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THE TRIBUNE-NEWS
Published Kver.y Thursday Afternoon, at 14 East Main
Street, t v the. " ibune Publishing Comp ly knc
MILTON L FL’ ETWO,QD President and Editor
Uncle Sam.
(3v Frederic J. Haskin)
You are all familiar with the representa
tion of your government which is shown in
th e stalwart figure of Uncle Sam.
He is the most powerful thing on earth —
and all the power he has is yours.
He represents more might and majesty
than all the kingdoms of history—and all this
might and majesty is yours.
He is the boss of the biggest business in
the world—and it is your business.
He reads the shifting winds and forecasts
the weather.
He marks the ocean lanes to make safe the
way of the mariner.
He speeds the sure, swift flight of the two
cent letter.
He smites the rock and the dead waste of
the dseert teems with life.
He i Ine conqueror of disease.
fie is the father of invention.
He measures the heat of the stars.
He : rkes the money.
He regulates the time.
K e hxes the standards of linear measure.
He is the great record-keeper and the
w or Id’s master bu ilder.
He is teacher and lawgiver and judge.
He does a thousand things in a thousand
ways—and he does them all for you.
H e served your father and your father’s
father, and he will continue to serve you and
your children ana your children’s children.
He is the champion of liberty.
lie is your Uncle Sam.
Hundreds of Millions Tvloved.
Says the Columbus Enquirer-Sun: “The
Columbia (S. C.) Record speaks of the mov
ing the other day of 202 millions of dollars
through the streets of New York. Under
guard of machine guns this gigantic sum was
transpoted on only fourteen trucks, says the
Record. Th e transfer took place when a hold
up would be most difficult—in rush hours
when the streets were packed with traffic.
The Record continues:
“The 202 million dollars were in the form
of negotiable securities. Multiply the value
by 45 and we’d have all the monetary gold in
the world 1 . In a rough way this gives the av
erage person a concrete idea of the more or
less tangible goal toward which he is subcon
ciously working.
“The guard of machine guns was for the
protection of this money, not from wild beasts,
not from savages, not from anything save civ
ilized man. The which shows that the only
real fear men have is of men—and for the
most part, civilized man, who lives in a coun
try where churches rear their tall spires into
the skies and schools are found on almost ev
ery side. Men are afraid of men.
“When we are ready to retire for the
night, or when we leave our homes or our
places of business, we close our doors and
lock them; we fasten the windows, and un
dertake to make the place secure against the
intrusion of man. We do not fear anything
will disturb us in our slumbers or will break
through and steal that which we have while
we are away save man, and civilized man at
that.
“And yet we boast of our civilization; that
we have made great progress since the time
when “might made right,” when the strong
man took from th e weak because the weak
was powerless to prevent it. We boast of this
civilization of ours when we have to guard
heavily money that is transpoted through the
streets of on e of the greatest cities of the
world; we boast of our civilization when we
1 have to lock and bolt our homes when we re
l tire to rest or leave them for a short while; we
boast of our civilization when we must have
guards about th e cities day and night to pre
vent men from doing things they should not d 0
“We boast of our progress, but in reality,
how much progress have we made?’’
The Old-Time Faith.
“I still believe in the religion of our Lord
and Master.”
Standing by the tomb that enveloped all
that is mortal of his late friend and chum,
Warren G. Harding, a great man of science,
who has, by co-ordinating the resources of na
ture, accomplished the most marvelous feats
of inventive development known to the genius
of man, thus expressed his confidence in the
faith that has sustained the world—
An eternal cleavage to the Rock of Ages
that has stood out through time as the beacon
to th e drifters in the sea of life, and the Gi
braltar to the weak.
What a beautiful thought it is that Thos.
A. Edison, the miracle man, weighted with
years, but alert in mind and spirit and accom
plishment, seeking the truth as to the future
life, and a student of the mysteries of immor
tality, should so feel the saving grace of reli
gion of our mothers—the old-time tie that
“binds our hearts in Christian love ’ —that he
should defy the trend of modern scientific
thought, and hold high the cross of Jesus
Christ as the only guide to eternal bliss!
And how refreshing it is that on e whois so
endowed with knowledge, and who has
searched so earnestly and long and untiringly
for the light of the hereafter, quickened by
an intimate acquaintance with every resource
of nature at the command of men, should
come to that inimitable conclusion that the
salvation of the world is the “religion of our
Lord and Master!”
What a triumph for the simple faith that
brought the child to the mother-knee with the
first parting of the little lips to invoke, “if 1
should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my
soul to take!”
And what a rebuke for the theorists and
the “ismists” who have by their “deductions
of science” aroused skepticisms, and thus bro
ken the foundations upon which the only real
happiness of life, and the only hope of eternal
light, have been based!
“The religion of our Lord and Master”—
the religion of love and of the Golden Rule
which was the Master’s text upon the mount—
this is the faith of Thomas A. Edison, the
greatest of all scientists.
And it is the inspiration of the world to
day, and will be throughout all time. —Sun-
day’s Constitution.
A Merchant’s Prayer.
A morcham friend of our claims to Have uttered
the following prayer, and asks that it be published
“O Lord, thou knowest my trials and trib
ulations. Many times 1 think mv burdens are
greater than I can bear. Sometimes, O Lord
1 almost lose faith in my fellowman, my coun
ts '. and my God. Forgive me for my weak
ness of faith and spirit.
But O Lord, 1 come to you tonight at the
end of a hard day’s work in my store, in the
interest of my customers. I cannot, for the
life of me, see how they can make the grade
on that last and awful day, I know, and Thou
knowest, that some of them are the biggest
gang of liars unhung. They lie to me about
payments; they lie to me about their crops;
they lie to me about prices, and they lie to m e
about their business.
“Lord, lam fond of them in a way. They
have lied to me so many times, and skinned
me so many times, the sensation is actually be
coming pleasant. 1 honestly believe that I
could not: rest well at night were I not lied to,
cursed, and skinned during the day. I be
scec h Thee to take firm hold on me and pre
v< 1 1 my becoming a hardened criminal. I
hav e a ociated so long with liars, lying, and
y - 1 actually catch my If doing these
• y ,
4 My wife first noticed this tendency in me
to lie. She says lam not the man she married.
I pray Thee, O Lord, with Thy great power, to
knock this lying and skinning disposition out
of me, in order that I may become the inno
cent ana trusting soul 1 was when she first
roped and hog-tied me against my will.
“Lord, You know and I know, that lam
not entirely to blame for this moral condition.
I have associated so long with a gang of lying
and skinning customers my soul has ceased to
revc.i against these practices.
4 Lord, 1 want You to specially, remember
the fellow who comes into my store and buys
my grub, promising to pay me on Saturday
evening, knowing full well I shall never see
him again. Have mercy on the fellow who
comes into my store swearing he is the best
friend 1 have on earth; that he is drumming
trade for me all over the face of the globe, and
buys my goods, and walks away to parts un
known. Remember the fellow who comes into
my store with tears in his eyes, telling me his
wife and babies are starving for want of my
grub, enlists my sympathy by bragging on my
kind-heartedness, gets my goods, and when
pay-day comes, blows in his kale on his favor
ite bootlegger, leaving me to gaze on another
monument on my ledger. Lord, be especially
merciful to the farmer who comes into my
store, bragging on his crop, telling me he has
tire finest prospects he ever had in his life,
when he knows good and well the boll weevil,
the bean beetle, and the army worm have
cleaned up everything on his place.
“Lord, the different varieties of liars and
skinners who come into my store are too nu
merous to mention. Thou knowest them by
name, number, and grade, and l ask you to
remember them individually and collectively.
“1 want you also, O Lord, to remember the
drummer who comes into my store with a
smile on his face a yard wide, lying about ev
erything above the earth, on the earth, and
beneath the earth. Thou knowest 1 bear no
ill will toward the drummers. They have lied
to me and skinned me so much, 1 expect noth
ing else when I see one of them. 1 have ab
solute confidence in Your power, but 1 want
to say now that You will have a tough job
with these birds.
“Lord, 1 know that heaven is not fitted up
with liars. It will be heaven enough to me
to escape this gang of my lying friends with
out any of the other trimminigs You may have
to offer. But if You can purge their lying
souls and whip them into condition where
they will welcome the truth back into their
consciences, like long-lost brothers, I would
be glad to meet them over there, take each
one of them by the hand and say, ‘Thank God,
there will be no more lying and skinning as
long as eternity lasts. 4
“Finally, O Lord, I want to say that if your
books are in the same shape that mine are,
they are in an awful fix. Please forgive me
for the things I say when I look thru mine;
and remember them no more against me.
Amen.”
The Newspaper Man.
(By FLORENCE RIDDICK BOYS)
Others may loiter and squander away
A generous slice of each God-given day,
I ul luxurious leisures no part of the plan
Of that hustler de luxe —the newspaper man.
He keeps tab on the pulse, feels the heart-throb on earth.
No symptom escapes him—how trilling Its worth.
Does the stork call next door, or quake shake Milan?
’Tis instantly known to the newspaper man.
Though a creature of rapid, übiquitous brain,
His heart beats quite normal with pleasure or pain,
As our triumphs or failure he daily must scan —
The human and brotherly newspaper man.
From antediluvian ages, and aft.
There ne'er was vocation, or job, or craft.
Which could hold a candle in scope or span
To the trade which is plied By the newspaper man.
With one hand he pushes a pencil which thrills.
With the other he pays the numerous hills.
'Twas ever thus, since the press began—
That practical plodder—the newspaper man! •
The “sanctum sanctorium* 's a rank misnomer
For him who must quote stock markets or Homer,
Be cultured scholar or one of the clan.
Your friend and neighbor—the newspaper man.
An air-ship, "Ship of State" —it's the same —
Or the “easy chair"—euphonious name—
Or the "seats of the mighty." or flivver sedan;
They're all in the life of the newspaper man.
Not merely reporter of notes and news.
But shaper of policies, molder of views.
What any man dares or does, he can—
Mighty but modest —the newspaper man!
He “carries on” .he torch of learning.
Keeps civilization’s home fires burning.
In the march of Progress find him in the van!
Hats off to our hero—the newspaper man!
THE TRIBUNE-NEWS, CARTERSVILLE, GA„ AUGUST 30, 1923.
Bible Thoughts for
the Week
Sunday.
THE LIGHT Oi- THE WORLD.
—■Then spoke Jesus, saying. I am
the light of tlie world, he that fol
loweth me shall not walk in dark
ness, hut shall have the liglir of
life.—Jolm 8:12.
Monday.
THE MISSION OF JESUS
Hie spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because he hath anointed me to
preach the gospel to the poor; he
iiath sent me to heal the broken
hearted, to preach deliverance to
the captives, and recovering of
sight to the blind, to set at liberty
them that are bruised. —Luke 4:18.
Commit thy way unto the Lord;
trust alsp in him; and he shall
bring it to pass.—Ps. 37 :3, 5.
Tuesday.
REPENT, REPENT.—John the
Baptist came, preaching, saying,
; Repent ye: for the kingdom of •
i heaven is at hand. —Matt. 3:1, 2; '
; 4:17. '
Wednesday. •
i THE EVER WELCOME MRS*
• SENGER.—How beautiful upon me
| mountains are the feet of him that
bringeth good tidings, that publish
ed) peace; that bringeth salvation;
' that saith unto Zion, Thy God
reigneth ! —lsa. 52:7.
Thursday.
CONDITIONS OF REVIVAL.—If
| my people, which are called by my
name, shall humble themselves,
and pray, and seek my face, and
turn from their wicked ways; then
will I hear from heaven, and will
forgive their sin, and will heal
their land. —II Citron. 7 :14.
Friday.
THE UNTAMED TONGUE.—He
that keepeth his mouth keepeth his
life; but he that openeth wide his
lips shall have destruction. —Prov.
13:3.
Saturday.
SHARE WITH THE WORKERS.
—He that ploweth should plow In
hope, and he that thraslieth should
be partaker of his hope. If we have
sown unto you spiritual things, It
is a great thing if we shall reap of
your carnal things.—l Cor. 9:10, 11.
JOGVILLE
JOTTINGS
THE WILSON SISTERS
Mrs. Wilson is a widow, and
has two grown daughters,
named Theodosia and Grace,
respectively. Both are now
grown and married, Grace be
ing the elder by about two
years. Both girls have some
similar characteristics, but in
most respects they are as un
like as two strangers.
Mrs. Wilson is a widow of
means, and her children receiv
ed the very best that money
could buy in the way of educa
tion. Both girls have musical
ability and culture, but that is
about all that they possess in
■ common.
When Grace decided to mar
ry, she nearly broke her moth
ers heart by picking for a hus
band a young doctor, who had
nothing but a small practice
and a good reputation. By such
action she broke up her moth
er’s schemes to marry her to a
rich man. so Mrs. Wilson’s fu
pinned upon Theodosia. And
vure faith and. hope was then
when Theodosia’s turn came to
marry, she did not disappoint
her mother, but married a man
of wealth, ana moved away to,
a distant city to make her home
among his people.
Grace’s young doctor-hus
band stuck to Jogville, and'
made good. He now has a good
practice; they possess a nice,
comfotable home, and have two
charming youngsters. Her
mother is now reconciled to her
marriage, and she takes much
comfort with her grandchil
dren, and thinks a heap of her
doctor son-in-law, proving that
nothing succeeds like success.
Theodosia comes back to
Jogville once in a while, ar
rayed in purple and fine linen,
and is generally conceded to b e
“stuck up” by her former
friends. She has no children as
yet, and it is rumored that she
is not as happy as she might be.
And yet her husband couia buy
out Grace a hundred times over
and still not leave much of a
dent in his fortune.
Grace would not exchange
positions with her sister, stat
ing that mere money would be
poor compensation compared
with the happiness she pos
sesses.
When Theodosia married,
folks said that she was lucky,
and had made a “good catch.”
Subsequent events show that
Grace made the wisest choice,
and prove that independence in
following the dictates of one’s
heart is of much greater value
than a supine, but filial desire t G
marry money and please
mamma.
“Bartow County, In Ye Olden Day”
“FlPi { YEARS AGO”
FROM THE CARTERSVILLE STANDARD
AND EXPRESS, AUGUST 28, 1873.
A Big Fish Story
We notice:! in front of Vandiver’s meat
market on last Tuesday, a catfish weighing
forty-two pounds. It was caught by Mr,
Fletcher Patillo, and is the largest specimen
of the finny tribe that we have seen in a long
time.
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A New Store in Cartersville
Mr. John Todd has built anew brick store
house on the lot between the McCurley build
ing and the Gilreath and Howard warehouse,
on West Main street, and will have it full of
dry goods and groceries soon. Mr. Todd is a
clever and accommodating gentleman, and
.we wish him success.
•f
Yard in Front of Baptist Church 'Needs
I approvements
Our attention has been called to the bad
condition of the yard in front of the Baptist
church in this place, and we are requested to
ask the Uity Council to look into the matter.
There is a stone wall and ditch in front of the
chui h, which are very difficult to cross, es
-lan idly at night, and there is danger in at
torn ting to go into or out of the church in the
,; ’ . \Ve are informed that a lady stepped
( if me wall, and fell, on last Sabbath night,
and was considerably bruised by the accident.
Such accidents should be prevented by a good
smooth crossing being made over the obstacles
named. There should be no stumbling blocks
in the way of those who wish to attend church,
at night or any other time, and we hope the
suggestions, which we respectfully offer, will
receive due consideration.
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A Visit to the Acworth Fair
It was our pleasure to attend the fair held
at Acworth on the 20th instant. It was a very
creditable affair, and confirmed the opinion
previously entertained by us, that the people
of Acworth and Cobb county are fully alive to
their agricultural and other interests, and are
setting examples of thrift and enterprise
which are well worthy of the imitation of
every town and county in Cherokee, Georgia.
The shrewd business men of Acworth under
stand to promote the material prosperity
of their thriving town, and have gone to work
in good earnest to accomplish that important
Concerning the Gus Howard
Fracas.
(From the Macon Telegraph)
There are few men to be elected who do
not go- into office with a string of promises,
or what are practically agreements of some
form or another, to appoint friends and polit
ical aides to office. It seems to be a part of
the set practice; Georgia is no worse about it
than the other states. It is really refreshing
when a candidate comes along occasionally
with the ringing declaration that he makes n 0
promise of appointment—but that is idealism,
not politics, and the little rings and the big
rings level their guns at him and shower their
shot upon him in such volume that he has to
be unusually popular with the people if he is
not sent back to the pasture.
For the candidate who makes promises is
the candidate who gets the support of active
and influential political factors.
Gus Howard has come to be known as a
successful politician—he handles campaigns
in a way that they win. Perhaps he has mere
ly been fortunate in selecting the winning
horse, and is simply an astute student of mass
psychology; he watches the wimTmills and
knows how the breezes are blowing—and sets
his sails accordingly. But anyway, he has been
regarded as a political magician and wonder
worker. Mr. Walker cannot be blamed for
securing him as his campaign manager, upon
being confronted with the opportunity to do
so, since Mr. Walker felt that he needed
Judge Howard and was willing to follow his
directions and tactics.
The opportunity to secure Judge How
ard’s services, it is understood, cam e about as
a result of a misunderstanding that arose be
tween Mr. Howard and Governor Hardwick.
Mr. Howard, it seems, was attorney in a case
to secure a pardon, and if he obtained it by a
certain date h e was to get a larger fee than
otherwise. Mr. Howard, it is declared, in
sisted that the governor take action by the
date determined, and Mr. Hardwick declined
to rush up matters, holding that he must have
tim e for due and consistent consideration of
the case. Whereupon resulted the Hardwick-
Howard break and the subsequent appear
ance of Mr. Howard in the Walker camp.
News dispatches from Atlanta intimate
that Mr. Howard did not, however, run into
Mr. Walker’s tent without reserve and throw
himself on his face, begging adoption. Before
he could be enlisted, there was an agreement
that Judge Howard should receive a substan
tial reward, and it turned out that the addi
tional judgeship of the Fulton superior court
is the payment demanded and made.
Governor Walker did not reckon with the
Howard arbitrariness when he made his al
leged promise at the Macon convention, al
though he might have taken lessons from the
Howard-Hardwick episode. It was but nat
ural that the Atlanta bar, which, probably
more than any other agency, is responsible for
the bill and law creating the additional judge
ship, should desir e an Atlanta man for the
bench. The governor, it appears, fully in
tended to select an Atlanta lawyer for the
place; certainly there exist the legal brains
and talent in the profession in Georgia’s first
city to supply an additional superior, court
judge. But new political campaigns loom up
in the near future, and the trading which was
begun at the Macon convention is continued
in another chapter. The latest alleged at
tt mpt to trade developed complications and a
tangle resulted. Mr. Howard, holding the
“TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO”
FROM COURANT-AMERICAN. ISSUE OF
SEPTEMBER 1, 1898.
Marriage of Prominent Couple
Yesterday evening at 8 o’clock, at the
home of Mr. L. F. Shaw, on the Irwin Bridge
load, Mr. J. B. Foster and Miss Bessie Harris
were united in the holy bonds of matrimony,
Ur. W. H. Patterson, of the Baptist church, of
ficiating.
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Mr. Paul Jones Has Accident
At his country home last Friday, Mr. Paul
Jones, while rubbing up a pistol he had found
about the premises, had the misfortune to be
§Uot by the weapon, which went off accident
ally. The ball passed through the left arm
and inflicted a flesh wound.
♦ ♦ ♦
Opening of School, 25 Years Ago.
j he public schools of the city wii open
next Monday. The registration boojes will be
opened today from 9 to 12 o’clock, and for the
remainder of the week for the same hours
er ch day. Th e supennetnaent will be found
at the bookstore, where he will register the
pupils.
4= # *
Dr. V/. L. Cason Moves to Cartersville
Dr. W. L. Cason has located in Carters
ville, with his family, and will practice den
; . try. His office is the room occupied Jjy Dr.
f’m aett. and later by Dr. Pignor, over'Young
Brothers’ drug store. He will reside at the
couage of Dr. Griffin, on West Main street.
Dr. Cason and his family are welcomed by
Cartersville people.
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Make the City Cleaner
City officers, to whom complaint is made,
say they have been doing everything they can
do to make people clean up their premises,
and urge that any persons having hogpens in
town will either keep them clean or do away
with them, also persons having pools of water
standing about their premises, that could
cause mosquitoes, are urged to get rid of them
by draining, or otherwise. The oificers are
zealous, but the citizens must co-operate with
them if we would have a clean city.
object, and success is crowning their efforts.
They have adopted no penny-wise and pound
foolish policy, but everything pertaining to
the good of their town and community. They
have devised liberal things, and are marching
on to prosperity and independence.
CAPTIVE.
There's room in the cage for the caged bird's wing.
To tilt at ihe bars, from barto its swing;
To clamber an , climb, witli its clinging feet.
And fumble the wires with ebony beak.
lhere s light in the cage, for soft dreamy eye
To watch fleecy folds of clouds drifting by;
To catch tbe glnt of another swift wing.
Thai hurries to the branch to rest and sing.
There a air in the cage fo r its panting breast;
To fluff up the plumes of its tufted crest;
To to race Its lithe form when it’s tense for flight,
Or steady its perch when it droops at night.
There's food in the cage from a woman’s hand—
With jeweled fingers or a plain gold band—
That fondles the pet with a gentle caress,
And smoothes out the folds in its downy dress.
But not enough room for its broken heart,
That longs for the fields, or streams wide apart;
II beats at the bars and struggles in vain,
Then breaks into song to smother its pain.
There's not enough room In its narrow home
To climb to the heights and the air-waves roaoa;
To circle and turn, to dive and to dip,
As through the air fields its silken sails slip.
Its wander-lust knows no end to its roam,
Tilfc forest sighs blend with the deep sea's moan;
Nor limit is found for loftiest flight,
TUI weary wings find the air growing light.
God gave it the note for its matchless trills—
More sweet than babble of brook in the hills
With infiinte care He shuttled the loom,
That wove in the tints and burnished its plume.
He gave it the air—the lure of its wing—
■pie lure for a mate and mating in Spring;
The instinct to build the nest in a tree,*
And love for the mate, a nd birdlings to be.
O. wanton the woman, or wanton the maid,
Or man that snared it anS sold it in trade:
Who gave you the right to make it your toy?
To take it captive and prison its joy?
I ou plundered the fields for its wild sweet note;
You pilfered the groves for that marvel of throat-
And wanton s the act, a nd wanton’s the word.
And wanton the soul that prisons the bird.
(Copyrighted, 1923). R. b, HARRIS.
whip hand, did not hesitate to use it. The of
fice that he was bartering off not being ac
ceptable to the parties under the terms offer
ed, he responded energetically by taking it
himself. It seems that he told the governor to
stand and deliver—and stand and deliver he
did.
Governor Walker understood that he was
placed between two very hot and scorching
fires: If, on the one hand, he should ignore
the nomination, recommendation and request
of the Atlanta Bar Association, h e Wituld have
that organization on his back in all fury. But
on the other hand, should he deny and offend
Judge Howard, th e man who placed him ia
office, history would repeat itself—the judge
would turn against Mr. Hardwick, and would
go over to the apposing faction. This was too
extreme a danger to contemplate for an in
stant—and that, in addition to anv rash or
necessary promise, is why Mr. Howard has
held the whip hand, and why he still holds it.