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THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIV.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 8, 1909.
NO. 15.
Old Friends Under New
Firm Name.
BLIND TO HIMSELF.
He was constantly looking: about for (laws.
But he never had any himself:
He would dig; for defects in a man without cause,
But he never had any himself.
He was ever suspicious: he’d always suspect
Every person he met had some awful defect—
In saints or in sinners, 'twaa the same every sect,
But he never had any himself!
He found them in men who were upright and true,
But he never had any himself:
He found them in women as pure as the dew,
But he never had any himself.
High and low, far and wide, he would always
appear
With a curl of the lip and a taunt and a sneer;
No person was honest and upright, that’s eleai—
Except that it might he himself.
It’s the way of the world; you have all met the
man
Who never finds flaws in himself:
Avoid him; sidetrack him: try any old plan —
This man who is blind to himself.
Every soul has its flaws as a rose has its thorn.
And out from the flaws are the pure and good
born;
To the top they will rise, in spite of the scorn
Of the man who is blind to himself.
THE SALUBRIOUS MARSUPIAL.
On Jan. i our old firm was reorganized
under the corporate name of 1. G. FAR
MER & SONS CO., and many changes
have been found necessary in adjusting our
business methods to the new order of things.
Among others was the opening of a new set
of books. Going over our old books we dis
covered a number of unsettled accounts.
These must be closed up in some shape, and
we therefore urge all parties who have been
neglectful about these matters to come for-
ward at once and make settlement. Let’s be
gin the New Year by getting the “records
We will all feel better for it.
straight.”
T. G. FARMER & SONS CO.
The Pa^t Year Has Been a
Harry Fisher, Georgia’s Famous ’Pos
sum Expert, Finds Affinity in
President-Elect Taft.
When a delegation of prominent At
lantans called upon Mr. Taft a few
days ago in Augusta to arrange the de
tails of his visit to Atlanta, the spokes
man asked him if he had any sugges
tions to offer relative to preparations
for the banquet. ‘‘Just one,” smiling
ly replied the big Ohioan. ‘‘I have
had a lifetime longing to taste ’pos
sum and ’taters. My visit to the South
would be incomplete unless this wish
is realized.” Mr. Taft’s wish will be
gratified and there will be “ ’possum
and ’taters” for the guest of honor.
Southerners are traditionally partial to
this dish, and it may be said that when
the President-elect announced his de
sire for this favorite dish, he but fur
ther endeared himself to the people of
this section, and it is confidently pre
dicted that he will experience an even
more kindly feeling toward the South
after he has partaken of the juicy ’pos
sum meat and Georgia yams.—Press
Dispatch.
Very Prosperous One
With us, which shows that giving the best
goods for the least money wins many friends.
This year, by buying in larger quantities,
we are able to give first-class goods at prices
even cheaper than many ask for inferior ones.
5,000 lbs. Scooter Plows, all sizes.
i,ooo lbs. North Georgia Turners.
5 doz. Johnson & Roop Wings,
i oo best Plow-stocks you ever saw.
50 common Plow-stocks.
350 cotton Collars.
50 leather Sweeny Collars.
100 pairs Traces.
50 Cook Stoves.
Make up your bill for your farming goods,
and call to see us. We have the goods, and
can fill the bill.
Kirby-Bohannon Hardware Co.,
Telephone 201.
Atlanta Constitution.
‘‘I am glad to see the ’possum-eating
politicians back in favor, and it Mr.
Taft makes as good a President as the
’possum-loving Governors ot Georgia—
W. Y. Atkinson and Joseph M. Terrell
—he will give us the finest Govern
ment in the world,” said Harry C.
Fisher, known all over the land as the
premier ’possum connoisseur of both
hemispheres. There are few ’possum-
lovers in Georgia who have not been
his guest at some time. This premier
connoisseur, of Newnan, Ga., was visit
ed yesterday to procure the best infor
mation to be had regarding this far-
famed little animal.
That Mr. Fisher is very fond of ’pos
sum is admitted by all of his friends.
There is no topic under the radiant sun
which pleases him more than a con
versation regarding the virtues of that
richest of all dishes.
“ ’Possum makes good politicians.
Mean men can’t love ’possum,” said
Mr. Fisher. ‘‘Good fat men, like Mr.
Taft, like good fat ’possum, and when
the President-elect has tasted of one
dish of that rare morsel, he will leave
Atlanta with roseate thoughts of the
greatest dinner he ever attended.
‘‘The ’possum is a strange animal,
say the zoologists. Its habitat is more
correctly in Walker and Gordon coun
ties, Georgia. Its foremost enemy is
Gongressman Gordon Lee. who has at
tained a distinct reputation as the
greatest ’possum hunter in the South.
“Unfortunately, Congressman Lee is
now in Panama, and cannot come to the
rescue of the Atlanta Chamber of Com
merce for it’s ’possum dinner. I am
rather sad that Congressman Lee can
not be with us. He has found more
’possums than any other man living,
and he has found the fattest ones ex
tant.
‘‘There are two essentials in serving
the dish: ’Possum is good by itself.
’Possum is fine with 'taters. ’Possum is
far superior to the ambrosia of the
gods when it is served with ’taters and
’simmon beer. ’Possum with ’taters
and persimmon, in barbecued style, is
the most delectable dish that any chef
ever attempted to create.
"The ’possum roams about in the
night, and remains in seclusion during
the day. The ’possum is afraid of its
shadow. Nevertheless, even with all of
these characteristics, the animal quite
often manages to weigh from ten to
eleven pounds. Lean ’possum is no
good. The only ’possum is the fat
’possum. The Chamber of Commerce
must then procure fat ’possums for
that dinner to Mr. Taft, or it. will not
be a success.
“Some people say there is such a
thing as a short-tailed ’possum. Others
say it h?s a long tail. Some refer to
the 'possum as being gray, others as
black, blue, brown and green. There is
only one kind of ’possum. That is the
gray animal with the long tail. That
the fame of the animal far surpasses
that of any other animal in the world
goes without saying. The ’possum is
known north, south, east and west, and
even in parts of Georgia. It is famous
because—well, why are great men fa
mous? The world becomes infatuated
with some one or many of their good
traitB or achievements. Well, the
world has become infatuated with the
’rich flavor of ’possum meat.
“I don’t know exactly just why ’ta
ters, preferably the old-fashioned
yam, are served with the dish, nor
why persimmon beer is such a good af
termath. It is curious enough, though.
Perhaps it came about in this wise:
Necessity is the mother of invention.
No meal is complete without three
courses. As yams, persimmon beer and
’possum are about the most seasonable
edibles to be found for the price, (that
is, in some localities,) the three courses
were made out with these. If this is
not true, then 1 can only say that 'ta
ters ami ’simmon beer are used be
cause--well, just try the combination.
It takes all three to make a man feel
good. One without the other doesn’t
constitute a ’possum feast.
“Why are ’possum feasts always so
enjoyable? I have never been able to
solve. 1 really think that there is some
thing in the meat that makes every
one happy. Should it not be that, per
haps it is the yams, or else the beer, (l
am not saying what kind, you under
stand). Those who know most about
the pleasurable feeling may he able to
tell—experience is the one needful part
of the programme.
“Why is it fat people like ’possum?
That I cannot tell. I must say, how
ever, that if Mr. Taft is given the
right kind of ’possum, Atlanta will
have made more headway in pleasing
a President and incurring his special
favor than they have ever done in the
past. I expect to publish a book of
synonyms soon, and for the words suc
cess, pleasure, good cheer, happiness, I
will place 'possum as the strongest.”
Mr. Fisher then told of a great ’pos
sum supper he gave several years ago
at Newnan, Ga. It is known far and
wide as the greatest ’possum feast in
the history of the South, or, more prop
erly speaking, of the world. There
were over five hundred people present,
and every one of them ate ’possum,
more ’possum, and drank persimmon
beer until—there was no more to drink.
In concluding his expert opinion on
’possum, Mr. Fisher said:
‘‘Give us the ’possum-loving politi
cian, and you will see everyone happy.
Give us the ’possum-loving Governor,
and you will all be bright and cheerful.
Give us a ’possum-loving President,
and the White House will radiate with
peace and prosperity and joy for years
to cor.;,;. ”
New Registration Law.
Opflethorpe Echo.
It is a fact not generally known that
our State registration law was materi
ally altered in one particular by the
Legislature at its last regular session.
This change closes the registration
for any election six months prior to
the date of the election. Just why the
change should have been made, and
why so much time should have been
named between the closing of the reg
istration and the election, we fail to
see. It appears to us to be a regu
lation that is calculated to bring about
confusion and inconvenience.
Under this law no election can be
held during the first six months of
year. All registration is for elections
held within the calendar year, and
therefore no registration for the year
1909, for instance, will be good for any
election held before July of that year.
Usually our primaries are held before
that month, so under this new law they
will have to be held later, or there can
be no legal vote cast in them.
Then, in case of the death of a county
officer in the first month of a year, the
office would have to remain vacant
until half the year had expired before
an election could be held to fill it, and
then there would be few voters quali
fied to vote in the election.
To be prepared for such an emer
gency, it would behoove voters to regis
ter at as early a date as possible
the year, for under this law those who
register in January can vote in elec
tions occuring as late as during July
and it may be that some important
special election will have to be held by
hat time, or some time during the
year, at least.
We have thought and held that regis
tration books should be closed thirty
days prior to elections in order to give
the registrars ample time to revise and
rectify the lists and get them in shape
for the election, hut there can be no
reason at all that we can see in closing
the books so long a time before elec
tions as the new law requires. It is
sure to create confusion, and in case
of special elections, is certain to dis
franchise many voters.
It is another of the several things
done by the last Legislature for which
there is no rhyme or reason.
Every Woman Will Be Interested.
There has recently been discovered
an aromatic, pleasant herb cure for
woman’s ills, called Mother Gray’s
Australian-Leaf. It is the only certain
regulator. Gures female weaknesses
and backache, kidney, bladder and uri
nary troubles. At all drugigists, or by
mail 50c. Sample free. Address, The
Mother Gray Co.. LeRoy, N. Y.
The most popular age with woman is
marri-rage.
Kisses That Cheapen and Kisses
That Sweeten.
There is probably not a man alive
who would not smile in unconcealed
amusement could lie realize the awful
depths of conscious guilt and repen
tance into which the youthful maiden
sinks immediately after her first kiss.
It might almost be a blow, so fear
fully aware is she of its existence for
hours after its happening.
She blushes and flutters whenever
eyes are upon her, and feels—oh, little
Miss Rosebud Innocence! -as if that
kiss were printed large for all to read.
And without knowing exactly why,
she feels also that it ought not to have
happened, and that she and the other
person concerned are both vastly to
blame.
It might he mentioned that, in the
confused medley of feelings that beset
her. she is acutely aware that she is
glad it happened! For the first kiss,
even when bestowed by a person of no
special importance, is a landmark in a
girl’s life.
Nothing is quite the same again.
Childish things are left forever more
behind. In a word—she has arrived.
Of course, by the first kiss, one un
derstands the first kiss that matters.
The first kiss from a lover’s lips.
All the kisses kissed in play by
childish or boyish sweethearts need not
be counted. To the girl they were
just as much a part of the game as the
handkerchief that fell first on her
shoulder.
But when a lover kisses her!
The younger she is, the sterner the
social code and judgment of dear little
Miss Rosebud.
“People have no right to kiss unless
they are engaged,” is, very properly,
one of the most fixedly implanted ideas
in the mind of carefully brought up
girldom.
It is for this reason that, besides the
pleasing, flattered flutter that besets
her, Miss Rosebud is invariably more
or less angry with the bold masculine
person who has dared to take a privi
lege to which he has no right.
She persuades herself that she must
have been behaving quite badly, that
he cannot respect her properly, or he
never would have dared !
And that she should so think and feel
is absolutely right and desirable.
Jt is true that by the time she is a
few years older she will probably
regard such lapses of conduct with a
somewhat more lenient eye, and the
fact that a kiss is oftenest the prelude
to an engagement, as well as its lead
ing theme, will have dawned upon her.
The pity is that as the weeks and
months go by, bringing many a gay
wooer in their train, (for “when maid
ens are fair, many lovers will come!”)
sometimes a charming damsel drifts to
the other extreme, and comes to re
gard kisses and embraces much as she
regards the roses and bonbons that ac
company even the mildest of flirtations.
She no longer regards a kiss as a
precious privilege reserved solely for
those she loves, and who have a right
to take them. Without even the excuse
furnished by Christmas customs and
mistletoe boughs, she allows Tom and
Dick and Harry the rights of lawful,
engaged lovers, although in her heart
sue knows her interest in them is as
short-lived as the mystery and moon
light of the walks and talks that lead
to such indiscreet salutations.
Without in the least desiring that old
heads should grow on young shoulders,
ut grieve when this is the
one can
case.
The fragrance is being insensibly
stolen from the rose, the bloom brushed
off the peach.
Love, it has often been said, is the
atmosphere in which a woman’s beauty
blooms. I The consciousness of being
loved is. in truth, the greatest beauti-
fier in the world.
But to know herself beloved, and to
allow a lover who perhaps does not
even desire to become more than a
summer day admirer, to make love, are
widely different things.
They were telling how well they
could shoot, and Tom Dawson recalled
a duck hunt in which he had brought
down five birds with one shot.
“Talk about shootin’,” began Old
Man Ti 1 ford ; “I saw Jim Ferris do a
mighty neat piece of work one day last
week. His wife was putting out the
washing and she was complaining about
the pesky sparrows making d'rt marks
on the damp clothes with their feet.
“ ‘They’re thick as bees ’round here,’
says she. ‘There’s seven of ’em sittin’
on the clothes line this blessed minute.’
“ ‘I’ll fix ’em,’ says Jim, takin’
down his shot-gun, which he alius keeps
loaded with fine hirdshot. He tiptoed
to the door, took aim, and—”
“Killed every one of them spar
rows,” broke in Dawson.
“You’re wrong.” corrected Tilford,
calmly; "he never touched ’em, but
when his wife took in the washin’ she
found she had three pair of open-work
stockin’s and a fine peek-a-boo shirt
waist.”
Dying Refrain of the Old Year.
Mrs. Alexnndor Miller in Savannah Press.
Slowly, wearily, tott.eringly, with pal
sied hands, with hair whitened by the
frosty rime of age, I rise before you,
my friends, to say the saddest word
that ever fell from human tongue—a
word that robs the cheek of its bloom,
the eye of its light, the heart of its
freshness and life of its joy the word
farewell.
In my strong and ruddy youth joyous
bells and glad voices bade me a merry
welcome, and even now my aged veins
feel something of the exultant thrill
with which 1 surveyed my new and
wonderful empire. A crown resplend
ent with twelve glittering jewels be
decks my brow -jewels precious, costly
and rare, fresh from the hands of God,
they held a nation’s destiny, a soul’s
reward. To-night that crown presses
heavily, its jewels soiled and stained,
some of them lie trampled in the dust,
torn and bedraggled, there to await
the judgment day.
The record has been a strange med
ley. Side by side with the sleep of the
innocent babe glows the sullen red of
murder; the outstretched hand of be
nevolence is thrust aside by the lust of
greed and gain ; the onward march of
truth, justice and temperance is stayed
by tlie deadly arrows of falsehood, per
jury and defiance of law; ambition’s
cruel grasp holds in hdllow mockery its
struggling victim ; the cry of distress,
the wail of woe, is heard while revelry
and mirth waltz gaily on. The untar
nished jewel bears the inscription,
“The only true and living God.”
Perhaps some heart is happier, some
burden lightened, some soul saved;
hut not all—no, not all—and the one
heart saddened, the one eye burdened,
overshadows the greatest glory. No
pale ghost of 1908 will haunt your
doors, for there is no resurrection of
the dead years. The fiat has. already
gone forth, “And the angel of the Lord
shall stand one foot on land and one on
sea and declare that time was, but shall
be no more.” But deeds, they have no
death. Your deeds, at the last great
day they will rise to confront you, a
blessing or a curse. Those jewels will
again be placed upon your brow, a
blessing or a curse.
My life’s sands are running out. Soon
the Old Year will be numbered with
the things that were. Gone, forever
gone, and I must say farewell. Darker
and darker grows the way, colder and
colder grows the air; cold, pale hands
are beckoning; strange, weird voices
are calling, calling; now near, now far,
calling, calling.
The shadows are creeping nearer, the
lights are growing dimmer, slower
beats the life-blood, darker and darker
rtows the way; good friends, dear
friends, farewell!
“Do you give gas here?” asked a
wild looking man who rushed into a
dentist’s.
“We do,” replied the dentist.
“Does it put a fellow to sleep?”
‘‘It does.”
“Sound asleep; so you can’t wake
him up?”
“Yes.”
“You could break his jaw or black
his eye and he wouldn’t feel it?”
‘‘He would know nothing about it.”
“How long does he sleep?”
“The physical insensibility produced
by inhaling the gas lasts a minute, or
probably a little less.
“I expect that’s long enough. Got it
all ready for a fellow to take?”
“Yes. Take a seat in this chair and
show me your tooth.”
“Tooth nothing,” said the excited
caller, beginning rapidly to remove his
coat and vest. “I want you to pull a
porous plaster off my back.”
“Fir—Miss Brown—er—do you think
your father would oppose my marrying
you?”
“If he feels as I do he would!”
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