NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. X L V.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1909.
BAGGING AND TIES
Before you buy your Bagging and Ties we want
'to make you some prices, as we had the foresight to
buy before the advance. We also have the best duck
cotton Pick Sacks at 25 c. each.
We have just received a car-load of Shorts, Bran,
and Bran and Shorts mixed, on which we can make
you some very close prices. We also carry the best
feed Cotton Seed Meal for your cow. We have, too,
a quantity of the best Georgia Rye.
“Merry Widow” Tobacco is the finest on earth
for the price. Just received 1,000 lbs., and must sell
it at once ; so, while it lasts, we will continue to sell
at 10c. plug, or a 10-lb. box for $3.25.
Don’t forget that we sell the famous “Stronger
Than the Law” Shoes—the only water-proof shoe on
the market. Every pair guaranteed, and we are still
.selling them at the old price.
You can get the genuine Jeans Pants from us—
the kind your mother used to make—("Gold Medal”
Come to see us and let us figure with you on
anything you may need.
T. fi. Farmer & Sens Go.
f 9 Court Square :: 6 and 8 W. Washington
DEATH O P SUM M E R .
Oh, penile Noon, cnnst thou be dyinp—
Noon, with all the joys you pive?
Dost thou not hear the willows siphinp—
Sighinp that thou cnnst not live?
So sweet hast thou been to us, clear,
We weep that thou must ro;
And chilling 1 Evening will appear
Our griof to share—its sadness show.
Farewell, oh, Noon; depart in peace;
Palo Evening’s drawing nigh;
Thy hold on life thou must release,
And bid us all good-bye.
We know that sunshine here on earth
Is mixed with darksome gloom,
And that at times our joys and mirth
Must sleep within the tomb.
—[Chas. Lee Racmois.
Newnan, Gn., Oet. 4, 1909.
Is the time to buy that
We have secured
the agency in New
nan for “Kant be- _
heat” Clothing. Per-
manency of style and
fit are assured by
fabric, quality and
In the “Kantbe-
beat” models you will
find a modestness and
passed. It is the best
class clothing made.
You won’t find better
suits if you look the
city over. Come in
and see these clothes.
We are showing big gAj
values for the season.
PRICES, $7.50 TO S20.
H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO.
Memories of Rev. Allen Turner.
Rev. Goo. W. Yarbrough in Covington Enterprise.
To Rev. Allen Turner will be award
ed the honor of generating and con
serving the sentiment out of which
Emory College was born.
As they years roll away, and hidden
things come to light, he will be enroll
ed among the pioneers of Christian ed
ucation in Georgia, and it Emory Col
lege ever has a gallery of portraits of
those who have stood by her in her
struggles, the name of Rev. Allen Tur
ner will deserve to be central.
Now for the history to justify this
claim for this man of faith, courage
and devotion to Georgia Methodism.
In the winter of 1832 and 1833 the
Georgia annual conference held its ses
sion in LaGrange, Troup county, Ga.
We were visited by the Rev. John
Early, from Virginia, and the Rev.
Wm. McMahon, from Tennessee, the
first as agent for Randolph-Macon Col
lege and the last as agent for the La-
Grange College. Virginia proposed to
Georgia to endow a professorship —
price twenty thousand dollars—in Ran
dolph-Macon College. It was assumed
and expected that patronage in the
way of students would follow this in
vestment. Tennessee proposed noth
ing very specific, but would be glad of
our countenance and encouragement—
perhaps would like permission to circu
late agents through our territory to
levy contributions both of money and
students. The rival agents each pre
sented his case and its claims. Loca
tion, climate, the relation of the
States, the comparative advttlitftges of
neighborhood and distance, were ill!
duly discussed. I shall never forget
how the grave and courtly old Virgin
ian was annoyed by the raillery and hu
mor of his competitor from the West.
The discussion ended ; the conference
adjourned. No positive promises were
made, no special pledges were given.
But a NEW IDEA had been thrown
into our midst. It was a living idea,
capable of growth, expansion, and des
tined to a glorious development. Like
the grain of mustard seed in our Sa
vior’s parable, there was in it a living
principle, a vital element. It germina
ted, grew, waxed strong, became a
great tree, and our children and chil
dren’s children will feed on its fruits
atid he refreshed by its shadow. But I
The conference held its next session
at Washington, Wilkes county. Bishop
Wmoiy—-from whom the college takes
its name—presided. We were visited
by Dr. Olin, recently elected president
of Randolph-Macon College. He came
to renew the proposition of the Vir
ginia brethren, to urge its acceptance
upon the conference, and to have an
agent appointed to give it practical
form and execution. The subject was
introduced in open conference, in the
presence of numerous auditors. Olin,
with his great mind—and there have
been few, if any, of more colossal pro
portions in this great country—intro
duced the topic. He brought his
mighty powers to hear with an inten
sity of zeal and enthusiasm of interest
perfectly overwhelming. Conviction
followed his reassuring—persuasion his
appeals. When he concluded, and the
conference was ready to carry the pro
posal by acclamation to vote him with
uplifted hands everything he asked,
and even more—to the surprise of most
and the merriment of some, a grave
brother (the Rev. Allen Turner) rose
in opposition. My old friend will par
don me if I say the general impression
was that there would be no fight, or
at least a very unequal combat. But
if he lacked anything in the shape of
mental power, he made it up in resolu
tion. He squared himself for the con
flict, and with an unblanched brow, and
his lance in rest, bore down on his
formidable opponent. “Long time,
though not in even or doubtful scale,
the battle hung. The spell of
I rious intellect was upon every
merit. The victory was gained before
the battle began. Olin carried the
movement, this discussion and agitn-
tion, were not necessary to arouse,
deepen, and expand the conviction of
the public mind as to the importance
of denominational education. If so, the
results are worth the twenty thousand
dollars we paid in advance. If not, let
Turner have the credit for his foresight
I have, with great pains, and with
faithfulness to the text, taken this im
portant incident from “Sermons and
Addresses” of Bishop George F.
Tierce, edited by Rev. Atticus G. Hay-
good, D. I)., L. L. 1)., 1837.
The address from which the quota
tion is taken was delivered on the or
casion of laying the corner-stone of a
new college building at Oxford, Feb.
22, 1852, the building preceding Seney
Hall, and that having been pronounced
unsafe, was torn down. The auditorium
was on the second floor, and one of the
largest and most elegant in the South.
During the years it was considered
snfe the commencement exercises were
held there, Dr. Lovick Pierce preach
ing at 3 p. m., and some other visiting
dignitary at night in the Old College
Village Chapel, thus not allowing it to
go out of use on commencement occa
sions from the beginning of its history
until now. and I fondly hope that some
commencement use will be made of it
as long as it stands. Rev. Mien Turner
lived to see Georgia’s own Emory on a
high sea, and to see his son, William
Allen Turner, graduate on her rostrum
with the noble clast of 1858; and all
this after his round with the formida
ble Dr. Stephen Olin before the Geor
gia Conference at Washington, Ga., in
1834. A man can afford, when he iH in
the right, to WHit a quarter of a centu
ry for his verdict. 1
Many, many have had to wait longer,
but it finally turned out that they
were right, and they received then-
We cannot afford to let the name of
Rev. Allen Turner be forgotten.
Woman Planned to Be the Mother of
Lotlla Alto Weir In Now Orleans Staton.
| When one watches a little girl at play,
I "no can see the shadow of future moth
erhood havering over her. The sex dif
ference may ho noticed in the early
stag/*?, of existence.
The little hoy clamors for the ball,
the hobby-horse, the mifiiatttre “choo
ehoo” car, the toy soldier or the ham
mer, the hatchet arid the saw. All
things that belong to the man life.
But the woman child hugs her dollie to
her breast, wheels it in its tiny go-cart
or rocks it to sleep, at the same time
crooning softest mother lullabies.
Like true mother-love, the form or
the fashion of the dollie matters not.
We have all seen the little girl who ig
nores the latest Parisian creation for
some disreputable looking dollie that
“little girlie” has mothered for a season
or so. One never knows, either, where a
child’s fancy may fall.
Not long since I took a little maiden
of 4 into a doll shop, intending to
purchase her a kid-bisque combination.
The obliging saleswoman showed us sev
eral beauties of blonde and brunette
loveliness. Long, shiny curls, real eye
lashes and pearly teeth. Little “Miss
Four-Year-Old” sniffed disdainfully at
all these paragons and cast longing eyes
on a rag dollie, whose painted face was
only a distorted semblance of humanity.
In spite of all my coaxings and plead
ings “Miss P’our-Year-Old” would
“ha’ no other bairn,” and when we
left the store she triumphantly and
huggingly carried “Rug Dollie” in her
When the Teddy-Bear craze was at
its height many alarmists took fright,
lest the maternal instinct would be
dwarfed in little girls. They feared
that love lavished on a bear instead of
a doll would have a baneful effect on
our future mothers. But, really, I think
all such uneasiness entirely uncalled
For most little girls, with the fairy
like fancy of childhood, simply trans
formed a Teddy Bear into a child; and
he was adopted and treated as only an
other one of the great “doll family.”
This fancy can make a doll of any kind
of an object.
I have even seen a little girl dressing
up a block of wood and “making believe
it was a doll.” So, thus even in the
tender years of childhood, we see nature
marking the great distinction between
glo- | man and woman. Woman to be the
judg- j great mother of the race and man the
fighter, the worker, the producer.
Thrice happy is the woman who can
day, but, as I now believe, Turner had accept this great decree without any
the best of the argument. He took the j questioning as to its fitness to her per-
ground that we ought not to go into sonal application the woman who
1 the Randolph-Macon arrangement; that gravitates naturally to a happy mar-
Georgia needed a college of her own-
ought to have it, must have it, and
that we were injudiciously forestalling
ourselves by collecting so large a sum
from our people for a distant institu
tion. Fortunately, or unfortunately,
these views did not prevail. It might
be a question whether this preliminary ' but it passed off poon after you left,
ried life and who never bothers herself
about the burning questions so absorb
ingly interesting to modern womankind.
He—“I hope you are better to-day.
I thought you were not looking well
when I was at your house yesterday.”
Bhe—“I had rather a bad headache;
Theoretically, every woman spends
the first year or so after her marriage
in studying the science of housekeep
ing, with its attendant arts and crafts
—cooking, servant - bossing, picture
hanging, dusting, darning and plain
sewing. Actually, she gives over most
of her time to the practice of the an
cient and nefarious vice of match-mak
Match-innking seems to he an extra
ordinarily exhilarating sport to all nor
mal women from the age of 7 to 71).
Every little girl with more than one
doll puts the ugliest into pantaloons,
ties its arm around the waist of tne
prettiest, pencils a mustache upon its
pink, chalky upper lip, and closes her
self in a long delirium of bisque-and-
stuffed-leuther courtships, betrothals,
elopements and weddings. And every
healthy young miss, once free of her
pigtail chrysalis and her jejune mania
for giggling, rushes oil' to wedding af
ter wedding with the same instinctive
fervor a patriotic Spaniard exhibits in
attending bull-fights. She becomes an
authority upon all the forms and cere
monies of all the recognized sects and
denominations. She becomes an alert
and subtle critic of veils, laces, bou
quets, preachers, organ music, rice
throwing and best men.
But it is not until she is safely mar
ried herself that match-making, in a
broad sense, becomes the dominant
passion of her life. As a spinster, her
yearning to see others married is dilu
ted and tempered by a maidenly en
deavor to got married herself. But
once snfely across the horrific chasm,
she becomes hii industrious and viru
lent matrimonial bureau. The bache
lor friends of her husband are her
bright, particular targets. She invites
them to excellent dinners— gorgeous
Lucullan feasts, made up of her favor
ite delicatessen—and sees to it that
their appetites are sharpened or para
lyzed, as the case may he, by pretty
girls. She puts pink candelabra on the
table. She leads the choked conversa
tion up to the subject of love. She
makes her husband-poor fellow!—tell
his guests how glad ho is that he is
married, and how his present life of
connubial joy makes him shudder at
the recollection of the barrenness and
privations of his bachelorhood.
A bachelor guest, under such circum
stances, is in the positionn of a lone
warrior ambushed by a superior and
desperate force. No matter how much
the half-hearted lying of his host may
amuse him, etiquette demands that he
either guffaw or roar, or even snicker.
And, besides that, the dinner is a good
one, the hostess is charming -and the
girl beside him is indubitably pretty.
It is a serious and delicate situation,
and unless he takes u good grip upon
himself he is lost. The girl is pretty;
some one—the hostess?—has let fall a
hint that her pana has a bank roll;
the lights are pink; the dusk drifts
down; the host grunts like a happy
dachshund -arid may the fates protect
the bachelor! But why is it 7 Why are
all young married women such shame
less match-makers? Why, oh, why? Is
it because God hath made them so? Or
is it because that is the only way the
conventions of society will permit, them
to work off their native cussedness? A
man can swear. A woman cannot. Or
is it and perhaps this is the true rea
son—because they are afraid that their
husbands, contemplating the Dionysian
ease and freedom of their bachelor
friends, may grow discontented and
The riddle is yet to he solved. The
A Mean Advantage.
New York Tribune.
While Miss Molly O’Hagan, employ
ed on a farm at Montville, N. J., was
up in a haymow gathering eggs the
other day, James Moran, a young
farmer, who had long, hut unsuccess
fully, sought her hand in marriage,
stealthily removed the ladder, arid kept
her a prisoner in her lofty station until
she promised to be his wife.
Moran owns the adjoining farm. It
was an opportune time, as the family
had driven to the old Dutch Reformed
church to attend the services, leaving
Miss Molly to cook the dinner. She
did nob-know who had removed the lad
der, and called Moran, whom she heard
going by whistling.
The latter entered the barn, and
Molly pleaded with him to place the
ladder, put the young farmer only kept
on declaring his love.
“If you have any love in you,” said
Molly, “let me down; my dinner will
“Will you he rny wife?” asked the
persistent young man.
As her case seemed hopeless and she
could almost smell the dinner burning
Molly finally surrenderc' 1 uer heart to
We should never remo r the bene
fits we have conferred, rur forget the
Utter Lack of Chivalry.
She rushed to the ticket window at
2:59. The train was to start at 3:01,
and she stood at the ticket window,
with eleven men in line behind her.
“How long will it be before this train
starts?” Bhe asked.
“It is going right away,” the agent
replied; “leaves in two minutes.”
“What is the fair to Rosslyn?”
“Two dollars and thirty-four cents.
“Whatis the price for the round trip?”
She turned half around and looked
vacantly at the fidgeting men who want
ed to purchase tickets. A thin pessi
mist suggested in tones that he proba
bly did not intend to be soft that it
would be a mistake for anyone to sup
pose he had all day to wait.
Without noticing him or paying any
attention to what he said, the lady
turned again to the agent to ask;
“Is there an earlier train to Ross
“Train at 9:01 in the morning.”
“Madam,” said the pessimistic gen
tlemen, “if you’re not going till to-mor
row perhaps you’ll be good enough to
let the rest of us got our tickets.”
Her look must have caused him to
realize that she considered it imperti
nent of him to speak to her without
having been formally introduced.
“At what time does the train which
leaves here at 9:04 get to Rosslyn?”
Outside the conductor called “All
The man who stood next in line bo-
hind the lady pushed a bill through the
window and UBked for a ticket to Clig-
tondale, but tho agent advised him to
go without a ticket unless he intended
to wait for the next train. The line
melted away and the lean pessimist
turned at tho door to make a disagree
able remark about the small regard
that some women had for the rights of
“Dear me,” said the lady, “what a
horrible man that is! Such a thing
could never happen in the South. There
the spirit of chivalry survives.”
“Well,” said the agent after she had
departed without buying a ticket, “if
the spirit; of chivalry makes tho men
of the South stand hack and take such
things patiently, it’s no wonder the
South is several laps behind.”
The Girl Guide.
Mrs. Charimmi Sinnikson, the West
ern lecturer, said in the course of a de
“Why shouldn’t woman vote? She is
as clever as man Cleverer in some
things. In affairs of the heart much
“I used to know a pretty girl whom
a young bunker was courting timidly.
One afternoon in the garden the hanker
scraped up courage enough to ask in a
tremulous whisper for a kiss.
The pretty girl looked at him grave
“ ‘A kiss,' Hhe said. ‘You ask me
for a kiss? Now applied to the hand,
u kisH signifies respect. In the fore
head it denotes friendship. Upon the
lips it indicates—all things—or noth
"She paused pensively, then she
“ ‘Yes, Herbert, you may, since you
wish it, kiss me. You may express
yourself in one kiss. Proceed.’
“The timid Herbert, red and con-
“ ‘I mustn’t lose her,’ he muttered
to himself. ‘Whore, then, shall I kiss
her? The forehead, the hand? Through
respect and friendship love may event
ually be gained ; but if I am at the
start too hold—’
“Suddenly his meditations wore in
terrupted by a trill of divinest melody.
It was aH if a nightingale were singing.
The young mao looked up.
“The girl was whistling, her red
mouth puckered into the shape of a
rosebud. Her hat was pulled down
over her eyes, hiding her forehead com
pletely, and her hands were thrust up
to tho wrist in the pockets of her jack
Richard Mansfield, tho recently de
ceased actor, hired a private secretary
a few years ago, hut was compelled to
discharge him because he could not
spell and was otherwise rather lame in
the matter of education. When the
young man had received the notice of
his dismissal he went to the actor and
asked for an explanation.
"The fact is,” he was told, “your
education is too meager for the require
ments of the position.”
Greatly offended, the ex-secretary
exclaimed: “Why, sir, my parents
spent $5,000 on my education.”
“Then, my dear boy,” said the ac
tor, “I would advise them to institute
proceedings for the recovery of the
money. They were swindled.”
Who has nothing fears nothing.