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THE AMERICUS RECORDER
Established 1879.
THE AMERICUS TIMES
Established 1890.
Consolidated April 1891.
Editors:
thoiias gamble, jr.,
h uANK T. LONG. j
W. L. DUPREE,
Advertising and Subscr:pt:on Manage
J \V. FURLOW,
City Editor. }
OFFICIAL ORGAN:
City of Americas.
Sumter County.
Webster County.
Railroad Commission of Georga For;
Third Congressional District.
C S Coast Southern District of
Georg: a. _____
Vmericns, Ga., 'lay 3, 1911.
♦ THE BAREFOOT BOY. ♦
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(John Greenleaf Whittier.)
Blessings on the little man,
Barefoot boy with cheeks of tan!
With thy turned up pantaloons
And the merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lips, redder still,
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy!
I was once a barefoot boy.
Oh, for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor’s rules.
Knowledge never learned in schools,
Os the wild bee’s morning chase,
Os the wild flower’s time and place,
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cel!.
How the robin feeds her young,
How the oriole's nest is hung.
Where the whitest lilies blow,
AVhere the freshest berries grow;
Where the ground-nut trails its vine,
Where the wood-grape's cluster shine,
Os the black wasp's cunning way,
Masons of his walls of olay.
Oh, for boyhood's time in June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
AVhen all things I heard or saw'
Me, their master, waited for.
I was rich in flowers and trees,
Humming-birds and honey-bees;
For my sport the squirrel played,
Plied the shouted mole his spade.
Laughed the brook for my delight,
Through the day and through the
night.
■Whispering at the garden wall,
Talked with me from fall to fall.
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond.
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine on bending orchard trees,
Apples of Hesperides.
I was monarch; pomp and joy,
Waited on the barefoot boy.
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♦ STAY. ♦
t Leila Mitchell, in the Columbian.) j
May time is play time,
Skies of tender blue,
Cheerful notes from feathered throats
All the woodland through.
Winds blow and stars glow,
Blossoms nod and sway,
Heart o’ mine, the world’s divine,
When it's May—May—May!
May time is joy time,
Streamlets dancing by,
Emerald glades and orchard shades
And mountains green and high.
Waves leap, and caves keep
Shells they toss in play,
Heart o’ mine, what treasure thine?
When it's May—May—May!
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May time is play time,
’Tis the gift of spring;
Here’s a mile that’s worth the while,
Here’s a song to sing.
Flout not, doubt not.
Griefs have gone to stay,
Heart o’ mine, new garlands twine,
When it’s May—May—May!
Sumter crops are promising.
Who’s bidding on peach futures?
Jupiter Pluvius has not forgotten us.
It’s good to watch coni and cotton!
grow.
Soon the Georgia watermelon will
be on tap.
Will the weather yet slip another
one over on us?
If he is wise, Diaz will be armed
with several aeroplanes.
Os course, Mr. Bryan refers to him
self as the “ideal president.”
The troops at the “front” suffer
grievously from tan and sunburn.
The elasticity of Reno divorce laws
is a matter of endless iwonder.
Sumter county is the real land of
peace, prosperity and promise.
The question is whom will Jack
Johnson fight when he gets loose.
The indefatigable red bug balks the
poet in the spring woodland.
The big trouble about winter’s recall
is that it's so uncertain
'Sumter county itself is its own
greatest and best advertisement.
Would-be presidents have the call
over ex-presidents In Mexico.
It’s very seldom that you catch a
pawnbroker when he’s very blue.
Not even Portsmouth has bidden for
a Mexican peace conference.
BE (TING WILSON FOR THE NOM-
I N ATION.
The Eastern papers, especially those
which may he said to appeal to the
old mugwump element of the Repub
lican party and the conservatively
progressive elements of the Demo
cratic party are engaged in an almost
determined effort to focus Democratic j
attention upon Governor Woodrow j
Wilson, of New- Jersey, as the next;
Democratic presidential candidate.
“The figure of Woodrow Wilson,”:
says World's Work for May, “is rapidly
taking on national proportions. His
administration as Governor of New
Jersey is a revelation, in a day of col
orless governors.” This revelation, the
World's Work further says, is "what a
strong man, with an unmistakable 1
commission fgrotn the people, can do
in the way of destroying boss rule and
compelling legislation from a reluctant
legislature.” The notable things that
Gov. Wilson has done are thus enum
erated: “He prevented his party send
ing a rich corruptionist to the United
S'ates Senate; he ordered the State
Chairman of his party to leave his
presence when the Chairman ventured
the insult of accusing him of misusing
the patronage of his office; he forced
through a Democratic House and a Re
publican Senate a direct primary and
election law which will take the or-’
ganization of both parties in New Jer
sey out of the hands of the bosses; he
is giving the state a taste of wise, pa
triotic and practical government; and
he has made himself the man to whom
the Democrats of the progressive type
must turn, if they are to put forward
the fittest candidate for the presidency
next year.
This is editorial comment that ac
! companies a special article in the mag
azine concerning Gov. Wilson and his
administration by William Bayard
Hale. No man in the late years of
American politics has come more
suddenly into national view or made a
stronger impression on the American
public than this erstwhile college pres
ident. His coming into public life ha 3
been unique, but if he lacked experi
ence in what has been called practical
politics, he has given full proof that he
did not lack study and knowledge of
such matters. He ha 3 proved himself
more than a match for the practical
politicians with whom he has had to
cope. He has succeeded in all he ha 3
undertaken, and he has undertaken
things from which most governors
shrink as being no part of their official
duty and unnecessary complicating
their chances in politics. He is r e
ported as having said, “il don’t worry
about theories; it is facts that trouble
me.” The writer of the article in the
World’s Work says of him, “The prime '
thing is that he is real—real all
through, from top to bottom. There is;
| net a sham anywhere in his neighbor-j
hood.”
“The salient fact about Gov. Wil
son,” says the Nashville Banner, “is
that he has come into public life thor
oughly equipped for his duties. He
has studi«*d statecraft from history and
the writings of great publicists while
he has kept in intelligent touch with
modern progress, conditions and nec
essities. He is the antithesis of the
man who has learned politics after the
manner of William Lorimer. He is in|
sympathy with public needs as oppos- j
ed to individuals or corporate greed, as
proved by his forceful opposition to
the plutocratic James Smith, Jr., who
wished to be United States Senator.
He is practical on all lines of thought,
though he is also one of the ripest
scholars in the country. His contact
with the machine politicians in New
Jersey has been to their undoing at
their own game, while he towers so
above them in his general knowledge
of the science of government that th?y
cannot undertake to cope with him on
that ground.
“The thoroughly educated man, free
from any objectionable influences, one
of clear common sense and strong
character, is the ideal man in Amer
ican public life and Woodrow Wilson
approaches that ideal nearer than any
man now prominent In the country’s
politics.”
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♦ THOUGHTS FOR TODAY. ♦
Things and actions are what they
are, and the consequences of them
will be what they will be; why then
should we desire to be deceived.—
Bishop Butler.
When the fight begins within himself,
A man’s worth something.
—Browning.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
—T&nnysop.
Something the heart must have to
cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or per
ish
And in itself to ashes burn.
—Longfellow.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of
Heaven
To serve the Devil in. —Pollock.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
But words are things, and a small
drop of ink.
Falling like de.w upon a thought, pro
duces
That which makes thousands, perhaps
millions, think.
♦ STORIES ♦
- WORTH HEADING. ♦
A Lone Stern Chase.
“Could you do something for a poor
old sailor?” asked the seedy-lookiug
w-anderer at the gate, says the Wash
ington Star.
“Poor old sailor?” echoed the lady
at work at the tub.
“Yes'm, I followed the wotter for
eighteen years."
“Well,” said the woman, after a
critical look, “You certainly don't look
as if you ever caught up with it.”
The Call of the Link*.
Two Scothmen met and exchanged
the small talk appropriate to the hour,
says the Corning Country, As they
were parting to go supperward, Sandy
said to Jack:
“Jock, mon, I 111 go ye a round on the
links in the morrn’.”
“Aye, mon, the morrin’.” said Sandy.
“I'll go ve a round on the links in the ■
morrn’.”
“Aye, weel,” said Jock. “I’ll go ye.
But I had intended to get married in
the morrn’.”
‘•Page’* Was Congressman.
(New Y'ork World.)
Washington, D. C., April 20.—Wil
liam F. Murray, 29 years old, a boyish
looking Democratic member from Mas
sachusetts, was strolling about the
house this morning. Representative
Sttlzer of New Y'ork, mistaking him for
a page, touched him on the shoulder
and said:
“Young man, go and get me a copy
of the report on the farmers’ free list
bill.”
Congressman Murray looked around,
saw whom it was and walked out.
Soon he returned, bringing the report,
and on delivering it to Mr. Sulzer,
said:
“Bill, hereafter it will be ‘Mr. Mur
ray of Masachusetts.’ ”
• A Fine, Honest Boy.
John McEnroe tells of a little color
ed boy on the “Hill,” who took a
pocketbook to the principal of his
school, says the Newark News.
“I found this in the hall, Mr. Chalks”
he said. “It’s got a dollar bill and 15
pennies in it.”
“Leave it there for a few days,” said
the school man.
“But what if nobody belongs to it?
Do I get it for mine?”
i “Y’es.”
The colored boy went away, and in a
few hours a little Italian boy rapped
on the principal’s door.
“I lost my mother’s money,” he said,
sheepishly. “I brung it to school and
now I ain’t got it.”
“Was the money in a purse ”
‘Wes, sir, a leather purse.”
“How much did you have?”
“A dollar and 15 cents.”
"Can you describe the money?”
“They was, now—let me see—they
was a half dollar, and, now, two quar
ters and a dime and a nickel.”
“A pocketbook was found to-day, but
you have not described the money,”
said the principal. “I am inclined to
think you are a little rascal. I believe
that you and the boy who found the
money are working in collusion and
| that he put you up to come here. You
ought to get together better on your
facts.”
The little Italian denied everything
and made his escape. A week Hater
the principal turned the treasure over
to the colored boy, no other claimant
having appeared.
“You are a fine honest boy, Sammy,’’
said Mr. Chalks. “Y’ou will enjoy the
money much more now than if you
had spent it without trying to find the
owner.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the virtuous Sam
uel , modestly.
Next day a truant officer overheard
a conversation between the colored
boy and the little Italian.
“Did you honest find a pocketbook,
Sam?”
“Yes.”
“And you took it to Mr. Chalk?”
“Sure I did,” said the darky. “But I
got the money changed first.”
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♦ THE MODERN SPRIYG. ♦
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(Washington Herald.)
I wandered where the rolled oats grow
■ln proud array.
All crowned with diadems of dew
At break of day.
I strolled to where the cowslips hid
In shy retreat;
I stood in ecstasy amid
The shredded wheat.
I saw the little biplanes out
Upon the wing.
And then I could no longer doubt
That it was spring.
The State Press has never to our
recollection been quite so unanimous
in its endorsement of an act on the
part of any of our previous Executives
as it is in its endorsement of the re
fusal of a pardon to Stripling by
Governor Joseph E. Brown. In this
official act, as in all previous acts of
general interest, Governor Brown has
shown that Brains and not Belly, Reas
on and not Prejudice, control his offic
ial acts. His written opinion in this
last act will be among the classic lit
erature of Georgia and will be as a
beacon to future Governors confronted
with a similar situation.—Fitzgerald
Leader.
Charity organizations uncover a mul
titude of sinners.
Many a wife beater draws the line at
beating a carpet.
THE AMERICUS DAILY TIMES-RECORDER.
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♦ MORNING SMILES. ♦
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Art and Diplomacy.
“Nope,” said the sheriff of Punkin-.
town, “we don’t have no trouble what- j
ever with them barefoot SaJomy danc
ers.”
“Do you invoke the law to make j
them stop?”
“Don’t have to. Before the show
starts I jes' go around and empty a
box of tacks on the stage, an’ they quit j
of their own accord.”
How He Did It.
"Go emulate the busy bee,”
This sag.- advice was given me.
So, just to try to make amends,
I went right out and stung my friends! j
The Way It Blew.
Fiim—l don't see why they should;
make such a fuss over Hyde's southern j
trip. He simply got into an ombar
rassing situation and went away to
wait for things to blow over.
Flam—Yes, and if things had blown
over, he'd be all right; but they didn’t
—they blew up.
He’d Have To.
Flub—One thing I never do and that
is to talk back to my wife.
Dub.—You couldn’t help it if you
had a wife like mine. She’d make a
dumb waiter talk.
Force of Habit.
“Your train is 2:50, Madam.” said
the ticket seller.
“Make it 2:48 and I'll take it,” mur
mured Mrs. Bargainsales, absent
mindedly.
Ambiguous.
Flub—How is your mother-in-law?
Dub—Well, she’s improving, but
very slow.
Flub—l am glad to hear that.
Said the Bad Egg.
“Take it from me,” said the Bad
Egg, “if the good people behaved half
as well as they want to make others
behave, vice would cease to be profit
able as a business.”
Hoping for a Fall.
t “It’s easy to fall in a hobble skirt,”
Cooed the maid with the voice like
a dove;
“And that’s why I’m wearing this one,
you see—
“l'm just dying to fall in love.”
His Mat eh.
“Riohard Mansfield had a ready
tongue,” said an actor in a Broadw'ay
restaurant, “but he often met his match;
“He once hired a comedian who is
now a great success; but the young
man in those days didn’t know his bus
iness. What sublime cheek he had,
though!
“Mansfield, one night in Chicago, af
ter the young fellow bad spoiled his
best scene, said in the most cutting
Mansfield manner:
“‘Mr. Dash, I’m afraid we shall not
be together next season.’
“The other looked surprised and
shocked:
“ ‘Wlhat, are you going to leave us,
Dick?’ he said.”
The Harem Skirt.
Mrs. French Vanderbilt’s tall and
stately beauty was the admiration ot
Palm Beach in the early spring, and
among her intimates her wit caused
almost equal admiration.
The harem skirt, or jupe culotte,
was being discussed one lovely morn
ing by a white-clad party that gaily
followed the Jungle Trail in those
wheel-chairs called afromobiles.
Mrs. French Vanderbilt, reclining in
her wheel-chair, said with a smile:
“I saw a good many jupe culottes on
mannequins in Paris. I don’t like them
To wear them is, to my mind ”
IShe smiled faintly.
“ —To wear them is one—is one of
the breeches of etiquette.”
FRIENDSHIP.
Friendship, Ga., May 2.—The C. G.
A. C. club had a picnic at Kidd’s mill
last (Saturday. Fish were in abundance
ior the crowd. After dinner strawber
ries and cake were served. Later in
the evening delicious candies were al
so served. Among those present were
Mrs. Walter Smith and Mrs. S. W. Fra
zier as chaperons, Misses Gladys
Wright, Eunice and Myrtice Mash
burn, Currie Hagerson, Nannie Buch
anan, Virginia Davis and Venie Fra
zier. Messrs Lester Owens, Eugene
Daniel, Leander Frazier, Brooks Buch
anan, Jesse Lee, Henry Davis, Clarence
Jordan, Tildon Hagerson. 'After the
picnic the C. G. A. C. Club met at Miss
Eunice Mashburn’s. Three new mem
bers, Messrs. lister Owens, Brooks
Buchanan and Tilden Hagerson have
been received recently.
Mr. Lester Owens, of Dranevilie,
attended the club’s picnic and also the
meeting Saturday night
Misses iMittie Lou Carter and Leta
Merritt, of Americus, spent the week
end with MissLols McGarrah.
Mrs. Hattie Everette, of Amerious,
spent the week with her mother, Mrs.
Henry Daniel, here.
Mr. Carey Daniel made a trip to
Americus Saturday.
Mr. S. W. Frazier was in Americus
Saturday on business.
Miss Kathleen McGarrah was in
Americus Friday on a shopping trip.
Mr. and Mr®. Walker Harold attend
ed the picnic at Kidd’s mill Saturday.
Not all women who look in a mirror
arc lost in admiration.
A Box That
Moved of Itself
By GROVER J. GRIFFIN
Copyright by American Press Asso
ciation. 1311.
There's no telling what young peo
ple between childhood and man or wo
man hood will do. There is a case on
record of a girl of thirteen shopping
with her mother who disappeared in
a throng. The police hunted for her
for a long while without getting any
trace of her. The case was given up i
as one of those mysterious disappear- 1
knees that are never solved. But the
girl turned up finally, and what do
you suppose was the cause of her dis
appearance? She had gone off volun
tarily through a whim, or, rather, a j
romantic desire to try the world on !
her own account.
But a stranger case than this came
under my observation. lam a freight
agent on a railroad, and it happened ;
in the freight house in which I am
employed. One afternoon I received
a box about six feet long by two feet :
broad and deep. It weighed, I should
think, about a hundred pounds. It
was marked: “Glass. Handle With
Care. This Side Up.” Near one end
was also written, “If Stood on End
This End Up.”
I received the box on the platform,
and, since I didn’t care to be saddled
with broken property, I laid it care
fully on a truck, wheeled it into the
freight house and, being crowded for
room, stood it on end, being particular
to put the end up as directed. I no
ticed that the top was neither nailed
nor screwed on, and I wondered how
It had been fixed as firmly as it was.
But this was merely a passing thought,
for I didn’t take the interest and had
not the time to investigate the way
lids were fastened, provided they were
secure.
I received the box about 6 in the
evening and after disposing of It and
other freight locked up and went home
to supper. Having some statements
to make up in the evening, I returned
to the freight house, lighted up and
went to work in the little space fenced
off for an office. I was figuring when
I heard a cough outside.
The idea occurred to me that some
one was in the freight house. The
; door being right beside my office, no
one could have entered without my
knowing it; consequently some one
had come In surreptitiously. No one
would be likely to do that except
for the purpose of robbery. All this
; passed through my brain in one-tenth
1 the time It has taken to tell It. The
first thing I did was to open a drawer
in my desk and take out a revolver.
Thus armed, I went out in among the
freight and looked about. I admit I
! dreaded being shot from a dark cor
ner, but for that matter I could have
been shot while sitting at my desk. I
saw nothing, heard nothing, and after
! walking about for awhile I made up
i my mind I had been mistaken. I start
ed to go back to the office and had
reached the door when I heard a gig
gle.
All idea of fear left me at once.
Tossing my revolver on to my desk, I
turned and went back for another
hunt. Passing the box that had been
marked to be carefully handled I no
ticed that instead of the top one of
the sides faced me. I knew very well
that the box could not have moved
Itself and suspected that here was the
solution of the matter. Going up to it
I began to pull it about, when the top
came off and out stepped a girl about
fifteen years old. The most astonish
ing thing about her was that her face
was on a broad grin.
“Well, I’ll be hanged!” I exclaimed.
Her response was a giggle the same
as I had heard shortly before.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“A runaway.”
“From where?”
“From home.”
“What did you run away for?"
“Oh, It’s an elopement.”
“Rats! You’re nothing but a child.
Where’s the young feller In the case?”
“Hiding behind the boxes. I let him
in at the window while you were
gone.”
I hastily examined the lid of the box
and found it had been held in place
by clamps on the Inside that could be
easily tnrned. Then I called to the
young fellow to come out of hiding.
I heard him climbing over the boxes
from the back part of the house and
presently he came down into the dim
light. He wasn’t much older than the
girl.
“Now, you children tell me all about
this escapade at once,” I said.
The girl made the explanation. She
told me that she loved “Willie," as she
called hiip, and that she knew her par
ents would not consent to a marriage
aince they were so young, so they
thought that they would elope. Willie
had proposed the plan they had adopt
ed. He had made the box, put her in
it and shipped her as freight to my
station, where he proposed to Join her.
“And now,” she added, “won’t you
Just go like a dear, good man for a
clergyman? We love each other and
would like to be married at once. Con
sider my reputation.”
“You little chit!” I replied, astounded
at her Impudence. “Do you suppose
Tm going to aid in the marriage of
two children just out of the nursery.
You come into my office and stay there
till I telegraph yqpr parents.”
The girl, who had taken the lead
from the first, begged hard to induce
me to let them go their way, but I waa
obdurate.
I locked them in the office and went
out to send a telegram. When I re
turned they had got out, but how I
don’t know. I never heard of them
afterward.
The Georgia farmer ought to be sat
isfied with nothing less than raising
everything that man and beast on his
farm consume as food. Os course, such
incidentals as coffee, sugar, tea, salt,
pepper, etc., must be excepted, but it
is easily possible to raise on Georgia
farms practically every other edible
thing which goes on the dinner table
and into the bant, and it is a shame io
do less than it is possible to do with
so great an opportunity.—Albany Her
ald.
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