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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. X L I V .
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 9, 1909
NO. 41.
TAKE WARNING!
'll 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.”
•1 Try some of our Alfalfa ground feed. It is cheaper
and better than Corn or Oats.
ifW e have a fresh stock of International Stock and
Poultry Powders.
1 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.
*j Chicken Feed—we have it, and CORNO is the best.
I Cotton-Seed Meal, Shorts and Bran.
II Four thousand pounds best Compound^Lard at best
price.
T. G. FARMER
& SONS CO
4
* IT WILL PAY YOU *
To get our prices before making your pur-4*
chases. While we do not quote prices, if you
need anything in our stock we can make it
to your interest to come to see us. We have
no special sales days, but every day in the ^
year we have bargains, and if you want to spend
your cash where your money will go a long
way, we can prove to you that this is the best
place to spend it.
We make very attractive prices on all
summer goods—Shoes, Lawns, Laces, Straw
Hats, etc.
lust received 25 dozen Finck’s union-
made overalls, in every size.
Masons Fruit Jars and Jelly Glasses.
A full stock of Groceries on hand all the
time.
Summer rates on all goods. Come and^
trade with us.
H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO.
M OTHERHOOD.
O. Clod, I know his sins are red,
That it were better he were dead:
Hut was’t not Thou, O. Lord, who said
Out of Thy master mercy: “Though
Thy sins be as scarlet" -even so,
Ami his are scarlet. Lord. I know
"They shall he made as white as snow?
Then, hear me—hear! For, oh. I pray
Through all the? night and all the day
Since ever that he went away -
Pray as I seek him in the street
Amid the myriad trampling feet
Down such rough roads, and even ask
Thy favor at the household task;
Yes. pray upon my weary bed
..IJutil the gray of dawn glows red;
Though none may guess! O, Mighty One.
Father, deal gently with my son!
I know the Law Thyself didst say.
For every sin some soul must pay
But I recall his clinging hands,
Hi-i tender mouth, his big eyes wet
With tears, it seemed, from heavenly lands:
O, Lord, he is my baby yet!
So. if a payment there must be
For one so sweet and weak as he.
Exact it. O. my God, from me!
1 Ruth HammitL
Editor Baldwin Seeks More Inviting
Field.
LaGrange Reporter.
The Reporter regrets the situation
in the newspaper field in LaUrange that
makes it necessary for Mr. Baldwin to
give up the able work he has done on
our esteemed contemporary. The Graph
ic. Mr. Baldwin is an able newspaper
man and put his whole heart in the
work, making an enviable reputation
for himself and the paper. And it is
not his fault that he is leaving La-
Grange. Here is the straightforward
statement of facts as contained in his
card published in the last issue of The
Graphic:
“When I came to LaGrange on the
first of February it was with the inten
tion of making this piace my home, to
live here and be one of you, and to do
my part in the upbuilding of the town
and advancing its interests as far as
my efforts in publishing a county paper
would go. However, the encourage
ment I have received has not been suf
ficient to warrant a further continuance
here in the newspaper business, and
with this issue of The Graphic my con
nection with che paper ceases. It is
with regret that business has been such
that I cannot afford to longer remain
in LaGrange, for my stay of five
months has been a most pleasant one,
and to those friends who have encour
aged me with their kind words and pat
ronage I shall ever be grateful, for it
was by their assistance that I was ena
bled to make the paper what it has
been.
“Thanking every one for the many
kindnesses shown me during my so
journ here in your city, I am,
“Yours very truly,
“R. U. Baldwin, J '’
In another article in the same issue
of the paper, Mr. Baldwin says:
“ ‘There’s none so blind as those who
will not see,’ is pretty near correct
when applied to the good a creditable
newspaoer will do any city or town.
And until the real value of such a one
is appreciated and the proper encour
agement is given it-right here in 1 a-
Grange. the town will never recover
from the state of business lethargy
into which it has gradually, though
steadily fallen, for if the good that a
newspaper will do a town cannot he
seen, nothing else that will help the
town can be seen either. If a town
ever expects to amount to anything
more than a village with village ways,
its newspapers should be encouraged,
if they are the proper kind of newspa-
oers, for nothing, outside of churches,
will do the town more good, schools not
excepted. For every dollar paid to a
newspaper on subscription or advertis
ing there is returned to the town five
fold in the way of advertising and
building up the town, and the value
cannot be estimated in dollars and
cents. There is no better medium
through which the town can be adver
tised and its advntages shown to the
outside world, and it is the one citizen,
if citizen it might be termed, that can
be counted on to always boost the town
at home and abroad, and that never
knocks. Patronize your home papers
and let them help you to build up your
town. ’’
Now, this situation is one to be de
plored, and nearly every citizen of La-
Grange is responsible for it. There are
several ways in which they are respon
sible. In the first place, everybody
has the strange idea that a newspaper
is printed at almost no expense, and if
they pay their subscription or run an
occasional ad they have contributed
their share toward a charitable object,
and that if they do more they will make
someone rich who is not entitled to
more than a pauper’s living. Isn’t it
strange that sensible, cultured, Chris
tian people can so far lose them
selves in the rush after the almighty
dollar? Do you know, reader, that the
men in LaGrange who derive the great
est benefit from her newspapers are
the ones who pay the least towards
their support? There may be an ex
ception or two, but those have an idea
that you should do their work at about
actual cost. This is plain talk, but
it is the truth, even if none of us like
to be told the truth.
There are men in LaGrange who
would subscribe hundreds, ye3, thou
sands of dollars, to establish a newspa
per here, if we had none, but who do
not pay towards the support of the two
they have more than the subscription
price, and perhaps for only one at a
time, and that paid grudgingly every
two or three years. Is there good bus
iness judgment in such treatment of
one of the best allies a business man
has—one he cannot do without in. this
day of progress and development? No
newspaper worthy of the name would
ask for support upon the basis of char
ity. It should say to its “should-be”
supporters that it knows it is entitled
to a liberal patronage, upon honest and
just business grounds and at a reason
able margin of profit. This patronage
the newspapers of LaGrange have nev
er received in the measure to which
they are entitled. Why is it?
Coca-Cola Worse Than Liquor.
The JetTeraonian.
Last year The Jeffersonian published
a brief 'editorial entitled “The Wine
Cup.” It struck a popular chord, and
was copied throughout the Union.
From this country it went to Europe,
and so far as we know is still on its
travels. An old friend, writing to us a
few weeks ago, expressed a wish for
another article on temperance.
Well, here is another. We were on
the cars going to Atlanta, our compan
ion being the best physician in Middle
Georgia. The door at the upper end of
the coach was thrust open, and in came
a boy with his arm full of small black
bottles, crying: “lee cold Coca-Cola!”
The doctor paused in his talk, glanced
at the boy and remarked to us in a
tone of quiet, deep conviction :
“That stuff is doing more harm than
all the bar-rooms did. ”
In former years soda water and other
harmless drinks were sold on the cars.
You won’t find any of them now. Coca-
Cola has driven them out. Every train
is a Coca-Cola distributor, every pas
senger coach a purveyor of hell.
Never until the advent of that insid
ious foe to human mind and morals did
anyone ever witness the shocking spec
tacle of white ladies, with upturned
•bottles at their mouths, swilling a per
nicious tipple in public places.
Any man, woman, boy or girl who
tampers with Coca-Cola will form the
Coca-Cola habit. Any man, woman,
boy or girl who has become a slave to
the Coca-Cola habit is on the road to
ruin.
The appetite, like the whiskey thirst,
will establish a mastery over the vic
tim. It will go from one glass per day
to two, and from two to four, and from
four to eight, and from fight to six
teen.
It will injure the eyes, wreck thi?
neRes, weaken the brain, undermine
thA whole moral structure
It were better that your boy were a
drunkard than a Coca-Cola fiend. In
the one case there is always hope for
reformation; in the other there seldom
is. Bad as it would he for your daugh
ter to drink wine, far worse is it for
her to lie the slave of Coca-Cola. What
cowards and hypocrites we are! Any of
us can preach against John Barleycorn,
damn “the demon Rum,” anil bang the
bar-rooms, but who dares to go up
against a worse foe to humanity’s fu
ture than iiquor has been? Nobody.
Why?
Who is the Negro’s Neighbors?
Gainesville Herald.
Here is an instance which some of
our friends at the North who have mis
understood the attitude of the Southern
whites to “our brother in black” may
consider: A physician of this section,
high in his profession, with his time
fully occupied with a well-paying clien
tele, was called to attend a little negro
girl who was suffering with appendici
tis. Little “Cuba” was the ten-year-
old daughter of Flora Bradley, a mid
dle-aged colored woman whose husband
was taken from her a few months ago
by sudden death. The woman with
several children was left to make a liv
ing by washing and other odd jobs.
The neighbors helped her in many
ways, unsolicited. Little Cuba fell ill.
The physician was called. His auto
rolled up to the cabin each day. and the
care she received was as thorough as if
she had been the petted little one of
aristocracy. He found a severe case of
appendicitis. An operation was deemed
necessary and one of the foremost phy
sicians of the'South was called from a
neighboring city at the local doctor’s
personal expense for consultation and
advice in the operation—a distinguished
professional man who had treated thou
sands of cases of this disease and per
formed hundreds of operations. The
knife did its work—as skillfully and as
humanely as if the patient, instead of
being the ignorant, brown little child
of another race, had been a millionaire
with Norman strain of blue family
blood. Sometimes the papers at the
North learn of the story of a lynch
ing. But they do not hear of the hun
dreds of stories of this kind of quite
another phase of the relation between
the Anglo-Saxons of the South and the
groping ex-slaves who still rely upon
their former masters and their mas
ters’ children when they are in dire
distress.
“Mamma,” questioned 5-year-old
Nettie, “am I as tall as you are?”
“No, dear,” was the reply. “Your
head only comes to my waist.”
“Well,” , continued Nettie, “I’m
just as short anyway. My feet are as
far down as yours.”
Chinese Railroads.
David Lumbuth in Review of Review*.
China’s fatal weakness lias been her
lack of self-consciousness. This is to
be cured by a common education, by
postal service, telegraph and railroads.
In 1902 there were 440 postoffices in
China; in 1907 there were 2.so:!. In
1902, 20,000,000 letters were posted ; in
1907, 107,000,000. There are telegraph
stations to-day in practically all the lsl
prefeetural cities, and many others.
Every province is knit to Pekin with
electric wires. The Government has
just bought over most of the shares in
the enterprise and proposes to turn its
large earnings into rapid extension of
lines. In November, 1908, orders were
issued from Pekin that telegraph ser
vice be established with Lassa, in Ti
bet. There are to-day about 4,000 miles
of railroad in China, with over 1,000
miles under construction ; so that Kansu
is the only province in the empire in
which railroads are not already run
ning or projected. Five railroads run
into Pekin, and one of these, the Pekin-
ICalgan line, is financed, constructed
and run by Chinese without any foreign
assistance or advice whatever. This
road tunnels under the great wall and
heads for the Mongolian desert, and in
so doing seems to have cut the spinal
cord of the dreaded earth dragon for
ever. The ministry of communica
tions has recently laid out a scheme
for the correlation of all the railroad
systems, with two trunk lines bisecting
the country from north to south and
from east to west, with Hankow as the
center, ami with radiating lines at
tached to these great arteries. Rail
roads are no longer tabooed in the Ce
lestial empire. All concessions now
provide for the Government’s taking
possession of the lines after twenty-five
years’ traffic, and in October. 1908, a
censor called upon the Government to
acquire them sooner, that they might
fulfill their mission of “building up
trade and consolidating the empire.”
In the same month the Government
suggested that a railroad should he run
to Lassa to facilitate the administra
tion of Tibet. No wonder the grand
lama has left his ancient fastness!
—
Time to Call a Halt.
Fort Smith Ngws-Rwyni,
Time was wneil fl Very thill jVitfer
and a cup of the weakest tfitt Wrtfe con
sidered all-sufficient for a mend fit fin
afternoon social affair, or for an even
ing reception, but this form of refresh
ment is no longer used in smart socie
ty, and each year the refreshments
grow more elaborate.
In Fort Smith, where hospitality is
dispensed with such a lavish hand, the
hostesses vie with each other in serv
ing their guests delicious refreshments,
and “the eats” are a very important
part of social entertainments.
Even well-bred guests sometimes
criticize the refreshments served them
and from their remarks one would
think che chief enjoyment derived from
social functions were “the eats.”
Now, of course, when guests are bid
den to a dinner or luncheon they ex
pect to be served an elaborate menu,
but for an afternoon reception, “at
home” or tea, or for an evening at
cards, a cotillion, etc., the guests are
supposed to derive their enjoyment
from a more pleasurable source than
things to eat.
One charming woman who is noted
for her gracious hospitality remarked
to a confidential friend not long since
that nothing worried her so much as
the air of expectancy with which her
guests awaited the serving of refresh
ments, and sometimes the disappoint
ment which they seemed to show in the
menu provided.
No doubt this “air of expectancy”
followed by one of disappointment orig
inated in the too vivid imagination of
the hostess, but at any rate the leaders
of the social set are thinking seriously
of returning to the old-fashioned cus
tom of serving only a cup of tea or a
sandwich and coffee when they enter
tain.
1'at.rick Murphy, while passing down
the street, was hit on the head by a
brick which fell from a building in
process of construction. One of the
first things he did after being taken
home and put to bed was to send for a
lawyer. A few days later he received
word to call, as his lawyer had settled
the case. He called arid received five
crisp, new $109 bills.
“How much did you get?” he asked.
“Two thousand dollars.” answered
the lawyer.
“Two thousand, and you give me
$500? Say, who got hit by that brick,
; you or me?”
Every Woman Will bs 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
arid Backache, Kidney, Bladder and
Urinary troubles. At all Druggists or
by mail 50c. Sample FREE. Address
The Mother Gray Go., LeRoy, N. Y.
Our Great American Crops.
The great American crops are com
ing in. Here’s what the United States
does;
Annually produces more corn than all
other countries of the world combined
- 2,927,000,000 out of 3,888,000,000
bushels.
Annually produces more wheat than
any other country in the world 634,-
000,000 out of 3,108,000,000 bushels.
Annually exports more wheat flour
than all the other countries of the
world combined 15,000,000 out of 26,-
000,000 bushels.
Annually exports more wheat, in
cluding wheat flour, than any other
country in the world -140,000,000 out
of 046,000,000 bushels.
Annually produces more oats than
any other country in the world—754,-
000,000 out of 3,582,000,000 bushels.
Is the third largest annual producer
of barley in the world - 153,000,000
bushels - only 7,000,000 bushels less
than Germany, with Russia leading.
Annually produces more cotton than
all the other countries of the world-
13.000,000 out of 20,000,000 bales.
Annually produces more flaxseed
than any other country in the world -
25,000,000 out of 87,000,000 bushels.
Annually produces more hops than
any other country in the world—57,-
000,000 out of 211,000,000 pounds.
Annually exports more oil cakes and
oil cake meal than any other country
in the world—2,0(53,000,000 out of 4,
013,000,000 pounds.
Annually exports more rosin than all
the other countries of the world 717,-
000,000 out of 864,000,000 pounds.
Annually exports more spirits of tur
pentine than all the other countries of
the world-16,000,000 out of 24,000,000
gallons.
Dublin Has Learned it, Too.
Dawson Nowm.
Dublin, one of the best and most pro
gressive towns in Georgia, has, like
many others, found out that it is not a
two-paper town. Editor Hilton has dis
posed of the good will and subscription
list of the Dublin Times to Editors
Stanley and Williams of the Courier-
Dispatch, and it is stated that “the
deal has the sanction of the business
interests of the city, who feel that it
was a big burden to have to patronize
• •’
two papers when one could reach the*
desired end.”
The Times, ill announcing its suspen
sion, says:
“The reason for the elimination of
one of the newspapers is simply a luck
of advertising support necessary for
the proper maintenance of two newspa
pers in Dublin. The management of
neither paper wished to publish any
thing but a good newspaper, and there
has been such a falling off in advertis
ing that it was found unprofitable to
continue to issue two papers.”
Our Dublin contemporaries were two
of the best edited and best printwl
newspapers in this or any other State,
but it has been apparent for some time
to an observant and experienced news
paper man that with the patronage of
their town and county divided, they
were not as prosperous as they de
served to be. In fact, it was no doubt
a struggle for them to keep going.
Until a few years ago Dublin had
only one newspaper one of the best
that was printed anywhere and the
business men. the community and the
publisher will all be benefited by the
return to that condition. One good
newspaper well patronized is worth a
great deal more to the people among
whom it is published than two which
eke out a scanty existence.
One of Bob Taylor’s Best.
Atlanta Georgian.
Senator Bob Taylor, of Tennessee, in
his characteristic vein portrayed to his
colleagues in the Senate last week the
destitute condition of the South just af
ter the war, when this section was suf
fering the combined woes of recon
struction and high tariff. Said he:
“We were in the condition of the good
old praying member of the church who
was afflicted all at once with every dis
ease in the catalogue,” said the Sena
tor. “He had rheumatism, and aneur
ism, and curvature of the spine, and
was finally stricken with paralysis;
but after months of suffering he got
better, and went shambling one evening
to prayer-meeting. The old preacher
rose and said: ‘Now, brethren, 1 want
us to have a good time here to-night. I
want everyone of you to get. up and tell
what the Lord has done for you. There
is Brother Jones, God bless him! he
has been afflicted, and hasn't been with
us for many months. Brother Jones,
get up and tell us what the Lord has
done for you.’ Brother .Jone3 arose and
hohbled out in the aisle and said:
‘Well, brethren, He’s mighty nigh ruint
me. ’ ”
“Who is your Chicago friend?”
“He is a prominent ex-porter.”
“What does he export?’’
“I didn't say he exported anything.
He used to be porter at the hotel where
I stopped. ’'—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Hitching post—the matrimonial »gen-