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VOL. X L V.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1909
NO. 10.
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THE YOUNG W1DOW .
Sho is modest, but not bashful;
Free and easy, but not bold;
Like an apple—ripe and mellow;
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Half inviting, half repulsing,
Now advancing; and now shy;
There is mischief in her dimple,
There is danger in her eye.
She has studied human nature;
She ia schooled in all her arts;
She has taken her diploma
^ As the mistress of all hearts;
She can toll the very moment
When to sigh and when to smile;
O. a maid is sometimes charming;;
Hut the widow’s all the while.
Are you sad? how very serious
Will her handsome face become;
Are you angry? she is wietched.
Lonely, friendless, tearful, dumb;
Are you mirthful? how her laughter,
Silver sounding, will ting out;
Site can lure, and eatch and piny you,
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Who have grown so bold and wise;
Young Americans of twenty,
With the love-lccks in your eyes.
You may practice all your lessons.
Taught by Cupid since the fall;
But I know a little widow
Who could win and fool you all.
of his noble Arlington home, his eyes
glancing across the river at the llag of
his country, waving above the dome ol
the capitol, and then resting on the
soil of his native Virginia, we should
be willing now to recognize in him one
of the finest products of American life.
For surely as the years go on we shall
see that such a life can he judged by
no partisan measure, and we shall
come to look upon him as the English
of our day regard Washington, whom
little more than a century ago they de
lighted to call a rebel. Indeed, in all
essential characteristics Lee resembled
Washington, and had the great work
of his life been crowned with success
or had he chosen the winning aide, the
world would have acknowledged that
Virginia could in a century produce
two men who were the embodiment of
public and private virtue.
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A Boston Historian’s Estimate of Lee.
Rhodes’ History of the United States.
The Confederates had an advantage
in that Robert E. Lee espoused their
cause; to some extent appreciated at
the time, this in reality was an advan
tage beyond computation. Had he fol
lowed the example of Scott and Thom
as, and remained in service under the
old flag, in active command of the
Army of the Potomac, how differently
might not events have turned out?
Lee, now 54 years uld, his face ex
hibiting the ruddy glow of health and
his head without a gray hair, was
physically and morally a splendid ex
ample of manhood. Able to trace his
lineage far back to the mother country,
the best blood of Virginia flowed in his
veins. The founder of the Virginia
family, who emigrated in the time of
Charles I., was a cavalier in sentiment:
"Light Horse Harry,’’ of the Revolu
tion, was the father of Robert E. Lee.
Drawing from a knightly race all their
virtues, he had inherited none of their
vices. Honest, sincere, simple, mag
nanimous, forbearing, refined, courte
ous, yet dignified and proud, never
lacking self-command, he was in all re
spects a true man. Graduating from
West Point, his life had been exclusive
ly that of a soldier, yet he had none of
the soldier’s bad habits. He used
neither liquor nor tobacco, indulged
rarely in a social glass of wine, and
cared nothing for the pleasures of the
table. He was a good engineer, and
under Gen. Scott had won distinction
in Mexico. The work that had fallen
to his lot be had performed in a system
atic manner aid with conscientious
care. "Duty is the subiimest word in
our language, ” he wrote to his son.
Sincerely religious, Providence to him
was a veriiy, and it may be truly said
that he walked with God.
A serious rnan, he anxiously watched
from his station in Texas the progress
of events since Lincoln’s election.
Thinking "slavery as an institution a
moral arid political evil," having a sol
dier’s devotion to his flag and a warm
attachment to Gen. Scott, he loved the
Union, and it was especially dear to
him as the fruit of the mighty labors
of Washington. Although believing
that the South had just grievances, due
A Five-Minute Sermon.
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to the aggressions of the North, he did
C n icb Rpci- riinlifv not thinlc these evils great enough to
lliutsll, IJGdL ijUcmuy resort to the remedy of revolution, and
to him secession was nothing less.
"Still,” he wrote in January, 18fil, "a
Union that can only be maintained
with swords and bayonets, and in
which strife and Civil War are to take
the place of brotherly love and kind
ness, has no charm for me. ... If
the Union is dissolved and the Govern
ment disrupted, I shall return to my
native State and share the miseries of
my people, and, save in defense, will
draw my sword on none." Summoned
to Washington by his chief, he had ar-
J ust the harness rived tl ‘ ere a , fe , w da f 8 bet °™ tbe A T
•J auguration of Lincoln, and he had to
make the decision after the bombard
ment of Sumter and the President’s
call for troops, whether he should serve
the National Government or Virginia.
The active command of the Federal
army with the succession to the chief
place was virtually offered to him, hut,
with his notion of State rights and his
allegiance to Virginia, his decision,
though it cost him pain to make it,
could have been no other than it was.
He could not lead an army of invasion
into his native State, and after the or
dinance of secession had been passed
by the Virginia convention, he resigned
his position and accepted the command
of the Virginia forces.
Northern men may regret that Lee
did not see his duty in the same light
as did two other Virginians, Scott and
Thomas, but cenaure’s voice upon the
action of such u noble soul is hushed.
A careful survey of his character and
life must lead the stuudent of men and
affairs to see that the course he took
was, from his point of view and judged
by his inexorable and pure conscience,
the path of duty to which a high sense
of honor called him. Could we share
the thoughts of that high-minded man
as he paced the broad, pillared veranda
AND WHITE STAR
AND WHITE
Albany Herald.
The little things count. The more a
man rubs up against the world, the
better prepared is he for realizing that
few things we do or say or think are
so trivial that they may not, in some
unexpected but deeply vital way, ex
ert an influence sufficient to change the
current of human lives. The old jingle
which tells of the lost horse-shoe nail,
and because of it the loss of a shoe, a
horse, a messenger, a battle and a
kingdom, comes readily to mind.
The average man goes through life
zig-zagging from side to side of the
Great Highway; bumping against cor
ners, falling into ditches, bogging
the mire, jostling against those who
pass him and whom he passes, making
a lot of unnecessary noise and creating
no end of needless stir. And whenever
he falls or stumbles; whenever he mires
or meets mishaps more or less serious,
he gets up, brushes off' the mud or dust
and exclaims: "It doesn’t matter. It’s
a little thing. What difference does it
make? -just so I get along.”
Hut as he gets well advanced on the
journey he begins to realize that the
little things do count that it is better
to avoid the corners and the had places
, in the road, fie begins to regret that
i he was not more careful at the outset,
1 anji that so much was wasted in
| strength that might have been utilized
to good advantage - to help some other
traveler, if not needed in his own case.
The little things are important in
“everyday business.” Whether you are
building an empire or cutting weeds,
the trivial circumstance of to-day may
be the key to to-morrow’s crisis. A
loose screw will stop the mowing ma
chine, and a lost letter or telegram
plunge the empire into disastrous rev
olution.
And in a man’s spiritual life, the lit
tle things play quite as important a
part as they do in purely material af
fairs. The time comes to every man
when he finds himself face-to-face
with his last opportunity to lay hold of
God—the last time when, through His
grace, a soul steeped in sin may be lift
ed up.
But once he has made the change,
once he has turned his face toward
that new life which glows in the light
that is not of earth or of the heavenly
bodies, a man who is seeking the salva
tion of his soul, may not in safety say
to himself, “It is a small thing--this
temptation —it doesn't matter.” For
the progress of the repentant man must
be little by little. The Great Light
may have come into his life like the
glory of a new-born sun, but the time
will never come to him when he may
say of the little sin, "It won’t hurt
me.” It will. It may hurt no one
else, but it will clog the feet of the
man who is struggling up the highway
toward eternal life and who contempt
uously dismisses even the most trivial
transgression of God’s law with the
self - satisfying argument that "it
doesn’t matter.”
Teach yourself to realize that noth
ing is so small that it is without effect
in the universe in which you have been
placed. There is purpose in the exist
ence of every created thing, and when
the least of these things is misapplied,
some part of a great plan is some
where marred. “For precept must be
upon precept, precept upon precept:
line upon line, line upon line; here a
little and there a little.”
“Dear Old Broadway.”
Kamma City Journal.
As an example of the execrable taste
of some producers and managers of
traveling dramatic attractions, the
everlasting reference to "dear old
Broadway” as the one and only place
on earth where there is anything worth
living for is the most irritating. In the
days when the Bowery was a pic
turesque and unique thoroughfare there
was some reason for the many songs
and jokes that were constantly intro
duced in stage entertainments concern
ing that historic East Side street, and
the country at large felt more amuse
ment than resentment thereat. But
times have changed.
During the last few years actors have
harped on Broadway, sung songs about
Broadway, and told alleged jokes about
Broadway, until the thing has become
an obsession. It is rare that a musi
cal comedy or any sorl of stage jumble
that permits free interpolation does
not contain a lot of wearisome stuff'
about Broadway. It is not that the
people of the West and South have any
particular aversion to Broadway, hut;
the manner of stage people in dragging
Broadway to the front as something
that ought to cause us to gape in
amazement is an insult to our intelli
gence. The actors assume that an au
dience in the West or the South is com
posed of ignorant and untraveled coun
trymen who have never beheld the sor
did splendor of New York’s fetid high
way. They feed us Broadway as an ex
plorer tells us of a foreign land, ex
pecting us to he duly grateful that a
large-souled and philanthropic SffO-a-
woek actor unselfishly deserts “dear
old Broadway” for a Lime to come out
and cell the benighted and uncivilized
people of the West how perfectly daz
zling it is.
The people of the West as a rule are
better traveled and better informed of
the world than New Yorkers, who,
in self-satisfied and complacent ego
tism, feed on their own insular preju
dices.
The average actor knows less of New
York than the average Westerner of
means, for the Westerner goes there
often and lives in affluence whilu there.
If it were not for the false pride that
refuses to acknowledge defeat, many
an actress and actor would go back to
the old job of floor-walking in the Rack
et Store in Camden, N. J., or as re
ceiving teller in the Upper Sandusky
Steam Laundry, and forget, the fevered
dreams of "dear old Broadway.”
Taking Notes.
Brooklyn Life.
There is a certain absent-minded man
of Lowell, Mass., who never leaves
home, even for the briefest stay, that
he is not admonished by his wife as to
many things he must not forget to do.
"Now, James,” said she on one such
occasion, "do please remember to
wear your tie should you he called on
to wear evening dress at Aunt Mary’s.
You mortified the whole family great
ly the last time you went, when Cousin
Susan was married.”
"I will make a note of it,” was the
good-natured response of the forgetful
one,
“Also,” continued the wife, "re
member that Aunt Mary’s brother,
Tom, is a sensitive point with all of
them. Don’t mention him.”
"I’ll put that down, too.”
"Then, too, dear — do he careful
about getting in draughts. You got an
awful cold the last time."
“I’ll try to remember,” returned the
husband.
Whereupon the wife imprinted a
farewell kiss upon his lips, and with a
suspicious catch in her voice added :
"I hope, dear, that you’ll think of
me every day while you’re gone.”
"Yes, dear, I will,” responded hub
by, absently, his mind on the 4 o’clock
train. "I’ll make a memorandum of
it.’’
A good citizen is a man who takes
pride in his home town and pays his
honest debts, speaks well of his neigh
bors and friends, takes his home paper
and pays for it, who doesn’t squeeze
every twenty-five cent piece until the
screams of the eagle can be heard a
mile away. He will measure twelve
inches to the foot every way; will bathe
and change his shirt at least once a
week, and will see that the woman he
loves doesn’t have to use the fence for
a clothes line or break up old flour bar
rels and dry goods boxes for fuel.—
Blakely Reporter.
What has become of the old-fashion
ed boy who would rather stay at home
and work than go to school?
The Privilege of Kicking.
Saturday Evening 1'ont.
When Col. Bill Bterret first went to
Washington to report the news of the
Capitol for his Texas papers, he had
desk room in the office of the late Gen.
H. V. Boynton, then the militant cor
respondent of the Cincinnati Commer
cial.
Gen. Boynton spoke out in meeting.
He said things about statesmen that
made the statesmen angry. He had
many personal encounters with patri
ots whose feelings had been ruffled.
One night a rnan came into Boyn
ton’s office loudly proclaiming that he
intended to shoot Boynton. The Gener
al grabbed a chair, beat the intruder
over the head with it, knocked him
down, and threw him out. All this
time Sterret sat ut his desk looking on
in great amazement.
When the man landed in the gutter
Sterret came timidly over to Boynton.
"General,” he said, "being a new hand
here, 1 don’t know the practices of this
office nor what customs pertain to
Washington correspondents, and l didn’t
want to intrude. Now that I have seen
what has happened, i trust you will al
low me a question? When the next man
comes in, would it be too forward if I
should crave the privilege of kicking
him a few times in honor of the sainted
Confederate dead?”
At dinner the professor of history
was seated between two young ladies,
who, in accordance with their training
in the art of conversation, sought to
draw him out upon the subjects in which
he was most interested. They did not
meet with much success; his answers
were short "Yes,” "Oliver Crom
well,” “No,” "1492,” and the like.
Finally, one of them in desperation
ventured:
"Professor, we were wondering only
this afternoon, and none of us could
remember, how many children did
Mary, Queen of Scots, have'”’
This was too much.
“Madam.” Haid the professor, facing
her with squelching dignity, “I am not
a scandalmonger.”
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Made the Best of It.
Louisville Courier-J our mil.
John Cudahy, of Chicago, controls
the Louisville Packing Co., and paid a
visit to the local planj not long ago.
He walked through the building unac
companied, and in one of the corridors
found a wrinkled-faced, weather-beat
en old Irishman standing on » truck,
his arms folded and his short pipe lit,
pulling away like a good fellow.
Mr. Cudahy said nothing, but kept
on in his little tour of inspection. Af
ter completing it, he returned the way
he had come, and found ' the old rnan
still standing in the pose described, his
pipe going like tho exhaust of a motor
boat. He was apparently meditating
upon things in general, for he seemed
to take no interest in the progress of
the truck.
“What are you doing?” inquired Mr.
Cudahy gently, not wishing to rouse
the dreamer too suddenly.
"Nothing,” replied the latter stolid
ly.
“Do you know who I am?” retorted
the Chicagoan quickly. "I’m Mr. Cu
dahy, the president of this company.”
“is that so?” inquired the truckman
with interest. "Well, ye’ve got a line
job, and Oi advise ye to hold on to it!”
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Little Clarence—“Pa, I honestly don’t
believe it does me a bit of good when
you thrash me.”
Mr. Callipers—“I begin to suspect as
much my son, but you have no idea how
much, good it sometimes does me to
thrash you!”