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Newspaper Page TextOrdinary'a Office THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER VOL. XLIII. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 28, 1908. NO. 48. r l -wwwv* GENERAL MERCHANDISE AND FARM SUPPLIES t The Ti ante Has C as %Mome FOR 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 98<fts. Come to see us for any thing you want, or’phone 147. Agents for the Chattanooga Wagon. t t LADDIE. Dear little laddie of the bronze-brown hair. What shall I do with the toys and things That you left behind when you went away Down where the daisy sways and swings? You remember the brand new rod and line. And the big tin fort, with its soldiers brown— And the top that was mended and went again? They’re there—all there, where you threw them down 1 Laddie—O, laddie of bronze-brown hair! The winds are keen where the daisies blow’! And what shall I do with the broken heart, And the tears that never have ceased to flow? For I long for you and the daisyland, And I say : ‘ ’Tis the charm of a magic song. And a sight more fair than the dreams of man. That has kept my laddie so long—so long 1” — [Laura Simmons. L $ t W%.www T. G. & TELEPHONE 147 % 0 KJ Have just received two hundred Flower Pots— can furnish any size from half a gallon to five gallons.V.V.V.V.V. \ A big lot of half-gallon jars with tops. A big lot of galton jars with tops —these jars are very fine for pickles. ICE CREAM FREEZERS. 2- quart to go at $1.50. 3- quart to go at $1.75. 4- quart to go at $2.00. 100 pounds of Landreth Turnip Seed. Send us your orders. E CO, NEWNAN, GEORGIA TELEPHONE 201 ✓ When Hoke Met Joe. Atlanta Constitution, 23d inst. One of the elevator men at the Fourth National Bank building was perhaps the most embarassed man in all of Greater Atlanta yesterday. It happened this way: On one of his down trips ex-Gov. Jos. M. Terrell entered the car as its sole occupant, and just as he had “passed the time of day” with the ele vator man in his usual good-humored way, he noticed an ashen-hue overcast the countenance of the boy who handles the lever which controls the movement of the car. The ex-Governor thought the eleva tor man was about to faint. In an in stant the car stopped, the door was thrown open, and there, face to face, in the elevator, with no one else in sight but the elevator boy, stood— Ex-Governor Terrell, and— Governor Hoke Smith. At once it was easy to understand what was the matter with the man charge of the machine. He knew of the strained relations that had existed so long between the Governor and the ex-Governor, and when he saw that the two were brought face to face for the first time in many months, he wondered what would happen, and plainly gave evi dence of his embarrassment. it was the first time that the Gover nor and the ex-Governor had stood abreast of each other since Gov. Ter rell had surrendered the keeping of the great seal to its present holder, and even their personal proximity was marked by a formality which amounted almost to frigidity, for the new Gover nor had made his campaign largely on the issue that the retiring Governor had played the devil generally, and that the people were going to be shown what would happen when a "real” Governor took charge. And the eleva tor man also knew that since the inau guration a lot of pains had been taken from various sources to make it appear that the old Governor was not entitled to as much credit as many of his friends thought and claimed for the Governor whose two administrations marked the top notch of the State’s prosperity. And then, again, the elevator man knew that the ex-Governor had been a conspicuous factor in bringing about the defeat of the new Governor for a sec ond term. Indeed, the elevator man saw stand ing before him, with their shirt-bosoms almost touching, all of the elements that entered into the make-up of an embarrassing situation. > In a moment he regained his compo sure, after closing the door on the two Governors, and calmly watched for de velopments. They came with a rush, and it was all over in a minute. As the two stood face to face, it was apparent that each recognized the em barrassment of the situation, and both paused. As the elevator man tells the story, the rest happened in this way : “One of ’em,” said he—”1 don’t know which—suddenly, like a clap of thunder out of a clear sky, said • “ ‘Hot, ain’t it?’ “And then,” continued the elevator man, “t’other one said something like: “ ‘It sho’ is.’ "And then,” continued the elevator man. “they stopped and glared at one another a minute, and just about the time I got to the second floor, coming down, one said to the other—I don’t know which: “ 'What’s the temperature?’ “And then the other said, just as quick as a flash— “ ‘I think it must be 250!’ “By that time we had struck the bottom floor, and I couldn’t have stood it any longer. [ flung the door open, and one—I don’t know which—said : “ ‘Good morning,’ and the other said the same thing. And when it was all over, I went up on the return trip thinking what a narrow escape I had made. ” Wood’s Liver Medicine is for the re lief of Malaria, Chills and Fever and all ailments resulting from deranged con dition of the Liver, Kidneys and Blad der. Wood’s Liver Medicine is a tonic to the liver and bowels, relieves sick headache, constipation, stomach, kid ney and liver disorders and acts as a gentle laxative. It is the ideal remedy for fatigue and weakness. Its tonic effects on the entire system felt with the first dose. The $1 size contains nearly 2\ times the quantity of the 50c. size. In liquid firm. Pleasant to take. Huffaker Drug Co. That Baby. Orphan’s Friend. House of Ansel Gunrdian. There was a baby in the railway car the other day. It was not an unusual child, but it had a decidedly bright face and pretty ways. For the first few miles she was very quiet, and her blue eyes looked around in wonderment, for evidently it was the little one's first ride on the cars. Then as she became used to the roar and rumble, the baby proclivities asserted themselves, and she began to play with her father’s mustache. At first the father and mother were the only ones interested, but 9non a young lady in an adjacent seat nudged her escort and directed his attention to the laughing youngster. He looked up, remarked that it was a pretty baby and tried to look uncon cerned ; but it was noticed that his eyes wandered back to the spot occu pied by the happy family, and he com menced to smile. The baby pulled the hair of an old lady in front, who turned around savagely and glared at the fath er with a look that plainly said. “Nui sances should be left at home.” But she caught sight of the laughing eyes of the baby and when she turned back she seemed pleased about something. Several others had become interested in the child by this time—business men and young clerks, old ladies and girls— and when the baby hands grasped the large silk hat of her father and placed it on her own hed, it made such a com ical picture that an old gentleman across the way, unable to restrain himself, burst out into a loud guffaw, and then looked sheepishly out of the window, as if ashamed to be caught doing such an unmanly thing. Before another five minutes he was playing peek-a-boo across the aisle with the baby, and everyone was envying him. The ubiquitous young man, ever on the move, passed through, and was at a loss to account for the frowns of ev erybody. He had failed to notice the baby. The brakeman looked in from his post on the platform and smiled. The paper boy found no customer till he had spoken to the baby and jingled his pocket change for her edification. The conductor caught the fever and chuckled the little one under the chin, while the old gentleman across the aisle forgot to pass up his ticket, so in terested was he playing peek-a-boo. The old lady in front relaxed, and div ing into her satchel unearthed a bril liant red apple and presented it bash fully to her babyship, who, i sponse, put her chubby arms around the donor’s neck and pressed her rosy little mouth to the old lady’s cheek. It brought back a flood of remembrances to that withered heart, and a handker chief was seen to brush first this way and then that, as if to catch a falling tear. The train sped on and pulled into the station where the baby, with her par ents, was to leave the car. A look of regret came over every face. The old gentleman asked if he couldn’t kiss it just once; the old lady returned the ca ress she had received and the baby moved toward the door, shaking a bye bye over the shoulder of her papa, to which every one responded, including the newsboy, who emphasized his fare well with a wave of his hat. The pas sengers rushed to the side where the baby got off and watched till she turn ed out of sight at the other end of the station, shaking bye-byes all the time Then they lapsed into silence. They missed that baby, and not one of them would be willing to acknowledge it The little one’s presence had let a rift of sunshine into every heart, warm or cold, in that car. At the time of the Cherry Creek flood, which played havoc with the then struggling village of Denver, upon the outskirts of the settlement lived in a cabin an old character known as Beav er Bill and his wife. The freshet car ried away everything save Bill him self, including his spouse. The loss of her seemed to impress Beaver Bill less than the loss of the other things ; but a volunteer party worked valiantly to find her for him. At last, wet and weary, they must fain report to him failure. “Where did you search?” he de manded. “All the way downstream foi^two miles, Bill,” they asserted. “Oh, hell,” he drawled, disgusted. “You want to do your searching up stream. She’s too contrary ever to float down.” Drummer (settling bill in Eagle House. Hay field) -- "Pardon my curiosi ty, sir, but what do you stuff your beds with in this hotel?” Landlord (proudly)—“Best straw to be had in this hull country, b’gosh!” Drummer—“Ah ! That is very inter esting. 1 know now where the straw came from that broke the camel’s hack.” Operation for piles will not he neces sary if you use ManZan Pile Remedy. Put up ready to use. Guaranteed. Price l 50c. Try it. Huffaker Drug Co. Sneering at Joe Brown. Albany Herald. It is a matter of regret that some of the newspapers of the State whose support was not given to Hon. Joseph M. Brown’s candidacy for the Demo cratic nomination for the Governorship are disposed to pursue him with sneers because he shrinks from appearing be fore the public as an orator or public speaker. The evident purpose of such sneering is to discredit Mr. Brown’s ability as a man capable of considering and comprehending issues of the day and questions of public interest. Dur ing the campaign those who opposed Mr. Brown charged that he was ‘afraid to show himself in public.” and persisted in saying things about him which were calculated to create the impression that he was a mental weakling- - for no other reason, for sooth, than his refusal to “take the stump’’ or appear on any occasion as a public speaker. And it is to be regretted that since he won the Democratic nomination by a most decisive majority in a most re markable campaign, these sneering critics continue to embrace every pass ing opportunity to make disparaging reference to his continued disinclina tion to appear as a public speaker. Although Mr. Brown shrinks from the limelight of the rostrum or hust ings, nobody who knows him can doubt for a moment that he is a man of more than prdinary mental endowment and force of character. His written ad dresses to the people of Georgia during the State campaign were not the pro ducts of a mental weakling. They ap pealed to the people more strongly than did the eloquence of spell-binders who went all over the State making war on his candidacy, and the force of his logic and argument submitted to the people in that memorable campaign has not been broken until this day. In view of these facts, still fresh in the memory of the people of Georgia, is it not time for the sneering at Joe Brown on account of his refusal to make his debut as an orator or public speaker should cease? Mr. Brown is to-day the standard-bearer of the Dem ocratic party of Georgia by the ex pressed will of the people, and it is mighty small politics for those who fought him in the campaign in which he was the victor to pursue him with sneers for his personal diffidence. Some men are gifted with an easy flow of language, eloquence of speech and the self-confidence necessary for appearing to advantage as public speakers, while others are not. Mr. Brown has led a life of retirement, and has never had occasion to cultivate the art of public speaking, and he has dis played that good sense which has dis tinguished his family for two genera tions in Georgia by declining to be ei ther decoyed or driven into a position in which he feels that he would, sim ply on account of his personal diffi dence, perhaps appear to disadvantage. Some of the ablest men and most forceful characters in history have been known to shrink on all occasions from appearing as public speakers, and proof is not lacking to show that the mental capacity and force of all men is not to be measured by their accom plishments in a gabfest or on the hust ings. The Girl Minus the Hat. Washington Herald. We do not know—we almost fear to hope, whether it is the setting in of a new fashion, this charming custom of girls going about hatless; but if it is. let us welcome it with exceeding joy. She is becoming ubiquitous, this girl without a hat, and in the street or on the street car, in the parks, wherever she may be. she adds beauty to the landscape and picturesqueness to the view. More welcome, too, will the new-old custom of the fair sex be if one of its results is the dethroning of that awful monstrosity, the “Merry Widow” hat, that dire shape of straw that mows a swath of discomfort through our thor oughfares and which has added to the burdens of a torrid summer. Let us hope that the new style of feminine bare-headedness has come about through female recognition of the eter nal verity of the poet who declared that the crowning glory of a woman is her hair. It may be that the girls who are braving convention, declaring their freedom from the thralls of the millin er, and making life more beautiful by discarding their hats, need encourage rnent. For heaven’s sake, let us all get together ar.d praise the sex for its good sense. We should say, at a rough esti mate, that the matrimonial chances of the girl without a hat. as against the girl with a “Merry Widow,” were at least a hundred to one, and that should help some, if its truth can be proved. All hail to the sensible American girl, and the crown of her glorious hair! Have Had Fallacious Teaching. David F. Dyer in The Reaflon. What has become of that old stock phrase that used to be such a familiar sight in the editorial columns of South ern newspapers up to four or five years ago, which ran about as follows: “The only solution of the race problem is the education of the negro.” Until half a dozen years ago no Southern publication was regarded as orthodox unless it ran in that stereo typed sentiment at least as often as an issue was put into circulation. In the absence of details and specifi cations, which were always omitted, there were many skeptics who could never be brought to see just how edu cation was going to make the negro satisfied to keep to the hoe and the plow and the timber axe. But all the dailies and weeklies said it would. So did the statesmen and politicians who were called upon to say something and could think of nothing else to say. The stock phrase has now gone out of usage—cast into the melting pot perhaps, or out of the office window, and is not seen any more. The reason for its discard probably lies in the fact that everybody has no ticed that as soon as the negro can re cite “Twinkle. Twinkle, Little Star,” and acquires the ability to figure prob lems in short division, he achieves an aversion to activity in the cotton field and the turpentine camp, and busies himself with manifestations of disap proval of the Southern ideal of the su premacy of the white race. The Southern white taxes himself to educate the negro, then sees the latter embark for the North or West, where he hopes to enjoy the social recognition properly denied him in the South. Some persons, figuring from an in dustrial and economical viewpoint, see in the exodus of the blacks nothing but disaster to the Southern employers of labor, and ask themselves if, after all. some mistake has not been made, and if the millions for negro education have not been misspent. These persons fail to take into ac count the exquisite revenge we of the South are wreaking upon our brethren of the North for their vindictive action fastening the Fourteenth and Fif teenth Amendments to the Constitu tion upon the Southland at a time when she lay helpless in defeat. We are teaching the negro jupt enough in our public schools to render him dissatisfied with his lot of being a negro. Then we ship him North and West to harass with his vote and to ex asperate with his ambitions for social equality the very persons who gave him the right of suffrage and instilled in him the ideas of social equality, at a time when these people believed the negro would always reside in the South. Let the good work go on. Let the North have all the discontented blacks we can produce, even if State appro priations shall be made to pay their railroad fare. He rejoiced in the euphonious name of Wood, and he prided himself on his jokes and smart repartee. Few of his friends had escaped the lash of his tongue and he had victimized many by his practical jokes—in fact, he never lost an opportunity of being funny. One day he met a friend whose name was Stone, and naturally a name like that was too good to miss. “Good morning, Mr. Stone,” he said, glibly; “and how is Mrs. Stone and all the little pebbles?” “Oh, quite well, Mr. Wood,” was the reply. “How is Mrs. Wood and all the little splinters?” WHAT THE KIDNEYS DO. Us A dollar in your hand is better than two in another's pocket. Their Unceasing Work Keeps Strong and Healthy. All the blood in the body passes through the kidneys once every three minutes. The kidneys filter the blood. They work night and day. When healthy they remove about 500 grains of impure matter daily. When un healthy some part of this impure mat ter is left in the blood. This brings on many diseases and symptoms—pain in the back, headache, nervousness, hot, dry skin, rheumatism, gout, grav el, disorders of the eyesight and hear ing, dizziness, irregular heart, debili ty, drowsiness, dropsy, deposits in the urine, etc. But if you keep the filters right you will have no trouble with your kidneys. C. L. Baker, 112 Jackson St., New- nan, Ga., says: “Riding over rough roads has been a severe strain on my kidneys and as a result 1 suffered off and on for years frim a dull aching in my hack. The kidney secretions were also disordered and from this [ realized that my kidneys were in an unhealthy condition. A short time ago I learned about Doan’s Kidney Pills and procur ing a box at Peniston’s drug store I began their use. They relieved me promptly and I am sure it will not be long before every symptom of kidney trouble will be banished from my sys tem.” 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.