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THE NEWNAN HERALD "®KS2Bif D i sis ala®' is86 - i NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 21, 1916. Vol. 51—No. 17 M /nr\ Tr^ T |'r~^ s=^ 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 liver and iron tonic, to strengthen and. Wild up-weak, run-down, overworks* mothers. JOHN g. CATES DRUG CO.. Nnw G*."