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THE NEWNAN HERALD
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NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 21, 1916.
Vol. 51—No. 17
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Beginning MO/V0A V, Jan. 24
ONE WEEK
To those who have attended our former “White Sales’’ the above announcement is sufficient. To those who are not familiar
with such sales the following incomplete list will give you an idea. (
Laces, Embroideries, Linens, Longcloth, Domestics, Nainsook, Flannels, all of
the new novelties; Skirtings, Waistings, Sheets, Pillow Gases,
Towels, Counterpanes, etc.
Come Early, Come Often; Many Good Values Await You
SPECIAL notice:
During the Sale we will receive phone orders, but customers in the store
will receive first call and attention.
(T. (Mover (Tompati?
YOUR FORD
IS READY NOW
And as you ride you pay. Nothing could better
demonstrate my faith in the Ford’s ability to stand
up. Nothing could better demonstrate my certain
ty that you will be pleased with the streamline
body, the splendid appearance, the ready motor.
Ask for my term proposition.
WALTER HOPKINS
25 Perry Street.
NEWNAN, GA.
CENTRAL OP GEORGIA RAILWAY OO.
CURRENT SCHEDULES.
ARRIVE FROM
Griffin 10*7 A. M.
Chattanooga 1:43 p. m.
Cedartown 6 >43 A. «.
Columbus 9v}0a if.
DEPART FOR
Griffin a. M. 1:40 P. M.
Chattanooga U^a.k.
Cedartoim
Columbus 7 A. ID 8:16 P.W
I AM KING.
I am a kina: and have a throne
That all the monarchs crave: f
Where anarchists are never known
And rebels do not rave.
My kingdom Is a .loyal one—
It greats my rule with sonar;
It thinks, as all good kingdoms should,
“The king can do no wrong."
My kingdom is a meagre one—
Its subjects are but threei
Its domain, too, is very scant—
An empire, though, to me.
I rule over It with gentle hand.
As soft as any glove;
No latys I pass that do not have
As constitution, Love.
My empire is far more to me
Than Carthage or than Rome;
It comes to me by right divine—
Its name is ’Home. Sweet Home.”
Passing Forever.
Greenville (S. C.) News.
The old order changeth. The new
South crowds the Old into the pageB of
history. The Don Quixote of the fine
old plantation, with his blooded horses,
his fox hounds, his body servants, bis
gallantry, and all that, is now a tender
memory. The “great houBe, ” or the
“mansion” set on the hill, and the row
of cabins forming an arc behind it, is a
thing that was, but now iB not. The
splendid dances, with the charmingly
modest ladies in hoopskirts and frills,
and the men bravely dresaed in ruffles
and fine cloth, are preserved in fiction
and in history. Commercialism, a spread
ing democracy, the overthrow of slav
ery, the breaking up of the old quasi-
feudal system, has destroyed the Old
South.
The lapse of years adds, perhaps, to
the apparent charm of those former
dayB. We read of the grinning darkies
gathering about the porch where “old
master" was, or the old “mammies”
courtseying, and the old "ancles" doff
ing their ragged hats and smiling with
joy at the approach of the “white
.folks." Ah, the pictures are pretty.
The glamour of that life, the romance
of it, as now represented 1 to' ns, forms
a picturesque chapter in the annals of
Americah'histdry.
The economist tells us that it is well
! for the nation that the Old South is
dead; and we know that he Bpeaka the
truth. No doubt there is more indus
trial unreat now, but this is becausi
there is more democracy, add because
'the democracy has not come ihto it,
owd. fibt let us for the present pas*
|by the economic phases, and' considei
only the Tomanticism of the days gone
by—these antebellum days of ladies
gay.
One who looks about him now is
prone to conclude that the picturesque
features of life are passing away.
The cowboy is becoming a memory.
The great planter ia no more. The
faithful slave ie a freeman, Where
stood the splendid slave is a free man.
Where Btood the splendid old colonial
home with its beautiful grove of trees,
its smokehouse and all that, there now
stands only a chimney—perhaps a mon
ument to the late Gen. Sherman. The
sound of the banjo is not heard now in
the negro quarters, and the singing of
the darkies has ceased. Oh, yes, there
are remnants of those days, but the
actual conditions are no more. For
this we must be glad—but, as we said,
this is not a commercial discussion.
It may be that what has been, al
ways appears more picturesque than
what is, and more attractive. But we
are quite sure that this softening action
of time is not responsible for all the
romance which we see in the Old South.
The country was at its romantic pe
riod-lost sight of, the misery is forgot.
The glamour, the happiness, the mirth
and beauty are more lasting.
Now, in this Old South there was a
time to hunt, time to entertain, time
to give oneself over to all manner of
pleasures, The slaves and the poor
whites did the work, The pictures
which have come to us are pictures of
the best that then existed. Nature, in
her fashioning of man’s memory, was
kind enough to make it eo that the most
pleasant things are remembered. The
old time darkey—the “Uncle" and the
"aunty”—these faithful slaves have
been immortalized in fiction and in His
tory. To Thomas Nelson Page and to
Joel Chandler Harris we are chiefly in
debted for the preservation of the
characteristics of the antebellbtU' dar-
;key. These' children of Africa, en
slaved by their'superibre, lived'a unique
llife. They were loyal;- Without asking
I why. They loved the White folks,-add
were respected in return. Ib out na
tion there will come another day of ro
mance, of picturesqueness, just as there
is picturesqueness in the villages of
icrowded Europe. But never again will
Ithere come the old-fashioned negro:
He is fast passing, and when he has
gone the departufe will be forever and
for aye.
Remnants of the Old South—sad but
pleasing reminders of what once was,,
Indicative rather of conditions, than of
their own individual personality. The
children of a system which will never
be again. The Old South with them
endeth, and the New assumes its sway.
Let the Old South end. It was inev
itable that it should. But let us not
forget the days that were, and,
while remembering those days, we
should preserve the memory of one of
the most unique types that ever served
to give the writer a theme, or the stu
dent of human nature a happy hour of
contemplation. Remember the gal
lantry, the “master,” the "missus,”
the plantations, the bravery, the ring
ing laughter—and the faithful slave,
about whom there was a homeliness and
an indescribable something which added
to the romance of the bygone days.
Six-Year-Old Had Croup.
“I have a little girl 6 years old who
has a great deal of trouble with croup,”
writes W. E. Curry, pf Evansville, Ind.
“I have used Foley's Honey and Tar,
obtaining instant relief for her. My
wife and I also use it and will say it is
the bese cure for a bad cold, cough,
throat trouble and croup that I ever
saw.” Those terrible coughs that seem
to tear one to pieces yield to Foley’B
Honey and Tar. J. F. Lee Drug Co.
It is said of Hannah Moore that
when she was told a tale of anyone in
her village, her reply usually was:
Come, let-ns go and aeo if this be
true." The effect was something
wonderful. The tale-bearer, taken
aback, would begin to make excuses
and say, “PoBsihty there is some mis
take," but thiB would not satisfy the
good dame, who insisted' that the tale
bearer should go With Her to the par
ties to see if the tale was true. If
every Christian man or woman were
like that, what a revolution it would
bring in society. But how many pro-
jfessing Christians dot only listen to
Itales about others, but really peddle
them; and are often first to cut the ac
quaintance of one Who is slandered by
the very ones Who' sHodld' have been
his stauricHest. friendi to’ the list;—
Early County News.
CAN YOU DOUBT IT?
When the Proof Oan Be so Easily
Investigated.
When. So many grateful citizens of
■Newnan testify to benefits derived
from Doan’s Kidney Pills can you
doubt the evidence? The proof is not
far away—it is almost at your door.
Read what a resident of Newnan says
about Doan’s Kidney Pills. Can you
demand more convincing testimony?
Mrs. M. Tompkins, 48 W. Washing
ton street, Newnan, Ga., says: "The
worst trouble I had was a dull ache in
the small of my back. I tired easily,
especially in the morning. I had fre
quent headaches, little objects floated
before my eyes and at times I became
dizzy. Colds settled on my kidneys,
making my back worse. I used Doan's
Kidney PillB, procured at Murray’s
Drug & Book Co.. and they Boon re
lieved the pains in my back and the
other symptoms of kidney trouble dis
appeared.
Price 50c, at all dealers. Don’t sim
ply ask for a kidney remedy—get Doan’s
Kidney Pills—the same that Mrs.
Tompkins had. Foater-Milburn Co.,
Props., Buffalo, N. Y.
Dinah bad not seen her old mistress
for two or three years. “For de Ian’
sake, missy, I sure is glad to see you
again! How’s all de folks?”
"All just about the same, Dinah; and
how is It with you?”
"Oh, we's ail 'bout de same, 'cept
Bill. You ’members by brudder Bill?
The young one you used to give cookies
to? Well, he sure has growed. Lord,
missy, you jest ought to see him! So'
big and tall, folks all think for sure he'
am older dan what he is.”
‘Ia that so?”
‘Yas’m, dat’s de livin’ trufe. He'
sure does look older dan what he is; but’
he ain’t.”
OVERWORKED MOTHER
F inds Health la Our Viaol
Collinsville, Ill.—” I suffered from #
BervoUS break-down and terrible head
aches, and 1 was tired all over, totally
Worn out Bnd‘ discouraged but as I had
a large family I had to work despite my
suffering. I saw Vinol advertised and
decided to try it. and within two weeks
I- noticed a decided improvement, and
riow I Bm a well woman."—Mrs. Ana.
We guarantee VJnol, our delicious’codj
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Wild up-weak, run-down, overworks*
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