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NEWNAN, FRIDAY, MAY 21
TH E WINNING THICK.
Sh** hold tho crimson aco of hearts.
A ml watch***! intent ly every play;
And he by strategy coni rived
To take this heart of hers away.
He coax or] and felnterl. tri***l each trick,
Took every chance, used all his art.
And swore he would throw down a queer
If he could only win her heart.
II** promised to give up his club,
If need be even take a spade;
And if she held her heart like that
’Twer*? beat for her to play Old Maid.
But she, the cruel damsel, player],
And sometimes lost and sometimes wor
Aral ykOdod not her heart to him,
Until he thought she hud none.
And then perhaps she did not think
Or was it merely gambler’s luck?
II** led, she followed, lost her heart,
Aral pouted while her hand he took.
Ah! silly maid, put up the cards.
You’ve playod, and played a loser's par
Ami gossips say. though strange it soorm
A t ray of diamonds won your heart!
Our Carrollton Correspondent
"Believe me. I sp
■tracts me. and as r
ance.” [Shakeapej
as my understandi
* honesty puts it to
The scepter of education in gradual
ly departing: from the Yankee Judah.
Southern authors and educators are
coming to the front, and are causing
the hook-makers and book-mongers
shove “the line’’ to rise and make note
that Southern talent is furnishing men
tal pabulum for Southern minds. It is
gratifying to note that an Atlanta au
thor, l’eter Francisco Smith, is the
pathfinder in the production of a most
excellent work, “The Use of Words and
Phrases. ’’ Quite a number of authors
have written voluminously on the use
of words, but it remained for this gift
ed Georgian to evolve from hundreds of
books (the process of indefatigible la
bor and intellectual research,) the only
book of its kind known to the world.
The work is unique in conception and
catholic in its application. No student,
scholar or literary personage should be
without tho book for to such an one it
would prove a most helpful vade me-
cum ; and to all a delightful hand-book.
For ”r.ur next installment of small
pox you’ll find the following remedy
better than corn, peach or rye liquor,
and you need not go to bed; but, like
the good Samaritan, give your friend
both the smallpox and the remedy:
Sulphate of zinc, one grain; digitalis,
one grain, Dissolve in cool boiled wa
ter. Dose: Teaspoonful every hour for
grownfolks, and half-teaspoonful for
children. A number of our enterpris
ing citizens have taken the disease to
get through with it on this short in
stallment plan. They find the remedy
efficacious, and recommend their
friends to take the smallpox and try it.
it leaves no pit. hut, on the contrary,
makes the skin smooth as the palm of
h ’possum’s foot.
Uncle Sam ain’t “runnii*’ no one-
lioss” government, and I shall endeav
or directly to show you. “He’s got
the men, the money, and the ships, by
jingo!" besides a lot of forts and mili
tary posts. When he pulls off his star-
spangled pantaloons in Washington, to
go to bed, he knows the sun will shine
on his niggers in Port Rico, tho Ha-
waaian Islands and the Philippines,
while he sleeps under the starry
terpane that domes the New World
or, in other words, the sun never sets
on his plantations. The old man has a
nice little fort above here McPherson,
I was there the other day and took a
causal inventory of his belongings. Re
sides some 850 legionaries, colonel,
staff' and line officers, muleteers et al.,
composing the complement of the cele
brated Seventeenth of the Line, I found
also 125 long-eared brutes at the corral,
which belonged to the wagon train.
When I arrived at the corral the drivers
were engaged in shearing the lambs.
All the mules were haltered and tied to
a long cable, except one old patriarch
who had the run ot the woods. 1 asked
a muleteer why that old mule was not
haltered like the others. Said he:
“1 hat's old Mel; he has served his
thirty years and draws a service pen
sion a full ration for the balance of
his days. He was retired from the ser
vice as a brevet horse. His name is
Melchezedok, hut we call him Mel for
short. You understand the men cail
him Melchezedok because there ain’t a
man here who knows his beginning or
his ending — hence, he is named for
the Wandering Jew. The old son of
Balaam’s palfrey has a mighty curious
and interesting biography, if you care
to hear it.” I assured him it would he
warm gravy to my hungering and
thirstingappetite for a marvelous story.
He continued : “That mule has been in
the service thirty-nine years. His first
baptism of fire was in the Custer cam
paign, on the Little Big Horn, against
Col. Sitting Bull, in ’76. Old Mel was
then a pack mule in Custer’s train.
When Gen. Custer attacked the Indian
village it is known his whole command
was massacred, with the exception of
Curley, a Crow scout, who wormed his
way through tho Indians’ ranks. Once
clear of them, he mounted Mel, who
was then young and nimble-footed, and
fled to Gen. Parry’s command, pursued
by a bunch of Sioux whom he encoun
tered coming to the field of battle. His
mule being comparatively fresh and
their ponies jaded from hard usage, he
j escaped- not, however, without a num
ber of wounds, both for himself and
the mule. You see the old fellow has
! a knot on his thigh, and a sink in the
j thin part of his neck, and half of one
[ ear is gone. These wounds were all
given him by Col. Sitting Bull’s braves.
A couple of years ago, when the regi
ment went to Cuba, and with it the
wagon train, the Colonel gave orders to
leave old Mel here. When the other
mules entrained for Norfolk old Mel
went hog-wild. He brayed, cavorted,
and butted his head against the brick
walls of the stable like he was crazy.
It was believed he’d commit suicide
if not allowed to follow the regiment.
The matter was reported to the Colo
nel, who, like the rest of us, couldn’t
hear to see the old veteran in such dis
tress, so he allowed him to go with us
to Cuba.” I asked what the old pen
sioner did in Cuba. “Do? Why, man
alive, we jest turned him aloose and
let him forage on the Cuban republic !
And I’m here to tell you he got ail that
was coming to him, and a little bit
more.” I was informed by the team
ster that Congress had an Italian sculp
tor, Signor Tuttifrutti, to make a life-
size mulusian statue of Melchezedek,
bestridden by Curley, the Crow scout.
The monument is to he erected on Cus
ter’s fatal battlefield, on the Little Big
Horn. You observe I use the term
mulusian statue which has its etymol
ogy from "mula”; and, as a statue
has never heretofore been erected to a
mule, I am forced to the necessity of
doing what the lexicographers have
failed to do—i. e., coin a classic adjec
tive for mule. We have the term
equestrian statue, hut to use this to de
scribe old Mel in marble would be a re
flection on both his pa and raa, besides
being misleading.
Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Brown, of At
lanta, arrived in the city Tuesday, and
were the guests of Judge and Mrs. W.
F. Brown.
—Born, on the 12th inst., to Mr. and
Mrs. B. L. Garrett—a daughter.
Mr. J. C. Lumpkin, of Cedartown,
was in the city Tuesday.
-Miss Mae McDaniel is visiting
friends at Moreland.
A technical education is the thing
for youngsters nowadays. Learn to
manipulate lightning or drive a smoke-
wagon. There’s where the money has
gone, and you must go there to find it.
Mr. P. W. Reese, who graduated from
coun-1 a Washington, D. C., technological
school, writes that he has arrived at
Cristobal, Panama, where he has ta
ken charge of the Government electri
cal power station. Young fellow, get
onto your job and go down and help the
lads chase the keen-beaked stegomia.
—Mr. and Mrs. Y. A. Cole, of Jones
boro, Ark., are guests of Dr. J. F.
Cole and Mr. W. P. Cole.
—The Woman’s Foreign Missionary
Society have invited Col. Tom Watson
to meet with them at their next ses
sion and tell what he knows about for
eign missions
1 had the pleasure of meeting a
few days since Mr. A. A. Passolt,
Newnan’s new superintendent of wa
terworks. and found him a most agree
able gentleman, skilled in the subtle
ties of manipulating home-made light
ning and the proper distribution of the
city’s excellent though limited supply
of aqua pura. May his services prove
acceptably lasting.
—The Sage of Oak Mountain re
ceived a message from Atlanta some
thing like this: "Dear Pa: Come up
at once, t have a surprise for you in
the way of a pair of glistening new
Jfisc.'uirly P-jra
The finest, most tasteful and
wholesome biscuit, cake and pas
try are made with Royal Bak
ing Powder, and not otherwise.
Royal is the only Baking Powder
made from
Royal Grape Cream of Tartar
clothes.” He went: got the harness;
so fine he’s actually ashamed to appear
in them even on dress parade. He
gives as a reason for not wearing them
on all occasions that he doesn’t want to
make the balance of us remember we
are weairng '‘hand-me-downs.”
—The Cowetan who does not know
John Killgo has a very limited sort of |
information. Every boy big enough
to borrow a bag has seen him, and all
the Daughters of the Confederacy have
badged him. John, to put it in plain
terms, is a soldier, philosopher, and a
fine old chap. Finding the elusive
Georgia dollar mighty hard to garner,
and the stingy red hills of his native
heath yielding reluctantly a few bales
of cotton and a grist or two of wheat
and corn, he pulled stakes and went to
Texas the land of promise, and the
home of the Mexican boll weevil and
the horned frog. Yes, John is now in
Texas, growing up with the country,
and still cussin’ the blue-nosed yankees
of Vermont. Before proceeding to the
reproduction of a letter he’s just writ
ten me, and one which you can’t afford
not to read, I’ll recount an anecdote
that happened at the Newnan pumping-
station, while John was engineer there.
The boiler inspector of The Hartford
Insurance Co., a sorrel-crested semi-
prognathous specimen of the Green
Mountain region, was at the station
early one morning to make an inspec
tion. As usual with his supercilious
class, he began by making objection
able remarks about the siip-shodden
way Southern men treat machinery.
Hearing as much of that sort of rot as
he needed, John very deftly switched
off on another subject—the War Be
tween the States one with which he
is always loaded to the gunwales.
With a sangfroid that would have
chilled the boring machine of a hornet
he said: “Mister, where are you
from?” The wise man promptly an
swered, “I am a native of Vermont.”
“Was your pa in the war?” “Yes; he
was killed at the Wilderness.” “Was
he red-headed?” “Yes: hehad auburn
hair.” “Well, I thought so. We killed
three hundred of them red-headed devils
in a bunch at the Wilderness. I helped
to bury your pa. We were pressed for
time, and having so many of them to
bury, we couldn’t dig a trench to put
them in, so we stood them up like wood
in a coal-kiln and covered them with
dirt. You'll find your pa in that
bunch.” On one occasion the city au
thorities were thinking of uniforming
all its employees—engineers included.
The chosen color was blue. Now, John
has a mortal antipathy to anything
that resembles a yankee uniform, and
vowed rather than wear clothes of
that color he’d make his rounds in a
mother hubbard. The city relented and
Killgo was not forced to the latter al
ternative. One of the best war stories
is his account of Longstreet’s bull
stampeding Jackson’s corps. But
here’s the letter:
, “Slocum, Tex., May 8, 1909.
“Dear Captain : tread your letters
in The Herald and Advertiser each
week, and they remind me of old times.
They are nearly as warm as the thun
derbolt that knocked the nigger out of
the pumping-station—they are amus
ing, and not such stunners. Since I’ve
been here I’ve kept both eyes and one
ear open. 1 see many things that sur
prise a Georgian. We don’t use guano,
not even in our coffee. We raise every
thing in this country that goes to make
home life tolerable—from a first-class
rucus to bull yearlings. Speaking of
calves reminds me that Texas beats the
world for raising horned stock and po
nies. It’s a bad plan, for one not ac
customed to the nearest way to the
Mexican border, to raise a maverick
between the setting of the sun and the
rising thereof. You may kill a man
here with some hope of escaping the
halter; but, bless your life, you’d bet
ter not be caught with a rope in your
hand and calf at the other end, unless
you’ve a bill of sale to it. for these
gun-tinkers will sho’ pilot you to glory
and the people will clap their hands in
delight to know that you’ve gone over
the divide for leading an innocent
yearling astray, i’ll say, in short form,
that our lands are rich and productive,
and the climate changeable as a strut
ting gobbler’s tail. We make more cot
ton than we can gather—hardly ever
less than a bale per acre ; from 40 to 60
bushels of corn, 20 to 30 bushels of
wheat, and from 75 to 100 bushels of
oats per acre. These lands, unimproved,
range from $10 to $15 per acre;—im
proved lands, $20 to $30 per acre. I’ve
been thinking about what a one-horse
fool a Georgia tenant is for running a
scooter plow there and making scarce
ly enough money to pay the preacher.
Why, bless their hard-worked souls!
they go on from year to year making
money to pay interest on what they ate
the year before. I’ve figured it out be
yond a doubt that had I come here
twenty-five years ago I would have
made enough clear money by this time
tojown a couple of court-houses better
than Coweta’s. If my wind and legs
hold out I’m going to own a quarter-
section of this grit; of course, this is
confidential. We have many luxuries
here. Among them are strawbeerries
and the Texas tick, yam uotatoes and
blizzards, picnics and chiggers, arti
chokes and stone bruises, catfish and
ten-inch centipedes; besides other deli
cacies that would make your salivary
glands leak at the mere mention. I've
learned since coming here that the Tex
ans believe in frolicking as well as
working. We hunt and fish frequently,
and the best part of it is, there's game
and fish for you when you go after
them. We have plenty of cotton blooms,
and corn is silking and tasseling. Will
send you a mess of roasting-ears and a
pair of Texas knit socks in my next.
"Your friend,
“John Killgo.”
—The little ones had an excellent
supper at Spring Place Park Monday
evening. They were chaperoned by
Misses Laura Chambers and Nicie
Cochran.
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Come to see me. I am always at home and ready to serve you.
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32 Spring Street,
ONLY EXCLUSIVE BUGGY AND WAGON REPOSITORY IN
NEWNAN.
—The Milliner’s Protective Club for
the Propagation of Female Subjects
for the Census Returns have sent their
congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. R. H.
Fletcher on the recent arrival of a girl
baby, and solicits their patronage six
teen years hence.
The Egyptian, Grecian, Roman,
Moorish and ancient Mexican styles of
architecture appeal more or less to the
esthetic taste of American architects ;
but in the struggle for architectural
recognition the great American hen
does not propose that 'those vested with
authority shall put the bars on her ef
forts at artistic display in the matter
of building. Mrs. Hen, who does busi
ness in Mr. John Jackson’s bas court,
built an ordinary egg a few days ago,
a little over size, at the small end of
which was a portecochere. The egg
was opened carefulll.v, and on the in
side was another with a mansard roof,
dormer windows, and neatly weather-
boarded walls. The feathered lady has
been sent to the Georgia Experiment
Station, where she will go into the pat
tern department.
—Col. Nubbin Cobb, Carrollton’s
Beau Brummel, has just returned from
Cincinnati, 0., where he spent a
couple of weeks pursuing pleasures
that are always in store for the hand
some man who disburses freely his
shekels. If it’s not too late, I’d like to
add that he is also a prohibitionist of
very pronounced views.
Cooks understand the art of getting
out of financial straights.
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The man who Insures his life Is
wise for his family.
The man who insures his health
is wise both for his family and
himself.
You may Insure health by guard
ing it. It Is worth guarding.
At t h e first attack of disease,
which generally approaches
through the LIVER and mani
fests itself in innumerable ways
TAtfF -
Tutt’sPills
And save your health.
H. P. YVoodroof,
President.
D. P. YVoodroof,
Vice-President.
P. L. Woodroof,
Sec’y and Treas.
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Everything in stock is first-class, has been bought for cash, and
discounts taken on all bills. We are therefore prepared to give
the best goods at the lowest prices, and this, coupled with cour
teous treatment and prompt delivery, we feel sure will bring to us
our share of custom. We would thank all our friends to call and
give us a chance. CA fresh supply of Orange and Amber Sorg
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We have this week the following:
FOR SALE
Three nice homes on Greenville street.
Two nice homes on Temple avenue, at a bargain.
One nice home on LaGrange street.
One nice home on corner of Fourth and Second avenues.
One nice home on Second avenue.
Two nice building lots on Greenville street.
One house and lot, also brick store, on Greenville street,
bargain.
We also have a house and lot on Second avenue—good house; lot
100x100 feet. Will sell for $50 down and balance in $10 monthly pay
ments.
FOR RENT
Three nice furnished rooms on Jackson street.
Several nice rooms on Greenville street.
Four nice unfurnished rooms on Spring street.
One nice home on LaGrange street, eight rooms, close in.
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