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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. X LIX.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 1914.
NO. 25
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.
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
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.
Keep Your
Drinking
Water Cool
Without one extra
Penny for Ice
The same ice that keeps
^ your food in perfect con
dition, cools your drink
ing water too, in the
Automatic Refrigerator
It has a wonderful “built in” water cooler
which occupies what is waste space in other re
frigerators, between ice and food chambers.
Provides an abundance of deliciously cold
water, free from impurities and food flavors.
DARDEN-CAMP HARDWARE COMPANY
Newnan .... Georgia
You’ll Never Want to Walk
Once you have experienced
the joy of motorcycling.
You’ll let others tire them
selves with long tramps.
You’ll go many times as far
as they, be back before them
and feel better. We can
prove it if you’ll let us.
Askew
Newnan, Qa.
WHERE’S MOTHER?
When father came from work at night,
Before he’d wash his hands and face,
Or hang his hat upon the peg.
His glance would wander ’round the plnce,
And if dear mother’s sunny head
Was not within his vision’s kon
He’d search for her from room to room,
Upstairs and down and all, and then
He’d stop and nsk—
"Where’s mother?”
But if he found her in her chair
He’d phtter olT about the lot,*
And pick a moss of early greens,
Or fix a chicken for the pot;
He’d mend a fence or set a hen.
Or do somo other homely chore,
With only now and then n glance
Toward the half-open kitchen door
That.seemed to ask —
’’Where’s mother?”
When mother left us. sorrowing,
He followed her within a day;
And while we laid white tlowers around
His smooth-brushed hair as white as they.
We could but think that when the light
And beauty of that wondrous place
Burst on his nawly-quickened gaze,
He must have raised an eager face,
And simply naked —
“Where’s mother?”
—[Marion Parka.
R.
ii Jackson 5t.
Putting Yourself in Your Wife’s
Place.
Dorothy Dix.
I heard a man talking about his wife
the other day—he began with his wife
and ended with all the women in the
world.
'What is the matter with them?” he
said bitterly. “Are they all going
crazy, or what? I am a good husband,
if I do have to say it myself to get any
one to believe it; I work like a bond
slave for my wife and family; I devote
most of my waking hours and some of
my sleeping ones to thinking of new
ways to make more money, and more
money, and more money for her and the
little fellows.
‘My wife has a new hat whenever
she wants one, and I never complain
about the bill—even if it does make me
feel blue to see it sometimes—a hat and
a feather, $35. Why, it’s enough to
take a man’s breath. And she goes
away in the summer and takes the
children and has a fine time for three
months, and she has a good home, and
—yet is she happy?
“She is not.
“She is miserable, perfectly miser
able, and she makes me miserable too.
‘Where have I been?’ ‘Who gave me
that play bill?’ ‘Where did I hear that
song I’m whistling?’ ‘Who was the
woman who stared at me so in the
theatre the other night?’ ‘Why don’t
I love her any more?’
, “And she’s not the only one. My
brother’s wife is the same—worse, if
anything. My brother can’t spend an
evening out to save his life without his
wife wanting to know exactly where he
went and whom he saw, and all about
it—and she doesn’t believe him when
he tells her the truth.”
Nice little preachment, wasn’t it?
And the man meant it. You could see
that by the look of irritated, puzzled
misery in his face.
V/hat is the matter with us anyhow,
girls?
I wonder if anyone knows?
For one thing, it’s the mystery of
the thing (hat puzzles us.
Did you ever think of that, Mr. Man?
What if the person you loved best in
the world, the person you left every
one you ever cared for just to be with,
went away every day to a mysterious
place he called downtown and stayed
all day, and came home speaking with
the speech of aliens, looking with the
look of strangers, always thinking,
thinking about something you didn’t
know a thing about?
Wouldn’t you wonder sometimes
what it all was that made him so
absent-minded? Wouldn’t you wish
he’d tell you something about it once
in a while, just enough so you could vis
ualize his day to somo extent and have
some sort of vague idea what it is that
he does—down there in the barred city
where you must never go?
You know every step your wife takes
all day long—she wants to tell you all
about it—and when you don’t listen she
thinks you are tired of her.
It wouldn't bore her to hear all about
what you do, but you never help her
out a bit. You see, she’s in love with
you; you’re fond of her, but you are
not in love with her. That isn’t the
way you acted when you were in love.
Don’t tell me! She may not know
much, hut no woman on earth is there
who can’t tell when a man really loves
her, and when he stops loving her, too
—so you might as well stop going over
that fiction once and for all.
She’s in love and you aren't - that’s
all. Help you any to know that?
Well, maybe not, but it may help
your judgment of her and your sympa
thy, too. Just think back a year or so
and remember how you used to feel
about her. That will help you to re
alize that 6he is having rather a bad
time of it herself just now, too.
Morbid, unbalanced, irritating — of
course it is—all of these things, hut so
is the life the woman who loves leads—
morbid, unbalanced and irritating from
start to finish.
You'd go crazy in six months if you
had to live it, shut in all day with a
baby; no one to speak to but the
grocer’s boy and the postman; no big
ambitions, no great hopes; just little
i
things, little, little, from morning to
night.
Don’t scold your wife; don't be cross
with her; get her mind off the little
suspicions and little stupid curiosities
by telling her a few things she’d dearly
love to know. Toll them to her with
out her asking, and see how surprised
and delighted she’ll lie.
She’ll take just as much interest in
you and your affairs as Jones, and yet
you talk and talk to Jones.
Think it over, Friend Husband. Put
yourself in the place of the poor little
puzzled thing who’s been tied into a
corset every morning of her life, and
had her poor little tootsies pinched, and
her poor head made to ache by some
fool kind of hair dressing, ever since
she can remember, just to get ready
for you and for love; and then she finds
out that love is just a part of life after
all and not all of it, as she had been
carefully taught to think, and she’s all
at sea. Put yourself in her odd, con
fused, mixed-up place and see if you
can’t see what’s the matter with her.
Maybe you can, and if you do you’ve
won the battle before it is fought.
Try it and let’s hear from you—we’d
like to know.
Mothers, Young and Old.
Tampa Tribune.
There is too much of a disposition to
make the reverence for “mother,”
symbolized by “Mother’s Day,” ap
plicable only to the older mothers —
mothers whose children are middle-
aged, and whose life work is mostly
done.
Mother with silver hair — mother
whose wrinkled brow is the emblem of
many a difficulty conquered—of a host
of self-sacrificing toils worthily accom
plished—is indeed amply deserving of
veneration.
But isn't it time to say a good word
for the younger mothers?—the mothers
who are bringing up the rising genera
tion, and are, upon the whole, doing it
well, in a stress of complexities, of ex
acting social conditions, which were un
known to the mothers of fifty years
ago?
There are many reasons why the
young mother is entitled to sympathy.
She is, as the saying goes, “under fire,”
and, too often, unjustifiably so.
If her husband fails in business, it is
laid to her extravagance. If the oldest
boy is “wild,” it is because mother
was too busy with “bridge,” or the
Browning Club, or music, or the new
gowns, orsulTrage, to know what the
youngster was doing with his evenings.
If the girl is frivolous, owlish heads
are wagged, and caustic tongues are
eager to tell how nothing else could
have been expected, in view of the
mother’s frivolity.
In New York the other day a college
professor scored mothers for paying
too much attention to embroidering the
children’s clothing, to the neglect of
adorning their minds with fairy stories
and poetry. It does seem as if this is
pretty far-fetched. Ever since needle
work became decorative, embroidery
has been associated with ind istrious
hands and homey habits. Only a little
while ago an American novelist, in a
story of cynical sarcasm on married
life in this country, satirically con
trasted the restless ambition of an
American wife with the domesticity of
French ladies, who sat all day long
over their embroidery. These jibes and
innuendoes are beginning to take on
the guise of persecution of the young
mother.
There were good mothers in the old
times. But, to be a good mother, a
woman doesn’t necessarily need to date
back to the eurly 60’s.
Let us give the twentieth century
mother her due.
DEEDS, NOT WORDS.
Newnan People Have Absolute Proof
of Deeds at Home.
It’s not the words but deeds that
prove true merit.
The deedH of Doan’s Kidney Pills, for
Newnan kidney sufferers, have made
their local reputation. Proof lies in
testimony of Newnan people.
Mrs. A. M. Askew, 7G E. Washing
ton street, Newnan, Ga., says: “The
cure Doan’s Kidney Pills made in my
daughter’s ease has been permanent.
Since then I have taken Doan’s Kidney
Pills myself and have been cured of
annoying symptoms of kidney com
plaint. 1 he trouble was brought on
by an attack of la grippe which weaken
ed my kidneys. The kidney secretions
were unnatural and caused me no end
of distress. 1 felt weak and run down
and was indeed in bad shape when I got
Doan's Kidney Pills from the Lee
Drug Co. It did not take them long
to remove the trouble.”
For sale by all dealers price 6<
cents. Foster-Milburn f , Buffalo
New York, sole agents f- the Hailed
States.
Remember the name—Dime’- m
take no other.
There’s hardly any way tn he such a
nuisance a# to have Btrorig convictions.
To Cure a Cold In One Day
TakeLAXATIVKBKOMOQuinine. It «top« the
Cough end Headache and work* off the Cold.
OrucfiaU refund money ii It faila to cure.
E. W, CHOVK'8 aignature on each box. 29a
Facts About the Panama Canal.
William R. Scott in Lcalla’a.
Time required to go through the ca
nal, from ten to twelve hours.
Freight will be charged $1.20 a ton.
Passengers are free.
American coastwise ships rnuy pass
through free of all charges.
The canal will save 8,000 miles be
tween New York and San Francisco.
Now York is brought 5,000 miles
nearer Valparaiso and the west coast of
South America.
Our Atlantic seaports are -1,000 miles
nearer Australia.
The distance to the Philippine Islands
is not reduced materially.
Bulk products like wheat, lumber,
minerals,, wool, hides and wines will
get lower freight rates through the ca
nal from Pacific ports.
Staple products of the South—cotton,
iron, coal, lumber ami ship supplies—
will have similar advantages to the
Orient and Pacific ports.
Immigration will be deflected in large
numbers from New York to Pacific
ports.
The cost of operating the canal will
exceed $4,000,000 annually.
About 2,500 employes will bo re
quired.
To pay interest on the investment
and operating expenses approximately
$15,000,000 revenue per annum will be
needed.
Traffic experts estimate that for the
first few years the average annual ton
nage will be 10,000,000 tons—not enough,
at the $1.20 rate, to make the canal
self-supporting.
The rates charged vessels aro the
same as those passing through the
Suez Canal.
The Government will monopolize the
business of supplying coal and provis
ions, and operating repair facilities.
Great dry-docks, wharves, ware
houses, repair shops and other facili
ties, to cost $20,000,000, are under con
struction.
All permanent buildings will be of
the Italian renaissance style of archi
tecture. The route of the canal will be
beautified with trees, etc.
Storage for 450,000 tonB of coal is
provided. Oil, 100,000 barrels. •
Monster 270 ton floating cranes will
handle wrecks or accidents in the canal
or locks.
Warships of all nations may pass
through the canal, but cannot linger
more than 24 hours at either end, in
time of war.
The Interstate Commerce Commis
sion has jurisdiction over canal traffic.
Chamberlain’s Tablets for Constipa
tion.
For constipation, Chamberlain’s Tab
lets are excellent. Easy to take, mild
and gentle in effect. Give them a trial.
For sule by all dealers.
Moral Courage.
A. M. O’Connell.
How much better off this old world
would be if we had just a little more
moral courage.
Courage to acknowledge ourselves in
the wrong, it we know that such is the
case.
Courage to pay the seamstress the $5
we owe her instead of spending that
umount on a gift for someone to whom
it means so little.
Courage to wear our last winter’s
outfit until we are able to pay for a
new one.
Courage to furnish entertainment for
our friends within our income—not be
yond it.
Courage to live in a small house and
do with one maid if we cannot well af
ford to live in a more pretentious style.
Courage to speak cordially to a friend
in shabby dress, though we be in com
pany with one of tho “smart set” and
richly gowned.
Courage to he nice to the refined
young woman who has gone bravely
into the business world in order to make
things easier for those at home. She
may be as well worth knowing as the
rnuchly - sought - after Mrs. Vere de
Vere.
Courage is the quality which men de
light to honor, hut, alas! how few there
are among us who possess it!
Disordered Kidneys Cause Much
Misery.
With pain and misery by day, sleep-
disturbing bladder weakness at night,
tired, nervous, run-down men and wo
men everywhere are glad to know that
Foley Kidney Fills restore health and
strength, and the regular action of kid
neys and bladder. For sale by all
dealers.
The failure to provide books and
papers in the average farm home is
one greut reason why the average farm
boy or girl does not study harder in
school. BookR are the tools with which
education does its work. What’s the u n e
knowing how to read unless you ac
lua’ly re. d after you learn how? So ii
the lather and mother do not read
b«.oks and papers and find pleasure in
them, how can they expect the children
to show an eagerness to learn to read?
The ’Squire Explained.
Detroit News-Tribune.
They iwere sitting around the stove
in the lobby of the village tavern, and
just when a silence had fallen upon the
group one man turned to another and
asked:
“ 'Squire Perkins, if you don’t mind,
I’d like to ask you a question.”
The ’squire didn’t say whether he
minded or not, but tho other went
ahead with:
“It’s about this 'ere high cost of liv
ing. Have you tiggured out what's the
reason for it?”
“I have,” was the nnswer.
“Then I’d like to hear it.”
“Did you raise any wheat, corn or
oats last year?”
“Nope.”
“Any potatoes?”
“Nope.”
“Raised nothing whatever to eat?"
“Guess I didn’t.”
“Just ate all you could of what other
folks raised.”
“Looks that way.”
"And sot around ami lot your wife
take in washing and support you?”
“Why, she likes to wash.”
“Well, I've answered your questions.
You, and 100,000 lnzy loafers like you,
have boosted the cost of living!”
There was a minute of suspense, and
then the questioner yawned and ex
claimed:
“Well, liy thunder! I’ve keen puz
zling over this ’ere matter for more’n
a year, and here you've solved it in
three minits!”
This New Medicine Saves You
Money.
We are druggists right here in your
town and make a living out of the drug
business, but it is because people have
to have drugs and not because we like
to see people Buffer —we don’t. Our
duty is to render the best Bervico we
can, and when someone is ailing, we
are interested in seeing them take the
heat medicine there is for their partic
ular trouble. We don’t recommend
“cure-alls,” us we don’t believe there
are such things, We don’t want you to
spend more than you have to. Some of
you get small wagOB, and when you’re
sick, none at all, and you should get tho
most you can for your money.
We recently came across a new rem
edy for increasing strength and build
ing up people who are run-down and
emaciated. We know that a slight
trouble sometimes groWH into a serious
one, and to stop it in the beginning,
will save you money in the end. ThiB
new compound is called Kexali Olive
Oil Emulsion. It ih the best remedy,
when you are run-down, tired-out, ner
vous—no matter what the cause. It
doesn’t merely stimulate you und make
you feel good for a few hours, but
takes hold of the weakness and builds
you up to a healthy, normal condition.
It is a real nerve-food tonic and build
er of good blood, Htrong muscle, good
digestion. It contains Ilypophosphites,
which tone the nerves, and pure Olive
Oil, which nourishes the nerves, the
blood and the entire system. Pleasant
to take. Contains no alcohol or habit
forming drugs. We promise that if you
are not perfectly satisfied with it, we’ll
give back your money as soon ur you
tell us. Sold only at the 7,000 Rexall
Stores, and in this town only by us. $1.
John It. Cates Drug Co. and Stanley -
Johnson Co., Newnan, Ca.
“What heaven is, I know not; but I
long have dreamed of its purple hills
and its fields of light blossoming with
immortal beauty; of itH brooks of laugh
ter, and its rivers of song, and its pal
ace of eternal love. I long have dreamed
that every bird which sings its life here
may sing forever there in the tree of
life, and every consecrated soul that
suffers here muy rest among its flowers
and live and love forever. I long have
dreamed of opal towers and burnished
domes; but what care I for gates of
pearl or streets of gold if I can meet
the loved oneB who have blessed me
here, and see the glorified faces of fath
er and mother and the boy brother who
died among tho bursting buds of hope,
and take in my arms again my baby,
who fell asleep ere her little tongue
had learned to lisp ‘Our Father who
art in heaven.’ What care I for crown
of stars and ha^p of gold, if I can love
and laugh and sing with them forever
in the smile of my Savior and my God.”
— Bob Taylor.
Plain Truth That's Worth Money.
Using Foley’s Honey and Tar for a
cough or cold may Have you both sick
ness und money. F. F. Monahan, Men-
omonie, WiB., says: “I am exposed to
all kinds of weather and I find Foley’s
Honey and Tar Compound always fixes
me up in good shape when I catch cold
or have a bad cough. I recommend it
gladly.” Refuse substitutes. For gale
by all dealers.
A eoat now and then of Davis’ Old
Colony Wagon Paint preserves your
wagons and farm implements und makes
them look like new.
For aale by W. S. ASKEW CO., New
nan, Ga.
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