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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. X LIX.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1914.
NO. 41
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P.3F. CUTTIIVO & CO
Will Hold a Special Sale ol Footwear For One Week Only
Beginning Monday, July 13
In which their entire stock of Shoes, Oxlords, etc., for Men, Women and C hildren will he
offered at greatly reduced prices. Odd lots and shoes on which the sizes arc
broken will be priced at a fraction of the original value.
Prices For the One Week Only
Golden Threads.
We were reading not long since of a
person who wondered whether life had
more of joy or sorrow, more of care
and trouble, than of happiness. So she
resolved to line the good days with gold
and the bad days with black, and at the
end of the year look them over and see
which had been her lot—more of joy or
more of sorrow. She found the good
had far outweighed the evil. We think
all us would find the same thing true of
our own lives. As a rule, we look on
the dark side of our own life and on the
bright side of other people’s. We envy
the rich their case, the educated their
opportunity, the musician his populari
ty. We think the well-dressed, the
well-fed, must be happy—especially if
they have fine homes well furnished.
We forget that there may be skeletons
in their closets which we would dread
to see in ours. If we could adopt the
priyerof Argus oh our own: “Give us
neither poverty nor riches,” perhaps if
we were just in chat situation in life it
would satisfy some of us, but not all.
We are not looking for the golden
threads running through our lives.
Sickness comes; we see no golden
threads. Death claims our loved one;
still all is dark to us. Adversity lays
its hand upon ub, and the gold is still
hidden. But there is a silver lining to
every cloud, and when once we note the
silver lining the golden thread is again
running familiarly through our life.
We may not see in this world why our
lives have been so full of sorrow, why
we have lost our loved ones, or why we
have not prospered; hut if we reach
the shining shore we shall see as we do
not now, and we shall know why God
dealt thus with us.
Here is a minister who appreciates
the editor. At a recent editorial con
vention he offered the following toast:
“To save an editor from starvation,
take his paper and pay for it promptly.
To save him from bankruptcy, adver
tise in his paper liberally. To save him
from despair, send him every item of
news of which you can get hold. To
save him from profanity, write your
correspondence plainly on one side of
the sheet and send it in as early as pos
sible. To save him from mistakes, bury
him. Dead people are the only ones
who never make mistakes.”
A woman’s idea of a bargain is some
thing marked from .'50 down to 20, even
if it isn't worth 15.
Dead in the Furrow.
Columbia (S. C.) State.
May we drop a tear of appreciation
over the death of J. C. Bass, 75-year-
old Confederate veteran, who dropped
dead in the field while following a
plow?
In the prime of manhood he went out
to fight. He was typical of thousands
of the rank and file of the Confederacy.
He fought from the First Manassas to
Appomattox. He knew Fredericksburg,
and Chancellorsville, and the two Cold
Harbors, and Gettysburg and the Wil
derness.
Behind him he had a series of human
moving pictures, drawn in blood and
fire, and sweat and starvation, all of
them mixed with a heroism that no one
of the light infantry of Alexander,
ven, could emulate.
He dropped at his plow, a palsied old
man—75 years old!
The man who had thought nothing of
charging a breastwork against artillery,
afterwards accepted the task of tilling
a field in the same spirit of duty.
Death missed him on the battlefield,
only to leave him to die an even great
er hero, as it found him at the last do
ing his duty, with a mule in front of
him and with plow-handles between the
hands that hud gripped the carbine and
the sabre.
It seems to us that some of our cor
respondents who have been writing eth
ically and argumentatively about the
War Between the States and what
might have come out of it, have failed
to notice chraacters such as Veteran
Bass, 75 years old, dead, in honest la
bor, midway of a straight furrow!
“Mother,” said Bobby, after a full
week of obedience, “have I been a good
boy lately?”
“Yes, dear,” replied his mother. “A
very, very good hoy.”
"And do you trust me?” he contin
ued.
“Why, of course, mother trusts her
little boy!” she answered.
But the chastened child was not paci
fied. "I mean-really, really trust me,
you know,” he explained.
“Yes, I really, really trust you,”
nodded his mother. “Why do you ask?”
“Just, because,” said Bobby, diving
his hands into his pockets and looking
her in the face. "If you trust me like
you Bay you do, why do you go on
hiding me jam?”
The man whose specialty is making
excuses never makes good.
A Word For the Boys.
A boy at 15 years of age is at the
most important period of his life. He
is at the forks of the road. What he
needs more than anything else is sym
pathy and advice. It would be strange,
indeed, if boys did not build castles in
Spain at that age, and what they need
is the practical suggestion of someone
who is himself a success in life, to
guide them. Most people think that
boys do not need either sympathy or
advice. It is a great mistake. They
need it as much as girls. We have
never known one of them to refuse to
take advice if it were tendered at the
right timu, in the right place, and in
the right spirit. The mistake that
most people make in talking to boys is
that they lecture them in season and
out, persecute them with all sorts of
foolish suggestions, and expect more
from them than they would from a man.
If we had any word of counsel to
give it would be: Don’t lecture a boy.
Don’t persecute him if he has done
wrong. Don’t laugh at him if he has
failed, perhaps, in some over-ambitious
boyish scheme. Don’t crush him.
Don’t break his spirit. Give the boy u
chance. Show him his mistake, and
then show him what he should do.
When you crush a boy’s spirit you
have ruined the boy —in all probability
he will blossom into a first-class dude. 3
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weather. They keep your liver busy.
For sale by all dealers.
The heart that is filled with bitter
ness will give vent to it in words. It
sees nothing bright or beautiful, be
cause its vision is clouded. Words are
a good test of temper and habit of
thought. As “to the pure all things
are pure,” so to the malicious and ill-
tempered all thingH are black, unlovely
and of ill repute. Words are also the
signs of thought, and if the thoughts
be kind and good the words will be
kind and gentle, free from malice and
uncharitableness. There is nothing that
so refines the face and mind as the
constant presence of good thoughts.
If you think you are right, go ahead,
it don’t be disappointed if the
but
doesn't follow you.
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The Glory of Old Age.
There iB glory in old age when it is
the sunset time of a Christian life.
There are springs of daily refreshing of
which the world does not know. There
are still opportunities for kindly service.
God leads our dear old friends all the
way. They have traveled farther than
moBt of us along the road that leads
heavenward, and in many instances
have reached that point where, with
spiritually quickened vision, they can
almost penetrate the thin veil which
hides what lies beyond. To them hea
ven iB a very close thing, and Jesus is
a real Bavior and friend. So thoy look
forward, not with doubt or misgiving,
but with joy, to the reunion in the
“good land” hereafter, with those who
have already passed over. Dot us not
hold lightly the counsel of these vet
erans, who cun look back over many a
struggle and temptation which they
have conqured, but which we have yet
to meet. Get us love and honor them
while they are with us, and comfort
them in every way. We hold them
with us a little while as hostages from
heaven, where they belong.
Severe Attack of Colic Cured.
10. 10. Cross, who travels in Virginia
and other Southern States, was taken
suddenly and severely ill with colic.
At the first store he came to the mer
chant recommended Chamberlain’s
Colic, Cholera and Diarrhoea Itemedy.
Two doses of it cured him. No one
should leave home on a journey without
a bottle of this preparation. Sold by
all dealers.
Ben Foster was noted for his shift
lessness. If it had not been for his wife,
he would not have done a stroke of
work on his little farm and garden. It
was all his wife could do to get him to
work, for he preferred to sit and read
all day.
One evening, after he had been read
ing French history with deep interest,
he closed the book and said to his wife:
“Do you know, Martha, what I'd ’a’
done if 1 had been Napoleon?”
"Oh, yes, I know well enough,” his
wife responded. "You’d have settled
right down on a farm in Corsica and let
it run to ruin, while you grumbled
about your hard luck.”
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