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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIX.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 3, 1914.
NO. 40
Special Sale of Wash Poods
P. F. CUTTING & CO. are arranging for a Special Sale of Wash Goods to be held on
Y. TUESDAY. WEDNESDAY. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY
OF NEXT WEEK
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For these Five Days Only their entire stock of Wash Goods will be offered at gen
erous reductions from regular price. Included in this sale are all colored
Crepes, Ratines, Voiles, Piques, Reps, Poplins, colored Lawns
and other wash fabrics in popular demand.
Prices For the Five Days Only
ILSoiiihRend
MJF Watch
WOULDN'T you
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smart, stylish time
piece ?
Certainly you would.
Then why not—
Our club plan makes it possible for
you to buy this splendid timepiece on
easy weekly payments so small that
you will never notice them.
And the watch is just ns $ood a time
piece as it is trim of build.
It’s a watch that will last a lifetime and
one that you will always be proud of.
Just como in and see the watch and
learn about our remarkable plan tor
selling it and you will be convinced.
a w e e k ==r
buys this Wi
watch =
This offer is
for a few
days only—
so take ad
vantage o f
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"THE THING THAT COULDN’T BE DONE.”
Somebody said that "it couldn’t, be done.”
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t, but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so 'till he’d tried.”
So he buckled riirht in with a trace of a tfrin
On his face. If he worried, he hid it;
He started to sin*? as he tackled the thiritf
That "couldn’t be done”—and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh. you’ll never do that—
At least, no one ever has done it.”
But he took ofT his coat, and he took off his hat,
And the first thinjr we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin.
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That "couldn’t be done”--and he did it!
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done;
There are thousands to prophecy failure;
There are thousands to point out *o you. one by one.
The dangers that wait to assail you;
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Then take off your coat and go to It—
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done”—and you’ll do it.
BUGGIES! BUGGIES!
A full line of the best makes. Best value for
the money. Light running, and built to stand
the wear. At Jack Powell's old stand.
J. T. CARPENTER
Only An Old Fort.
W. H. G. in Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Out on the extreme northern end of
the range of hills back of Girard, and
about three hundred yards from the Sa-J
lem road, there are the remains of an
old fort, erected shortly before Wilson
and his raiders captured this city on his
devastating march through Alabama
and Georgia.
After thedapse of half a century the
old fort is still showing a frowning and
forbidding front to any one who ap
proaches from the west and north, and
although pine trees a foot in diameter
have grown up inside the works, its out
lines are as clear and traceable as they
were forty years ago when I first vis
ited the place.
It is true, the erosion of the years,
the rains and storms of the winters and
summers that have swept over the old
fort, have softened its grim outlines,
and smoothed down its then sharply de
fined bastions, its frowning embra
sures, and its magazines are sunken
in, and only mounds of gravelly earth
now mark the place made for the stor
age of shot and shell and powder.
It has lain there all these years, a
monument to the skill and ability and
science of the Confederate engineers
who designed and had it made —and
there were me mere skilled in that
particular science of war in any of the
armies of the world.
Vicksburg, Charleston, Petersburg,
and many other sorely besieged places,
live yet to tell the story of the skill of
the Confederate engineer officers, for
they were noted, and the South had the
services of the best of the old army who
were graduates of West Point.
Silent and grim, the old fort lies alone
on the very outpost of the natural line
of defensive hills that encircles the
three cities, and although there are sev
eral interior works of the same order,
this one is at tfyj front, where its wide
circling range could reach for miles up
the valley of Holland’s creek, and had
it been manned with men and guns suf
ficient for its needs Wilson’s men would
have had a much harder task to capture
this city.
But there were only twenty-seven
hundred for whom rations were drawn
on that fateful Easter Sunday of April,
1865, and many of these were invalids,
and old men and hoys. Some of the lat
ter are yet living, and can tell the
story of that day much better than I
can, who was not here.
With these few men to man all the
works, there was little hope to beat
back Wilson’s six thousand well-armed,
well-fed and well-clothed veterans; but
there were two veteran batteries here
also, and Wilson dare not risk an as
sault in daytime, for he well knew the
temper and metal of Confederate vet
eran artillery, and their skill as marks
men had been felt by his men on many
fields. Even then the only gun he put
iri action was knocked to pieces by
one of Lieutenant Jim Tom Holland’s
men, of Waddell’s battalion, from the
little earthworks that stood on the hiP
above the end of the upper bridge.
But 1 have allowed myself to digress,
which I can hardly help doing when
thinking of those stirring times, and so
I must go back to the old fort on Ed
mond's ridge.
Lonely and silent, and grim and still
and threatening, it lies up there on that
lonesome hill, where the warm rays of
the sun shine over its sinking walls,
and the night winds sing soft requiems
through the odorous pines, and only the
wild denizens of the woods seek its pro
tecting quiet at night and the birds sing
their melodies over its slowly sinking
lines.
Who of us, who can remember, can
pause as we stray over its old outlines —
can fail to be moved by the memories
it calls up, the hopes that animated
those responsible for its existence, the
proud and gallant efforts made to beat
hack a victorious foe, and the devotion
that still held them to their work, when
we knew that aimust the last hope of
success had expired and there was noth
ing else to face hut grim death or sur
render?
The view from this old fort is one of
beauty and loveliness, and shows the
tranquil life that now animates this
once stricken land. Woodlands and
fields, and quiet homes, whore only dis
tant grounds of farm life reaches one,
is the sight that greets one as they
stand on the old fort; and were it not
for what he stood on, there would be
little else to Bhow that here “grim vis-
aged war once reared its gory front.”
She had looked too sweet for anything
in her white dress and blue ribbons,
She had graduated with the highest
honors.
Her essay had been “Shakespeare,”
and she hud refuted all the stories that
he drank and abused his wife, and had
convinced her audience that he always
paid his grocery bills at the end of the
week.
Both friends ami strangers flocked
upon the stage to shake her hands
and congratulate her and Hay it
was wonderful. They said it to her,
and to her mother and father, and one
enthusiastic individual exclaimed to the
latter:
“She is a genius, sir.”
“Yes!” was the quiet reply.
“But I tell you, she is greut!"
“Yes?”
“You don’t seem to ho a hit excited
over it.”
“No?”
“Why, what is the matter wilh you,
old man?”
“Oh, I was just thinking of the eggs
she tried to fry for breakfast this
morning. ”
NEWNAN PROOF
Should Convince Every Newnan
Reader.
The frank statement of a neighbor,
telling Ihe meritsof a remedy,
Bids you pause and believe.
The same indorsement
By some stranger far away
Commands no belief at all.
llere’H a Newnari case.
A Newnan citizen testifies.
Read and be convinced.
II. W. Jennings, 78 Murray St., New
nan, Ga., says: “For several years 1
was subject to attaekH of kidney trouble,
coming on after I caught cold or ex
erted myself. At such times the kid
ney secretions were irregular in passage
ami I had such acute pains that it wbh
hard for me to do any work that obliged
me to stoop. Since I learned of Doan’s
Kidney Bills, I have procured them r.t
the Lee Drug Co. 1 have never failed
to set relief through their use.”
Brice 50c, at all dealers. Don’t
simply aHk for a kidney remedy—get
Doan’s Kidney Bills—the same that
Mr. Jennings had. Foster - Milburn
Go., Buffalo, N. Y.
A Toast to Woman.
“1 propose a toast to women—to be
drunk, not in liquor of any kind, for we
should never pledge a woman in that
which may bring her huBband reeling
home to abuse where he should love and
cherish, sends her sons to a drunkard's
grave, and her daughters to a life of
shame. Oh, no, not in that; hut rather
in the life-giving water, pure as her
chastity, clear as her intuitions, bright
as her smile, sparkling as the laughttr
of her eyeB, cheering as her consolation,
strong and sustaining as her love—ia
the crystal water I would drink to her,
that she would remain queen regnant of
the empire she has already won, ground
ed as deep an the universe in love, built
up and exorcised in the homes and hearts
of the world. I would drink to her, the
full-blown flower of creation’s morning,
of which man was hut the bud and blos-
Hom—to her, who in childhood, clasps our
little hands and teaches us to lisp the
first sweet prayer to the Great Father
of us all—who comes to us in youth with
good counsel and advice—who in man
hood meets our heart yearnings with
the faithfulness of conjugal love, and
whose hand, when our feet go down la
the shadow of death, gently smooths the
rough pillow of death as r one other caa
do; to her who is the flower of flowers,
the pearl of pearls. God’s latest, best
and brightest gift to man — woman,
peerless, pure, sweet, royal woman."
Some one has advanced the opinion
that the letter “e” is the most unfor
tunate letter in the English alphabet,
because it is always out of cash, for
ever in debt, never out of danger, and
in hell all the time. For some reason
he overlooked the fortunates of the let
ter, as we call attention to the fact that
”o” is never in war and always ia
p ;ace, it is the beginning of existence,
the commencement of ease, the end ( f
trouble. Without it there would be no
meat, no life, no heaven. It is the cen
ter of honesty, makes love perfect, and
without it there could be no printers,
editors, devils or news.
A fool’s idea of a good joke is one be
is able to put over on the other fellow.
Whenever You Need a General Tonic
Take Grove's
The Old Standard Grove’s Tasteless
chill Tonic is equally valuable as a
General Tonic because it contains the
well known tonic properticsof QU1NINU
and IRON. It acts on the Liver, Drives
out Malaria, Knriches the Bloiod and
Builds up the Whole System. SO cents.
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