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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIV.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, MAY 21, 1909.
NO. 34.
TAKE WARNING!
II All stock feed is high, and going higher. Everybody
should sow Sorghum and Peas. In Sorghum seed we have
“EARLY AMBER,” “ORANGE” and “RED TOP.”
H Try some of our Alfalfa ground feed. It is cheaper
and better than Corn or Oats.
U We have a fresh stock of International Stock and
Poultry Powders.
*J Medicated Salt Brick—the best physic for rundown
;stock. Takes the place of salt, and is always ready, as
you only have to place the brick in your horse-trough.
<1 Chicken Feed—we have it, and CORNO is the best.
*1 Cotton Seed Meal, Shorts and Bran.
li Four thousand pounds best Compound Lard at best
price.
T. Q. FARMER
& SONS CO
DO YOU NEED A NEW DOGGY?
Now is the time and this is the place to buy one.
We call your attention to the many new and hand
some designs shown, all of which we can recommend
as the latest styles in the vehicular line.
Our stock is now complete with Top Buggies,
Runabouts, etc., fitted with either steel or rubber ■
tires. Our motto is to furnish the trade with the^r
best Buggies that can be produced for the least
money, and the success which has followed our ef
forts, as evidenced by the large yearly increase of
our business, we b 'ieve enables us to serve your
best interest in offering you the most up-to-date
iQl line of Buggies in the trade, and at the most attrac-
tive prices, considering the superior quality of the
work.
Having just finished our new Buggy emporium,
we are in better position than ever before to take
care of our customers. Come in and see our stock
of “White Star” and Barnesville Buggies.
THE WORLD GOES ON.
The world *o»»s onward all the same,
'Mid palms of peace or battle Hume;
One measure of just joy to me.
And one impartial share to thee;
We fight. we plan—our own dream seems
The first and last of all the dreams,
The highest and holiest need
Of life and land and time and deed;—
We vanish—but the world tfoes on
Unto some unrisen dawn!
The world goes onwnrd all the while.
If we weep or if wo smile;
We blow our bubble, ehuse our ray
And have our little part to play.
The chance, the strife, the take and Rive
The living; and the lotting: live—
The coming: forth and groin* by
With winged Icarius to fly;
We fall, we fade, and are undone,
But not the dawn and not the sun!
The world good OfUVfthT fill the time,
With sob and sigh or song and rhyme:
We conte and go and build our spire
And dream our dream of old desire;—
We work and wait and rest and sleep,
And we are dust, and mosses creep;
And all we did to make time sweet
Time treads in dust beneath its feet;
We halt, we pause, our flags are furled.
But ever onward goes the world !
H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO.
A
♦
Author of the First “Rag-Time.”
Atlanta Constitution.
Not everybody knows that the lirst
“rag” ever published was by a Geor
gia man, Charles Astin, of Newnan. It
is called "The Georgia Jubilee.” and
was published in 1889, since which time
it has enjoyed a tremendous sale.
Mr. Astin, not being satisfied with
his title of rag-time pioneer, however,
has seized the ’possum craze by the
forelock, and his latest composition is
‘‘Billy ’Possum,” an intermezzo 'pos
sum trot, which is very appropriately
dedicated to Col. Harry Fisher, of
Newnan, whose prominence was en
hanced during President Taft’s recent
visit in Georgia by Col. Fisher’s suc
cessful exploitation of the superior
claims of Coweta county in the matter
of ’possums.
The new “rag” has been gotten out
in attractive form, with Col. Fisher’s
picture and a ’possum hung on the cov
er. and it has attracted the attention of
the American Musician, to the extent
of a considerable sketch of Mr. Astin,
whose first and favorite compositions
are on serious lines, some of which en
joyed a wide reputation and sale.
The American Musician says in part:
“The most famous work by Charles
Astin is ‘The Georgia Jubilee,’ patrole
de nigggah, originally published in
1889 under the non de plume of Carl
Lexhoizt. ‘The Georgia Jubilee’ is the
first ‘rag’ ever published and has had a
phenomenal sale these twenty years
past. It is now revised and republished
by The Coweta Music Co., of Newnan,
Ga.
“Mr. Astin is a musician of note
throughout the Southern Atlantic
States, particularly Georgia, and plays
the piano, violin and pipe organ equally
well. Previous to 1889 Mr. Astin had
never played other than classic music,
but was at that time induced to publish
‘The Georgia Jubilee’ in the following
manner. He decided that he would try
to sell pianos, but found the sober clas
sics would not win the appreciation of
the people in the country and smaller
towns. As Mr. Astin was never known
to do things by halves, he got the farm
negroes and river boat hands to sing for
him whenever he could induce them.
In this way he collected and originated
the tunes in ‘The Georgia Jubilee.’ He
sold about two hundred pianos on the
strength thereof.
“So many people wanted copies of
chis realistic masterpiece that Mr. As
tin decided to publish it. As Ditson,
Schubert and others had published
some of his best works he decided to
use an assumed name. This was done,
and it sold by thousands.
“One of the composer’s recent works
is ‘Billy Possum,’ intermezzo ’possum
trot, also published by The Coweta Mu
sic Co. ‘Billy ’Possum’ is a slight de
parture, as it contains a chorus in the
trio. When President Taft was in At
lanta a big ’possum supper was given
in his honor and a controversy arose
between Mr. Fisher, of Coweta county,
and Judge Park, of Worth county, as
to which county furnished the finest
’possums. Of course, Mr. Astin sided
with Mr. Fisher, as he also is a resi
dent of Coweta county, and wrote ‘Bil
ly ’Possum.’
“Two other unusually meritorious in-
trumental works from the pen of Mr.
Astin are ‘Walking Egypt’ and ‘Salva
tion Army Band.’
“At present Mr. Astin is organist at
the First Methodist church, of New
nan, Ga., and he has a very large class
j of musical aspirants. Mr. Astin says j
j that ‘if I had more time to write f
would put some of those New Yorkers !
in the background. J wrote “Billy j
’Possum” after the night service be-1
fore 1 went to bed on Sunday and sent;
the manuscript to the publisher on the
first Monday train. Excuse rne to tne
public on the ground that Dan Emmett
wrote “Dixie Land” on Sunday.’ ”
“You always speak kindly to your
wife?’’ said the prying friend.
“Always,” answered Mr. Meekton.
“I never think of giving Henrietta a
harsh word. ”
“Because you believe in ruling by
gentleness?”
“No. Because self-preservation is
I the first law of nature.”
He Lacks the Temperament.
AmeriQUs Timos-Rcecimlm-.
Can Gov. Smith regain the ground he
has lost and become the successful can
didate for the Governorship of Geor
gia? That is one of the real live politi
cal problems that the future may hold
in sthre. On its answer depends, in all
probability, very much of the political
histo»y of the State for the next ten,
if not twenty years. The State may
now be said to be in an uncertain state.
The political events of the next year or
two are apt to give a definite twist to
its future policies, to the destinies of
its present public men, and to the gen
eral trend of the dominant thought
among its people.
Excessive radicalism may be said to
have'defeated Gov. Smith last year.
He had not yet learned the lesson—it
wouljl seem he has not yet learned it—
that reforms are best accomplished
slowly and by degrees; that if there
are evils they cannot be all uprooted in
a day ; that it is far better to accomplish
the desired results gradually and with
out too vast an overturning of business
affairs. If he had been of this type of
character, if he had been aggressive
hut not dominating, if he had been fear
less but not tyrannical, if he had been
hold but not reckless, it is quite with
in the range of probabilities that he
would have secured a second term as
Governor, that he would gradually
have strengthened his hold upon the
politics of the State, and that only
death could have kept him from the
coveted seat in the United States Sen
ate.
Men are made or marred by their
personal characteristics—by the pecu
liarities of temperament that mark
them. This is signally true of Gov.
Smith. A little more conservatism in
his make-up, a little more of a concili
atory nature, a little more willingness
to seek the advice and profit by the ex-
periehce of others, a little less disposi
tion to bring others in complete sub
servience to his will, and he would, in
all likelihood, have been an unconquer
able leader. The absence of these qual
ities largely worked his undoing.
He is foolish who questions the
strong qualities that Gov. Smith pos
sesses. He has not lost them. But
neif. ", apparently, has he discarded
the weak ones that became so promi
nent after his installation into office
and largely served to bring about the
rebuke implied in a failure to secure a
renomination. There is still apparent
a rancor that is injurious to his future
prospects, a hostility that he can hard
ly mask against railroads and corpora
tions, a tendency to appeal more to
prejudices than to facts, a disposition
to denounce those who may honestly
differ with him. And these very weak
nesses in his character, as exemplified
in his official acts and public utter
ances, will probably keep him in pri
vate lifp, once he has left the office he
now occupies.
Wedding Bells.
Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Rising above all other sounds of
bright and festive springtime we hear
the wedding bells, and their faintest
tinkle commands the rapt attention ot
all the world, womankind especially.
In social affairs the wedding has, par
excellence, the right of way, and every
thing dwindles beside it. Men, as a
rule, deprecate the pomp and circum
stance that a woman loves to throw
around a wedding. The masculine sen
timent clings to the idea of complete
privacy, shutting out the world and
creating for himself a fictitious atmos
phere of only two. But with the wo
man marriage must he the central
event of her life, to be shared in by all
she loves, all she venerates. She must
be surrounded by her nearest and dear
est, and her hope and happiness seems
to express itself in a thousand little
tender ways of saying farewell to her
old life. She faces the new life with
solemnity and plans the event itself as
near as may be to her ideal of what a
wedding should be. To our thinking it
is by far the nobler ideal of the two.
Beautiful weddings are not designed
for display, as is sometimes thought,
but to express the thought that it is
the great event in the life of a woman
and must be celebrated in a fitting
manner. Women idealize marriage and
are constantly struggling to lift it
above the commonplace, the sordid and
gross. What would life be anyway
without ideality? It is the divine in
stinct in us, and must not be rudely
crushed and trampled upon. The eth
ics of wedding arrangements require
that the bride shall be the autocrat,
and she shall choose and decide every
thing from start to finish. As far as
possible she must be indulged by every
body in all her fancies-for that occa
sion, at least.
“Oh. my friends, there are some
spectacles that one never forgets!”
said a lecturer after giving a graphic
description of a terrible accident he
hail witnessed.
“Ahem !” spoke up an old lady in the
audience. “I’d like to know where
they sells ’em.”
. «I
Spirit of the Patriarch Still Survives
in the South.
Harris Dieksan in Everybody’s Magazine.
“Mammy” and patriarch alike have
almost passed from the stage. But
the spirit of the patriarch still sur
vives. In the life of the ’South one
may see it everywhere, hiding the
rough places and softening the world-
old antagonism of race, The patriarch
Understands it, and the negro under
stands it; hut neither could explain it
to a strange!*. "You see, boss, ” says
the old darky, “he’s all d$ white folks
I’se got.”
The hereditary patriarchal instinct is
strong enough to make the Southern
physician carry a long list of negro pa
tients, whom he never charges a cent.
The busy lawyer pushes aside the case
of a wealthy client and throws himself
into the defense of some trilling negro
whom he knows to be guilty, because
his father would have done so. The
Judge upon the bench makes allowances
for the negro's invincible limitations.
Negroes are charged with the viola
tion of laws that have no existence in
the African conscience with the com
mission of crimes beyond the scope of
jungle comprehension. Forgery, for
instance: A negro has just learned to
write; he would not know a forgery if
he saw it in the middle of the big road
with a bell on it “Jess a few little
mark's on a paper!” When he pleads
guilty, the Judge finds a way to sen
tence him for petty larceny instead of
forgery, and sends him to jail for thir
ty days instead of giving him seven
years in the penitentiary. White ju
ries often refuse point blank to convict
upon indisputable evidence, solely on
the ground that the negro was indicted
for bigamy. He didn’t know what big
amy was: he simply had had hard luck
and got mixed up in a lawsuit over his
fourth or fifth wife. The Judge defend
ed him on the plea that his wife had
been gone for seven years, which raised
a legal presumption of her death. This
is a very pretty defense, but it requires
delicacy and finesse to put it over the
plate. When the great day came, the
rear seats in the court-room were
crowded with sympathetic friends. The
darkey reeled oil' his story without hitch
or break. Then the prosecuting attor
ney made a stagger at cross-examina
tion.
“Uncle Mose, your wife has been
missing for seven years ; what makes
you think she’s dead?”
“Lordy, Mr. Willie, dat ’oman writ
me three or fo’ letters dat she’s dead.
Here’s one of ’em right here. ” In spite
of this, twelve hard-hearted white ju
rors turned the old fellow loose.
A Flat-House Idyl.
Portland Telegram.
‘‘It is better to be sick than to be
told that I owe my good health to the
negligence of a stingy landlord,” said
the wild-eyed tenant. ‘‘That is what
I have been told, and by a doctor, too.
The landlord’s sin of omission con
cerned the radiator. It leaked. Early
last fall I called his attention to the
leak. He promised to send a plumber
to mend it. Of course, he didn’t, and
I have passed the greater part of the
winter immersed in a vapor hath.
"Last week I. heard that everybody
in the house was sick. 1 met the doctor
on the stairs when he was making his
rounds.
“ ‘What’s the matter with them?’ I
asked.
“ ‘Too much dry hot air,’ he said.
'It’s a wonder you are not laid up, too.’
“ ‘When dry hot air is the cause?’
said I. ‘Great heavens!’ Then I
dragged him in and showed him my ra
diator, which was belching forth its
usual cloud of steam.
“ ‘That’s the only thing that saved
you,’ said he, and the landlord, who
had followed us in, was right there and
heard it. That was what made rne mad.
He’ll be saying now that it is for my
health’s sake that he makes me put up
with broken window-panes and a gas
range that won’t bake.”
‘‘That looks like a newly-made grave
that little hummock over there on
the desert,” said the traveler from
the East.
‘‘That’s just what it is, neighbor,”
answered Arizona Al. “The editor of
the Weekly Cactus Spine was buried
over there last week. ’
“What was his complaint?”
“He had none. It was Coyote Cal
who had the complaint. You see, there
was a baby born up to Cal’s house a
spell ago, and the editor wrote an item
about it sayin’ a tow-headed little girl
had come to make Cal and his woman,
happy, an’ it ’pears the printer got the
letters mixed somehow. Led’stways it
said in the paper when Cal read it that
it was a two-headed baby, and him be
in’ an impulsive cuss, there wasn’t
nothin’ to do but hold the funeral the
next day.”
Occasionally a man gets angry uni
tries to raise the roof, and is only pre
vented by the mortgage that holds it
down.
The Mother’s Side.
Man, if you have an old mother, be
good to her. Tell her that you love
her. Kiss the faded lips. Hold in
yours the work-knotted hands.
Scatter a few of the flowers of ten
derness and appreciation in her path
way while she is still alive and can be
made happy by them.
Don’t wait to put all of yoqr affec
tion and gratitude and reverence fop
her into a costly ton of rnarhle, in
scribed “Mother.”
Don’t wait to throw all of your bou-
quels on Itei' grave i itlake imtif 'oiil
niOthfeb’rt llenft sing for joV by showing
her, while site is ftliVe ( jdst one tithe of
the love and appreciation that you
will heap upon her when she is dead,
These words are written for some
one particular man who reads this pa
per. I do not know his name, but I
know his story. He is a middle-aged
man, married, prosperous. He is a
good man, highly respected, and he
hasn’t an idea but what he is doing his
full duty by his poor old mother, who
lives in his house, and whom he sup
ports. He supplies her wants. She
eats at his table, is sheltered by his
roof, is warmed by his fire, is decently
clothed by his hands; but that is all.
He neglects her.
He never says a word of affection to
her.
He never pays her any little atten
tions.
When she ventures an opinion, he
cuts it short witli curt contempt.
When she tells her garrulous old sto
ries, as old people will, he does not
even try to conceal how much he is
bored.
In a thousand unintentional ways the
old mother is made to feel that she is a
cumberer of the ground, an impedi
ment in the household, an old-fashioned
and useless piece of furniture of which
every one will be glad to be rid.
Under this coldness and neglect the
poor old mother’s heart is breaking,
and in a letter, written in a trembling
and feeble handwriting, she asks me
if 1 cannot say something that her son
will read, and that may make him
think.
Ah. if I could 1
The Road to Bye and Bye.
Bank MoHHenger.
A great crowd travels over this road
to Bye and Bye. All kjnds of people.
Some fooling and strutting ; some limp
ing and crawling; some growling and
stumbling along; some caroling; some
cursing: some quiet and thoughtful.
All along the road there are signs
“Keen Money in Thy Purse,” “Pre
pare for Trouble,” “The Want of Mon
ey is the Source of all Evil.” Most of
these gay ones amble along arm in
arm. now and then glancing at the
signs and laughing as they read. What
money they have they fling into the
air and sing merrily. Others under
stand the signs much better and with
prudent foresight they pick up what
the fools throw away. Along towards
the end of the road we see the results
of this earlv folly or thrift.
Those foolish travelers are now hol
low-eyed, with sunken cheeks that
speak of misery. They halt along the
wayside, poking the dirt with stick and
turning the stones in a vain search for
money. There is no money in the road.
Those who picked up and saved mon
ey as they came along many mile
stones back, are now contented and the
road is easy for them. They will enjoy
every mile of it to the end.
“What’s the matter with Podgers? I
met him limping along and holding his
jaw. ”
“Got the foot and mouth disease.”
“Heavens! You don’t say so!”
“Yes. Corns and toothache.”
NEEDFUL KNOWLEDGE.
Newnan People Should Learn to De
tect the Approach of Kid-
' ney Disease.
The symptoms of kidney trouble are
so unmistakable that they leave no
ground for doubt. Sick kidneys ex
crete a thick, cloudy, offensive urine,
full of sediment, irregular of passage
or attended by a sensation of scalding.
The back aches constantly, headaches
and dizzy spells may occur, and the vic
tim is often weighed down by a feeling
of languor and fatigue. Neglect these
warnings and there is danger of dropsy,
Bright’s disease, or diabetes. Any one
of these symptoms is warning enough
to begin treating the kidneys at once.
Delay often proves fatal.
You can use no better remedy than
Doan’s Kidney Pills. Here’s Newnan
proof:
F. W. Brown, machinist, 18 Thomp
son street, ' ewnan, Ga., says: “Some
months ago I was troubled a great deal
by pains in the small of my back. Pro
curing a box of Doan’s Kidney Pills at
Lee Bros. ’ drug store, I used them ac
cording to directions and was relieved
in a few days. I have been in good
health 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