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THE NEWNAN HERALD
$tffiwut!5 D £u <D \ w l t l? s? weta Advertiser September. 1886. |
Established 1866. I Consolidated with Newnan News January, 1916. I
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 10, 1916.
Vol. SI—No. 24
Sensational Sale Of
iiiDoer
Commencing Saturday, March 11
We will put on sale a large assortment of ladies' and children's slippers. These consist of oxfords,
pumps, etc., brought over from last season and will be offered at ridiculously low prices. Chil
dren’s slippers which formerly sold at from $1 to $3 will be priced at from 50c to $1.50. Ladies’
slippers which formerly sold at from $2 to $4.50 we will offer at from 50c to $2.
Coming at the opening of the spring season this sale means an unusual opportunity for you to
get a pair of slippers at a very low price. It will be to your advantage to attend this sale.
Slippers offered in this sale will not be sent out on approval, exchanged or taken back.
P. F. CUTTING & COMPANY
THE GRIPPE.
An ache in the back and a pain in the head—
That’s the grippe I /
A choke in the throat and a yearning for bed—
That'B the grippe I
A shivering of heat, then a shiver of cold,
A feeling of being three hundred years old,
A willingness even to do as you’re told—
That’s the grippe l
An arrow of pain, now in this place, now that—
That’s the grippe!
A feeling of doubt as to where you are at—
That's the grippe 1
A stupid sensation—of course wholly new—
A foolish depression—why shoutd you feel blue?—
A doubt as to whether this really is you—
That’s the grippe I
Strange visions at night that deprive you of rest—
That’s the grippe I
A taste in your mouth and a weight on your
cheat—
That's the grippe I
A tired sensation that runs through your veins—
A queer combination of aches and of pains,
A vapid admiBBlon of absence of brains—
That’s the grippe!
A marvelous weakness, come on in a day—
That’s the grippe!
A petulant wonder, How long will it stay7”
That's the grippe!
A season of fever, a season of freeze,
A quivering weakness that's felt at the knees—
Say, if ever there was a cussed disease,
That’s the grippe!
Quality
In everything in the
Grocery line
and
Promptness
In delivering
all goods pur
chased of me
Are My Long Suits
A trial order will convince
the most skeptical.
MONTHLY accounts of
prompt paying customers so
licited.
J. T. Swint, Ph 5 °4 ne
Lee’s Last Order.
Gen. Lee’s last order, and when and
why it was delivered, were recounted
by a former officer in Leo’s army at
the recent reunim of the Northern and
Southern veterans at Gettsburg. In
the closing days of the Civil War, Gov.
Wise, of Virginia, at the call his State,
and despite his age, joined Lee’sftroops
In his younger days Lee was a great
favorite of the Governor, and the latter
was made a brigadier-general by the
former. He fought w'ith reckless brav
ery, and was fiercely engaged in the
last fighting of the war, when a rumor
of Lee’s surrender reached him.
“Then,” as the story runs, “filled
with astonishment and anxiety, he
turned his horse at the close of the
fight and spurred in search of his com
mander-in-chief. As he splashed along
the muddy road, unkempt, unshaven,
and himself a spatter of mud, after
forty-eight hours in the saddle he
chanced upon Gen. Lee and his staff on
their way to arrange the details of the
surrender with Gen Grant.
“The fiery old autocrat, too much
overborne by tumultuous emotions to
give a thought to military discipline,
and forgetting that Gen.. Lee was not
still his young protege, pushed through
the circle of officers, and riding up to
bis commander, blurted out: ’General,
wbat’s this talk I hear about surrender
ing?'
“ ‘It is true,' replied Lee, sadly; and
overlooking the old warrior’s gross
breach of discipline, he added, ‘I am
just on my way to meet Gen. Grant.'
“ ‘Surrender!’ ejaculated the old
Governor. ‘I am aBtounded, sir! And
what am I to do? Tell me, what am I
to do, sir?’
“As Gen. Lee gazed upon his over
wrought subordinate, his eye, even in
that hour of bitter trial, caught the
ludicrous’aspect of the doughty old sol
dier as he Bat there beBplashed from
crown to toe, his bare head a tangled
mass of witchknots, his face a dirty
mottle of mud, streaked like the make
up of a masquerade, with smuts run
ning crazily athwart his features, his
whole appearance in grotesque contrast
to the tragic sorrow that overwhelmed
him. The ghost of a smile flitted over
the sad countenance of the commander
as he replied gently to the old general’s
insistent query: ‘I think, General, you
had better go home and wash your
face!’
“And, with a nod, he departed, leav
ing the astonished old soldier with a
painful miscellany of feelings to carry
out the last order of Gen. Lee."
“Now, Thomas,” said the forman of
the construction gang to a green hand
who had just been put on the job,
“keep your eyes open. When you see
a train coming throw down your tools
and jump off the track, Run like
blazes!”
“Sure!” said Thomas, and began to
swing bis pick. In a few minutes the
Empire’State Express came thundering
along. Thomas threw down hiB pick
and started up the track ahead of the
train as fast as he could run. The train
overtook him and tossed him into a
ditch. Badly shaken up, he was taken
to a hospital, where the foreman visit
ed him.
“You blithering idiot!” said the fore
man, “didn’t I tell you to take care
and get out of the way? Why didn’t
you run up the s(de of the hill?”
“Up th’ soide av th’ hill, is It, sor?”
said Thomas through the bandages on
hiB face. “Up th’ soide av th’ hill?
Be th’ powers! I couldn’t bate it on th’
level, let alone runnin uphill!”
The Court, of Last Resort.
Around the Btove of the cross roads
grocery is the real court of last reBort,
for it finally over-rules all others.
Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy has been
brought before this court in almost
every cross roads grocery in this coun
try, and has always a favorable verdict,
it is in the country where man expects
to receive full value for his money that
this remedy is most appreciated. Ob
tainable everywhere.
" Dad, Here’s to You!
We happened in a house the other
night, and over the parlor door saw the
legend worked in letters of red, “What
is Home Without a Mother?” Across
the room was another brief motto:
“God Bless Our Home!”
Now, what’s the matter with “God
BleBs Our Dad?” He gets up early,
lights the fire, boils an egg, and wipes
off the dew of the lawn with his boots
while many a mother is sleeping. He
makes the weekly hand-out for the
butcher, the grocer, the milkman and
the baker, and his little pile is badly
worn before he has been at home an
hour.
If there is a noise in the house during
the night, Dad is kicked in the back and
goeB downstairs to find the burglar and
kill him. Mother darns the socks, but
Dad bought the socks in the first place,
and the needles and the yarns after
wards. Mother does up the fruit; well,
Dad bought it all, and jars and sugar
cost like the mischief.
Dad buys chickens for the Sunday
dinner, carves them himself, and draws
the neck from the ruins after everyone
else has been served.
“What is Home Without a Mother?"
Yes, that is all right; but what is home
without a father? Ten chances to one
it is a boarding-house. Father is under
a slab and the landlady is the widow.
Dad, here’s to you! You’ve got your
faults—you may have lots of them—
but you’re all right, and we’ll miss you
when you’re gone.
All flowering plants have what is
called pollen, which is composed of
minute particles generated in the flow
er, and which has a definite sexuality.
The male pollen seeks that union which
will make for *reproduction, and it has
been said poetically that desire in the
flowers is aB intense jas in any other
form of life. Only the flowers could
tell this, and the flowers don’t speak
our language, though we poor humans
have artificially and empirically coined
a "language of the flowers.”
Changeable Weather Brings Sick
ness.
The changeable weather of March
causes coughs, colds, croup and grippe.
There is no such thing as a "light
cold’’—none that a person can safely
neglect. Foley’s Honey and Tar is
a safe and reliable family medicine thai
heals inflamed, congested air passages,
stops coughs and eases breathing. J
F. Lee Drug Co.
How It Was.
Groan County Record.
In obedience to the universal mandate
and innate instinct which, with irre-
sisting, alluring magnetism, is ever
drawing into juxtaposition the beau
teous and chivalrous, the brave and
the gay, softly and sweetly as the song
of sirens; but nevertheless unerringly
and eternally as the mariner’s compass
is ever seeking the pole, until in pro
cess of time two existences, two lives,
two individualities which have hitherto
flowed on each in its independent course
through the vicissitudes of this mun
dane sphere; even as two mountain
rivulets have rippled on separately and
thoughtlessly over their pebbly beds
through sunshine and shadow, until at
last, escaping from their mountain
fastnesses, they emerge upon the sur
rounding plain to blend together in a
aingle purling brook destined forever
more to travel as a single ribbon of
crystalline clearness toward the great
ocean of futurity; two of our Pierce
acquaintances on Sunday last amalga
mated their earthly existence into one
harmonious entirety, when Johnnie
Evans and Miss Nora Briggs, at the
home of the bride, there, upon the
hymeneal altar, Baid the fateful words
which bound the twain as one,
The man who is unable to live within 1
his income must live without.
POWDER
Absolutely Pure
Made from Cream of Tartar
NO ALUM-NO PHOSPHATE
