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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 1914. NO. 30
Farmers’
Supply Store
Winter is-about gone and the “good old summer
time” will soon be with us. We will move the big
stove out and have in its place ice water for our cus
tomers and friends.
We are out for all the GOOD business to be had
for CASH OR ON TIME. We want satisfied custo
mers, as they are the greatest asset in our kind of
business. We sell nearly every article that is needed
on a well-kept farm. Our prices are based on quality
and consistent business principles.
We wish to call your attention to the “Star” brand
shoes. These shoes come direct from the shoemaker’s
bench to the customer. These are the shoes that
WEAR and please the wearer.
We have a stfcck of.select peas and sorghum seed
for sale.
Genuine Cuban molasses, direct from Cuba, in the
old-time punchions.
FLOUR
We want everybody to have good biscuit, so ask
you to try our “Desoto” brand of flour.
We cordially invite all our friends, when in town,
to come to our store. You will be always welcome.
I. G.
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A SPRING LILT.
There’* a ripple on the river, where tho water is
n-trleam;
There’s a brown bird Hinging to it* shadow in tho
stream:
And the barren w'oods are blooming; and its people
are n-wing.
For over hill and over dale they hear the coming:
spring.
Here’s a snow of buds ablow in the apple tree;
Overhead a sunny wind, blowing: to the sea.
Who will come a-roaming? come with me to-day,
And. oh. tho yearning: faces on the broad high
way !
There’s n rutile on the water, and a drowsy cloud
above:
There’s a blue sky spilling out a Bhower of its
love.
For sweet April is a-weeping and is laughing as
she cries.
And she gathers up a rainbow end and dries her
pretty eyes.
Here’s tho way to Yesterday;—take it ns you will,
April is now with us. dancing over the hill:
Who would woo 'the madcap? Hurry while you
may!
And. oh, the feet thnt wander from tho brond
highway! —[Herman Da CoBta.
Uncle John Joins the Cavalry
Farmers’ Brigade.
The Progressive Farmer.
“’Pears to me,’’said Uncle John one
winter morning, “that these ’ere new
fangled notions oughta have a limit
some’eres. So fur ez this corn cluh
business, an’ agricultural schools and
expeeryment stations is concerned, I
don’t take no stock in ’em; an - further
more, Lindy, I think that young school
teacher out at ol’ Union School had bet
ter be ’tendin’ to his business, ’stead o’
runnin’ ’round here tryin’ to org’nize
what he calls ‘corn clubs.’ Shucks! I
done forgot more about corn-raisin’
than that saphead’ll ever learn. Besides
we’re being taxed to death to pay him
a big salary, an’ I fur one am in favor
of makin’ him stick to his knittin’.”
This tirade of Uncle John’s came as
a result of the young teacher’s hearing
of what boys’ corn clubs were doing in
other sections of the State and his at
tempt to organize a club in the local
school. Uncle John’s youngest boy, a
bright lad of 16, had become as enthu
siastic over the idea as the teacher, and
his importunities to be allowed to join
had provoked the outburst of the old
man. Moreover, the lad had somehow
heard of the State Agricultural College,
and had had the temerity to ask his
father to send him there in order that
he might learn something of “sure
enough, up-to-date farming.” But to
Henry’s pleadings the old man had
turned a deaf ear, vowing that all such
schools were "sink holes fur the peo
ple’s money, an’ wa’n’t doin’ nobody
no good.”
Few better men lived in Jones county
than Uncle John Smith. As a lad near
the close of the Civil War he had joined
Forrest’s Cavalry, and carried with
pride a limp and a scar where a bullet
had cut through the muscles of his leg.
He loved to tell of the days when, as a
young cavalryman, "we licked them
Yankees.” It was his boast that one
mounted soldier was the equal of three
on foot, and he often declared, in his
war-time reminiscences, that “if we’d
had a few more Forrests an’ a few
more cavalry regiments, there wouldn’t
a been no Appomattox.”
But with all Uncle John’s fighting
blqod, the toil and hardships of recon
struction days almost broke his spirit.
As a boy, his impressions had been of
a prosperous, progressive neighborhood,
blessed with a fair share of wealth; as
a man, he came back to a county most
of whose young men were dead and
whose homes were in ruins. The best
of us inevitably become a part of all
we know and experience, and the note
of drear pessimism pervading every
thing gradually sapped Uncle John’s
progressiveness. For many years he
had struggled doggedly with stumpy
fields, adverse seasons and low prices,
falling behind one season and barely
breaking even the next.
His greatest pride lay in his three
boys, two of whom had long ago left
for the neighboring city, where they
had done well in their professions.
“The other boys is a-doin’ well, Hen
ry, and the beat thing you can do is to
learn to be a doctor or a lawyer your
self, and git outen here to where you
can do sump’n. They ain’t nothin’ here
fur you—I know that, fur I’ve tried
fur 40 years to find a livin' an’ I don’t
believe it’s here. Me an’ your rna’ll
soon be gone, boy, an’ the best hope I
can have fur you is that you don’t have
the hard life we have had.”
But Henry was insistent that he be
allowed to join the corn club, at least
that he might see whether there was
anything in it. “It don’t cost nothin’,
Dad,” said he, “an’ I believe I can
raise as much corn on an acre as any o’
the rest o’ the fellers. I’d love to try,
anyway, an’ I might get one o’ them
prizes.”
Finally, backed by his mother, his en
treaties availed, and the old man grudg
ingly gave hia consent.
“With that sap-headed school teach
er and that galoot they call the de mon-
Btration agent a-tryin’ to tell you how
to raise corn, it shore is a case of the
blin’ a-leadin’ the blin’,” said Uncle
John; “but I guess experience is the
only way you’ll learn any Bense 'bout
sich things.’’
Spring came on apace, and young
Henry’s corn was planted early on a
mellow, fertile see^l bed. The season
was good, his work was equally good,
and he emerged in the fall with a yield
of 90 bushels on one acre and a prize in
the shape of a modern, riding cultiva
tor, that cultivated a row at a through.
Uncle John’s pessimism had had a
rude shock, but he wasn't ready to give
up.
“Nothin’ but on accident,” he said,
“an’ 1 never will believe there’s any
thing to what they call these govern
ment and expeeryment. station methods.
1 been a-farmin’fur 40 years—way 'fore
them fellers wuz horn—an' 1 know. As
fur that crazy contraption of a plow
you got, I want you to keep it outen
my sight. Fust thing anybody knows,
you’ll be a-goin’ to mill on it.”
But the next spring Uncle John inter
posed no objection when Henry again
wanted to join the club, and even as
sented in a negative sort of way when
a pig club was added to Henry’s list.
What gave Uncle John most pleasure
was the fun he anticipated when Henry
hitched up his riding cultivator for the
first time. Most of the innovations in
the form of improvements and labor-
saving devices that had come into his
rather hard life had, for one cause or
another, resulted in failure, and he was
openly skeptical of the value of any
thing new. But he was again doomed
to disappointment. Henry had made a
date with the county agent, and the
latter was on hand to help him start.
After some little difficulty in muking
the adjustments everything was in or
der, and Henry gave his corn a good
cultivation in just one-fourth the time
it had taken hitn the year before. Un
cle John was amazed at a machine that
did the work four times aB fast and
better than he and his Georgia stock,
but hated to say so.
A week later, on Saturday afternoon,
Henry had arranged to give his corn its
second working. As he finished his sec-
ond_round, sitting proudly on his culti
vator, his father appeared.
“Henry, if you don’t mind, I believe
your ol’ dad’ll try her a round. You go
git some water, while I see how I like
it.”
Henry went, and when he returned
Uncle John was so deeply engrossed and
delighted that at first he failed to no
tice the boy. Finally, with a twinkle
in his eye, he said, “Henry, it’s Satur
day evenin', an’ ain’t there a baseball
game out to the school-house? I Towed
you might want to be goin’, an’ I’ll fin
ish this job up fur you.”
Late in the afternoon when Henry
got back he found the old man had fin
ished the prize acre and two acres of
his own corn as well. Best of all, he
had rigged up the huge family umbrella
over the machine as a protection against
the hot sun.
“If you’re a-gona do it, you might as
well do it right; an’ Henry,” said the
old man, “I jest called up Jones’ hard
ware store an’ ordered ’nother one o’
them cultivators. Hereafter we’re gona
farm."
One autumn night, six months later,
at the meeting of the Union Corn Club,
Uncle John was present, and after the
prizes had been announced, he was
called on for a speech.
“I can’t make no speech, boys,” said
he. “but I wanta tell you I’m with you.
I fought under Forrest for a cause I
loved, an’ reconstruction wuz hard to
me; then fur forty years I fought them
stumps an’ gullies on the old farm, and
didn’t have no weapons but my own
muscle. I’m nigh onto 70 now, boys,
an’ my second reconstruction has come
mighty hard, too, but it has come, and
I want to tell you fellers again, I’m
with you. We’re fightin’ under the bet
ter farmin’ banner, an’ I fur one have
already joined the cavalry brigade,"
“Oi want yez t’ take that big heigh
lamp yez sold me back again,"said Mr.
Mulcahey, entering the store in high
dudgeon.
“Why, what’s wrong with it?” in
quirer! the astonished merchant.
“Yez said it was a piano lamp,”
roared Mr. Mulcahey, "and divil a chune
hov Oi been able t’ git out of it!”
NEWNAN PROOF
Should Convince Every Nownan
Reader.
The frank statement of a neighbor,
telling the merits of a remedy,
Bids you pause and believe.
The same indorsement
By some stranger far away
Commands no belief at all.
Here’s a Newnan case.
A Newnan citizen testifies.
Read and be convinced.
H. W. Jennings, 78 Murray St., New-
nao, Ga., says: “For several years I
WHHHubjectto attacks of kidney trouble,
corning on after I caught cold or ex
erted myself. At sueffi times the kid
ney secretions were irregular in passage
and I had such acute pains that it was
hard for me to do any work that obliged
roe to stoop. Since I learned of Doan’s
Kidney Bills I have never failed to get
relief through their use.”
i'-ice 50c, at all dealers. Don’t
simpivaBkfor a kidney remedy—get
Doan’s Kidney Bills—the same that
Mr. Jennings had. Foster - Milburn
Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
The Girl of To-day.
Mrs. Harriot Russell, in Houston Post.
We hear and read an awful lot of
nonsense about tho passing of the
good old-fashioned type of girl whoused
to “trim her own hats and make her
own gowns, and who was a most ex
cellent cook.”
Berhaps you know a gay little but
terfly typo of girl—the sort with never
a serious thought in her pretty head.
She is a fun-loving, frivolous little crea
ture, with nothing more weighty upon
her mind tliun dancing frocks, curumels,
tango teas and bridge.
Now, don’t make the great mistake
of judging every other girl of to-day
by this gay young thing, for this type
of girl really constitutes only a very
small portion of our present-duy young
womanhood.
Because we know one little butterfly
we bemoan the passing of tho good
old type, and we make such n noise with
our moaning that wo fail to see the
scores of wonderfully industrious and
clever young women who are all about
us.
And these scores and scores of girls
are well worth looking at—girls with
serious aims in life, girls who think and
plan and do.
The typical modern girl is not the
butterfly type.
Miss Modern is a young creature with
a very serious purpose in life, and u
great supply of energy and ambition,
and that particular brand of deter
mination which brings forth results.
Sometimes she is a business woman,
and most often she is a home woman;
but whatever she is, you will find that
Bhe is wonderfully clever and very
thorough in whatever she undertakes
to do.
You will find that the modern girl
knows more than a thing or two about
many things, business, atheletics, poli
tics, music, art, the home, the art of
cooking—oh, she is rather a clever-sort
—the practical, busy, ambitious mod
ern girl.
Just look about you in Houston town
and you will find numbers of young
women who are earning splendid sala
ries out in the rush of tho .business
world, and meeting with no end of suc
cess.
You’ll find that many a Houston girl
is an adept with her needle, and I could
name any number of them who can
make the most attractive thingB to
wear—not just bits of “fancy work,”
but really truly frocks and blouses, and
fetching underwear.
There are many girls who take the
keenest pride in their culinary accom
plishments, and the Tall Chap will find
never a chance to refer to mother’s
cooking.
Of course you will find tho butterfly
type, yet, for every butterfly, you will
find numbers of serious young women
with their hearts and hands filled with
the more serious things of life.
The old-fashioned girl—fiddlesticks!
The new-fashioned girl is the very best
sort of a girl—broad, generous, ambi
tious, industrious, and yet combining
with her cleverness of mind and brain
all the qualities of heart that go toward
making the most beautifully feminine
type of woman,
Berhaps the good old-fashioned type
has passed. Many old-fashioned customs
have passed. But we can find little to
criticise—and we are really honest—in
the splendid girl of the present day. Not
the exceptional girl, but the average
girl- she is sweet and generous and
clever and wholesome, and the very best
sort over.
GRIGSBY’S LIV-VEK-LAX, that de
licious liver syrup, has displaced calomel
in every home. Good for grown-ups
and children alike. Ask John It. Cutes
Drug Co.
A National University.
Washington Post.
Secretary Lane’a reasons for oppos-
ing tho passage of tho Fess bill for the
establishment of a national university
are based on such sound logic that even
the strongest advocates of the univer
sity idea must pause and consider them.
There should be a national university
in Washington. It should be of great
aid in the development of higher na
tional standards. Secretary Lane does
not argue to the contrary. He merely
suggests UTat, tho groundwork for such
a university Bhould first be laid by es
tablishing a corp3 of experts who would
be able to ndvise the State, county and
municipal officials as to school organiza
tion, architecture, sanitation, and meth
ods of education. Until such work is
undertaken, ho says, ho “ddubts tho
wisdom of taking upon ourselves the
crention and maintenance of a national
university, attractive and beneficial as
such a project might be.” He adds
that “so long as wo pay our teachers
less than wo do our furm laborers, os is
the case in many of our States, we can
not expect teaching to be regarded as a
profession of dignity and first impor
tance.”
The nation lias shamefully neglected
its duty in educational matters. There
has been little, if any, force behind at
tempts to evolve a national programme
of education. The attendance in schools
is large, but many of the schools are al
most medieval in their methods. More
over, u Inrge majority of tho children
of the United States never go beyond
the public schools, and yet more money
is spent for universities and colleges
than for public schools. This fact is
proof thut the educational system of
the United States is a hodge-podge of
accidental growth.
Whenever the Government has dealt
with tho problem of education it has
been in the most haphazard fash
ion, without any definite plan or sys
tem, and often in conflict with the plans
of State anil other authorities. This is
tho only great nation that cannot boast
a national university at Washington,
but it iB necessary first to face and dis
pose of Secretary Lano’B suggestion
that we should put our educational
house in order and improve the facili
ties of education for the masses.
W. M. Golden, Bremen, Ga., says:
“Foley’s Kidney Pills are tho best rem
edy I ever used for kidney and bladder
troubles, also for rheumatism. I can
never say too much for them, and any
person having kidney trouble, backache
or rheumatism, should be very glad ,to
find such a wonderful remedy,” For
sale by all dealers.
Foolish Line Fence Quarrels.
The I'rotrroHHivH Farmer.
A writer in Farm and Fireside gives
some good advice to farmers about
avoiding friction over boundary lines.
Almost any neighborhood has its far
mers who have had their bitter quarrels
over fences and the location of a bound
ary. This writer says:
"Hardly one farm owner knows the
real beginning or location of his right
ful boundary, and yet he will get into a
swearing rage and nurse hatred and
bitterness for years if his neighbor’s
fence jutB over a foot on his land; or if
the hungry cattle break over the flimsy
barrier to the green fields of Jordan.
How much better to combine and say,
‘Here, I’ll furnish half the wire posts,
and help make the fence, if you will
furnish the other half, and so we’ll
strike a line as near as we cun get, and
let it go at that. If part is too much
on mo, never mind; if too far on you,
call it square rather than quarrel about
it.’ I wouldn't bo annoyed by other
people’s cattle for the cost of the fence,
nor let mine disturb anyone else.”
Hakim Powdeh
Absolutely Pure
Cakes, hot biscuit, hot breads, and
other pastry, are daily necessities
In the American family. Royal Bak
ing Powder will make them more
digestible, wholesome, appetizing.
No Alum —No Lime Phosphates