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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 While we do not quote prices, if you need anything in our stock we can make it to your interest to come to see us.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-