Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, January 21, 1882, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextNUMBER 29. VOLUME VII. 'I gg 1TTT) •==—-— BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, JANUARY 21, 1882. / The Advertiser and Appeal, 18 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. AT HRUNSWICK, - GEORGIA, T. C3r. STACY. Subscription Kates, One copy one year $2 00 One copy »lx months 1 00 Advertisements from responsible parties will be published until ordered out, when thetimo is aot specified, and payment exacted accordingly. Communications for individual benefit, or of # personal character, charged as advertisements. Marriages and obituary notices not exceeding tour lines, sollcted for publication. When ex- reeding that space, cliargod as advertisements. All letters and communications should be ad- dressed to the undersigned. T. G. STACY, Brunswick, Georgia. Mayor erry officers. M. J. Colson. Aldermen- J. J. Spears, J. P. Harvey, F. J. Doer- Hager, S. C. Littlefield, J. M. Couper, J. Wilder, Y. W. Hardy, J. B. Cook. Clerk dt Treasurer—James Houston. Chief Marshal—J. E. Lambright. policemen—D.B. Goodbread, W. H. Rainey, C. B. Moore, C. W. Byrd. Keeper of Guard Home and Clerk of Market—T). A. Port Physician—J. 8. Blain. City Physician—.!. R. Robin*. frzton White Cemetery—C. G. Moore. Sexton Colored Cemetery—Jackio White. Harbor .Vaster—Matthew Shannon. l\rt Wardens—ThosO'Connor,A. E. Wattles, J. M. Dexter. STANDING COMMITTEE* OY COUNCIL. Finance—Wilder, Cook and Spears. Stbkets, Drains A Bridges— Harvey, Hardy and Littlefield. Town commons—Harvey, Hardy and Spears. CiiMBTEMKH—Littlefield, Doc.rdinger and Ilnr-ly. Harbor—Hardy, Cook and Littlefield, I'uhuc BU1LDIN08—Harvey, Jouper and Wilder. It uluoadh—Wilder, Spears and Hardy. Education—Cook, Couper and Wilder. charity-Spears, Harvoy and Cook. File department—Doerflingor, Haruy and 8pcars, Police—Wilder, Cook and Harvey. UNITED STATES OFFICERS. Collector of Customs—Join* T. Collins. Deputy—H.T. Dunn. Collector Iuternal Revenue—D. T. Dunn. Deputy Marshal—T. W. Dexter. Postmaster—Linus North. Commissioner—C. H. Dexter. Skipping Commissioner—(J. J. Hall. SEAPORT LODGE, No. 68, I. 0. 0, P. Meets every Tuesday night at ^ U. PIERCE, V. G.’ IAS. E. LAMBRIGHT, P. fz R. Secretary. BAY STREET, BRUNSWICK, - GA. Convenient to liasiness, the Itiiilroads and the Steamboats. Furniture New, Table Good PROPRIETORS. »«B»1 y Harnett louse, (FORMERLY PLANTERS' HOTEL). Market Square, • • Savannah, Ga. M. L. HARNETT & 00., PHOPR1ETOR8, Rates, - - $2.00 per day. This favorite family Hotel, nndor it* now manage- '"out, 1* recommended for the excellcnco of it* UOI8INE, borne-like comfort., ntOMPT ATTEN. riON AND MODERATE RATES. aprim-lj d. w. h. parsons, PAINTER. HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTING, nEC0R«TlH6,KxLS0MIR|HS.FRESC0ING&6RAINING Promptly executed in the latest style*. ONLY A “GENTLEMAN DEINKER." bt Mia. itnaniTH daixiut. "Only a gentleman drinker," So jovial, so witty, 10 gay, Waa ba who now lies In tho gnttcr, The pitiable aot of today. Once the admired and flattered— Tbe life of the banquet and ball; How but an outcast, foraaken, How shunned and derided by all. Companions who formerly toasted. And often accepted bla treat. Now, as they see btm approaching, Cross hurriedly over tho street. A "gentleman drinker" no longer. How different Indeed la bla lot— Tbe friends who smiled kindly npon him Nov Irown at rbe miserable sot. "Only a gentleman drinker” Remember, ye tipplers, I pray. That tbe gentleman, sooner or later, Mnat certainly forfeit bla away. For the demon, supreme, of the wlno-cnp, Host rule, if encouraged at all, And manhood, despite of resistance, Must yield to tbe tyrant—mnat tall. Thou beware I Oh ye fashionable dilnker, Take warning and atop while you may, For only a "gentleman drinker” Was too staggering sot of to-day. YVliut Shall we do With OurDautfhtcrs i Apropos of Mrs. Livermore’s late lecture on the nbove important quost- tion, the Davonport Democrat thus sensibly makes answer: Bring them up in the way they should go. Give them a good, substantial com mon education. Teach them how to cook a good meal of victuals. Teach them how to wash and iron clothes. Teach them how to darn stockings and sow on buttons. Teach them how to make their own dresses. Toach thorn to make shirts. Teach them to make bread. Tench them all tbe mysteries of the kitchen, the dining room and parlor. Teach them that a dollar is only one hundred cents. Teach them that the more one lives within their income, the more they will save. Teach them that the further one lives beyond their income the nearer they get to the poor house. Teach them to wear calico drossos and do it like a queen. Teach them that a round, rosy romp is worth fifty delicate consumptives. Teach tlmm to wear thick, warm shoes. Teach them to do marketing for the family. Toach them to foot up store bills. Teach them that God made them in His own image, and that no amount of tight lacing will improve the model. Teach them every day bard, practi cal common sense. Teach them self-reliance. Teach them that a good, steady, greasy mechanio, without a cent, is worth a dozen oily patod loafers in broadcloth. Teach them to have nothing to do with intemperate or dissolute young men. Without doubt many peoplo were right glad to see tho end of 1881, and to know that Mother Shipton was a fraud. Let not such persons rejoice too much, for here comes a Hartford man who says that it is a mistake to limit the dame’s prophecy with tho 31st of December, 1881. He holds that the time shoald be computed un der tbe old style, which would extend tho year 1881 to the 24th of March next. So there are some eighty odd days yet in which to fulfill tbe proph ecy. What an uncomfortable bore this Hartford man is, to bo sure—New York Sun. A. B. in a lady’s diploma means “After Bachelors.” Day Board. A well known newspaper man took day board at the Sherman House.— He was at home in the place, and one day sauntered behind the office coun ter into the regions sacred to gentle men who wear diamonds and address Congressmen, Governors, porters, newsboys and other statesmen by their first names, when his eye hap pened to catch sight of his own name on a slip with others over the book keeper’s desk. He would not have given it a second thought had not the letters “D. B.” been attached. He “flew off the handle” in an instant, and demanded an interview with tho proprietor. “Do I owe you anything?” he de manded. "No, sir,” was the reply. “I have paid my bills all right, so far as you know, haven’t L” “Certainly. I have no complaints to make.” “Then why ,do yon permit your clerk to post me over his desk as a •D. B.’V” “I do not—there must be some mistake.” The journalist assured him that there was no mistake, and that he had seen the objectionable and significant letters with his own eyes. Tho moro he thought of it the mndder he got. He would not bo pacified until tho proprietor promised to have tho mat ter investigated and the guilty man punished. It was found that the night clerk had perpetrated tho out rage, and that evening the injured citizen took him to task. “What did you mean by putting ‘D. B.’ after my name?” he asked. “O, go nway,” he replied, thinking bis interlocutor was “chuffing,” as wan his wont. “No, I won’t go away, and I de mand a civil answer to my question ?” The clerk looked up and saw an an gry man in front of him. Then bis countenance was suddenly bisected by u grin and he doubled up like a mnu witii tbe colic. “You took day-board, didn’t you ?” ho inquired, as ho regained bis com posure. “Yes, I did, and I have paid for all tho day-board I havoenjoyed.” “So you have,” was the soothing response, “but just come around bore a minute and I’ll show yon some thing. You see you are iu good com pany. You are an associate of sever al millionaires and railroad magnates. They are each and every one of them designated the same way, ‘D. B.’— That is short for *day-board.’ Regu lar boarders are marked ‘R. B.’ ’’ The journalist spent a week’s sala ry trying to bribe his audience with liquid nourishment to keep still, but like all good things the joke leaked. —Chicago Times. What a Lamp Docs. A kerosine lamp is not a suitable light for a sick room, for it should never be turned low, on account of tbe disagreeable odor which results. A scientific man once said: “There is nothing in the world that will pro duce diptheria sooner than a bad ker osine lamp.’’ Be that os it may if yonr kerosine lamp emits a disagreea ble smell, it shows that something is wrong—tho oil may be of an inferior quality, the burner may be poor, or it is clogged up, or tbe wick needs to be evenly trimmed. The man who is curious to know how the world could get along without him, can find ont by sticking a cam bric needle into a mill-pond, with drawing it and looking at the hole. TWO IiOVEBS WHO LAUGH. A Comedy of Errors In Which a Plot* Una Father U Outwitted. ' The talk of the town is an elope ment that proved to be a "comedy of errors.” A rich old Creole opposed the marriage of his only daughter with a poor artist. One evening there was a carriage drawn cautiously up to tho corner of the grand boulevard Esplan ade. There was an air of mystery in its movements. The driver looked around, and then, apparently from some signal, fixed bis eyes at the win dow of a mansion a very little distance from his halting place. A female form cloaked and veiled, threw open the casement, at the same moment bid ding the driver to advance. He did so, and when tho carriage stood im mediately at the door, beneath the lighted window, a tall and handsome man jumped out of tho vehicle and entered the house. Shortly after this, two cloaked figures passed hurriedly down the steps of the principal en trance and hastily entered the car riage, closed the door and requested the driver to “speed like lightning.” An old gentleman, the proprietor of the mansion and the father of the ar tist’s inamorata, was a spectator of the whole affair, and gliding softly from a private door, mounted the nimble of the carriage and found himself whirled on the road to Milneburg, the lake port of the Mobile packet. The old fellow had canght them.— The lovers were in tbe carriage, but bo was oi\ the box. On rattled the carriage to the steamboat landing.— Down jumped the father and openod the door. What did he see ? Could it be V Yes, it was his own hostler and his daughter’s maid ! Tbe nf- frigbtod servants descended from the carriage, and in an agony which was so exquisitely comic that the disap pointed paterfamilias could not re frain from smiling, fell ou their knees and begged forgiveness. The pre vailing manin for elopement had seized them. Seeing a carriage be fore the door, and being under or ders from the millionaire to watch the artist's movements, they thought to thwart the elopement of their mistress by using tho artist's carriage for their own. Moanwliilo tho artist and the lady were married at the house of a friend.—New Orleans Letter. Two Girl* live Seven Live*. Milwaukee (Win.) Sentinel. Sevou young men who live several miles down the Ottawa River, in Cuu- ada, rocently started to skate to Gati neau Point for the purpose of attend ing a special service, which was be ing held in tbo chnrch at that plnco, for young men. When they arrived opposite Kettle Island, they happened to strike a piece of bod ice, and five of tho party fell through. The other two did the best they could to rescue their comrades, but, after they had got sev eral of them out, the ioe on which they were standing gave way, and they themselves got into the water.— Two Misses O’Neil, daughters of Su perintendent O’Neil, of the Dominion police, witnessed tho accident from their house on Kettle Island, and with groat presenco of mind these two young ladies ran for their father’s boat, which they pushed across the ice until they camo to tbe brokon spot, when thoy launched it and succeeded in rescuing the young men who were in tbo water. Thoy wero not a mo ment too soon, for one of the young men was utterly exhausted, and was taken out of the water senseless. Teacher—“Why is ship feminine ?’’ Pupil—'“Because it takes a man to manage her.!' Polite to Policemen. Talk about bold bank burglaries, said a member of the police force the other morning, the 'slickest steal’ I ever heard of was the robbery of a bank down in Rhode Island six or seven years ago. It was a bitter cold night, and a night patrolman noticed a dim light in the bank window, and going up to the door, rapped: " Is that you, patrolman ?” asked a voice from within. " Yes,” was the reply. “Step in and get a heat,” said the voice from within. The patrolman stepped inside, and encountered a dapper little fellow wearing a green shade oyer his eyes and a pen behind his ear. “You’re working late to night,” said the patrolman. “ Yes,” said the dapper little fellow, “ I’ve been detained to-night straight ening up accounts.” Tbe patrolman warmed himself at the roaring big fire that blazed on the hearth and went out again on his beat. An hour after the patrolman came that way, and still seeing the light through the windotv rapped again. “ Is that you, patrolman ?” “ Yes.” “ Come in and warm yourself.” The patrolman accepted the invita tion. “ It’s a howling cold night,” said the man with a gieen shade over his eyes. “ Yon bet,” said tho patrolman. So he took another heut and returned to his beat He wus rather surprised next day to learn that his fireside companion of the night before bad got away with some $90,000 of the bank's funds.—Cleveland Leader. As a rule, newspapers are wbat Ilieir readers make them. The re sponsibility of tbe subscriber is as great in its way as tlmt of the editor. The surest way of keeping the stand ard of our journalism high, aud of raising them, is for that portion of the public which knows tbe value and necessity of a dignified and able press to withhold its support altogether from newspapers whmh cater to de praved tastes and are reckless of tho truth, and to give it to newspapers which cau be safely taken into tho family, and are not only decent but just.—New York Tribune.. A gentleman was promenading tho street with a bright little boy at his side, wheD the little fellow cried out, “Oh. pa, there goes an editor!” “Hash, hush,” said the father, “don't make sport of tho poor man; you little knows what you may come to yet.” Honey-bees are winged merchants —thoy cell their honey. A.—“ Once I had a dog who conld tell rascals from honest men.” B.— “What became of him?” A.—“He bit mo and I gave him away.” It I. Found at Laat 1 Something New Under the Sun.— A new era is dawning npon woman.— Hitherto she has been called npon to suffer the ills of mankind and her own besides. The frequent and distress ing irregularities peculiar to them have long been to her the “direfnl spring of woes unnumbered.” In the mansion of rich and hovel of poverty alike woman has been the constant yet patient victim of a thousand ills unknown to man—and without a rem edy. “ Oh, Lord, how long ?” in the agony of her sonl hath she cried. But now tbe honr of her redemption Is come. She will suffer no more, for Bradfield’s Female Regulator, “Wo man’s Best Friend,” is for sale by all druggist. Prepared by Dr. J. Bradfield, At lanta, Gu. Price, $1.50 per bottle. decl5-2meow.

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Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, January 21, 1882, Image 1