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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