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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*