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Herald and gi^rtistr.
Newnan, Ga., Friday, September 30,1887.
THE NEWSPAPER GRINDSTONE.
Bill Nye Indulges in a Few Philosophical
Remarks, the Result of Observation.
New York World.
Grown-up men very often express the
wish that they might be boys again.
They wish that they could once more
go back to the time when they used to
bathe in the mill-pond and permit the
yielding mud to squirt up between their
weatherbeaten toes for half a day at a
time; when a bath like this always pro
duced a healthy glow on their skins—
about twenty minutes after they got
home.
They yearn to go back half a cehtury
to the days when they could eat any
thing that grew or walked upon the
face of the earth, or flew in the sky
above, or swam in the waters beneath,
and yet feel no remorse. • Some have
even said that they would be willing to
go back there and turn the grindstone
while a heavy and remorseless parent
got up and rode on it for an hour at a
time in order that they might once
more know the sweet, complete and ob
livious sleep of vigorous boyhood.
To those who may pant to turn the
grindstone once more in order to win
the largest amount of fatigue in a given
period of time, let me introduce the
grindstone of an active newspaper,
whereon various people seek to sharpen
their own private axes, meantime im
pressing on the boy who is turning it
that they are doing it purely for his
good.
The number qf opportunities that a
daily paper has in twenty-four hours
for jumping on a great wrong with both
feet, while the gentleman who furnish
es the information conceals himself in
a cyclone cellar that opens with a time-
lock, is absolutely appalling.
Outsiders have openly accused New
Yorker® of lacking public spirit, and
yet it is a cold and extremely bleak day
When from twenty to fifty men cannot
be found who are willing to drop in
and furnish information, provided their
names are not mentioned, which will
shake the city from centre to circum
ference and result in the violent death
of the'editor.
Then there is the anonymous man,
who writes a big, dropsical letter, in
which he courts investigation—for an
other man. Let the gentleman who
yearns to be a boy again and turn the
grindstone for a day or two read the
letters written to a daily newspaper by
those who desire to make an open con
fession of the errors and transgressions
of some one else.
There is also the gentleman who
wishes to raise a fund for his own wid
ow. He has been all his life a man
who has labored for the amelioration
Of mankind; but, now, before he has
mankind more than half ameliorated,
he finds himself unable to go on and
complete the job. He has tried to ac
complish his great work by means of a
lecture which he has been giving at $50
per pop. He now finds that the general
public, with one mad impulse, remains
away from the lecture, and he thinks
that the general public ought to be
shown up.
Another gentleman, who has been
blown up by a gasoline stove while in
the discharge of his duty, writes to say
that a catterack is forming over one
eye. The catterack has already grown
so large that he can almost hear it roar.
He desires a friend, and hopes that the
American people will avoid the stigma-
tism of allowing a deserving man to go
in debt or else borrow the money. He
.•says, however, that he likes the paper
first rate.
Every man who jumps on the news
paper grindstone with his old, disabled
axe, is very much pleased with the pa
per. It suits him exactly, and he says
that even when other people threw it
down in disgust he had picked it up and
read it.
Another man has been spoken to by
a great many people about running for
assessor of his town. He does not wish
to do so, for he does not need it, and it
is a thankless job; but the way property
was assessed last year in his place ought
to be shown up, and it would do much
good. He would be willing to write a
piece for the paper, giving the inside
facts about it, if his name could be kept
out of the matter. He has often heard
that in such things you could rely on a
newspaper office to preserve the strict
est secrecy, and he would be willing to
take the risk of preparing such an arti
cle, with the understanding that it shall
go in as editorial. He would deny him
self the pure and laudable joy of au
thorship, allowing the editorial, and
the editor also, to be double-leaded,
while he modestly and unostentatiously
remained in Europe.
The freeborn American citizen who
desires an opportunity to get up on the
top of a newspaper column in order to
shoot off his mouth at a personal enemy
and then become extremely elsewhere,
is said to be on the increase. The sup
ply is so much greater than the demand
that the fool-killer ought to have more
help in his office.
A day at the editorial grindstone,
where people come to write articles on
health, which contain covert 'allusions
to their .style of cod-liver oil; where the
man comes who has just bought an op
tion on. queens only to see his means
going.down the alley accompanied by
three jacks and a short-waisted revol
ver; where men who pine for a change
come to suggest how to accomplish it,
and also a good man for the place,
would satisfy most any one who desired
a few hours of contact with a certain
style of patriot.
The coarse, revolting stuff that is fed
to an average waste-paper basket in
twenty-four hours would fill the aver
age man with loathing. Some day the
high-browed poet of the future will toss
back his dark and fluent hair, twang his
lyre a few times, and write a poem en
titled “The Wail of the Waste-Paper
Basket,” and it will make Dante’s “In
ferno” look like a lawn sociable.
Living on a Dime a Day.
“How to Live and Thrive on a Dime
per Day” may stand as the text for this
talk. It certainly can. be done and,
though the experiment may be uninviting,
it is certain that good health is nearer
•kin to the simplest diet than to the
costliest.
Now ns te the laboring man and his
protoine. Tell him that three-fourths of
his weight is water an# that to restore
the day’s waste he has to take food, tliree-
fourtlw of which must be water and the
remainder flesh forming, heat giving and
bone making substances, and he will
understand the case better. Give him a
table of food, analyzed to show just how
much heat giving, flesh forming and
mineral matter there is in each food and
he will soon tako as deep an interest in
what he eats bec^ise of its worth to him
as because of its taste. When he finds
out, as ho can in half an hour, that only
twenty-four parts in every 100 of butch
er’s meat oouut-as flesh formers, the rest
being water, but that from seventy-five
to ninety parts out of every 100 in dried
peas, beans, oat and wheat meals and
cheese ore nutritious and only ten to
twenty-five parts waste water, he from
that moment Iwgins to use his common
sense in feeding as he does in earning his
living. The popular rule is never pay
any lieed to the feeding value of our diet;
let us cultivate a glorious ignorance of
the purpose of foods, and go in might and
main for palate ticklers and devil take
the dvspe]»ia. Pity he doesn’t.
Just a fact or two as appetizers. The
great Peninsular and Oriental Steamship
company employ East Indian coolies to
do the hardest work on their steamers
because they <ire stronger, healthier and
stand the climate better than English
men. and because—not being meat eater*
—their diet costs only six cents per day.
There are miners in the English coal pits,
the hardest workers in the land, who
have not eaten any kind of meat for
years. I am not a vegetarian, yet I ex
perimented for one whole year without
tasting flesh or gravy in any form, and
all the time my health was perfect and
my weight increased. The dock porters
of Constantinople carry heavier burdens,
250 pounds and upward, more easily
than the laborers of England or America,
yet their main diet is bread and figs, and
yet they are teetotal and vegetarian. The
laborers in Spain live chiefly on bread
and onions and are marvelously strong.
I knew an eminent lady who, for forty
years, had never tasted meat. She was
a marvel of mental and physical strength.
Another author friend kept his health
and his average weight of 160 pounds on
a diet that never included meat, the
average cost of his food being only six
cents per day. Another, a well known
literary man who looked as beefy as a
butcher, was, when last I met him, in
his eighth year of strict abstinence from
flesh. Another friend, a hard literary
worker, has been practically a life long
vegetarian, but he looks too shriveled up
to be a champion specimen.
What would be a good diet for those
who do not need to study their purses
yet who would like a simple, healthy and
enjoyable dietary? To such I would say
drop the heavy meat breakfast right
away. Not that meat is bad, but it is not
the best to start the day on. It distends
the stomach, indisposes us for head work
and often leads to that other downright
mischievous stupidity, the 11 o’clock
beer or cocktail. The second evil is taken
to cure the first, as if two black eyes are
better than one. Bread (not the spoiled
white stuff, but the natural dark cotored
wheat as ground), tea or cocoa, eggs and
the hundred and one non-flesh dishes,
with a little fish and as much fruit as you
like. That’s a model meal, as experience
will prove.
Talking of fish, the more the better.
Pound for pound it is as nutritious as
flesh, though it doesn’t seem to fill us so
fully, and its chemical value is far above
that of meats. When I have extra hard
brain work to do, say an average of
twelve or fourteen hours for two dr three
weeks at a stretch, I kncck off meats en
tirely and eat all the fish I can. Result,
perfect health and strength and no head
aches.
For dinner, fish, soups (I am not ex
cluding meat, though soups can be made
without it that taste just the same and
are quite as good eveiy way), pftddings,
dessert. If any one cares to prove for
himself how little the flesh dishes on his
dinner table are necessary to him, let
him just reverse the courses, beginning
with the fruit, then cheese and crackers,
the puddings, etc. I warrant he will
turn up his nose at the meat when he
comes to it, and he won’t miss it the
least.
A horse is almost as strong, swift,
healthy and handsome as a two-legged
man, and they both have the same inter
nal machinery; the one eats beef and en
joys dyspepsia; the other avoids it and
flourishes. Ten cents’ worth of wheat,
oatmeal, rice, fruit, buttermilk, bread,
cheese, onions or portions of several of
these will enable a man to do his or
dinary day’s work at least as well as any
other assortment of food he can buy for
fl .—Richmond (Ya.) Dispatch.
Theory Concerning Gray Hair.
I have a theory regarding preventing
gray hair which I think is new. At least
I have not heard anybody else advance it.
It is this/that when the head is attacked
by disease either one of three things must
give way: the brain, the hair or the color*
of the hair. If the hair gives way the
man becomes bald; if the color of the
hair yields then prematurely gray hair is
induced. . It is easy to see that either of
these results is preferable to the failure of
the brain, and of all three it is better that
the hair should turn gray than that the
brain should weaken or the subject be
come bald. Young men with gray hair
may find considerable consolation in this
theory of mine if they cannot find any
thing else in it—Dr. C. H. Hughes in !
CUofaO’Dezpoomt j
Drunken Cabbies of London.
Now that the season is over, the cabbies
are taken to getting drunk. They have
not much else to do, for one thing, and
they make a little money that I suppose
they think*will go farther in malt than in
meat. At any rate, two of them, in dif
ferent stages of intoxication, have fallen
to my lot lately, and with the first one
my fife had nearly ended in a tragedy.
I was going to a little dinner in Pall
Mnll the other night, and I asked for a
plebeian “growler,” as I feared the
draught in a hansom. It is a short shil
ling fare from Langham street to Pall
Mall, and to save the trouble of paying
when I got there, I handed my man a
shilling. ‘ He said: “It’s eighteen pence
to Pall Mall, and I shan't go for no shil
ling.” “Please give him a sixpence,” I
■aid, weakly, to my pretty landlady, who
was standing by. “It's only a shilling,”
she remonstrated, “i know that, but
nevermind, let him have his way.” I
fancied that thereby I should earn the
good will of my charioteer; but never was
I more mistaken.
He mounted his box and drove off in a
mad but purposeless manner, turning in
numerable corners, and seemingly be
wildering himself more and more at
every turn. At last he glared in at me.
“Wherever d’you say you was a goin’?”
I repeated the address I had given him at
starting, distinctly and with emphasis.
He went on more recklessly than ever,
nearly overturned an omnibus or two,
barely cleared the cabs he met, turned
round his own lumbering vehicle and
drove back on his path, with po motive
whatever, and behaved so like a mad
man generally, that I was almost fright
ened to death. Then he glared in at the
window again, like a fiend, and howled:
“Whever did you say you was a goin’?”
Again I told him, very distinctly in
deed; and again he whirled on, up and
down, back and forth, round and round,
until, after a perilous interval, he shouted
a third time in at the window: “Why
don’t you tell me where you’re a goin’?”
“I have told you three times already
that I am going to Garlant’s hotel, Suf
folk street, Pall Mall,” I answered, “and
I tell you now to stop this cab, for I want
to speak to a policeman.”
This word of terror must have galvan
ized his drunken senses into life for a
moment, for he lashed his horses savagely,
and tore eu through the gathering dusk,
until he brought up in Suffolk street,
half way up the street, at the head of
which is Garlanb’s hotel. Then he stopped,
tumbled down: somehow, and opened the
cab door. “Drive to the hotel at the
top,” I said, with all the dignity which
madness of terror had left at my disposal.
“I shan’t go no farther,” said my man,
“an’ if you keep me a etannin’ ‘ere
you’ve got to pay for the time. ’ ’
“I have paid you a sixpence more than
vour fare already,” I said, beginning to
get out, which seemed to me the wisest
thing I could do under the circumstances.
“You ain't paid me a single penny,” he
bawled, his drunken memory as to that
little financial transaction having entirely
failed him. I got by him somehow, I
hardly know how, and hurried on to the
hotel, pursued by his cries of * ‘You ain’t
paid me. I should think you’d be
liashamed ter live. You ain’t paid me a
single penny.”
My other drunken cabman, now I
think of it, I encountered before the sea
son was over, at jubilee time, and he
had had too many tips, no doubt, from
pleasure seekers. At least he was good
natured. I had been to the theatre with
two ladies. They saw me into a four
wheeler and went on their own way,
and then came my perilous transit. Why
don’t the Salvation Army or the blue
ribbon people “go for” the cabmen and
convert them, for the benefit of the rest
of us? On this particular evening my
man drove me as surely never woman
was driven in a four wheeler before. Ho
lashed his horse into a frenzy. Ho
shouted and yelled as he drove, and
everything got out of our way, as if we
were a steam engine. We got to Lang
ham street in safety, however, and some
how the man pulled up his horse and got
himself out and opened the door. He
was very amiable in his cups, and seemed
to wish to leave on my mind a good im
pression.
“Sphoso you was frightened—’fraid
you was, marm?” “I should think so,” I
said. “I never expected to get here
alive.” “I sphose so, marm, but you see
this ’oss is an old racer, and when ’e gets
a goin’ ’e thinks e’s a racin’, and nobody
can’t stop ’im. But ’e don’t mean any
’arm, not a bit.”—Louise Chandler
Moulton’s London Letter in Boston
Herald.
If the elephant may get angry, so may
the ant.—Central African Proverb.
The Creole r.nd Her Suitor.
Creole girls have scant opportunities
for meeting men in the social freedom
granted to American girls. Male visitors
who go week after week, month after
month, are not encouraged in their aim
less attentions. The creoles consider this
attention, which does not mean marriage,
as more or less compromising to a girl
and as preventing the visits of eligible
suitors. Not more than a decade since a
man who sought the society of a girl at
her father’s house several times in quick
succession without declaring lus inten
tions was liable to have thejn demanded
by father, brother or mother. More than
one man, a stranger to this custom, lias.
frc*a a Quixotic sense of honor, married
a girl whom he had never thought of a3
his wife rather than have it be supposed
that he had compromised her. This cus
tom has given way before the march of
American manners.
It must not be supposed that the pres
ence of a chaperon in any way interferes
with the gayety and ease of intercourse
between young people As both sexes are
brought up in the most intimate com
panionship with their elders, the latter
always keep their hold upon the thoughts
and feelings and pleasures of youth, and
never cease to have sympathetic com
panionship with young people.—Harper’s
Bazar.
A Flacky Fom<er Boy.
When F&rragut’s squadron was before
New Orleans one of the powder boys aw
a shell drop dangerously near the maga
zine. The fuse was burning furiously,
but the boy picked up the shell ar£
it overboard. The bey was Oscar Peck.
He Uvep in Bridgeport, Conn., and he has
just received, in consideration of his
bravery, beck pennon money amounting
t< 14,220—NewYbrk Sort
Free Whiskey and Temperance.
Albany (Ga.) News and Advertiser.
Mr. Sam Small has of late bee$ ad
vocating temperance in a most novel, if
not altogether original, manner. The
fact is, that his temperance views verify
the statement that men hold recollec
tions of former states of existence. Mr.
Small is living a new life, being dead
to the old life of the reporter, yet the
political heresies of the journal to
which he was at one tune attached
break out upon the surface of his tem
perance views, and presents the anom
aly of a temperance man advocating
a paradox.
Mr. Small has written a letter on tem
perance to the Boston Advertiser in
which he urges the view that the repeal
of the tax on whiskey would be the
“kuell of the traffic.” Words! idle
words ! The very fact that the repeal
of the tax would permit private whis
key distilleries in every village, hamlet
and home of the Union is sufficient to
disprove any such assertion. How
would it be possible to further the
cause of temperance or the interests of
civilization by removing legal restric
tion upon its manufacture ? The argu
ment is as flimsy as the baseless fabric
of a dream. In purpose and in effect,
it is the very antipode of what prohi
bitionists are seeking to enforce. It
proposes to treat society as the asylums
treat the inebriate, whiskey, before
breakfast to wash in, whiskey to make
bread up with, whiskey in coffee, whis
key in milk, whiskey everywhere. Such
an argument from a temperance stand
point is too absurd to deserve serious
consideration, and if it were not from
the fact that political delusionists are
seeking to blind the people to the true
question at issue with such rot, it
would never excite sufficient interest to
receive attention.
The repeal of the whiskey tax would
reduce the price of the poison to such a
figure, as would utterly destroy the ef
fect of prohibition. The whiskey ring,
in the interest of which the Constitu
tion claims the tax to be imposed, having
so many superior facilities over others
to manufacture it, would profit by
the repeal. Its repeal would be a knell
to the hopes of the country of ever se
curing an honest revision of the iniqui
tous tariff, and that is the main reason
why it is advocated.
The implied charge, when the Con
stitution says, “repealed, temperance
ideas that are predominant can control
the liquor traffic to suit themselves,” is
that the General Government inter
feres with the enforcement of prohibi
tion in those counties and States where
it is voted. The opposite of this has
been true in Georgia. The News and
Advertiser can point to many instances
where the internal revenue officers
have proved powerful auxiliaries to the
local authorities in enforcing an ob
servance of the prohibitory laws.
Bosh, the veriest bosh, to pretend that
the outlaw whiskey would be less dan
gerous to society if the legal shackles
were removed and allow it unrestrained
freedom to enter where it chose, and
debauch whom it would.
Ely’s Cream Balm was recommended
to me by my druggist as a preventive to
Hay Fever. Have been using it as di
rected since the 9th of August and have
found it a specific for that much dread
ed aud loathsome disease. For ten
years or more I have been a great suf
ferer each year, from August 9th till
frost, and have tried many alleged rem
edies for its cure,* but Ely’s Cream
Balm is the only preventive 1 have ev
er found. Hay Fever sufferers ought
to know of its efficacy. F. B. AINS
WORTH, Publisher, Indianapolis, Ind.
NEW RICE!
NEW GUNS!
NEW BROOMS AND BETTER BROOMS!
As good FLOUR as the
market affords, and if you don’t
believe I am selling it cheap,
try me.
‘ Georgia raised Barley and
Rye.
Good Coffee at 25c. Other
things cheap in proportion.
W. P. BROOM.
A. P. JONES.
J. E. TOOLE.
JONES & TOOLE.
CARRIAGE BUILDERS
AND DEALERS IX
HARDWARE,
Lagrange, ga.
Manufacture all kinds of
Carriages, Buggies, Carts and
Wagons. Repairing neatly
and promptly done at reason
able prices. We sell the Peer
less Engine and Machinery.
DR. THOMAS J. JONES.
NO, THANK
I don’t want the earth! I
shall be satisfied with a reasona
ble fragment of it! Some men
would probably gobble the entire
globe if they had a chance; but
I am no hog! All that I want
is a fair share of the public pat
ronage ; and if, after comparing
my goods and prices with those
of other enterprising merchants,
the average wayfarer does not
yield me the palm for selectness,
quality, cheapness and general superiority, why then I will call
in my friends, divide out my goods and chattels and retire
the field. In these piping times it is useless to try to do bus
iness unless you have money, experience and gall sufficient to
sustain you in competition with the Ishmaelites of the mer
cantile profession. Recognizing the importance of these val
uable aids to success, I flatter myself that I am fairly well
equipped for the fray, and bid defiance to all competitors.
Now, do not be misled by these desultory remarks. I would
not have you believe that I am one of the Vanderbilt heirs, or
that I have a resident buyer in New York, or that I have been
in business since before the war, or that I expect to run an
auction house. Neither assumption would be just to me, nor
to the veracious medium through which this announcement
will find its way to the public. I simply mean that I have a
large and well-assorted stock of CLOTHING, DRY GOODS,
GROCERIES, etc., and am selling them at prices that will
bring tears to the eyes of my esteemed competitors when they
find it out. But I can’t help their embarrassment. If they
oversleep themselves and allow me to get the drop on ’em in
the matter of mercantile bargains, it is not my lookout. I
sometimes find it necessary to sit up at night in order to do
this, but it is one of the hardships of the trade that must be
occasionally endured. Indeed, I frequently toss upon my
sleepless pillow for hours at a time, devising schemes whereby
I can best serve my customers with the choicest there is in the
land, and at prices that they will be forced to esteem as bless
ings in disguise.
My stock of Clothing, Gents’ Furnishing Goods, Shoes,
Hats, Dry Goods, etc., is fastidiously select, and will bear close
comparison with any similar lines kept here or elsewhere.
My stock of Groceries comprises everything needed in the
way of eatables, and is always large enough to supply the de
mand—whether for cash or on time.
. YOUNG MAN, IF I CAN
Catch your eye, I would like to
call your attention to my large
and varied assortment of Gents’
Furnishing Goods, Shirts, Col
lars, Cuffs, Hosiery, Underwear,
Neckwear, Handkerchiefs, etc.
I keep the latest, nobbiest styles
and make a specialty of all goods
in this department.
The celebrated “Pearl Shirt”
is one of my most popular lead
ers. Made to order, if desired.
I keep also a complete line of samples, including the finest
Cassimeres, Cloths, etc. Will take your measure and insure
as good a fit and in as late and fashionable style as can be se
cured from any tailor in the country, and at half the cost.
I. P. BRADLEY.
Next door to Newnan National Bank, Newnan, Ga.
FURNITURE!
his services to tbs people
evroan ana vicinity. Office on Depot
street, rTB. Stones* oM jyraby. office. Res
idence an Depot street. thM baUdiar «ast ar
A.* W. P.de*eC '
I buy and sell more FURNITURE than all the dealers in
Atlanta combined. I operate fifteen large establishments. I
buy the entire output of factories; therefore I can sell you
cheaper than small dealers. Read some of my prices:
A Nice Plush Parlor Suit, $35.00.
A Strong Hotel Suit, $15.00.
A Good Bed Lounge, $10.00.
A Good Single Lounge, $5.00.
A Good Cotton-Top Mattress, $2.00.
A Good Strong Bedstead, $1.50. .
A Nice Rattan Rocker, $2.50.
A Nice Leather Rocker, $5.00.
A Strong Walnut Hat Rack, $7.00.
A Nice Wardrobe, $10.00.
A Fine Glass Door Wardrobe, $30.00.
A Fine Book Case, $20.00.
A Good Office Desk, $10.00.
A Fine Silk Plush Parlor Suit, $50.00.
A Fine Walnut 10-Piece Suit, $50.00.
A Nice French Dresser Suit, $25.00.
I respectfully invite everybody to examine my stock and get
my prices before buying your Furniture. I have the finest as
well as the cheapest Furniture in Atlanta. Write for prices.
A. G. RHODES,
85 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga.
JOHN W. HUGHES.
FRED R. LAW.
HUGHES & LAW,
HATTERS
AND
GENTS’ FURNISHERS!
VAHS;B5 k UMBRELLAS, T5TC .
PEACHTREE STREET, - - - ATI. A NT A, GA*