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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!” CAN’T BE SEPARATED. Some Newnan People Have Learned How to Get Rid of Both. Backache and kidney ache are twin brothers. You can’t separate them. And you can’t get rid of the back ache until you cure the kidney ache. If the kidneys are well and strong, the rest of the system is pretty sure to be in vigorous health. Doan’s Kidney Pills make strong, healthy kidneys. Mrs. Mary D. Hollis, 124 Spring St., Newnan, Ga., says: “From personal experience l can recommend Doan’s Kidney Pills as a valuable kidney rem edy. F’or several years I was bothered by dull pains in the small of my back, which were sometimes so severe that I could hardly do anything. The kidney secretions were much too frequent in action, and at night disturbed my rest a great deal. A short time ago a friend advised me to try Doan’s Kidney Pills, and I procured a box at Lee Bros', drug store. I am now much better in every way and have every hope of soon receiving a complete cure.” 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.