The herald and advertiser. (Newnan, Ga.) 1887-1909, August 07, 1908, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextOrdinary'8 Office THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER VOL. XLIII. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 1908 NO. 45. * GENERAL MERCHANDISE £ ^ AND FARM SUPPLIES ^ The Ti line Has C ome FOB CANNING and MAKING JELLY So we have just received a large shipment of Mason’s Jars, and Rubbers to go with them. A big lot of Jelly Glasses on hand also. Bargains in Bowls and Pitchers. We have a good Bowl and Pitcher for 98cfts. Come to see us for any thing you want, or ’phone 147. Agents for the Chattanooga Wagon. ACROSS THE WAYS. Across the ways of winter and dark days I come to you— Back, ever back, alonar the old-time track That-we both knew- Where roses rimmed the twilight path, nrray- dimmed Beneath night’s hood - Where hand in hand, in Love’s own star-lit land. We understood. In cadence sweet the wind sinsrs through the wheat With rippling flow- A song of Love with its sweet echo of The Long Ago— Across the sweep of hills and valleys deep And wintry fold. The song rings clear as when you lingered near In the days of old. g No chill can blight that deathless summer night By south wind fanned— For through the gloom the crimson roses bloom In Memory’s Land— Roseland of June beneath a silver moon— How far it seems — How long the way to meet each fading day Alone with dreams! —[Grantland Rice. % t T. G. & TELEPHONE 147 t t 3333© © O O ©1 © o 0033© 33330 i© o © © ©3333 Garden Wire The best line on the market for gardens, line fences, yard fences—in fact, for any pur pose. It will hold cows, mules, hogs, and small chickens. This wire is five feet high, and we sell it at the same price as the 5-foot Poultry Wire, but it is ten times as strong.'. .'. Hammocks All hammocks to go at fac tory cost .'. .'. Fruit Jars and Jelly Glasses A big shipment just receiv ed. Can fill your orders. A few screen doors and windows to go at your price. \ Kirby-Bohannon Hardware Company Telephone 201 G999Q 8 % © © ©3333 3333© © © 8 8 09999 ‘The Call of the South.” Savannah Press. News comes from Atlanta that a de termined fight is to be made upon the Democratic nominee for President. We have heard this talk before. In 1896, when Mr. Bryan wa^ first nominated and when he was an unknown and un influential young man, we heard that there would be a big defection among the bankers and weak-kneed Demo crats. Such an announcement at that time was not remarkable. Mr. Bryan had no following; he was not an old- line Democrat, from the orthodox Southern point of view, and he was en tering upon a dangerous and untried doctrine of “sixteen to one.” No won der there was hesitation in some quar ters and doubts even in the Democratic South. But even with that handicap Mr. Bryan captured the vote of Georgia, al though he never delivered a speech here, and this §tate remained in the Solid South. At this time the case is different. Mr. Bryan is not an unknown man. He has spoken repeatedly in Georgia. His writings and utterances are familiar. The expedient of sixteen to one has long ago been dropped. It is no longer an issue to distract the people or to confound the financiers, Mr. Bryan is a Democrat of Democrats. He has been three times honored by the party with the nomination for President, and if he isn’t a Democrat than the people are mistaken in their views of Democ racy. Four years ago, when the party, from reasons of expediency, set Mr. Bryan aside and nominated an Eastern man of whom New York City approved, and who was “safe and sane, ” tested by the standards of Wall street, Mr. Bry an supported the nominee and comport ed himself as a loyal party man. In no single standard do we find Mr. Bryan wanting as a Democrat. In no reason able way do we think the Georgia Democrats can fight him, and in no possible way do we think they can de feat him. If Mr. Bryan ever had Pop ulist trimmings he now has Democratic scars. He has borne the standard of the party through the Wild West and into the Enemy’s Country. He has gone abroad and preached Democratic doctrine, has charmed the English statesmen by the soundness of his prin ciples, and has confounded the money changers in New York, like the proph et, by the high character of his teach ings. It seems to us that he has fought the good fight and kept the faith, in that he has never ceased to arraign class privilege and has never ceased to champion popular rights. Now and then he may have uttered ideas which some of us would challenge as being imprac tical or untimely, but the tone of his speeches has always been high and the very structure of his deliverances has been Democratic. The talk about a Democratic rally around a Republican nucleus in Georgia is absurd. Some bankers in Atlanta may suggest a bolt. Some Populists misled by Watson may want to stand against Bryan. But Mr. Watson has always fought him; once or twice has run against him, and is committed to attacking him. He cannot get the real Democrats of Georgia dissatisfied with Mr. Bryan. Didn’t he fight Judge Par ker fiercely, remorselessly, and hasn’t he been fighting him ever since? If the party waits until some nominee meas ures up to Mr. Watson’s standard it will wait a long time. He looks with equal contempt upon New York and Nebraska and invokes a “plague upon both your houses.” The last time Georgia was in doubt about the issue of a Presidential election was in I860, when Lincoln and Hamlin were nomi nated by the Republicans, and when the Democrats presented two tickets— Bell and Breckenridge, Douglas and Johnson. But there is no divided alle giance this year. The Georgia delega tion went over and registered its vote for Mr. Bryan after his nomination had been made. F’our of its delegates voted for him on the formal ballot. Georgia has already given its electoral vote for Mr. Bryan twice. Is there any reason why it should withhold its support now, seeing that two-thirds of the Democratic delegates from every part of the country have summoned the Nebraskan again to carry the stand ard? Was there fraud in the nomina lion? Were the delegates held togeth er by manipulation like Gov. Goebel held the Kentuckians years ago? Were the ranks guarded by office-holders and walking delegates from the White House, as at Chicago? Wasn’t every thing fair and overwhelming? Is there any reason why Savannah Democrats or Atlanta Democrats should want to organize a bolt and vote with the Taft people? Is there any reason why the South should go bodily for the Republi can party, a party pledged to the pro tection of manufacturing industries as against agricultural interests, and a party pledged to uphold the colored man rather than the white man? Has the leopard changed its spots? Aren’t the Forakers and the fire-eaters still there? Is the call of the South to strike down the standard of this people and to surrender to the enemies of this civilization and of this age? Just at the time when the Roosevelts and the Guilds and the Cummins show signs of adopting Democratic principles and of favoring Democratic tactics, just at the time when tariff reform and States’ rights are strong and popular, we hear this strange advice from Atlanta and elsewhere, “Let’s go over to the Re publicans and desert the party of the people, and desert the party of protest against special privileges.” The whole idea seems to be chimerical and un wise. Our people have fought a strong fight, and will succeed if they faint not. Don’t let’s desert just be cause Mr. Watson says so and because some weak-kneed Democrats think so. We are going into a campaign, and we ought to be united and strong. We really believe the South will secure what it has been standing for these long years. A respectable minority will get what it wants after awhile. As the chairman at Denver said the other day, the success of a crusade is the prevalence of great principles, not the election to high office. Isn’t the country better off because of the exist ence of the Democratic party, and will the South be better on account of an alliance with our opponents? What practical good will come of it? What interminable confusion may come of it! “Waterloo To-day.” Robert Howard Russell in Metropolitan Maifazlne. One. of the most striking features of a visit to the battlefield of Waterloo to-day is the immutability of the entire scene on which one of the greatest bat tles of history took place. Nearly one hundred years have passed since the memorable day of June 18, 1815, and yet the entire scene of the battle re mains practically unchanged and un touched, and the very buildings around which the tide of battle surged the fiercest, save for the necessary restora tions of the damage they sustained in the conflict, remain exactly as they were, nor has any encroachment of building or progress marred the histor ic field. The battlefield of Waterloo is an open, undulating stretch of good farm ing land. On the day of the battle the greater part of it was covered with crops of rye, wheat, barley and oats, and the same crops are still grown there each season. The field is inter sected by two high roads branching at Mont Saint-Jean, the one on the right leading to Nivelles, while that on the left, which lay in the center of both armies, leads south to Genappe, Charle roi and Namur. Upon the crest of the ridge which formed the first of the al lied positions, a crossroad runs east and west. This road, on approaching the spot where the Lion of Waterloo now stands, ran through a cut in the crest some twelve to fourteen feet deep, and it was this point that was known after the battle as “The Hollow Road.” Some five hundred yards to the southeast of the Lion is the farm of La Haye-Sainte, while about nine hundred yards to the southwest stands Hougoumont, the old chateau, farm house, outbuildings, walled garden and orchard, which played such an impor tant part in the fate of the day. These buildings are nearly three hundred years old and were built with a view to their defense, as many old stone loopholes still to be found testify. The crabbed bachelor and the aged spinster sat sufferingly in the concert hall. The selections were apparently en tirely unfamiliar to the gentleman, hut when the “Wedding March’’ of Men delssohn was begun he pricked up his ears. “That sounds familiar,” he exclaim ed. “I’m not strong on these classical pieces, but that’s a good one. What is it?” The spinster cast down her eyes. “That,” she told him demurely, “is the ‘Maiden’s Prayer.’ ” Bees Laxative Cough Syrup recom mended by mothers for young and old is prompt relief for coughs, colds, croup, hoarseness, whooping cough. Gently laxative and pleasant to take, The Power of Good Church Music. Macon Telegraph. “The complaint is made,” said an old-timer yesterday, “that men do not attend church as much as they should, and perhaps there is cause for such complaint. 1 was thinking about it this morning down there in the Presby terian church, after I had listened at tentively, I may say reverently, to Jim Blainey singing Sankey’s famous ‘Ninety and Nine.' It was not the old song exactly, but an arrangement of it, the old song worked over and polished up with artistic touches, and I must say it is one of the few old things that art can improve. “1 was thinking, as I sat there for the time being a better man, the heart vibrating, the conscience cleaned, and the whole nature bettered, and an en tirely ditferent man, that that song reaches out further, and goes in deep er, and stirs the emotions more, than any sermon. If church service con sumes an hour and a half—I was think ing if music and song took up the hour, and the half-hour were devoted to the preliminaries of prayer, announcements and collections, with a fifteen-minute sermon, a smooth, easy sermon to elab orate or to explain or to make plain the good of some part of the scriptures, men would be glad to go to church. “Did you ever go to an all-day sing ing? No! Then you would be surprised and pleased. There’s music and a love of music in every man, don’t care who he is. In some there’s lots of it, and in some there is only a moderate amount, and in some just a little bit; but there’s some in all. Note the ef fect of some sweet song at a funeral Men talk politics and all manner of things at a funeral, of even their best friend, perhaps, though of course it may be in whispers. But when the song begins, some sweet and soft voice singing ‘Nearer My God to Thee’, ‘Lead Kindly Light,’ or such songs, every man bows his head reverently and lis tens. The greatest sinner, the hardest- hearted man in the crowd, is a Chris tian until that song is ended. “But this all-day singing. You hear of festivals and oyster suppers and such things for church and charitable purposes all the time, but in my opin ion an all-day singing would be the most attractive form of entertainment that could be given. You have no idea how many men, and men you would never suspect could sing a note, will go to it and sing. I wish somebody would give one. “The singing of ‘Ninety and Nine’ this morning carried me back to the old times. It was finely sung. Of course I don’t know one thing about music. I don’t.honestly know G sharp from a crescendo. But when a song makes me sit still, raises goose bumps all over me, and I wish the singer would sing the song all .over again then that song was well sung, and am prepared to say that the song this morning was first-class. “The truth is. it stirred up memo ries—clean, sweet, wholesome, pleas ant memories—not a faulty one in ^he lot. Remember when Miss Ethel Crip- pen, way back yonder, sang ‘Hannah at the Window Binding Shoes?’ She made many a bad man good for the length of time she sang. And do you re member Miss Jessie Hardeman’s voice, and how deliciously tender and sweet it was? And Mrs. Sallie Wells when she sang ‘Consider the Lilies!’ And Mrs. Joe Wells! And do you remember that quartette, Mrs. Hines, Mrs. Hop- son, Mrs. Bacon and Miss Conner, when they sang ‘Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming!’ And the many others who sang right into the very hearts of men! Song, song, song! The music that soothes, that purifies, that makes the world better. J “If I had my way I would fill the service at the churches just as full of music as it would hold. Going back to the earliest teachings of she who loved me best of all, it was my idea of heav en that it was one grand realm of song and music, of the songs of angels and the music of golden harps. That was my youthful impression, and somehow I have not outgrown it. “Listening to Jim Blarney's singing made me feol good. It made me see the rough mountain side, the coming of the storm, the huddling together of frightened sheep; the search of the shepherd for the lost lamb that he would not leave out of the fold in the storm to die—I saw it all, clearly, dis tinctly. and—felt it! And thus, in the music of that simple song. I saw the lesson it taught—and felt it! Few men can preach sermons of equal force. “Therefore. I believe that if there was more music in the churches the attendance of men would be greater. But I’m old-fashioned, you know, and my ideas might not meet with approval of by the people of this day snd gener ation.” Humbling a Princess. B1 oxi (Miss.) Herald. One night John Sharp Williams while a student at Heidelberg, Germany, was in attendance upon a swell function at which the guest of honor was a dark- skinned princess alleged to hail from one of the South Sea islands. This princess was magnificently bedecked and bejeweled, and her warm olive complexion, set off by a mass of black, kinky hair, full, red lips, snow white teeth and black, sparkling eyes, made her the center of attraction and the reigning belle of the function. The masculine-like Germans swarmed about her like bees around a honeysuckle vine, and even Dutch femininity could not discount the charm of her manner or the beauty of her person. John Sharp was introduced, of course, and immediately upon obtain ing a near view of the “princess,” his Southern instincts rose to the surface and his Southern blood began to boil. Watching his opportuniy. he managed to get to the beauty’s elbow. Then re ducing his voice to a low, but perfectly audible key, he 3ent into her startled ears this alarming query : "Look here, nigger, where did you come from?” Panic-stricken and with all her self- possession scattered, the alleged princess turned upon her interrogator as she heard the familiar intonation of the Southerner, and looked into his un relenting face. Then she stammered : ‘‘Fum South Caroliny, boss; but for de Lawd’s sake don’t tell it.” Whether John Sharp respected the pitiful plea of a Southern negress in a far-away land, and permitted her to continue her bold imposition upon the credulous Germans, the story does not tell. But the fact remains that the “princess” realized that she was in the presence of one who, from intimate knowledge of her race, had divined her African origin, and she could only throw herself on his mercy. Pineules fir Backache, little golden globules, easy and pleasant to take. Act directly on the kidneys, purify the blood and invigorate the entire system. Best for backache, lame back, kidneys ahd bladder. 30 days trial $1. Guar anteed. Huffaker Drug Co. Progressive Conundrums. Tlt-Blts. “Miss Gracie,” he said, with an en gaging smile, “did you ever try your hand at one of these progressive co nundrums?” “What is a progressive conundrum, Mr. Spoonamore?” inquired the young lady. “Haven’t you heard of them? Here is one: Why is a ball of yarn like the letter ‘t’? Because a ball of yarn is cir cular, a circular is a sheet, a sheet is a flat, a flat is $50 a month, $50 a month is dear, a deer is swift, a swift is a swallow, a swallow is a taste, a taste is an inclination, an inclination is an angle, an angle is a point, a point is an object aimed at. an object aimed at is a target, a target is a mark, a mark is impression, an impression is a amp, a stamp is a thing stuck on, a ■ thing stuck on is a young man in love, and a young man in love is like the letter ‘t’ because he stands before ‘u,’ Miss Gracie. ” “I don’t think you have the answer quite right,” said the young lady. “A ball of yarn is round, a round is a steak, a stake is a wooden thing, a wooden thing is a young man in love, and a young man in love is like the letter ‘t’ because, Mr. Spoonaaore”— and she spoke clearly and distinctly— “because he is often crossed.” The young man understood. He took his hat and his progressive co nundrums and vanished from Miss Gracie Garlinghouse’s visiting list for ever. A DANGEROUS MISTAKE. C Operation for piles will notjffie neces- 1 sary if you use ManZan Piltf Remedy. Guaranteed. Should be kept in every Put up ready to use. Guaranteed. Price household. Huffaker Drug Co. 150c. Try it. Huffaker Dfug Co. Newnan Mothers Should Not Neg lect Kidney Weakness in Children. Most children have weak kidneys. The earliest warning is bed-wetting. Later comes backache, headache, languor. ’Tis a mistake to neglect these trou bles. To blame the child for its own dis tress. Seek to cure the kidneys— Save the child from deadly kidney ills. Doan’s Kidney Pills cure sick kidneys. Newnan parents recommend them. Mrs. A. M. Askew, 25 Willcoxon St., Newnan, Ga., says: “I cannot hesitate to recommend so valuable a remedy as Doan's Kidney Pills. F’or a long time my daughter, eleven years of age, was annoyed by the imperfect action of the kidneys. The secretions were much too frequent and at times caused a burning sensation during passage. One box of Doan’s Kidney Pills, which were pro cured at Lee Bros’, drug store, entirely corrected the difficulty and there has been no return of it since.” For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. Foster-Milburn Co.. BufFalo, New York, sole agents for the United States. Remember the name—-Doan's—and take no other.

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The herald and advertiser. (Newnan, Ga.) 1887-1909, August 07, 1908, Image 1