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BY E. L. RAINEY.
CLEM E.—E;Tfizv, Business Manager.
ERLE COCKE, Local Editor.
DAW:;_;;’, GA., JUNE 19, 1917.
Cotton is king, but powder seems to be
giving him a race for the title.
It seems that the east and west needed a
little poking up about the liberty loan busi
ness, too.
What has become of the merchant who
used to stick a potato on the spout of his
customer’s oil can?
. Can anybody name an investment that
will appeal with more favor to a patriotic
man than the purchase of a liberty bond?
If so, name it.
“Passenger depots are slow comers,” re
marks the Albany Herald. But did our
neighbor ever know anything quite as slow
as a government building?
President Wilson’s address on Flag Day
was a clear cut and foreible presentation of
the United States’ complaint against Ger
many. Fvery true American welcomes the
sentiment expressed by the president.
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When the Americans left Constantinople
necessaries of life were still obtainable, but
the prices charged for them were exceed
ingly high, which is not radically different
from the situation found by the travelersl
when they reached their own country. |
OUR BIRDS.
Do you know that there are about five
birds to every human being in the United
States? At least, that is what the govern
ment asserts. The gigantic task of count
ing’ the number of birds in its borders
was carried on by lovers of the feather
ed tribe all over the country, and it revealed
the fact that there were 250,000,000 pairs
of birds, or about a pair to the acre.
Each bird counted was responsible for an
area of land not less than 40 acres and not
more than 80 acres in extent, and the cen
sus only included the birds nesting in that
area.
In giving out the exact number of birds
the government failed to take the public in
to its confidence as to how it was ascertain
ed. It was certainly marvelous work.
THE NEGRO AND NEW SERVICE..
At present there are but three officers of
the negro race in the regular army of the
United States, one of whom is a lieutenant
colonel (his name is Strong), and he was
‘with Pershing in Mexico. It is evident, how
aver, that the plans of the new and larger
army we are to have contemplate a share
of the negro race. Negroes within the des
ignated ages of 21 to 31 were registered
Tuesday for the selective draft the same as
‘whites. |
Added to this is the evidence found in}l
press dispatches that a large number of col
ored men are to be trained for commission-“
ed officers (presumably as first and second‘
lieutenants) for service with the colored
troops that will be enrolled as a part of thel
greater regular army of the future. The
training camp for the negro officers will be]
open to negro men between the ages of
21 and 40 who are educated, strong phy
sically and of good moral character. This
is an opportunity that will be appreciated,
no doubt, by those who are affected, and
let us hope that they will make good and
do their race credit. '
~ The two negro regiments now in the regu
lar army (the Ninth and Tenth) have white
men as commissioned officers, and nearly
all of them Southern white men at that.
These two regiments have been in the ser
vic half a century, and each has a record
for efficient service. It was the Tenth cav
alry, so old Joe Wheeler declared, who sav
ed Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders at
San Juan Hill in Cuba, and these same ne
gro regiments fought bravely under Fun
ston and Pershing in the Philippines.
THE OUTGO OF GOLD.
‘There is nothing surprising about the an
nouncement that the influx of gold to the
United States has ceased, and that the nor
mal trend is now toward moderate outgo.
When the United States entered the war it
had accumulated gold to the amount of
$3,721,000,000, the largest store of gold
ever accumulated by any country, compris
ing one-third of the world’s supply. The
American gold hoard had been swelled dur
ing the war by payments for goods shipped
to the allied countries; bills must be paid
largely in cash owing to war’s interference
with European production. Just as soon as
the United States cast its fortunes with the
allies and decided to extend virtually un
limited credit to their purchasers the force
inducing the inflow of gold lost its power.
Gold is now going to Japan, and there may
be small shipments in other directions. It
18 announced that it will be the policy of
the government, for the present at least,
to keep the greater part of present gold
holdings in this country. Conservative fi
naneial circles are relieved rather than
alarmed by the change in the gold situation.
Continuous piling up of gold meant con
stant temptation to inflation. As a matter
of sound international finance it is not sal
utary that one country should hold more
than a reasonable share of the world’s sup
~ Ply of gold,
TOO MUCH PESSIMISM.
The administration and congress both ap
pear to want to make the war as unpopular
as possible. The administration seizes every
opportunity to tell the people about the sac
rifices they must make, and the suffering
they must undergo. Congress insists that
every measure it considers should at once
be made as drastic as though the war were
in its critical stage, and answers criticism
with “the worst is yet to come.” As a con
temporary wsll says:
“So far the only effect of all these
dismal forebodings is to create in the
public mind grave doubt of the ability
of the administration, cabinet members
and congress successfully to grapple
with the menacing conditions which they
describe. Everything smacks too much
of pessimism, savors too much of little
ness. There is no opportunity for op
timism, nothing to cheer. There is not
even that confidence, expressed or im
plied, of ultimate success because of
the justness of the cause. How do they
expect the people of this country to
take hold of this war as they should, j
if only the dark side is presented to
them? It’s about time somebody at |
Washington painted wartime conditions |
in different colors.” ; :
What purpose wiil constant picturing of
the dark side serve? Has the time come
when pessimism is to be preferred to opti
mism? Is there no silver lining to all these
clouds? Is there not one erumb of cemfort
fcr the people?
’ WHAT WAR BRINGS.
- We have all read about that stern father
fof ancient Sparta, who gave his son to the
‘ judgment of law, knowing that death might
‘be the penalty. We cannot make oath that
the example of that father ever won our
‘admiration. Patriotism, loyalty to one’s
country, is a most commendable virtue, but
it is not pleasant to read of an episode like
this found in a recent issue of a daily paper:
Cedar Rapids, lowa, June 3.—The
son of a railroad official, whose name
has not yet been made public, caused
his own father’s arrest on the charge of
~ treasonable utterances. The son advis
- ed federal authorities that his father
had in his possession a large amount of
~ anti-draft literature. The house was
raided and the names of a number of
other anti-draft conspirators secured.
Five arrests were made.
We do not care to comment on this. It
will doubtless be accepted as one of the
many developments of war. And if war was
hell in the time of old Tecumseh Sherman
(and that is what he said of it) it is probably
worse, more hellish than hell, now.
Cut out extravagance, steer clear of
wastefulness, keep within your means, but
don’t let anyone persuade you that we, as
a people, need to be afraid to do in the way
of business or daily living just what
we would do if no war was on hand. Sup
pose that everybody starts to stinting and
unnecessary self-denial because of the war.
What would become of business and indus
try and enterprise? We can live as well now,
undertake as much as we could before war
was declared. There will be more money in
circulation in Georgia this year, circulating |
among' all classes of people, than in any
vear of the past. What we most need now
is confidence, courage and cheerfulness. We‘|
can live and do business as we always did.
The administration’s food survey bill ap
propriates fourteen million four hundred
thousand dollars, available at once, for get
ting facts as to food supplies, and it enables’
the government to go into the storage con
cerns and find out who is hoarding and whol
is speculating.” Unele Sam needs that kindl
of search warrant. Let us hope it will not;
result as the usual government investiga- |
tion—the expenditure of great wads of
money without accomplishing beneficial re
sults. 1
An elaborate program of entertainment,
for the Ameriean party in London was drop
ped in response to a request from General
Pershing that ‘“‘there be a minimum of any
thing in the nature of a reeeption of a so
cial character.” In view of the fact that
the Americans have crossed the Atlantic to
fight, General Pershing may be credited
with having tapped the right nail squarely
on the head.
Few are the persons who have not yeal'n-l
ed for ownership of United States govern
ment bonds. The desire to clip coupons is
well nigh universal, but seldom has anyone
except the rich had opportunity to satisfy
it. Now the hour has struck when the clerk,
the artisan, the mechanic, the laborer may
acquire government bonds, and, eventually,
enjoy the capitalist’s privilege of cashing in
on them. .
Many men, too many, in this country sing
a “hymn of hate” after the manner of thel
verse we print on this page today. It is
easy to locate that type of man. Everybody
knows them. They stand around and cuss
'and egg on the boys who are willing to o
end fight, but they never go themselves—
not they. Every war develops such men;%
and how easily they could be spared. 1
It is claimed that there are more than a
million acres of lettuce in the United States.
While we don’t believe it, it is very pleas
rant to contemplate. Think of every person
in this country being turned loose to graze
on 2 pasture twenty feet square. To say
the least, it would reduce living expenses.
T ey
The man who has registered and who
doesn’t just exactly like the idea of taking
what may be handed to him can still exer
cise a limited degree of discretion by visit
ing the recruiting office and making a volun
tary enlistment before the final selective
drawing.
[ A contemporary points out that after all
lOf the bunk T. R. has given to the public
'about what he and his sons and son-in-law
| would do in case of war none of the out
! fit have offered their services to the country
except as officers, while the sons of William
| H. Taft have enlisted as privates,
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i Be reassured. No matter what article
of food you may be deprived of the labora-
I tory sharps will prove to you that it con
' tained far fewer bone and muscle building
elements to the pound than something else
that is still available,
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The diligent censor is adding to life’s lit
tle laughs. For instance, we were informed
that General Pershing had landed at an un
named British port, and that he was wel
comed by the lord mayor of Liverpool.
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Either you registered or didn't register.
If you didn’t register and are of the right
age they’ll register you anyhow. Being reg
istered, either you'll be drafted or you will
not be drafted. And so on. |
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It ought not to be overlooked, either, that
some of our most heroic material is mar
ried. Think of the ones who married for |
money. ‘
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Several hundred Texans, to show a spirit%
of economy and patriotism, have agreed to
go barefooted this summer, as they usua]lyi
do.
The presumption is that nobody who can
drink it or let it alone will be willing to
pay $l5 a gallon for it.
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Uncle Sam is going to spend $100,000,-
000 for horses. It’s a sure thing, too, and
not an ordinary tip.
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Terrell county hams are still supplying
the tables of town folks. A great and grand
county is this.
A SONG OF HATE.
Now wealthy John P. Stubblefield
Has neither kith nor kin,
But he often speaks about the blood
We’ll pay the Germans in.
Then up goes John P. Stubblefield
To the court house on the hill
To kick about his taxes
While your son goes to drill.
And John P. stands where he ecan see,
And hollers: “Give ’em hell for me!’
Now this same John P. Stubblefield
Was young in Ninety-eight,
And hated Spain and Spaniards
With a very savage hate.
Yes, this same John P. Stubblefield
With wrath was 'most insane,
So some of us went marching off
To help avenge the Maine.
And John P. stood where he could see.
And hollered: “Give ’em hell for me!
Well, this same John P. Stubblefield,
He started up a store,
And he was getting good and rich
When we came back from war.
And some of us were broke and sick,
And all were mighty slim,
But John P. Stubblefield was glad ’
We gave ’em hell for him.
And my old man, he said to me,
“He’s like his Pa in Sixty-three!”
Now that’s been nineteen years ago,
And John P.’s rich as mud,
But somehow he can’t get away
From that strange lust for blood.
He hated Mexicans awhile,
And yelled when Company B
Went hiking off to Mexico:
“Boys, give ’em hell for me!”
And John P. bid on army shoes
As soon as he received the news!
So this same John P. Stubblefield
Is hating of the Huns;
He says he’s sorry he can’t send
A half dozen sons.
Then up goes John P. Stubblefield
To the court house on the hill
To roar about taxation
As your boy goes to drill.
He raves about the horried Hun,
While your son lugs a nine-pound gun'
Yes, this same John P. Stubblefield
Makes speeches by the yvard;
He eriticises congressinen,
And criticises hard.
He wears a flag upon his coat—
There’s flags around his store;
He’s raised the price of woolen yarn
Because of this here war.
My wife is knitting sox these days—
That’s how I know about that raise,
When some one said we all should save
Who was the first to send
A letter to the papers
Advising folks to spend?
“For saving would hurt business—
In saving panic lurks”—
Why, this same John P. Stubblefield—
~ Then he laid off fifty clerks
| And fifty teamsters at a clip,
| While your son studies marksmanship!
Yes, this same John P. Stubblefield,
| He burns with righteous rage.
He storms about the income tax
_And cuts his chauffeur’s wage.
}He fought against preparedness—
Now he warns of army graft .
And tells the war department
To hurry up the draft.
Well, my old man once said to me:
“He’s like his Pa in Sixty-three!"
It’s this same John P. Stubblefield,
With neither chick nor child.
Who hates the Germans with a hate
That’s very hot and wild.
Of course, I hate the Germans, too,
For that is only fair—
But I do not hate them half as much
As I hate John P. there,
Now Lord forgive such thoughts. I pray
Did your boy go to camp today?
Then up goes John P. Stubblefield
To the court house on the hill
To kick about his taxes
While your son goes to drill.
And when the transport’s loaded,
And its nose swings to the sea,
With Sons of Men along the decks,
I know where John will be.
John P. will stand where he can see
And holler: “Give ’em hell for me!”
—David Runyon in New York Aemrican.
THE DAWSON NEWS.
From the Industrial Index.
From a modest beginning, catering to
only a limited local territory, The Dawson
News has built up one of the most extensive
printing. establishments in this section of
the South, with a patronage by no means
confined to Georgia.
Just as The Dawson News has long been
recognized as one of the best weekly news
papers in the entire South, with a typo
graphical style and finish that would be a
credit to any metropolitan daily, so has its
printing and service department, now wide
ly known as ‘“The Rainey Press,” achieved
a thoroughly deserved reputation for quali
ty printing. The Rainey Press turns out
warehouse, bank and general commercial
printing of distinctive and notable quality,
and manufactures loose leaf systems, forms,
ete. :
Mr. Rainey was asked for a statement as
to how his enterprise, beginning pretty
much the same as the printing department
of the average weekly newspaper, had been
developed in such conspicuously successful
manner. His explanation is interesting.
“Established in 1883, having the usual
one-horse equipment found at that date in
all the country printshops, we have steadily
grown in size and the art of better print
ing. We are frank to say that our business
has been built by quality and not much so
liciting. By strict attention to- business, mak
ing every job a personal one, we have put
ourselves before the people. None but ex
pert workmen find jobs in our shop. Noth
ing but the best material is used in our
product.”
Frank Schutter, of Des Moines,; la., is
known as America’s onion king. He made
his fortune by growing onions on a small
tract of land. Schutter, who is the son of
the founder of the great onion-growing
colony of the Mississippi valley, began grow
ing onions when a small boy. To-day, if
he chooses, he can sell out his holdings and
retire to a comfortable life on a fortune
built up on onions.
Two years ago Schutter cleared $6,205.20
on his 16-acre tract of ground, the richness
and producing qualities of which warrant
its being valued at more than $l,OOO an
acre. During an average season Schutter
has made at least $2,500 for his summer’s
work despite the fact that until recently
his entire crop was disposed of at prices
placed at ridiculously low figures by whole
sale houses, ranging anywhere from 25 to
38 cents a bushel. Due to a co-operative
system of marketing the entire crop of the
community fostered by Schutter the price
of onions has been raised to a level which
makes the business of growing the nation’s
finest onions extremely profitable. The
onion growers now sell their products aft
from 50 cents to $1 a bhushel! on a market
which cannot get enough to supply the
world’s rapidly growing demand. The larg
est onion crop harvested by Schutter was
in 1899, when 14 acres vielded 10,560
bushels.
By James Hamilton Byrd.
The Alaskan Indian tribes have various
methods of “burying” their dead. In some
of the tribes there is no fixed custom, the
most handy way being employed in indi
vidual cases. What strikes the traveler at
first glance as strange is that the dead man’s
last habitation is always above ground. This
is explained, however, on a moment’s re
flection by reason of the fact that it is prac
tically impossible to actually bury a body.
The ground is never thawed more than a
few inches and to dig a regulation grave,
with the crude native implement, would
be next to an impossibility. About all that
the natives attempt is to provide the bodies
of their dead against the attacks of ma
rauding animals by placing them on elevat:
ed platforms, but even this is not always
possible in Far Northern Alaska owing to
the absence of sizable timbers. Graves are
often found flat on the ground, the body
covered with the skin of a deer or of some
sea animal, held down by stones.
The various personal belongings of the
deceased Indian are usually found at his
side—his spear, bows and arrows, knives
and clothing, and these are safe from hu
man molestation, for no Alaskan Indian will
touch anything which belonged to a dead
Indian for fear the ghost of the dead man
will haunt him.
SUGGESTS A HALF HOLIDAY
THURSDAY OF EVERY WEEK
Editor of The Dawson News: Why can
not Dawson fall in line with other cities and
towns by closing places of business at ona
o’clock on Thursdays for 2 half holiday?
This would give much needed recreation this
hot weather to those who have to spend so
much time within brick wails, and when
once understood would cause no inconven
ience to shoppers. Our neighbor, Albany,
and many other busy centers think it worth
while to take this time off and certainly Daw
son would be all the hetter for adopting the
custom. All reasonable people would en
dorse the movement, so iet somehody take
the lead in the matter at once. SHOPPER.
AND THERE’S STILL TIME.
From the Pelham Journal.
The Dawson News appropriately calls at
tention to the fact that for those who pre
fer to decide for themselves where they will
serve there is still time to transact business
with the recruiting officer.
YOU’RE CORRECT.
From the Dalton Citizen.
If there is any farmer in Georgia
who does not know just how to run his
farm it is not because he has not been
given enough advice.—Dawson News.
Perhaps the farmer needs less advice and
more information.
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
From the Savannah Press.
A Dawson negro in jail and under sen
tence of death was the first man in Terrell
county to register for service in the army.
He says he would like very much to go to
France.
REFINEMENT’S HALLMARK.
From the St. Paul Pioneer Press.
Gentle speech is the accompaniment of
true womanhood; and a soft, well modulated
‘voice is everywhere a mark of culture and
refinement.
High Class Printing
By The Rainey Press.
Onion King.
Alaskan Graves.
| A Stallfed Rebellion. |
From the Macon News.
The rambunctious law-breakers tempora
rily interned in the Joliet boobyhatch be
came obstreperous, it seems, because the
warden interferred with their billets doux
and restricted the visits of their lady friends.
So even as Helen’s was
“The face that launched a thousand ships,
And burned the topless towers of Ilion,”
likewise . the Argive beauties of America,
ranging in age from fourteen to whatever
is the feminine statute of limitation, arous
ed these impressionable wards of the state
to such a pitch that they launched a revolt
and burned the towerless tops of of the
paint shop and the chapel.
The national guard, after a struggle of
more than six hours, managed to impound
the rebels without killing but one of them,
but in the meantime the warden of Joliet,
has his own opinion of these needless chains
of letters which brought about the whole
trouble.
It seems to be another case of the abuse
of a good thing. Of course it must be
rather tedious to cobble away day after day
in the narrow area of Joliet without being
able to break the monotony with a call at
the movies or a restful evening with May
Manton’s Magazine or Good Housekeeping.
So it was with the best intentions that
a few zealous women started that endless
chain, appealing to their sisters and their
cousins and their aunts to write letters to
the lonely prisoners.
They wrote—verily they wrote! By the
time that endless chain had reeled off a
few links the mash notes and the provender
sent into Joliet reached colossal propor
tions. Every prisoner had letters to the ex
tent of about twelve baskets a day avoirdu
pois, and enough bric-a-brac to restock Mr.
Powers’ justly celebrated Curiosity Shop.
The warden darkly hints that some of
these letters put evil notions in the heads
of these wards of the state, who assembled
at night to exchange speculations as to the
personal pulchritude and moral inclinations
of their correspondents. One of the most
importunate of these fair comforters, aged
66, came in person to Joliet and wired her
vrotege at every station en route.
The warden decided that this situation
had become intolerable, and when he re
stricted the mail and the visits rebellion
lifted its angry hand, and reached a climax
in the grave disorders set forth.
To be in prison and to be visited not is,
let it be repeated, a real hardship, but after
the outbreak at Joliet steps will be taken
to discourage the maudlin sentimentality
which spilled the beans when there was an,
opportunity for good work.
The tendency on the part of a large class
of women to idealize some criminal, who
differs from his fellows only by the greater
enormity of his crime, has been illustrated
ad nauseum. Illinois, in the long ago, gave
us one of the most noteworthy instances
when pretty Nina van Zandt wept columns
in the American newspapers and finally mar
ried August Spies, under sentence of death,
in common with the other Haymarket an
archists, for dynamiting the Chicago police
force.
But Nina was not the first nor the last,
as the avalanche of love letters and the tons
of bon-bons sent to Joliet show.
The generous impulse which lay behind
the original movement was worthy of warm
commendation, but glorification of crime is
rather misplaced when it culminates in a
riot and the burning of the paint shop and
the chapel.
SOMETHING TO SHUDPDER OVER.
From the Albany Herald.
The Dawson News shudders to think what
would happen if the ghastly secrets of the
waste basket which fills to overflowing each
day as it waits under the editor’s desk were
made public:
“If the local newspaper should some
day print the contents of the waste
basket there would certainly be a 2 riot
in homes of most of its readers. There
would be arrests in many directions,
shotguns 'in others, and trouble all
around. But the patron never sees the
waste basket; he only glances at the
printed pages, and growls if there is
one letter up-side down, or one name
happens to be wrong; growls because
the editor did not take his advice about
things, and he is generally disgruntled.
He knows his share of the waste bask
et, but if he could see the contribu
tions to that receptacle he would be
thankful for the existence of a man who
does not print all he knows, and tem
pers that which he does print.”
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