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THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER VOL. XLIV. NEWNAN, OA„ FRIDAY, JANUARY 22, 1909 NO. 17. •w = ** = ♦ = «« = •0 t *0* 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. ?•> — 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. 44 #4 44 44 44 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. 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