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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. X L V. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1909. NO. 2. 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” label.) 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 Telephone 147 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 W «• 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 skilled workmanship. In the “Kantbe- beat” models you will find a modestness and worthiness unsur passed. It is the best medium-priced high- 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 hi ticipate. 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 and heroism.” 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- crown. We cannot afford to let the name of Rev. Allen Turner be forgotten. Woman Planned to Be the Mother of the Race. 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 motherly arms. 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. 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; On Matchmakers. Raltimoro Sun. 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 ing. 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 peevish? The riddle is yet to he solved. The answer tarries. 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 be spoiled.” “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 “Jim’s” keeping. We should never remo r the bene fits we have conferred, rur forget the favors received. Utter Lack of Chivalry. Chicago Kocord-Harald. 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. One ticket?” “Whatis the price for the round trip?” “Four twelve.” 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 lyn?” “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?” she asked. “Eleven thirty-seven.” Outside the conductor called “All aboard!” 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 other people. “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. Minneapolis Journal. Mrs. Charimmi Sinnikson, the West ern lecturer, said in the course of a de bate : “Why shouldn’t woman vote? She is as clever as man Cleverer in some things. In affairs of the heart much cleverer. “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 ly. “ ‘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 ing.’ "She paused pensively, then she went on: “ ‘Yes, Herbert, you may, since you wish it, kiss me. You may express yourself in one kiss. Proceed.’ “The timid Herbert, red and con- fuHed, pondered. “ ‘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 et. ” 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.