THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIV.
NEWNAN, OA„ FRIDAY, JANUARY 22, 1909
NO. 17.
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HEADQUARTERS
FOR LOW PRICES
On Groceries and
Farm Supplies.
We anticipated the market, and bought very
heavily before the advance. We have
now in stock—
400 barrels Flour at miller’s cost.
4,000 lbs. Tobacco at factory prices.
750 gallons pure Georgia Ribbon Cane Syrup.
1,000 gallons New Orleans Syrup, from the lowest to the
highest grades.
3,000 lbs. best Compound Lard, bought before the rise. We
can do you good on this lot.
Just Arrived.
One car-load Texas Rust-proof Oats, one car-load 90-Day
Burt Oats.
Our stock of Dry Goods, Boots and Shoes is complete.
All farmers wanting supplies for their farms and
tenants, either for cash or on time, will
find it to their advantage to see
before placing their ac
counts for the
new vear
T. G. Farmer & Sons Co.
You are always welcome at our store.
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GRACE FOR THE NEW YEAR.
Lord, for what we have received.
Learned and loved, unlearned, achieved;
For our measure of success.
Failures, cares and fears no less;
For the joy and stress and strife.
All that truly counts ns life;
For the kindness and the grace
On each friendly human face;
For a larger trust in Thee-
May we truly thankful bo!
And for what, if we should live.
We are going to receive;
For the rapture and the pain
Certain to be ours again;
For the future, still unseen.
And the veil that hangs between,
For the knowledge all is right,
Though the darkness hide the light.
Though Death himself should draw his
sword—
Make us truly thankful, Lord.
—[E. F. Howard.
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The Pasd Year Has Been a
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.
*[j 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.
The Last Rose.
Bridges Smith in Macon Telegraph.
Through the window of a sick room
a sick man looked out upon bis little
circumscribed world, and saw the old
year die.
The sick man was petulant. The
doctor’s orders had been strict. He
was not to leave that room. These doc
tors know too much.
True, the perspiration of weakness,
the aftermath of sickness, stood out in
tiny drops and was cooled to chilliness
by the breath of fresh air the sick man
longed for, craved, and thus proved
the doctor’s wisdom, but there was so
much for the sick man to do, so much
he must leave to others, and so much—
the conceited wretch—he thought he
could do better than others.
It was the same, perhaps, with the
old year. There was so much that
could have been done, should have been
done, and now it was dying with so
much undone.
Ah! There was the worry of it. In
his petulaney the sick man turned from
the dying embers in the grate into
which he had been gazing long at (ire-
pictures, and looked out of the window.
In front and around were the homes
of the neighbors, and the neighbor’s
children playing in the yards and the
street, frolicking in the glorious sun
shine of an ideal December day in the
South. Passing to and fro were fami
liar faces of those men he knew, all
hurrying past, with no thought of the
sick man at the window.
How the sick man, imprisoned within
his four walls, longed to have given
those people the hailing sign of the
brotherhood of man—the good morning !
Between the window and the street
line was the front yard, and in it the
winter-stricken flower hushes and the
shrubbery. The last days of the old
year had stripped the bushes of their
foliage, but the hushes, robbed as they
had been, of their beauty of leaf, bore
their last flowers—their roses, as if
having saved them through all the
chilling blasts for this last day, some
to lay upon the bier of the dead year,
some to lay at the feet of the new year.
Beautiful roses! In the June that
had passed those roses, from the bushes
now so bare of leaf, had made sweet
and bright the wedding scene. Then
they were in all their glory. Full-pet-
alled, rich in perfume, grand in color.
Thence onward to the end they grew
and grew and queened it over the other
flowers until they, one by one, fell at
the first touch of the frost. But the
roses lived. The leaves of the bushes
browned and blackened and finally
shriveled and fell, but the rose lived
on. The year was to die, and the rose
wanted to be in at the death !
Yesterday those roses were in bloom ;
tc-day they will be plucked, and from
the vase in my lady’s chamber they
will tell the story of the last rose—the
last rose of the dead year.
Yesterday they were the sick man’s
joy. He looked out from the window
of his prison, and he saw his little
world. There was one single rose lift
ing its head proudly above the leafless
bushes, while all else of its kind was
dead.
That one rose, in its loneliness, sur
viving its loving companions that had
gone to bedeck the hair ot a lovely
woman, or as a simple tribute to the
loving dead—that one rose marked the
passing, stood between the old and the
new year, the old crowded with
events, and the new fraught with
events we know not of.
There it was, viewed from this prison
window, to brighten the sick man’s con
valescing days, those days of all days
when he longed to he out and mingling
with the people, when he finds how
much he has to do, how much he has
left for others to do, and how much -
the conceited wretch—he could have
done had not this sickness ov. r.aken
him.
Beautiful rose! How well thou de-
s'rveth the title of queen! For queen
I h m art, of all Nature’s sweetest and
most beautiful floral gifts to man!
Thou bloomest in all thy regal splendor
when others bloom and blossom and
strive in color, in perfume, in beauty to
outrival you, and yet you survive them
all and bloometh now when all your
rivals perish. You live on to see the
old year die, and you live on to see the
coming of the new.
Beautiful rose!
Those who dodge work are apt to be
dodged by the reward.
Reform of Wall Street.
Atlanta Constitution.
Wall street’s great gambling ex
changes must he reformed or they must
cease to exist.
Slowly the coils of public disapproval
have been tightening. The sentiment
that destroyed the Louisiana Lottery in
1893 has been crystallizing against the
entrenched gamblers of Wall street.
The personnel of the committee ap
pointed by Gov. Hughes, of New York,
to investigate the methods and prac
tices of the speculative exchanges, fur
nishes the basis for strong hope of
good results.
Bankers, lawyers, editors, industrial
leaders and public officials compose the
investigating committee. Gov. Hughes,
in asking them to render this public
service, informed his appointees they
must act “without oiler of compensa
tion or indemnity for expense.”
Outwardly Wall street professes to
welcome the investigation. Rejecting
all suggestions of a possible reform
from within, it now assumes to he glad
of an investigation by outsiders.
The influence of this investigation
will not he confined to New York State,
whose laws it is proposed to amend.
Wall street gambling affects every
man, woman and child in the United
States. It regulates the price of agri
cultural products in the hands of the
producer. It holds a sword over every
industrial worker. It controls -the mon
ey supply of the country and its panics
paralyze the country’s business.
No better proof of Wall street’s char
acter as the stronghold of gamblers is
needed than the actual figures of its op
erations. It has made a football of the
people’s property which it does not
own, but which it can vitally affect. It
has played fast and loose with $20,000,-
000 of wealth every year.
No legitimate business in the world
could make such a showing.
In one year the New York stock ex
change reported sales of 280,418,601
shares of stock.
In one year the cotton crop was sold
ten times over.
The consolidated exchange in an
equal period pretended to buy and sell
160,000,000 shares of stock and 193,884,-
000 bushels of wheat- one-fourth of the
total wheat crop.
Tlie i ansactions in stocks were three
times in amount the total valuation of
all the railroads in the United States.
The claim that this is “business” is
farcical.
The country at last knows the secret
of “wash sales,” by which one hand of
a broker washes the other. Under this
beneficent scheme one agent offers
goods in the pit and another agent of
the same broker buys them in and thus
beats up or down the price of the com
modity ostensibly traded in.
Let the committee not overlook the
menace to the country’s business of
matched orders, sales in circles, and
other inside measures for fleecing out
side speculators.
Let the committee not overlook the
menace to the country's business pros
perity of the over-certification of check
by a few unscrupulous hankers who
risk penitentiary sentences in order to
aid in mad and dishonest speculation.
The Constitution, aided by the Far
mers’ Union, has made a vigorous and
determined fight for the reform of the
cotton exchanges of the country. The
crusade of Gov. Hughes differs only in
extent. As New York harbors the
greatest number of gambling ex
changes, it is most appropriate that
the State administration should wage
relentless war until better conditions
are brought about.
Gov. Hughes, by aiding his commit
tee of investigation to the extent of his
ability and by pushing through correc
tive measures, will render a service to
the whole country vastly greater in ex
tent than those which followed his in
surance investigation.
In this connection it would be inter
esting to learn what has become of the
investigation by the bureau of corpora
tions of the Department of Commerce
and Labor into the cotton exchanges.
The preliminary reports were issued a
year ago.
What of the final recommendations?
What reforms are needed 7 What are
urged?
The South awaits with keenest con
cern the answer to these questions,
which affect the prosperity of her
greatest industry.
This is but one phase of the problem
of reforming Wall street’s method of
doing business.
Until that problem is settled, the
best advice is, “Keep out of the
Street.”
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. Cures 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 Farmers’ Creed.
Southern Cultivator.
1 believe in the trinity of deep prepa
ration, liberal fertilization and rapid
cultivation of the soil.
1 believe in the making and saving of
barnyard manure as the standard of all
fertilizing material, and as the surest
means of enriching our soil so as to
make paying crops.
I believe in the imperative necessity
of adding humus to our soil.
1 believe in the great value of rota
tion of crops and of the planting of the
legumes to add fertility to our soil and
increase our yields.
I believe in raising cattle upon our
farms, that it is necessary for the pro-
pev development of the highest type of
farmers, as well as a necessary part of
any balance system of farming,
I believe in growing home supplies,
that we may use our time and lands to
best advantage, and for the surest pro
fit and least strain.
I believe in keeping out of debt, so
that we may be able to market our cot
ton and produce only when the market
price will give us a living profit for our
labor.
1 believe, first, in individual effort
and merit, then in co-operntion for the
development of our farmers’ interest
and home industries, that our people
may he more prosperous.
1 believe in home-raised meat, home
grown corn, oats and hay; and then 10-
cent cotton.
I believe in chickens, eggs, butter,
potatoes, melons, onions and cabbage
being raised and grown both for home
use and for sale, to increase the income
from the farm.
I believe in the use of all machinery
that will aid us in the doing of more
and better work with less physical
strain and effort.
I believe in our farmers reading and
improving their minds, relying more
upon brain and less upon the drudge
and more upon the hustling modern
ways of efficiency and skill.
His Understanding of It.
The following characteristic bit of
testimony was given on cross-examina
tion recently in the Chancery Court of
Lauderdale county, Ala., by an old ne
gro man who had been called to testi
fy as to the mental capacity of an aged
negro woman to make a mortgage and
dismiss a suit in chancery :
“What do you understand by a mort
gage, uncle?”
“What I understands by a mortgage?
Well, if 1 gives a mortgage on my place
den I cancelates all my rights, an’
whenever de time comes for de debt to
be paid you would sell my place an’
git de money. ”
“What do you understand a chancery
court is for?”’
“A chancery means de last chance
I has. I puts it in a chancery, an’ den
if de co’t decides ag’in me, whar is I?
I’s gone?!”
“What do you understand by the dis
missal of a hill in chancery court?”
“I think dat gives me a chance to
complain some mo’.”
"Do you think that is about the way
the complainant understood the dis
missal of a hill in chancery court?”
"Well, of co’s, she wouldn’t under
stand chancery co’t as well as I does.”
“Tell us the difference between u
deed and a mortgage.”
“A mortgage des gives up everything
you has, an’ a deed gives a pusson pos
session of de property. De difference
is, if I gives you a deed dar’s a chance
for me hut if I gives you a mor’gage I
ain’t got no mo’ show den a lame rab
bit.”
A traveler in Texas says that he was
riding along a cattle trail near the New
Mexico line, when he met a rather
pompous looking native of the region
who introduced himself as Col. Hig
gins, of Devil’s River.
“Were you ever a colonel in the Con
federate army?” the traveler asked.
“No, sah.”
“In the Union side, then?”
“No, sah; nevah was in no wah.”
“Belong to the Texus Rangers?”
“No, sah ; I do not.”
“Ah, I see; you command one of the
State rnilitia regiments?”
"No, sah; I don’t. Don’t know
nothing about soldiering.”
“Where, then, did you get the rank
of Colonel?”
“Use a kunnel by marriage, sah.”
“By marriage? How’s that?”
“I married the widow of a kunnel,
sah—Kunnel Thompson, of Waco.”
“I guess,” said the Yankee who had
been asked to admire an echo, “I guess
you don’t know anything about echoes
in this country. Why, at my country-
place in the Rocky Mountains, it takes
eight hours to hear the echo of your
voice. When I go to bed I put my head
out of the window and shout, ‘time to
get up!’ and the echo wakes me in the
morning.”
Premature Birth of a New Party.
Philadelphia Record.
A conference was opened in St.
Louis last week for the important pur
pose of founding a new political party.
A scoffer has said that an old woman, a
hell and a cat are about all that is nec
essary to found a new religion, in view
of the numerous sects that have risen
and fallen in the world. But enduring
political parties are not so easily or
ganized, as Know-Nothings, Nativists,
Populists and the recent Independence
party of Henrst have discovered.
Whilst a new political party may have
captains and generals enough, to thrive
it must not only have principles, but a
solid basis in popular support.
It appears that the founders of this
party in embryo, who have not yet
given it a name, propose to establish
it on what they assume to he the wreck
of the defeated Democratic party.
There never was a more foolish politi
cal assumption. Though the Demo
cratic party has experienced greater
defeats, it has never been discouraged,
nor has it lost confidence in the ulti
mate triumph of its policies. Like the
son of Earth, it has risen the stronger
from its fall. Counting all its votes
for President and Congress, it had nu
merically more strength in the last
election than ever before in its history.
The intelligent and patriotic millions
who marched under its banner in this
contest are more convinced than ever
of the vital necessity of maintaining
and transmitting the organization and
the principles of Jefferson and Jackson,
Tilden and Cleveland. What if a few
jackals who have followed the tracks
ot the lion of Democracy drop off here
and th,_re in their despair of spoils?
The party is all the better from such
defection in that by maintaining its
principles it is sure to gain far more
worthy acquisitions. It is gaining them
now in the very days of a defeat in
which it lost much, but nothing in hon
or and political integrity. Any at
tempts to build up new parties out of
the assumed wreck of the national De
mocracy must be doomed to bitter dis
appointment and despair.
It isn’t the straight and narrow path
for the man who is carrying a jag.
A Poser for Mother.
New York TirneH.
Gustave Eberlen, the famous Ger
man sculptor, said the other day in
New York that in beauty of face and
figure the American woman excelled
all others—that the American type of
beauty approached almost absolute per
fection.
“In intelligence as well,” the sculp
tor resumed, “the American woman
excels. But now and then she has the
defect of the intelligent—she is over
positive, she is over-confident. In that
case I like to see her taken down.
"I once met a beautiful and brilliant
American woman on shipboard. She
talked spendidly, hut she was very pos
itive—positive, inded.
“ ‘I am a good reader of faces,’ she
said one day at luncheon. ‘On first
sight of a person I form my opinion of
that person’s character, and 1 am nev
er wrong. I am positively never
wrong.'
“ ‘Mother,’ her little hoy called
shrilly from the other end of the long
table where he sat with his nurse.
“ ‘Well, what is it my son?’ said the
mother, indulgently.
“And we all turned to hear what the
little fellow had to Hay.
‘Mother,’ he piped, ‘I want to
know what was your opinion when you
first suw me?’ ”
“Of course, you know that germs
communicate sickness?”
“Yes,” answered the man who is ap
prehensive about his health, “and the
worst of it is that they get right down
to business in their communications ir-
stead of employing the scientific cir
cumlocution of the medical profession.”
A DANGEROUS MISTAKE.
Newnan Mothera 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 blajne 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. For 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.
