me and
said, “Are you going to give us any
points today?” I said, “What do you
mean by ‘points?’ ” He replied, “Any- '
thing wo can remember.” I said to my
self, “We ought to be making ‘points’ all
the time in our pulpits and not deal in
platitudes and inanities. ” That one inter
rogation put to me that morning started
in me the desire of making points all the 1
time and nothing but points.
And now .how can I more appropriately
commemorate the two thousandth publica- '
tlon than by speaking of the newspaper
press as an ally of the pulpit and mention- 1
ing some of the trials of newspaper men? ■
The newspaper is the great educator of
the nineteenth century. There is no force 1
compared with it. It is book, pulpit, plat- 1
form, forum, all in one. And there is not 1
an interest—religious, literary, commer- 1
cial, scientific, agricultural or mechanical 1
—that is not within its grasp. All our
churches and schools and colleges and asy- '
lums and art galleries feel the quaking of '
the printing press. !
The institution of newspapers arose in
Italy. In Venice the first newspaper was j
published, and monthly, during the time 1
Venice was warring against Solyman II in !
Dalmatia, it was printed for the purpose
of giving military and commercial Infor- *
mation to the Venetians. The first news- '
paper published in England was in 1588 ’
and called The English Mercury. Who can '
estimate the political, scientific, commer- I
cial and religious revolutions roused up in 1
England for many years past by the press? 1
The first attempt at this institution in 1
France was in 1631, by a physician, who '
published The News, for the amusement ’
and health of his patients. The French I
nation understood fully how to appreciate f
this power. So early as in 1820 there were 1
in Paris 169 journals. But in the United 1
States tho newspaper has come to unlim- *
ited sway. Though in 1775 there were but ’
87 in the whole country, the number of 1
published journals is now counted by thou- 1
sands, and today—we may as well ac- •
knowledge it as not—the religious and <
secular newspapers are the great educators ’
of the country. Jtoto, 1
Power or the Preiw. <
But, alas, through what struggle the
newspaper has come to its present develop
ment! Just as soon as it began to demon- ]
strate its power superstition and tyranny ]
shackled it. There is nothing that despot- i
ism so much fears and hates as the {Mint- <
ing press. A great writer in the south of i
Europe declared that the king of Naples i
had made it unsafe for him te write on t
any subject save natural history. Austria t
oould not bear Kossuth’s journalistic pen '
pleading for the redemption of Hungary, i
Napoleon J, wanting to keep bis iron heel f
on the neck of nations, said that the news- s
paper was the regent of kings and the t
only safe place to keep an euitor was in i
prison. But the great battle for the free- I
dom of the press was fought in the court- 1
rooms of England and the United States e
before this century began, when Hamilton f
made his great speech in behalf of the free- c
dom of J. Peter Zenger’s Gazette in Amer- 1
ica, and when Erskine made hie greet t
speech in behalf of the freedom to publish i
Paine's “Rights of Man” in England, i
Those wore the Marathon and the Ther- t
mopyhe where the battle was fought c
which decided the freedom of the press in «
England and America, and all the powers i
of earth and hell will never again be able to i
put upon the printing press the handcuffs
and tho hopples of literary and political
despotism.
It la remarkable that Thomas Jefferson,
who wrote the Declaration of Independ
ence, also wrote these words,' “If I had to
choose between a government without
newspapers and newspapers without a
government, I would prefer the latter.”
btung by soino new fabrication in print,
we come to write or speak about an “un
bridled printing press. ” Our new book
ground up in unjust criticism, wacome to
write or si oak about the “unfair printing
f>reaa. ” Perhaps through our own indis
tinctness of utterance wo arc reported as
saying just tho opposite of what we did
say, and there is a small riot of semico
lons and byphons and commas, and we
como to write or talk about the “blunder
ing printing press, ” or wo take up a news
paper full of social scandal and of cases of
divorce, and we, write, or talk abbut a
“filthy, scurrilous printing press.” But
this morning I ask you to consider the im
measurable and everlasting blessing of a
good newspaper.
Next to the Bible.
I find no difficulty in accounting for the
world’s advance. What has made the
change? “Books,” you say. No, sir! The
vast majority of citizens db not read books.
Take this audience or any other promiscu
ous assemblage, and how many histories
have they read? How many treatises on
constitutional law or political economy or
works of science? How many elaborate
poems or books of travel? Not many. In
the United States the people would not av
erage one such book a year for each indi
vidual. Whence, then, this intelligence,
this capacity to talk about all themes, sec
ular and religious, this acquaintance with
science and art, thia power to appreciate
the beautiful and grand? Next to the Bi
ble, the newspaper, swift winged and ev
erywhere present, flying over the fence,
shoved under the door, tossed into the
counting house, laid on tho workbench,
hawked through the cars! All read It—
white and black, German, Irishman,
Swiss, Spaniard, American, old and
young, good and bad, sick and well, before
breakfast and after tea, Monday morning,
Saturday night, Sunday and weekday. I
now declare that I consider the newspaper
to be the grand agency by which the gos
pel is to be preached, ignorance cast out,
oppression dethroned, crime extirpated,
the world raised, heaven rejoiced and God
glorified. In the clanking of the printing
press as the sheets fly out I hear the voice
of the Lord almighty proclaiming to all
the dead nations of the earth, “Lazarus,
come forth!” and to the retreating surges
of darkness, “Let there be light!” In
many of our city newspapers, professing
no more than secular information, there
have appeared during the past 80 years
some of tho grandest appeals in behalf of
religion and some of the most effective in
terpretations of God’s government among
the nations.
Two Kinds of Newspapers.
There are only two kinds of newspapers
—the one good, very good, the other bad,
very bad. A newspaper may be started
with an undecided character, but after it
has been going on for years everybody
finds out just what it is, and it is very
good or it is very bad. The one paper is
the embodiment of news, the ally of vir
tue, the foe of crime, the delectation of
elevated taste, the mightiest agency on
earth for making the world better. The
other paper is a brigand among moral
forces; it is a besllmer of reputation, it is
the right arm of death and hell, it is tho
mightiest agency in the universe for mak
ing the world worse and battjlng against
tho cause of God, the one an angel of in
telligence and mercy, the other a fiend of
darkness. Between this archangel and
this fury is to be fought the great battle
which is to decide the fate of the world.
If you have any doubt as to which is to be
victor, ask the prophecies, ask God; the
chief batteries with which he would vindi
cate tho right and thunder down tho
wrong are now unlimbered. The great
Armageddon of the nations is not to be
fought with swords, but with steel pens;
not with bullets, but with type; not with
cannon, but with lightning perfecting
presses, and the Sumters, and tho Moul
tries, and the Pulaskis, and the Gibraltars
of that conflict will be the editorial and
reportorial jooms of our great newspaper
establishments. Men of the press, God
has put a more stupendous responsibility
upon you than upon any other class of per
sons. What long strides your profession
has made in influence and power since the
day when Peter Sheffer invented cast
metal type, and because two books were
found just alike they were ascribed to tho
work of the devil, and books were printed
on strips of.bamboo, and Rev. Jesse Glover
originated the first American printing
press, and the common council of New
York, in solemn resolution, offered S2OO
to any printer who would come there and
live, and when the speaker of the house cf
parliament tn England announced with
indignation that the public prints had rec
ognized some of their doings, until in this
day, when we have in this country many
newspapers sending out copies by the bil
lion. The press and the telegraph have
gone down into the same great harvest
field to reap, and the telegraph says to the
newspaper, “I’ll rake, while you bind,’’
and tho iron teeth of the telegraph are set
down at eno end of the harvest field and
drawn clean across, and the newspaper
gathers up tho sheaves, setting down one
sheaf on the breakfast table in the shape of
a morning newspaper, and putting down
another sheaf on the tea table in the shape
of an evening newspaper, and that man
who neither reads nor takes a newspaper
would be a curiosity. What vast progress
since the days when Cardinal Wolsey de
clared that either tho printing press must
go down or the church of God must go
down to this time, when the printing
press and the pulpit are in hundreds of
glorious combination and alliance.
Trials of the Editor.
One of the great trials of this newspaper
profession is tho fact that they are com
pelled to see more of the shams of the
world than any other profession. Through
every newspaper office, day by day, go the
weakness of the world, the vanities that
want to be puffed, the revenges that want
to bo wreaked, all the mistakes that want
to bo corrected, all the dull speakers who
want to be thought eloquent, all the mean
ness that wants to get its wares noticed
gratis in the editorial columns in Order to
save the tax of the advertising column, all
the men who want to bo set right who
nover were right, all tho crack brained
philosophers, with story as long as their
hair and as gloomy as their finger nails, ‘
all the itinerant bores who come to stay
five minutes and stop' an hour. From the
editorial and reportorlal rooms aH the fol
lies and shams ot the world are seen day
by day, and the temptation is to believe
neither in God, man, nor woman.- It is
no surprise to me that in your profession
there are some skeptical men. I only won
der that you believe anything. Unless an
editor or a reporter has in, his present or
in his early home a model cf earnest char
acter, or he throw himself upon the up-
Isa cing grace of God, he » make tem
poral and eternal nHpwrr-k
Another great tri ’ of t t» newspaper
pr salon is inadequate < uupensatton.
> 8! <<:etbo days of Hazlitt <ml : horidan and
i John Milton, and the wall igs of Grab
i Street, London, literary toil, vith very few
exceptions, hns not beet, pro; rly requited.
When Oliver Goldsmith rei ived a friend
in his house, he (the author) had to ait on
the window, because there was only one
i chair. Linnaeus sold bis splendid work
: fora ducat. De Foe, the author of so many
volumes, died penniless. The learned
i Johnson dined behind a screen because hie
I clothes we»c too shabby to allow him to
dine with tho gentlemen who, on the oth
i er side of the screen, were applauding his
works. And so on down to the present
time literary toil is a great struggle for
bread. The world seems to have a grudge
against a man who, as they say, gets bis
living by his wits, and the day laborer
says to the man of literary toil, “You come
down here and shove a plane and hammer
a shoe last and break cobblestones and
earn an honest living as I do Instead of
sitting there in Idleness scribbling!” But
there are no hardsr worked men in all
the earth- than the newspaiter people of
this country. It is not a matter of bard
times; it is characteristic nt all times.
, Men have a better appreciation for that
which appeals to the stomach than for that
, which appeals to the brain. They havo
no idea of the Immense financial and in
tellectual exhaustion of tho newspaper
press. Oh, men of the press, it will be a
great help to you, if when you get homo
late at night, fagged out and nervous with
your work, you would just kneel down
and commend your ease to God, who has
watched all the fatigues of tho day and the
night, and who has promised to be your
God and the God of your children forever!
Demands .of the Public.
Another great trial of the newspaper
profession is the diseased appetite for un
healthy intelligence. You blame the news
paper press for giving such prominence to
mtirdors and scandals. Do you suppose
that so many papers would give promi
nence to these things if tho people did not
demand them? If I go into the meat mar
ket of a foreign city, and I find that the
butchers hang up on the most conspicuous
hooks meat that is tainted, while the meat
that is fresh and savory is put away with
out any special care, I come to the conclu
sion that tho people of that city love taint
ed meat. You know very Well that if the
great mass of people in this country get
hold of a newspaper and there are in it no
runaway matches, no broken up families,
no defamation of men in high position,
.they pronounce the paper insipid. They
say, “It is shockingly dull tonight.” I
believe it is one of the trials of the news
paper press that the people of this country
demand moral slush instead of healthy
and intellectual food. Now, you are a re
spectable man, an intelligent man, and a
paper comes into your hand. You open it,
and there are three columns of splendidly
written editorial, recommending some
moral sentiment or evolving some scien
tific theory. In the next column there is
a miserable, contemptible, divorce case.
Which do you read first? You dip into the
editorial long enough to say, “Well, that’s
very ably written,” and you read the di
vorce case from the “long primer” type at
the top to the “nonpareil” type at the bot
tom, and then you ask your wife if she has
rend it! Oh, it is only a oase of supply
and demand! Newspaper men are not
fools. They know what you want, and
they give it to you. I believe that if the
church and the world bought nothing but
pure, honest, healthful newspapers, noth
ing but pure, honest and healthful news
papers would be published. If you should
gather all the editors and the reporters of
this country in one great convention, and
ask of them what kind of a paper they
would prefer to publish, I believe they
would unanimously say, “We would prefer
to publish an elevating paper. ” So long
as there is an iniquitous demand there
will be an iniquitous supply. I make no
apology for a debauched newspaper, but I
am saying these things in order to divide
the responsibility between those who print
and those who read.
„ Temptations of Journalists.
Another temptation of tho newspaper
profession is the great allurement that
surrounds them. Every occupation and
profession has temptations peculiar to it
self, and tho newspaper profession is not
an exception. The great demand, as you
know, is on the nervous force, and tho
brain is racked. Tho blundering political
speech must read well for the sake of the
party, and so tho reporter or the editor has
to make it read well, although every sen
tence were a catastrophe to the English
language. The reporter must hear all that
an inaudible speaker, who thinks it is vul
gar to speak out, says, and it must be
right the next morning or the next night
in the papers, though the night before the
whole audience sat with its hand behind
its ear in vain trying to catch it. This
man must go through killing night work.
He must go into heated assemblages and
into unventilSted audience rooms that are
enough to take the life out of him. He
must visit courtrooms, which are almost
always disgusting with rum and tobacco.
He must expose himself at the fire. He
must write in fetid alleyways. Added to
all that, he must have hasty mastication
and irregular habits. To bear up under
this tremendous nervous strain they are
tempted to artificial stimulus, and how
many thousands havo gone down under
their pressure God only knows. They
must have something to counteract the
wet, they must have something to keep
out the chill, and after a scant night’s
sleep they must have something to revive
them for the morning’s work. This is
what made Horace Greeley such a stout
temperance man. I said to him, “Mr.
Greeley, why are you more eloquent on tho
subject of temperance than any other sub
ject?” Ho replied, “I havo seen so many
of my best friends in journalism go down
under intemperance.” Oh, my dear brother
of the newspaper profession, what you
cannot do without artificial stimulus God
does not want you to do! There is no half
way ground for our literary people be
tween teetotalism and dissipation. Your
professional success, your domestic* peace,
your eternal salvation, will depend upon
your theories in regard to artificial stim
ulus. I have had so many friends go down
under the temptation, their brilliancy
quenched, their homes blasted, that I cry
out this morning in the words of another,
“Look not upon the wine when it is red,
when it glveth its eolor in the cup, when
it moveth itself aright, for at the last it
biteth like a serpent, and ft stingeth like
an adder.”
Neglect Their Souls.
Another trial of this profession is the
fact no one seems to care tor their souls
They feel bitterly about it, though they
laugh. People sometimes laugh the loud
est whenAhey feel the worst. They are
expectedto gather up religious proceedings
and Uy,discuss religious doctrines in the
editorial columns, but who expects them
to !>o saved by the sermons they stenograph
or by tho doctrines they discuss in the edi-
torial columns? The world looks upon
them aa proto tonal. V. ho preaches tore
porters and eu.tors? Some of them came
from religious homes, end when they left
the parental r< if. whoe er regarded or dis
regarded, thej came off with a father’s
benediction and a mother’s prayer. They
never think of those good old times but
tears come into their eyes, and they move
through these great cities homesick. Oh,
if they only knew what a helpful thing it
is for a man to put his weary bead down
•n the bosom ot a sympathetic Christi Ho
knows bow nervous and tired you are. Ho
has a heart large enough to take in all
your interests for this world and the next.
Oh, men of the newspaper press, you some
times get sick of thia world, it seems so
hollow and unsatisfying! If there are any
people in all the earth that need God, you
are the men, and you shall have him if
only this day you implore his mercy.
A man was found at the foot of Canal
street, New York. As they picked him up
from the water and brought him to the
morgue they saw by tho contour of bls
forehead that ho had great mental capacity.
He had entered the newspaper profession.
He had gone down in health. He took to
artificial stimulus. Ho went flown further
and further, until one summer day, hot
and hungry and sick and in despair, bo
flung^himself off the dock. They found in
his pocket a reporter's pad, a lead penoil, a
photograph of some ono who bad loved
him long ago. Death, as sometimes it
wiU, smoothed out all the wrinkles that
had gathered prematurely on his brow,
and as he lay there his face was as fair as
when, seven years before, be left bls coun
try home and they bade him good by for
ever. The world looked through the win
dow of themorguo and said, “It's nothing
but an outcast, ” but God said it was a gi
gantic soul that perished because the
world gave him-no chance.
Fight Corruption.
Let me ask all men connected with the
printing press that they help us more and
more in the effort to make the world bet
ter. I charge you in the name of God, be
fore whom you must account for the tre
mendous influence you hold in this coun
try, to consecrate yourselves to higher en
deavors. You are the men to fight back
this invasion of corrupt literature. Lift
up your right hand and swear new alle
giance to the cause of philanthropy and re
ligion. And when at last, standing on the
plains of judgment, you look out upon
the unnumbered throngs over whom you
have had influence, may it be found that
you were among the mightiest energies
that lifted men upon the exalted pathway
that leads to the renown of heaven. Bet
ter than to have sat in editorial chair,
from which, with the finger of type, you
decided the destinies of empires, but decid
ed them wrong, that you had been some
dungeoned exile, who, by the light of win
dow iron grated, on scraps of a New Tes
tament leaf, picked up from the earth,
spelled out the story of him who taketh
away tho sins of the world. In eternity
Dives is the beggar. Well, my friends, we
will all soon get through writing and
printing and proofreading and publish
ing. What then? Our life is a book. Our
years are the chapters. Our months are
the paragraphs. Our days axe the sen
tences. Our doubts are the interrogation
points. Our imitation of others the quota
tion marks. Our attempts at display a
dash. Death the period. Eternity the per
oration. O God, where will we spend it?
Have you heard the news, more startling
than any found in the journals ot the last
six weeks? It Is the tidings that man is
lost. Havo you heard the news, the glad
dest that was over announced, coming
this day from the throne of God, lightning
couriers leaping from the palace gate?
The news! Thoglorious nows! That there
is pardon for all guilt and comfort for all
trouble. Set it up in “double leaded” col
umns and direct it to tho whole race.
The Angel's Wing.
And now before I close this sermon,
thankfully commemorative of the “Two
Thousandth” publication, I wish more
fully to acknowledge the services rendered
by the secular press in the matter of
evangelization. All the secular newspa
pers of the day—for I am not speaking
this morning of the religious newspapers
•—all the secular newspapers of the day
discuss all the questions of God, eternity
and the dead, and all the questions of the
past, present and future. There is not a
single doctrine of theology but has been
discussed in the last ten years by the secu
lar newspapers of the country; they gather
up all the news of all the earth bearing on
religious subjects, and then they scatter
the news abroad again. The Christian
newspaper will be the right wing of the
Apocalyptic angel. Tho cylinder of the
Christianized printing press will be the
front wheel of the Lord’s chariot. I take
the music of this day, and Ido not mark
it diminuendo—l mark it crescendo. A
Sastor on a Sabbath preaches to a few hun
red or a few thousand people, and on
Monday or during tho week the printing
press will take the same serknon and preach
it to millions of people. God speed the
printing press! God save the printing
press! God Christianize the printing
press!
When I see the printing press standing
with the electric telegraph on the one side
gathering up material and the lightning
express train on the other side waiting for
the tons of folded sheets of newspapers, I
pronounce it the mightiest force in our
civilization. So I oommend yon to pray
for all those who manage the newspapers
of the land, for all typesetters, for all edi
tors, for all publishers, that, sitting or
standing in positions of such great influ
ence, they may give all that influence for
God and the betterment of the human
race. An aged woman making her living
by knitting unwound the yarn from the
ball until she found in the center of the
ball there was an old piece of newspaper.
She opened it and read an advertisement
which announced that she had become
heiress to a largo property and that frag
ment of a newspaper lifted her up from
pauperism to affluence. And 1 do not
know but as the thread of time unrolls
and unwinds a little farther through the
silent yet speaking newspaper may be
found the vast inheritance of the world’s
redemption.
Jesus shall reign where’er the ran
Dpea Ms suconssive journeys ran.
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
TUI suns shall rise and set no more.
Gauging Their Fees.
Dr. A.—Why do you always make such
particular inquiries as to what your pa
tients eat? Does that assist you in your
diagnosis?
Dr. B.—Not that, but it enuMea dm to
ascertain their social position and arrange
my fees accordingly.—Nene Zeit.
The Legal Mind.
A young candidate for the legal profes
sion was asked what he should do when :
first employed to bring an action. “Ask
for more money on account,” was the
prompt reply. He passed.—London Figaro.
■■ l ' MlI
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OU* RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA” AND
“PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as OUR TRADE MARR.
J, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, Massachusetts,
908 the originator qf “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same
that has borne and does now on every
bear the facsimile signature qf wrapper.
This is the original * PITCHER’S CASTORIA. ’ which has been ||
used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the kind you have always bought 071
and has the signature of wrap-
per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex
cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is M
1897. ,
Do Not Be Deceived. 3
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” ’I
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE GF
--vR ■ J
Insist on Having “1
The Kind That Never Failed You.
th* o«rt*u« r, uvmmv avMCT. new »o»r. !
GET YOUR
JOB PRINTING
DONE AT
The Morning Call Office.
a——a—mama—a
■
We have Just supplied our Job Office with a complete line ot Etationerv
kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in tho way oi
LETTER HEADS, BILL HF APH
STATEMENTS, IRCULARS,
ENVELOPES, NOTES
MORTGAGES, PROGRAMS,
• 1
JARDB, I'OBTEIiS
DODGERS, ETC.,
We osrry Lie'joet toe nf FNVEI/'J ES •/« jlytf : this trad*.
An allracdvt POSTER cf asy size can be issued on short notice
Our prices for work of all kinds will compare favorably with those obtained *O9
any office in the state. When you want Job printing duirqi ir 4jte
call Satisfaction guaranteed.
ALL WORK DONE
With Neatness and Dispatch.
aaßMMmiraiMßMUwMaMMaaaaaamaßaMmMUMmaumMuauiun M
Out of town orders will receive
prompt attention.
J. P. & s B. Sawtell.
Ctmt OF EEDBGI* RAILWAt CD.
♦♦ ♦ ♦
Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898.=
-no. ♦ - No. 1Z So. s MiTl
Dally. Daily. Daily. aaarroi. •Daily. Bally. Ry
TsOpm 4Mpm 750 am Lv7. Atlanta.-...Ar TSSpm’ilMam
835 pm *47pm 828 am LvJonesboro..Ar 612 pm 12S>am ’J**®
tUpm t'JOpm 012 am Lv Orian Ar <Upn »s!>an>
81H5 iSE ISS MS
4SB«SR<ISS 'SS
6 00am 6 00pm Ar ....SavaLnah. Uili&im I 600 pm
- - ... ... .... .. tel •_ :; .r
•Daily, texropr Bunday.
Train for Newnan and OsrroUton leavesOrian at am. and 1 jO padally except
Bunday. Uwnifw. arrives in GriAn 820pmandl240pm dally except Bunday. For
fevtbor iurmiaatinri appiy to B
OaJF ***
= J.o?RAh.gGen. PMwtwr Aawrt.aav*nnte.«a>
RrH. HINTON. Tteflte Manager. Savannah-. Ga.