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■ ——i NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. X LIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 1914. NO. 45 Seven Makes of Buggies; White Hickory Wagons When you get ready to buy a BUGGY come to see us. We Con Suit You We can show you more than one make. If you buy a buggy from us you will get quality and finish in the following makes Brockway, Hampton, Barnesvitte, Dixie, Hate, Tyson Sc Jones, Griffin; White Hickory Wagons BUGGY, WAGON AND CARRIAGE HARNESS TO FIT ANY HORSE OR MULE. H. C. Arnall Merchandise Co. new “ Easy-Opening-Box.” No trouble. No muss. The f. f. Dalley Co., Ltd. Hamilton, Ont. Buffalo, N.Y. MY PRAYER. Let me be true enough to meet each honest eye, Yet If a friend whose sorrowed heart has been undone Asks me for comfort where in truth there can be none. Then let me grasp bis groping hand —and kindly lie. And if my neighbor does those things I think are ill. Let me not judge! Who knows whut tangled, taunting skein Fate may have woven to have meshed hia heart in pain — Would I have smoothed the evil knot with half his skill? Since I must play the game of life, this in my pruyer: Though I may lose. let me preservo u smiling face— Let me notscorn'the weak who falter in the race; Let me be merciful—let me play fair. —| Caroline Reynolds. Notice to Debtors and Creditors. GEORGIA—Cowf.ta County: .Notice is hereby given to all creditors of the es tate of Mary Lou JackBon. late of said county, de- to render in an account of their demands > the undersigned within the time prescribed by I properly made out; and all persons indebted to said estate are hereby requested to make imme diate payment. This July 31, 1914. Prs. fee. 13.75. T. J FISHER. Executor. Give us a trial order on job printing. Beef in the South. Wall Street Journal. Enough has been said to prove the existence of an alarming shortage of beef cattle. To allow depletion to go on unchecked must ultimately mean a meat famine. The remedy, of course, lies in increasing the supply, but the vital question is how that is to be done. What better breeding place could bo a9ked for than in the South? Between Virginia and Louisiana are millions of acres of cheap, well watered lands that could carry cattle. Climatic conditions would make the carrying cost less than in the North. The fever tick is being eliminated. North Carolina, for in stance, is now two-thirds free from the pest. There is room in that Bection (and need, too,) for thousands of cat tle. In the last census year the two Caro lines, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mis sissippi and Louisiana had 5,766,000 head of cattle, worth $72,000,000. With their total area of 348,715 square miles, that would average 16.5 head to a square mile. New York and Pennsyl vania are by no means well stocked with cattle, yet on their total area of 94,300 square miles they carried that same year 4,010,000 head of better cat tle-worth $140,000,000, averaging 42.5 head to the square mile. In that same year these seven South ern States spent $60,000,000 for com mercial fertilizers, and their crops were worth $916,550,000. Those of New York and Pennsylvania (without count ing animal products) were worth $700,- 000,000. This is not because the North ern soil is more fertile. The enormous yields of cotton on some of the experi mental farms, and the extraordinary results, show what the Southern lands can do. Yields obtained by some of their boys’ corn clubs, cropping, and more cattle, would mean larger returns per acre. The census valuation looks as if a large part of the Southern cattle is na tive “scrub,” of which even New York and Pennsylvania have too much. To prepare Buch a steer for market is like trying to fatten a fence rail—and the product is about as juicy, liut to es tablish herds of thoroughbred stock is a costly undertaking. The North Car olina commissioner is trying to grade up the native stock by placing thor oughbred breeding animals in different parts of the State. The plan commends itself to common sense. If the farmers of the South will be satisfied to raise more corn and forage, and learn to look upon well-graded cat tle as mills to condense that feed for market, they can raise an equal amount of cotton on a similar acreage, and save a part of their immense bill for fertilizer. Incidentally, also, they will be on the way to solving the question of rural credit. “Wanted: A Hero.” Breeders' Gazette. We read the other day an article with this heading. The author felt that he roes were rather few nowadays, and that the world was the poorer for the lack of them. Fiddlesticks! That, au thor did not know a real hero when he met him. We know a number of them, their dreBS plain, their hands calloused, their boots heavy and soiled with mud. Out in the cold and wet they go to their daily tasks. One is ditching every day this winter in unpleasant, sticky mud. Another feeds cattle. Another is clear ing a piece of new land. Out before day in the chilly morning and toiling hard, the inspiration for this heroism is the same that has appealed to men of red blood for thousands of years. Some where, perhaps in his farm home, per haps in mind’s picture, is a woman; she too, must be good, true and worthy of heroism. For her and for the little ones the hero labors, suffers, endures cold, wet, weariness and discourage ment. Sometimes his crops fail; some times there is a note hard to meet. Yet he workB on; he comes home to the woman he loves with a hero’s conquer ing smile. Here’s to him who can work and hope and smile at temporary defeat and take up another hole in hia belt and grimly fight on About “Buying up” the Press. DoKalb Now Era. A certain candidate stated in Decatur Monday that Jack Slaton had “bought up” the press of Georgia. We were very favorably impressed with the gentleman until he made that statement, but after that we lost in terest in his remarks. The New Era, like all other Georgia papers, has sold advertising space to Governor Slaton, just as we have sold space to Senator Smith, Dr. Hardman, Judge Nat Harris, Hon. Randolph An dersen and others, and wo will continue to sell it when wo can, because adver tising space is our stock in trade; but we haven’t sold out to anybody, and we do not know a single weekly editor in Georgia whom we believe would Bell out. If there aro Buch we don’t want to know them. The space sold to candidates is sold without any obligations whatever, other than the fact that we aro to print so many inches at regular rates; and none of them have asked us to give them editorial support on account of the business they give us. We have heard just about as much as we care to hear from various dema gogues in Georgia and clHowhero about the press “selling aut,” and we desire to state that every man who makes a charge like that proves himself to be either an hopeless ignoramus or a mon umental prevaricator. The press of Georgia—especially the weekly press—is composed of the finest body of men it has ever been our privi lege to meet, and we don’t like to hear them slandered by cheap politicians. We happen to know that the weekly papers of Georgia throw into the waste basket every year more offers from whiskey concerns than the political business amounts to in four years. They will not print whiskey and beer advertising—though all of them could make a lot of money that way—and most of them will not print fake land stock and insurance ads.—therefore, it is an insult for any man to charge that the weekly press of the State has "sold out.” Every man may have his price, but the price of the Georgia editor is too high for any candidate to afford. The ess a man knows the more vice he distributes. ad- Only One "BROMO QUININE" To get the genuine, cell (or full name, LAXA TIVE BROMO QUININE. Look lor aigneture ot K.W. GROVE. Cutee a Cold In Oue Day. Slop* cough and headache, and works oh cold. 24c, An Alarming Accident. Two gentlemen of French descent were in tho journalistic profession—one being a Bub-editor of an evening paper lublished in I’aris, and the other an artist for a revival publication—had a quarrel over some trivial matter, and, as is quite the custom in France, they finally decided to settle the dispute by means of a duel with swords. At last tho eventful day arrived, and the combatants, along with their seconds, referee, timekeeper and doc tors, arrived at the scene of action. The combatants faced each other with grim determination, both being confident of victory. After much purrying tho sub-editor managed to get in an overwhelming cut which severed tho artist’s nose. The wounded man dropped his sword with a groan, but in falling it had tho misfortune to fall across tho big too of his right foot, cutting it clean off. After this inter esting state of affairs he was rendered hors du combut. The doctors rushed up to replace the pieces, but in doing so they made the fatal mistake of putting the toe on the artist’s face and his nose where the too should have been, and ever since the accident when the unfortunate fellow has wanted to sneeze he has been obliged to take off his boot. ACKNOWLEDGED IT, Nownan Has to Bow to the Inevit able-Scores of Citizens Prove It. After reading the publie statement of thiH representative citizen of New- nan given below, you must come to this conclusion; A remedy which prov ed so beneficial years ago with the kid neys, can naturally he expected to per form the same work in similar cases. Bead this: Mrs. H. W. Jennings, 78 Murray Sti, Newnan, Ga., says: ”1 testified as to the merit of Doan’s Kidney Pills some years ago in a public statement, and to-day I am pleased to say that my faith in this remedy is stronger than ever. I did not have a personal ex perience with this remedy when I gave my former testimonial, hut others of my family had been helped by them. To-day, however, I can praise Doan’s Kidney Pills, procured at the Lee Drug Go., from personal use. They huve been prompt in curing me * of pains across my hack and weakness through my hips and loins, together with other annoying symptoms of kidney complaint.” Price 50c. at all dealers. Don’t sim ply ask for a kidney remedy—get. Doan’s Kidney Pills—the same that Mrs. Jen nings had. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffa lo, N. Y.