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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIX.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, FEBR U ARY 13, 1914.
NO. 20
Farmers’
Supply Store
We have now entered fully into the new
year, and, as usual, are well prepared to take
care of the trade of the friends and customers
who have taken care of us.
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Those who did not sow oats in the fall
should do so now, using an early variety of
seed, because all feedstuffs will be high. We
have for sale the famous 90-DAY BURT OATS
—a variety that we can recommend highly.
GEORGIA CANE SYRUP in 5-gallon and
10-gallon kegs, half-barrels and barrels. The
PEACOCK BRAND is the best syrup made,
and we can sell it at jobbers’ prices.
A full line of PLOW TOOLS, STOCKS,
TRACES, HAMES, BACKBANDS and BRI
DLES. Can dress up your mule with a com
plete outfit for the plow. HUTCHESON ROPE
for plow-lines.
Will say, in a general way, that we carry
I in our store everything needed on a well-regu
lated farm. We buy for cash, in car-load
lots, and you will find our prices as low pro
portionately as cash discounts in buying can
[make them.
Come to see us. You are always welcome.
lie New Year
[o Our Friends and Patrons:
C. At the beginning of a new year it
is most timely to extend you our
greetings, and to wish you a prosper
ous 1914. And in extending our very
best wishes for a prosperous year, we
desire to express our warm apprecia
tion of the business received from you
during past years, with the added
wish that the existing pleasant and
friendly relations may long continue,
to our mutual benefit. C. Your suc
cess is ours, and we again thank you
for your valued patronage. :: :: ::
CORDIALLY YOURS,
TAKK ME HOME TO OLD KENTUCKY.
Take mo back to old Kentucky,
Where tho cryntal waters ullnt
As they dnnee along the borders.
Through the fragrant bed* of mint;
Where th* lasses and the horses
Are but terms for grace and speed.
And the whiskey and the statesmen
Are both noted for their "bead.”
Take me back to old Kentucky,
Where strong waters flow so free;
Where they cool olT in the summer
’Neath the spreading julep tree;
Where the "high ImiIIs" and the "low balls"
Always hit the centei 1 , square.
And you never have, next morning,
Rtu umatism in your hair.
Take mo back to old Kentucky.
Where the blue grass decks the hills—
Where they have no use for wator,
Snvo for operating mills;
For they scorn it ns a beverage
On that "durk and bloody ground."
As they claim, e'er since tho deluge,
That it tastes of sinners drowned.
Take mo back to old Kentucky—
To the State whore I was born;—
Where the corn in full of kernels.
And the colonels full of "corn;"
Where to disapprove that beverage
Is to toy with sudden denth —
And they hnve a bonded warehouse
Where they barrel up their breuth.
Take me back to old Kentucky,
Let me hear the pistols pop.
See the pigs and politicians
With their Bnouta ear-deep in slop;
Take me back to thoao blue mountains,
Whcro they nrgue points with lend;
But you needn’t rush the matter—
Take me back when 1 am deud.
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Bury Your Past When You Wed.
Dorothy Dlx, in Atlanta Georgian.
The story that Hardy told in his great
novel, “Tes9 of the d’Urbervilles,”
repeated itself in real life in another
city the other day.
A young couple got married and
agreed to tell each ' other everything
that happened to them. The man told
his story, and the woman forgave him
his sins. The girl told of a single step
that she had taken aside from the Btrait
and narrow road, and the man up'
braided her with every revilement he
could think of, and ordered her out of
the little home they had furnished with
such hope and happiness. The young
wife- she was only a child of 18—went.
But she did not go through the door.
She threw herself out of the window
and was dashed to death on the stones
of the atttet below.
This sad case is a pathetic illustra
tion of the double standard of morals
that the world has set up for men and
women. The man may do with im
punity what the woman is damned for
doing. The man excuses in himself the
weaknesses that he never forgives in
her, and he expects her to lightly
condone in him the offenses for which
he puts her out of doors.
The most absurd and arrogant pro
vision of this double standard of con
duct is the theory that obtains that a
woman who has a past should reveal it
all to the man who asks her to marry him
before marriage, and that if she doesn’t
do so she has been guilty of a most
treasonable act.
But no woman expectB the man she
marries to make a clean breast of his
past life to her before they are married,
nor does any man feel called upon to
recite the litany of his sins to his pros
pective bride, or deem himself dis
honorable in not doing so.
And in this, I think, he is exactly
right. The past of a man or woman
concerns the individual he or she is
going to marry only in so far as to the
character it has produced in the man or
woman, and the complications it has
brought about.
If the past of a man or woman has
been such as to leave him or her the
victim of disease, that concerns the in
dividual he or she is proposing to marry,
and he or she has a right to know it in
time to avoid being murdered or bring
ing into the world sickly Bnd neurotic
children. But the time will soon come
when a health certificate will be at
tached to every marriage license, so
no personal confessions on this score
will be necssary.
If a man or a woman has been guilty
in the past of some act that leaves a
menacing scandal always pursuing him
or her, he or she should certainly be
honest enough to tell the woman or
man he or Bhe proposes to marry of it
before the wedding day. No man or
woman has a right to bring unmerited
disgrace upon another.
But where the sins of either a man
or woman have been merely the follies
of youth, faults committed in hot blood
and repented' of as soon as done, and
that have mercifully left no sinister
avenging ghost behind, then they are
best buried deep in perpetual silence.
It serves no good purpose to drag .the
Bkeleton of these misdeedB out in the
light and rattle their dry bones.
What is past is past and cannot be
changed, and telling of it does not undo
the wrong. No wife is the happier for
knowing of just when, and how, and
where, and the extent of the wild oats
crop her husband sowed. It does not
make her trust in him more to know
from his own lips that he haa been one
of thoBe who loved and rode away, or
kissed and told. Instead, there is al
ways a ranking jealousy in her heart of
these other women and a fear that if
she doesn't watch him well he will slip
back to them.
So, unless there is something in his
past life that menaces his wife's future,
a man is wise to draw a discreet veil of
reticence over his bachelor days.
And there is not a whit more reason
why a woman should tell a man she is
going to marry every detail of her pnst
life than there is why •'e should tell
her. She has a right to appeal from
tho man-made double standard and sub
scribe to a single standard of morul for
both sexes with perfect assurance that
whatever hers are, they are as good as
those of her husband-elect.
She hasn't a right to bring disease or
disgrace into her new home, but if Bhc
is one of those unfortunuto ones—agirl
who, through being ignorant and un
taught, or too loving and trusting—has
been betrayed into doing a wrong that
she has repented in bitterness and tears,
she has just as much of a right to put that
wrong behind her as a man would have
had ho committed it, and to go forwurd
to a happy and useful life.
It is not fair that her whole life
should be wrecked by a single misdeed,
as it would be if she confessed it to the
man who asked her to marry him. It
would brand her forever afterward in
his eyes as a woman with a “past.”
He would never look at her without
seeing her skirt stained with mud, al
though in reality there might be only
the tiniest smirch upon the hem.
If the man was much in love with her,
he might marry her and declare that he
would overlook the sin of her youth,
but he wouldn't.
He would hold it over her head like
the sword of Damocles, and there would
never come an hour of disagreement
and anger in which he would not taunt
and reproach her with it, for no man is
really big enough to forgive in a wo
man the things he doesn't even re
proach himself for having done, and
that he expects her to forgive.
After all, marriage is the beginning
of a new life, and it is of much more
importance to both husbands and wives
how they are to live than the kind of
a life they have lived before.
Wise are those fcho put the pas* be
hind them, asking no questions of tiio
dead past, turning their fnces toward a
worthy future. Some of the noblest
men and women in the world are those
who have “risen to higher things on
stepping-stones of their dead selves.”
Why the Mail Order House
Thrives.
Publishera* Guide.
The small town merchant who fails
to advertise, lets down his guard to the
attack of the mail order house. Ac
cording to the representative of one of
theRe concerns, who addressed a recent
convention of newspaper men in Chica
go, the plan is very simple.
The “new business’’ department of
the mail order establishment searches
the country for a community, the mer
chants of which believe it is a waste of
money to patronize the newspapers.
Relieved of local advertising competi
tion, the mail order men flood the resi
dents of that section with literature,
describing the products in which they
deal, which the people need, require
and UBe, but which the local merchants
lack the enterprise to make known to
them.
The result is well known.
If the merchants of a particular com
munity, on the other hand, happen to
be of the kind that advertise only sta
ple lines, the experts of the mail order
house are quick to note it. They see to
it that the people are given the very in
formation Mr. Local Merchant has
failed to supply them with, and which,
experience teaches, is just that which
Mr. Average Citizen wants.
It is easy to spot a town in which the
mail order houses do a land office busi
ness. All that is necessary to locate
tho kind of a place is to look over the
newspapers. If tho advertising columns
are poorly patronized, you may know
that the long distanee merchants arc
supplying by mail the information that
the short-sighted local tradesmen fail
to give the residents through the medi
um of the press.
Money invested in advertising space
in the local publications keeps the busi
ness and the money at home.
Little Johnny had been naughty all
day. At last, to cap the climax, he
slapped his small sister.
When father came home from the of
fice, the mother told him of his son’s
misdeeds.
"The next time you tease your siBter,
you go to bed without your dinner,”
the father said, Htcrnly.
The kiddie sat in silence for a few
moments. Then all of a sudden he turned
to his father.
“The next time I want to hit sister,
I'll wait until after dinner, "he re
marked.
Buying to Save Money.
Buying Foley’s Honey and Tar Com
pound saves money because juBt a few
doses Btops the cough and cold and one
bottle lasts a long time. It quickly
heals raw and inflamed surfaces, stops
tickling throat, harsh, rasping coughs,
croup, hoarseness, bronchial and la
grippe coughs. J. F. Lee Drug Co.
Her Kind Neighbors.
Hattie Leo Macnliator.
To breakfast with her husband, Mrs.
Conscientious Youngwife arose betimes,
mornings.
The husband must needs hasten down
town at an curly hour, for there were
affairs of moment that required his at
tention while the day was yet voung.
When she had kissed her other self
good-bye, Mrs. Youngwife turned to
and cleaned up her not too big house;
for she felt that Rhe could afford but
one maid. The Youngwifes were just
starting out in the world, you know.
When the house was set to rights,
Mrs. Youngwife wuHhcd and dressed
her child and escorted the small one to
the kindergarten.
Then she fared forth into tho market
place and, in person, purchased what
the family would need for the next 24
hours.
Then she went home and stitched up
the child’s frock.
Then she went out and brought her
child home from the kindergarten.
Then she sut on the back porch and
worked the buttonholes in the little
frock, while the child played in the
sand pile, under its mother’s eye.
Then she washed and dreBsed the
child again and sent it out with tho one
maid, (when the luncheon dishes were
out of the wuy.)
Then she arrayed herself in gay gar
ments and fared forth to cafd parties
and such women's doings as pleased her
fancy. Mrs. Grundy, living across the
street, watched all these comings and
goingB. She shook her head and said:
"That Mrs. Youngwife is forever on
tho Btreet. No wonder the young hus
bands of to-day can never raise their
noses from tho grindstone!”
And she ran in to ask the next door
neighbor if she had noticed tho sad case
of the Youngwifes. The next door
neighbor had. It transpired that all the
women in the neighborhood had, and
were very sad over it—so sad that they
could not help talking of it, and freely
predicted what the ontoltne would be
Afterward they told these predictions
for the truth, and it became rumored
that Mr. Youngwife waB sadly tied up
in u business way because his wife was
forever on tho street.
And so Mr. Youngwife found it very
hard to get some business accommoda
tion that ho needed, because men who
could furnish such accommodation said
among themselves that it was better to
beware of a young man with a foolish
wife.
The lack of money hampered the
young man very much for a time; but
when his wife saw that he was troubled,
she told him not to mind, that Bhe could
get up a little earlier and stay up a lit
tle later, and let the maid go and only
have a woman come in for the heavy
cleaning, till business was better and
they Bailed into smoother waters.
That cheered up Mr. Youngwife so
much that he dug down into his brain
deeper than ho hud ever done before
and brought up something much more
valuable than borrowed money, and
made a great business success, and
bought an electric runabout.
And the neighbors suid:
“At last that foolish young woman
has her man on the laBt lap toward
ruin!”
And they wagged their heads sorrow
fully and wore secretly glad.
But the Youngwifes flourished as a
green bay tree—in spite of tho neigh
bors.
N. B.—Mrs. Youngwife was a very
pretty woman.
WOMEN FIND THIS IS
BETTER THAN CALOMEL.
Many Mothers and Wives Have
Learned That Dodson's Liver
Tone is a Fine Remedy
for Constipation.
John R. Cates Drug Co. will tell you
that it takes the women to realize the
merits of a new remedy for constipa
tion and biliousness quickly and surely,
whether it is for themselves or some
one else in their families.
There are to-day a great number of
households in which Dodson's Liver
Tone has come to take the place of dan
gerous calomel as well as ail other rem
edies for such ailments, and where an
atmosphere of health and happiness
now prevails.
Dodson’s Liver Tone is uncondition
ally guaranteed by John R. Cates Drug
Co. to be a safe liver remedy and regu
lator, absolutely harmless and with no
bad after-effects such as are liable with
calomel.
Dodson’s is a pleasant-tasting vege
table tumid and clears the aching head
and Buffering body with no pain nor
gripe.
So perfect a remedy haB Dodson’s
Liver Tone proved to be that your drug
gist will refund the purchase price (50c.)
instantly without question if you are
not thoroughly satisfied. They are au
thorized to do i-o by Dodson, who doesn't
want your money unless his remedy can
benefit you. Under such conditions a
trial would seem the part of wisdom.
Need of the Under Dog.
The under dog wants no sympathy;
what he wan la Is assistance.
Not Fruitless.
A mail who has spent u busy year
sits down for a little retrospect. He
falls into a moody frame, and in a tone
of regret says: "I have worked all the
year through, but there is hardly any
thing to show for it; my work has had
no permununce. ” But a good spirit
was beside him und she said:
"My dear, do you remember those
flowers that grew right out there?
Those roses, petunias, heliotropes, ger
aniums, and most of all that beautiful
lilium auratum? Well, they are all
gone. Not one of them had any perma
nence;—you cannot even find a stem to
tell that they existed. And yet they
were beautiful while they lasted, filling
the air witH fragrance, plensing the
eye of all who saw them, and they are
remembered still by many persons to
whom they wore messengors of gentle
ness.”
And tho moody shadow seemed to
break away from his brow, giving place
to a smile and an air of satisfaction.
But later in the day, after all the work
was done, and she was weary, heaving
a sigh, she said, sadly:
My life is just a round of the same
dull duties, und gccmB to be wholly
fruitless.”
It was his time now, and looking up
cheerily he said:
“Not ho, my dear. Do you boo that
tree over there—that nobio oak? Well,
it has Blood there these many years,
more than you and I can tell, and its
life has been almost wholly without va
riety. Each summer it is crowned with
foliage, and then each autumn the
winds sweep it all away. But the birds
sit thcro and sing, the cattle gather un
der it on sultry dayB, and children col
lect about it to picnic on their holidays.
There is nothing of all that there now;
but what a help has the old tree been,
and how many pleasant things could be
told ubout it—how noble an object it is,
also, in the wintry landscape.”
The parable was not without its
meaning. The good mother returned
the smile of the benignant father, and
together they sang at their family wor
ship of the Vi'P.r.Y kindness of the Lord.
The Great Event of Death
Men seldom think of tho great even’,
of death until the shadow falls across
their own path, hiding forever from their
eyes the traces of loved ones whose
loving smiles were the sunlight of their
existence. Death is the great antago
nist of life, and the cold thought of tho
tomb is the skeleton of all feasts. We
do not want to go through the durk val
ley, although its passages may be lead
to paradise; and, with Charles Lamb,
we do not want to lie down in the mud
dy grave, even with kings and princes
for our bed-fellows.
But the fiat of nature is inexorable.
There is no appeal of relief from the
great law which dooms us to dust. We
flourish and we fade as the leaves of the
forest, und the flower thnt blooms and
withers in a day has not a frailer hold
upon earth than the mightiest monarch
that ever shook the earth with his foot
steps. Generations of men appear and
vanish as the grass, and the countless
multitude that throngB tho world to
day will, to-morrow, disappear as tho
footprints on the shore.
In the beautiful drama of Ion, the
instinct of immortality, so eloquently
uttered by the death-devoted Creek,
finds a deep response in every thought
ful soul. When about to yield his
young existence as a sacrifice to fate,
his beloved Clemanthe usks if they shall
not meet again, to which he replies: “I
have asked the dreadful question of the
hills that look eternal—of the clear
streams that flow forever—of the stars
among whose field of azure my raised
spirit hath walked. All were dumb.
But while I gaze upon thy living face,
I feel that there is something in the
love thut mantles through its beauty
that cannot wholly perish. We shall
meet again, Clemanthe.”
Don’t You Have It.
Some Hay that chronic constipation
cannot lie cured. Don’t you believe it.
Chamberlain’s Tablets have cured
others— why not you? Give them a
trial. They cost only a quarter. For
sale by all dealers.
Mr. Harry Callaway, Mr, H. S.
Wooding, Miss Mittie Robertson and
Miss Ellis will leave Friday night for
New York, where they will purchase an
extensive line of the season’s newest
creations, in everything to wear for
men, women and children for the spring
and summer seasons. Miss Robertson
is going in the interest of the dress
making parlors which are to be opened
in a very short time. She will assist in
the selection of the new dress goods
and trimmings. She will also study the
New York and Paris models of high-
class Btreet and evening gowns, which
will be a great help to the women of
thiB section of the country in securing
the newest fads and ideas of the day.—
LaCrange Graphic.
Sooner or later a man’s illusion devel-
oral infr
