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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. 6 1 U. C. V. RATES TO THE Reunion, Jacksonville, Fla. A. B. & A. Railroad “Official Route’’ From Central Alabama SPECIAL THROUGH TRAINS. SLEEPING CARS. COACHES Schedule May 5 Veterans' Special Lv. Newnan (A. & W. P. R. R.)... .7.20 p. m. Lv. LaGrange (A. B. & A. R. R.) 10.50 p. m. Ar. Jacksonville (A.‘C. L. R. R.)...7.55 a. m. Schedule daily 7 25 a. m. 8 35 a. m. 8.50 p. m. Hound trip fare $6.80 6 40 Tickets sold May 3d to 7th, inclusive. Return limit May 15th, unless extended. Special train will return leaving Jacksonville 7.30 p. m. May 8th and daily at 3.25 p. m., arriving Newnan at noon. Ask your friends to join you in this most interesting trip to Florida. Get further information in detail from nearest A. B. &. A. ticket agent. W. W. CROXTON, W. W. BREEDLOVE, General Passengei- Agent, Ticket Agent, Atlanta, Ga. LaGrange, Ga. Scrubs Fatten Quickly You want your pigs to eat as much as possible when you fatten them. Give them a great variety of feed, keep the appetite keen and the digestion in good order, and you will obtain the desired result; especially if you mix with the grain ration a dose of STOCK MEDICINE Bee Dee I put iome scrubby looking hogs in the pen to fatten and gave them Bee Dee STOCK MEDICINE in their feed. I soon had fine, healthy-lookinghogs, which netted me over 500 pounds. H. Kisner, Diinlevie, W. Va. Whets the appetite—Helps digestion. 25c, 50c and $1. per can. At your dealer’s. P, B. 41 All kinds of job work done with neatness and dispatch al this office. R you owe for this paper pay up. | The World's Wonder 1 Ih a remedy for all pain* and aches in the limbs or body. It is especially effective for the relief of ■ suppressed menstruation and other female ail- | menta. Perfectly harmless. Can be had at Cates’ i Drug Store, or at my residence. 159 Temple ave nue, Newnan. Ga. DR. A. CAGLE. 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