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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. + + * 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. t + t 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. + + + 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. * + * 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.