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fierald and Advertiser.
NEWNAN, FRIDA Y, J U L Y 30.
A TOAST TO THE "RELIABLE" MAN.
Here's to tho steadfast. reliable man,
The man with the tongue that'a true.
Who won’t promise to do any more than ho can,
But who'll do what ho says he’ll do.
Hi- may not bo clover; he’s often quite blunt,
Without either polish or air;
But. though it’a not in him txi "put up a front,"
When you need him he’s alwaya there.
So here'H to the man on whom one ran rely,
And here’H to his lusting success!
May his species continue to multiply
And hiH Hhudow never grow less!
ancc."~ [Shakespeare.
It. is culled “Pilgrims’ Rust,” the
camp at Oak Pawn, where Bernard
Bass, Jim Coleman, .Jcshu Travis, Jim
Webb and Howard Robinson are having
a week’s carnival. ’Tis sweet to hear
the rooster’s clarion (’row, calling the
drowsy sleepers to cups ere the rosy
lingers of Aurora gild the east with
golden sheen at the approach of Phoe
bus’ car. ’Tis a goodly sight to see
the pilgrims rise, one by one, and fish
beneath the straw. I.o, he draws from
its cool bed a small, black receptacle
with elongated neck. He touches the
cork with a gimlet device;- pop goes
the cork. A foam exudes. He quaffs
it as would a god his ambrosia. The
vacant flagon is tossed aside, and the
drowsy pilgrim returns to his virtuous
couch and the arms of Morpheus, to
the dulcet strains of a mosquito quar
tette. These are only a few of the joys
one may see, hear and taste at Pil-
jrtmns’ Rest. I,ike the female poten
tate of Sheha, who had beheld the mu
nificence of Solomon’s seraglio, I, who
have seen these things, must say “the
half has not been told,” nor am I dis
posed to tell the other half.
■They have bought a tin horn, a
drum and life, and a lot of other fuss
making machinery as a Santa Claus
;>,irering to their newly-arrived son
Imw Mr. and Mrs. Chus. Lyle. The
in fane arrived Tuesday, and wears the
blushing honors of life with becoming
dignity,
Mrs. Frank Davenport, of Atlanta,
is the guest of her brother, Mr. Geo.
Head.
Capt. Jim Martin is a horticultu
rist of no mean pretensions. As we
strolled through his garden a day or so
ago he said: “Lo, 1 shew thee a won
der berry bush, which hears the trash
iest fruit that ever stained an infant’s
gullet.” 1 asked him how it tasted.
Said he: “Imagine yourself chewing
4 huckleberry and a pokeberry at the
same time ; the combination gets the
qnswer,”
The Hags of our hearts are hanging
at half-mast. Our maidens are sad
eyed and forlorn. His physical beauty,
more resplendant than gorgeous Luna
when she wears a full face, no longer
brightens Carrollton society : his shape
ly pedal extremities fall no more on
our trottoirs; and the silvery accents
of his rippling voice fall not again on
the attentive ear of his love-lorn dam
sel. He has become a victim of the
gold of the godless. Ambition, and a
yearning to divorce the precious metal
from the coffers of its sordid Chicago
masters, have prompted him to aban
don these Elysian precincts and engage
with Montgomery Ward’s stupendous
department store in the aforementioned
porkopolis. Nubbin —Col. Nubbin —
Col. Nubbin Cobb-your going leaves
us with sad hearts. The vacuum crea
ted in Life’s pumping-station will be
more desolate than a last-year wren’s
nest. Day-day, boy!
We have none of “the higher crit
ics to blast at the foundations of Car
rollton’s faith;” even had we, they’d
make a mighty poor show against the
hosts of orthodoxy. As 1 remarked
some time ago, we have the Father of
Sin on the run, and our brethren of the
Central Baptist church are continuing
the chase. They have just closed a week
of preaching and prayer service, and
we have all shouldered our arms of
faith and are going after the Evil One.
Should temerity lead us to grapple the
horned and hoofed leviathan of iniquity
we may he like the man who caught
the bear—would be wanting some one
to help us turn him loose.
- We regret to note the severe illness
of Mrs. Jennie B. Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Haile visited
friends in Bowdon Sunday.
Col. Sam Boykin and family camp
ed at Oak Lawn lust week.
flower stalk, and the limbs radiate in
strong, well-defined branches, capable
of holding .’JO or 40 pounds each. The
vegetable grows to the size of a canta
loupe, is deep red, somewhat eiipsoi-
dal, ribbed, has a delicate flavor, and
weighs from one to four pounds each.
Some line specimens are in alcohol at
Fitts’ drug store. The seed were ob
tained from the craw of a wild goose
that Bro. Smith killed last winter.
The seed are selling at ten cents each,
and the demand can’t he supplied.
—The sunny clime and zephyr-swept
land of Honduras the home of the de
generate hidalgo and the adopted home
of the venturous American—the lair of
the venomous lance-headed snake, the
incubator of spasmodic revolutions—
agrees with Jimmie Coleman, who has
been mixing his sweetness with that
which is exchangeable in his new Hon
duran home. He returned to his na
tive heath a few days ago for a couple
of months’ stay. Before his expatria
tion he had a face smooth and unadorn
ed; but lack-a-day! he returns to us
with mustachios whose ends droop
and curve gracefully around the lobes
of his ears. He has the tierce and dash
ing semblance of a buccaneer of the
Spanish Main, with a suavity of man
ner that would melt the marble heart
of the Venus of Milo. Jimmie is a line
business lad, and has coined a few
quintals of dinaro, which he has invest
ed in banana lands that will produce
bunches as big as a barrel. Welcome,
lad, to the run of our pasture.
-The social talk-fest has invaded
this village. Our society dames call it
“Progressive Conversation.” Miss Lu-
eile Shell, a society favorite, tried one
Friday in honor of Miss Lou Reid, of
West Point. As this is a prohibition
town it may he safely conjectured that
the "Progressive Conversation” did
not sparkle with the scintillations of
wit that is engendered of “conversa
tion fluid. ’’ Miss Lucile will permit us
to congratulate her and the girls who
“progressed” in the Friday afternoon
conversation. When we were on our
first legs they called these functions
“hen parties ;” hut other women, other
times.
Carroll is to her neighbors what
the land of Goshen was to the Jews.
Billy McLendon, who lives near Bow
don, sowed one acre in oats. He
planted thick, and put lots of stable
manure under them. They grew six
feet high, and so thick you could stick
a butcher knife in them. Notwith
standing their lusty look he only got
ltil bushels from the acre.
Tact and talent will always win,
and both qualities are largely develop
ed in Mr. Allen W. Beddingfield. He
has been engaged for the past three
years as a life insurance agent in Car
rollton. In the last twelve months he
has distinguished himself as the best
agent in this section. During the
months of May and June he led all the
agents of his company with hands
down. For this record-breaking work
his company gave him a trip to New
York, or its cash equivalent. As he
always lias an eye to the main chance
he chose the bunch of long green. His
insurance policies don’t make you live
longer, but they enable a handsome
widow to have pick and choice of the
matrimonial market when the late in
sured is having the fat fried out of
him in the Plutonian cauldron. If you
want to give your widow a showing,
take a $10,000 policy with clever old
Allen Beddingfield.
Mrs. Annie Moses, on behalf of the
Young Matrons’ Club, entertained
number of matrons Tuesday afternoon.
A salad course, with frozen punch, was
served. And this reminds me of the
old ditty—
good frozen punch
"Doc” Summers, of Newnan, is
an agronomist of the old school, lie is
satisfied with moderate results
shown by some specimens of Coweta-
raised tomatoes which adorn a fruit
jar in the window of the First Nation
al Bank of this place. These specimens
weighed eight or ten ounces. Now,
“Doc,” this does pretty well for an
old timer, hut you may prepare to
have your views broadened and mind
jarred by some specimens of tomatoes
raised at Bowdon by one of nature’s
noblemen—Rev. E. C. Smith. He has
jnly four stalks of tomatoes. These
lave grown to a height of 9£ feet, and
nover an equally large area. The stem
is as thick and heavy as a large sun-
‘‘The women that havt
Anti giveth the old n
Shall have none of our good frozen punch
When their givxi frozen punch is gone.”
John Westbrook is a farmer right.
He believes in raising big yields of
corn and cotton, and is having the
finest hogs, cows, colts, horses and
mules. Then when you’ve produced
these, he believes in having a fair—a
county fair—to show them off to the
best advantage. He proves the pud
ding by chewing the bag. He has ta
ken stock in the Fourth District Fair
Association, for which he disbursed
the cool, glittering cash. A few men
like him would make our waste places
produce like the delta of old Nilus.
—Capt. Ben Long continues his dia
ry, in which he gives a graphic picture
of the battle of Churubusco, and the
fall of Contreras:
“Oct. 25.—The army has been quite
active for the past three months. Both
Contreras and Churubusco have fallen
into our hands during this period, in
the accomplishment of which the wood
en-legged Mexican general, Santa
Anna, has been beaten at every point,
which defeats have sent him fleeing tn-
ls - wards his capital--the City of Mexico,
as | A brief description of our operations
may not prove uninteresting, and as l
have the report of Gen. Henry J.
Hunt, made to Gen. Scott, of his oper
ations around Contreras and Churubus
co, with whom I had the honor to
serve. I will reproduce some of his fine
pen pictures: ‘On the 19th ot August
Gen. Scott’s headquarters were at San
Augustin, a small village -1 or 5 miles
from Churubusco. The main road run
ning south from the City of Mexico
forks at Churubusco. one branch going
to San Augustin, while the other runs
in a southwesterly direction and passes
to the east of Contreras and to a some
what elevated plateau beyond or south
of Contreras. The distance from Chur
ubusco to the plateau and from the
plateau to San Augustin, are each
about eaual distance from San Augus
tin to Churubusco. This triangular
space, included between the two roads
and a ridge of hills south of San Au
gustin as the third side, is called the
pedrigal. This pedrigal is a vast sur
face of volcanic rock and scoria, broken
into every possible form, presenting
sharp ridges and deep fissures, making
it exceedingly difficult even in the day
time for the passage of infantry, and
utterly impassable for artillery or cav
alry, or horsemen. There are occa
sional intervals, especially near San
Augustin, where small fields have
been made and tilled; but these little
oases grow smaller and more infrequent
toward the west, and a mile or two
from the plateau ceases altogether, so
that the country from above Contreras
to the range of hills on the south is an
almost unbroken field of desolation,
such as lava would present in a state
of ebullition. Indeed, it appears like a
sea of lava suddenly congealed, with
here and there a clump of hardy bushes
and dwarf trees, which have managed
to force an existence from the apparent
ly sterile rocks. By taking advantage
of the small open spaces a difficult,
crooked, hardly passable road — not
much better than a mule-track—had
been opened from Gan Augustin to the
plateau, in front of which it joins the
road from the City of Mexico. On this
plateau Gen. Vallencia had entrenched
his live divisions, about 6,000 strong
with 24 guns, which completely com
manded the approach from San Augus
tin. A mile or more from Contreras,
in the neighborhood of Ancelda, and on
the main city road, lay Gen. Santa
Anna with a portion of the reserves of
the Mexican army. On the morning of
the 19th Gen. Scoct ordered Pillow’s
and Twiggs’ divisions to move from
San Augustin toward the plateau, the
ground having been previously careful
ly reconnoitered by Capt. R. E. Lee
and Lieuts. Beauregard and Tower, of
the Engineers. Pillow was directed to
improve the road with his force, and if
possible make it practicable for artil
lery, while Twiggs was thrown in ad
vance to protect the working parties. By
3 o'clock the advanced divisions came to
a point where the new road could not
he continued except under the direct
fire of 22 pieces of the enemy’s artil
lery, (most of them large caliber,)
placed in a camp strongly entrenched
to oppose our operations, surrounded
by every advantage of ground, and, lie-
sides, being reinforced hourly by im
mense bodies of cavalry and infantry,
which, corning from the city over an
excellent road beyond the volcanic
fields, were consequently beyond the
reach of our cavalry and artillery. Ar
riving on the ground an hour later, I
found that Pillow’s and Twiggs’ divis
ions had advanced to dislodge the ene
my, picking their way (all officers on
foot) along his front, and extending
themselves toward the road from the
city and the enemy’s left. The battle,
though mainly stationary, continued to
rage with great violence until night
fall.’ This account brings me to a
point where I may dispense with the
report of Gen. Hunt, which has so
graphically portrayed the pedregaL, the
most villainously rough section in or
out of Mexico, the country over which
it was my ill fortune to traverse, as
our cavalry were dismounted, and we
attached to Gen. Hunt’s column,
which, with Gens. Persifer Smith’s and
Shields’ brigades, made the dreadful
passage of the pedregal. Late on the
morning of the 19th our column set out
from San Augustin in the direction
of Contreras. Ours being in advance,
we soon struck a region over which it
was said no horse could go, and men
only with difficulty. No road was avail
able. My company led the van, and its
point of direction was a church spire in
Contreras. We soon came to the ped
regal. (that field of volcanic rock de
scribed above,) pathless and precipi
tous, and generally compelling rapid
motion in order to leap from one point
of rock to another, on which both feet
could remain, and its rough edges de
stroyed our shoes. Woe to the luck
less wight who fell upon their cruel,
jagged edges. An effort to scale them
lacerated the hands shockingly. As
we were nearing the farther side of
the pedregal a heavy line of battle rose
up and poured a volley into our badly
scattered ranks. The nature of the
field made it impossible to charge their
works. An order was given for the
men to conceal themselves in the fis
sure, to load at will and return their
fire. Seeing they could not dislodge us
with musketry, their heavy artillery
was converged upon our position, and
a withering fire of shot and shell was
delivered upon us. A flanking party of
the enemy turned our position, which
compelled us to move to the right, and
which freed us from the bad lands. Be
fore we reached the main road to Con
treras we arrived at a canyon from
which ran a small stream. The day be
ing exceedingly warm, the men greedi
ly fell upon their stomachs and began
to slake their thirst. This was ill-ad
vised, for, while drinking, the Mexi
cans made a rush upon us which com
pelled our columns to take shelter in
the canyon, the sides of which were so
precipitous we could not scale them,
and the ravine proved a kind of cul-de-
sac. We were like rats caught in a
trap. Thinking they had us at a disad
vantage, the Mexicans charged us with
fixed bayonets. When within forty or
fifty yards of us we fired upon them,
and their advancing ranks were mown
down. The head of the column wav
ered, and as they turned to flee we
poured another volley into their dense
ranks, which left the ground strewn
with their dead and dying. With a yell
we then fell upon them. The havoc
was harrowing. Our columns literally
cut their way through the jammed and
packed masses of the enemy, who had
wedged the mouth of the canyon in ea
ger expectation of capturing us. The
fleeing Mexicans found the main road
to Contreras, and we pursued them so
hotly they had not time to rally. They
communicated their panic to the main
line, which also turned and fled with
them. It was now nightfall, and our
tired and powder - begrimed soldiery
entered the deserted city of Churubus
co, amid the lurid glare of burning
houses which had been fired by the
Mexicans, who thus sought to destroy
a large amount of military stores.
Through the heroic efforts of the
Americans the flames were extin
guished, thus saving to our army a
vast supply of provisions and munitions
of war. As usual, opr company had
the good luck to escape without any
fatalities, though more than half of
them bore some slight token of Mexi
can ill-will in the nature of flesh
wounds, and bruises from blows given
by the Mexicans with ihe butts of their
rifles. It now appears that the capital
HIGH
HIGH
CLASS
JACK
POWELL
JACK
POWELL
is doomed—that the City ot Mexico’will
soon be ours. ”
-Lovie Robinson is in Mississippi
this week, studying the habits of the
Mexican boll weevil.
-Mrs. E. H. Colclough is spending
a month at Bluffton Springs.
— Mrs. Ernest Cooper, of Cedartown,
was the rece nt guest of her sister,
Mrs. E. W. Thomasson.
■—Mrs. Silas P. Coalson and children
are visiting Mrs. C.’s mother, Mrs.
John Neal, at Summerville.
J. HJVlcKOY.
REAL ESTATE AND RENT
ING AGENT.
FOR SALE.
New 5-room cottage, Second avenue;
price $1,500.
7-room house, Second avenue; rents
for $10. Price $1,250.
4- room house. Fourth street; rents
for $5. Price 400.
Two 3-room houses, Sixth street;
rents for $6.50. Price $750-$100 cash
and $10 per month.
5- room cottage. Spring street, all
conveniences. Price $1,500—$100 cash
and $20 per month.
5-room house, Jefferson street.
100 acres fine farm land, with two
settlements, near new railroad survey.
150 acres land, close to good school
and church. The new railroad will
have a station near this place.
These farms will bring more money
when railroad is completed.
See me if you want to buy a house
and lot or farm, or rent a house.
J. H
. McKOY
'Phone 260.
P. Wood roof.
President.
D. P. Woodroof,
Vice-President.
P. L. Woodroof,
Sec’y and Treas.
WOODROOF SUPPLY CO.
Comes before the people of Newnan and surrounding country with
an entirely new and select stock of goods, consisting of Groceries,
Dry Goods, Boots, Shoes, and all kinds of Farmers’ Hardware.
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. C.A fresh supply of Orange and Amber Sorg
hum Seed just received.
WOODROOF SUPPLY CO.
AT THE OLD BRADLEY-BANKS COMPANY CORNER.
Why Hoard it Away
DR. M. S. ARCHER,
Luthersville, Ga.
All calls promptly filled, day or night. Diseases
of children a specialty.
THOS. J. JONES,
Physician and Surgeon.
Office on Hancock street, near public square,
Residence next door to Virginia House.
DR. F. I. WELCH,
Physician.
DR. T. B. DAVIS,
Physician and Surgeon.
Office—Sanatorium building. Otfice 'phone 5
call: residence 'phone 5—2 calls.
And miss the comforts and
pleasures of this life? The
man who economizes at the
expense of some Mosquito
Xets this summer does so at
the expense of his physical
comfort.
Be wise and make life real
ly enjoyable by investing to-day in some of our Mosquito
Xets. The “Perfection" kind fits any bed.
w. A. TURNER,
Physician and Su{geon.
Special attention given to surgery and diseases '
of women. Office 19Va Spring street. ’Phone 220 j
K. W. STARR,
Dentist.
All kinds of dental work. Patronage of the pub
lic solicited. Office over Newnan Banking Co.
Kesidence ’phone 142.
Scroggin Furniture Company