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THE NEWNAN HERALD
NEWNAN HERALD I Consolidated with Coweta Advertiser September, 1886. I
Established 1866. I Consolidated with Newnan News January. 1916. I
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 5, 1917.
Vol. 52—No 14.
Our New Year’s
Resolution:
We shall strive to make 1917 the best
and most useful year in the history of
this store. We shall practice courtesy
at all times, and endeavor to arrive at
an intelligent understanding of the wants
of our trade.
We shall continue our long-fixed pol
icy of giving our patrons the best there
is in us—giving it with a smile and with
sincere appreciation. We shall appreci
ate frank criticism and try to derive
benefit from it. We shall treat every
customer as a guest, and play host to
him the best we know how. May the
New Year be a sort of millennium be
tween us and our friends, and we hope
they will come to see us early and often.
'Phone 147. Corner Madison and Jefferson Streets.
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WHAT IS SUCCESS?
What is success? To train a share of irold?
To have one’s wealth in envious aecents told?
To see one’s picture flaunted in the public press?
Ah, there be those who label this success!
What is success? To win a little fame?
To hear the tickle world applaud your name?
To bo accounted as a Ronius? Yes,
And there be those who label this success 1
But have we not another standard still
To judge a man of character and will?
Are gold and fame the only measure tried?
In all the world !b there no test beside?
Ah, yes—the man who meets, with courogo grim.
The daily duties that devolve on him.
The petty, mean, heartbreaking cures that tire
The patient soul that may never aspire.
Howe’er so cramped the field wherein he works.
He has not fuiled—the man who never shirks,
The man who toils for years without a break
And treads the path of pain for others’ suke.
There is a myraid of such men to-day.
Who, all unnoted, walk the weary way:
Upon their shoulders still the cross may press.
But who will say they have not won success?
Story of the Confederate Flag.
Washington Times.
Here is the story of the StarB and
Bars, the Confederate flag which this
week will float peacefully here in the
shadow of the Stars and Stripes agairtat
which it was flaunted in futile enmity
throughout the four years that are now
become as a watch in the night—a
brief but ever memorable epoch in the
welding together of a great people.
The story is told by the man who
gave the Stars and Bars to the Confed-
ate States of America, who designed
and made the first banner that was
raised in the name of that lost cause.
And when the United Daughters of the
Confederacy gather in the Capital Tues
day this man, Orrin Randolph Smith, of
Henderson, N. C., who is 85 years old,
and too ill to come, will send to the
Daughters by his kinswoman, Mrs.
Frank Williams, of Newton, N. C., a
silk flag exactly like the one he first
flung out to the winds.
His daughter, Jessica R. Smith, had
expected to bring this banner, but she
will not come. Why she will stay at
home she tells us —
“Instead of buying clothes to go to
the convention, I’ve bought the flags
for dad gave one to the North Carolina
division at Salisbury last month just
like this.” But here is Orrin Randolph
Smith’s own story —
“Three times have I been a soldier at
my country’s call—twice fighting under
the Stars and Stripes and once under
the Stars and Bars. While with Taylor
south of the Rio Grande, a unit in that
proud army that never let an enemy
touch our flag; in Utah with Albert
Sidney Johnson, 1857-58, I learned what
the flag meant to the men who were
willing to give their lives for ‘Old Glo
ry’ every day and every hour in the
day. A soldier’s flag must be hiB inspi
ration. It stands for home, kindred
and country. It roust be something
more than a piece of bunting or the
blending of bright colors.
“When, at Sumter, that shot was
fired that was heard around the world
I realized that a new country had been
made and that the nation must have
new flag, of the deepest, truest signifi
cance, to lead the Men in Gray against
the greatest difficulties that any sol
diers have ever overcome since the
world was made. The idea of my flag
I took from the Trinity, ‘Three in One.’
The three bars were for the church,
State and press. Red represented
State, legislative, judiciary and execu
tive; white for church, Father, Son
and Holy Ghost; red for freedom of
speech, freedom of conscience and lib
erty of press—all bound together by a
field of blue (the heavens over all)
bearing a star for each State in the
Confederation.
“The seven white stars, all the same
size, were placed in a circle, shewing
that each State had equal rights and
privileges, irrespective of size or popu
lation. The circle, having neither head
or foot, stood for eternity, and signi
fied ‘You defend me and I will protect
you.’ I had the flag all complete in my
mind before the Confederate Congress
advertised for models, and when the
advertisement appeared I went to my
friend, Miss Rebecca Murphey, (she is
now Mrs. W. B. Winborne, of Wilson,
N. C.) and asked if ahe would make
me a little flag, I’d tell her how. I
tore the ‘bars’ and cut the ‘stars’ and
she sewed the stitches, and when fin
ished the little flag waB sent to Mont
gomery, with the suggestion that a star
be added for each State that joined
the Confederacy,
"The flag committee accepted the
flag and named it ‘The Stars and Bars.’
They also adopted the suggestion, and
it was not long before the flag bore
eleven Btars for the eleven Confederate
States that voted for Jefferson Davis
to be President.
"After the small flag was sent to
Montgomery I bought dress goods from
Barron’8 store and asked Miss Rebecca
to make me a large flag, 9 by 12 feet,
for whether the flag committee ac
cepted my model or not. I was deter
mined that one of my flags should be
floating in the breeze. Splicing two
small saplings together, I made a pole
100 feet high and planted it on the
court-house square at Louisburg, N. C.,
(where I was then living,) and the flag
was sent aloft on Monday, March 18,
1861, two months before North Caroli
na seceded. Over the flag was floating
a long blue streamer, like an admiral
has on his ship when homeward bound,
and on this pennant. I had stars for
each State that had seceded and one
for North Carolina, for though my
State was still in the Union, I knew
Bhe was ‘homeward bound.’
"This was the first Confederate flag
ever raised in the Old North State, and
thiB is how the ‘Stars and Bars’ came
into existence.”
It is related that Miss Murphey, who
made the two flags, married first Dr.
German Watson, and second W. B,
Winborne. Her sister, Miss Sallie Ann,
refused to sew on the flag, saying she
was "for the Union,” and meant to
marry a Yankee officer, and she did
marry Lieut. James A. Miller, U. S. A.
But while Mr. Smith and Miss Rebecca
made the flags, Miss Sally Ann played
on the piano and sang “Dixie,” “Bon
ny Blue Flag” and other Southern
songs.
She is living to-day with her daugh
ter, Mrs. H. T. Webb, on South Tar-
boro street, Wilson, N. C., and has be
come a member of the United Daugh
ters of the Confederacy, for Mr. Smith
said he wanted her to have a U. D. C,
badge, as it wus “The Stars and Bars.”
Mr. Smith has made Henderson his
home for years, and he is a member of
the Henry L. Wyatt Camp, U. C. V,
where he is always honored as the man
who designed the “Stars and Bars.”
Peanut Possibilities.
Alabama Negro Defeats the Boll
Weevil.
According to reports from Alabama
a negro of that State has discovered a
method of combatting the boll weevil,
and has succeeded in raising cotton
which is not bothered in the slightest
by the pest. If these reports are true,
the negro’s method deserves investiga
tion, and a thorough test as to its effi
ciency. The Montgomery Advertiser
describes the method as follows:
“John McDuffie, a negro planter 6
miles east of the city, has worked out
a novel and seemingly certain means of
eradicating the boll weevil. He had 250
acres of the firmest cotton in the county
and not a single weevil was ever found
in it. On being asked how he killed
them, he said he did not kill them, but
prevents their coming to his cotton.
McDuffie is an intelligent man, and
originated the method of running them
away himself. If it is a fact, as is
claimed, he has found the long-sought
method of preventing the waBte of mil
lions of dollars in the South through
the ravages of the pest.
“The method is simple. McDuffie
takes crude oil, tar and camphor gum.
He puts these in a pot and boilB them.
With Sufficient oil in the mixture to
make it liquid, he wets common croker
sacks in the mixture, then squeezes
them sb dry as he thinks necessary.
He says if too much of the mixture iB
used it will kill the young cotton. The
wet sacks are fastened by a drag-stick
attached to the plow-beam. Each week
the crop is plowed and dragged over
with these saturated sacks, both sides
of the cotton getting a touch from the
fumes of the mixture. On going down
one side the sack touches lightly one
side, and when the plow returns it
touches the other side.
“This method costB about 15 cents an
acre, McDuffie says. He says he used
the method with success in 1915, and
that he got five more bales per horse
last year by having the weevils out of
the way. If it is a success, and it
seemingly is, this negro has solved a
problem that has confronted the best
brains in the South for the paBt ten
years. ’’
It is not a favorable omen to see a
man smoking a cob pipe while his wife
milks the cow.
INDORSED AT HOME.
Such Proof as This Should Oonvince
Any Newnan Citizen.
The public endorsement of a local
citizen is the best proof that can be
produced. None better, none stronger
can be.had. When a man comes for
ward and testifies to his fellow-citizens,
addresses his friends and neighbors,
you may be sure he is thoroughly con
vinced or he would not do so. Telling
one's experience when it is for the pub
lic good is an act of kindness that
Bhould be appreciated. The following
statement given by a resident of New
nan adds one more to the many cases
of Home Endorsement which are being
published about Doan’s Kidney Pills.
Read it:
T. C. Cook, 17 Carmichael St., New
nan, says: “A spell of Grippe weak
ened my kidneys and 1 suffered from
a constant ache in the small of my
back. When I moved or tried to get
up, I felt as if my back was breaking
in two. I could not bend; I was so
sore and lame. My sight became
blurred and objects floated before my
eyes. Doan's Kidney Pills, procured
at John R. Cates Drug Co., cured me.”
Price 50, at all dealers. Don’t sim
ply ask for a kidney remedy — get
Doan’s K'dney Pills — the same that
Mr. Cook had. Foster-Milburn Co.,
Props., Buffalo, N, Y.
Albany Herald.
The peanut oil mill at Arlington, built
and operated by the Trio Peanut Oil
Company, has recently been unable to
run on full time because of inability to
secure peanuts.
The mill has a capacity of eight tons
a day. It offers $1 a bushel for peanuts,
but it iB understood the farmers think
they will be able to realize more, as the
price of every food product is going up.
They want $1.25 now, The Herald is in
formed.
Peanut oil is selling at 85 cents a gal
lon, and peanut meal is bringing $82 a
ton. The meal analysis shows it to be
rich in protein, the percentage being
33.38. Ammonia shows 6.37, the per
centage of both these constituents be
ing somewhat lower than in cotton
seed meal.
The farmers in Calhoun and neigh
boring counties who planted peanuts
this year to Bell to the Arlington mill
have made from forty to nearly a hun
dred bushels an acre. The variety they
have planted is the white Spanish,
which yields abundantly and gives a
high percentage of oil.
The peanut industry is comparatively
new to the farmers of this section.
Many of them have been planting pea-
nutB for a number of years, but except
in rare instances the crop has been
raised for hogs. There has been no de
velopment of methods of cultivation
with a view to increasing production,
and the average farmer has not known
the yield per acre of his peanut patches.
It should be an easy matter to make
the better soils in this section found
adapted to peanuts to yield more than
a hundred bushelB to the acre. Ab the
production of cotton decreases, as it
surely will, due to the steady eastward
sweep of the boll weevil, the supply of
cotton seed will diminish. World con
sumption of vegetable oils is rapidly in
creasing, and there is, therefore, every
reason to anticipate a greater demand
for peanut oil. As it demands a bettor
price than cotton seed oil, and as pea
nut meal is but slightly less rich in food
value than cotton Reed meal, there is
no reason whatever to have misgivings
as to the future of this coming indus
try.
Go in for peanuts, Mr. Farmer. As
between the hogs and the oil mills, pea
nuts should easily prove one of the
most profitable crops it is possible to
produce.
“Time.”
Jaa. A. Duron, In Albany Herald.
One more bead, the year of 1916, has
been strung on to the endless chain of
Time. One more unit of reckoning has
been knitted to the abyss of the past.
Have you made the year just one of
good resolutions kept, of definite pur
poses accomplished, and full of deeds
of service for your fellow man? Have
you made it a year of pleasant mem
ories, and one to which you can reflect
in later life with a feeling of pride and
satisfaction? If not, then resolve now
that 1917 will bo the banner year, the
Bhining bead of your career. Let it be
the year of definite action, of daylight
utilized.
And do not get the idea that you can
make up for lost time. The Devil of
Idleness will deceive you. Time is
never lost. Procrastination may be a
thief, but it does no* steal from Time.
Procrastination is your delay, your
postponement, but robs not Time of a
single fleeting moment. Father Time,
the day and night toiler, who knows
not the weight of sleep or weariness, is
ever hurling the years with lightning
rapidity into the eternity of the past.
“Remorseless Time! What power can
stay him in his silent course, or melt
his iron heart to pity?”
Yet, unto every mail is given his
allotted portion, and the power of free
agency. You can will to squander and
neglect. The Infinite Father of Reckon
ing takes no note of your ponderings
in his sweeping flight, but his immu
table relationship to mankind is the
chance to live, Time was predestina
ted, and the conceptions and powers
of man are futile to bind his rushing
pinions. The light of day and the dark
ness of the night are alternated accord
ing to our necessities, but regardless of
our desires. If you waste the night
and do not take your allotted rest, the
morning hour waits not for your
convenience. If you arise at nine a.
m., the day is on, and then several
golden, Bun-lit hours may have been
spent in Bleep and sluggishness, per
haps because a portion of the night
was lost to droning and dissipation.
So, it behooves man to use the light
of day while it is vouchsafed. Each
passing year is a jewel in the crown of
eternity. Make J917 the glorious,
glittering jewel. Bo up and doing, for
ere you know, Time will have grayed
your locks and built your tomb.
Different Kinds of Coughs.
Gold leads to different kinds of coughs
— "dry cough,” "winter cough,” la
grippe cough, bronchial cough, asth
matic cough, and racking, painful cough
to raise choking phlegm. Enos Hal
bert, Paoli, Ind., writes: “I coughed
continually, could hardly sleep. Folev’s
Honey and Tar relieved me, curing my
cough entirely.” J. F. Lee Drug Co.
Too Many Liars For This Can
didate.
Buchanan Tribune.
One of the most confident candidates
we ever knew lived in CitruB county,
Fla., Borne years ago. He was so sure
of his election that he actually let his
crop be ruined by grass while he wbb
knocking around over the country
electioneering, treating people, and
getting them to promise to vote for
him.
He had to mortgage his little farm
at the beginning of the campaign to
get money to make the race on. He
argued that he wouldn’t live on the
place anyway after the election was
over, for then he would move to the
county-seat.
We were publishing a paper in that
county during this political year, and
never before, nor since, have we seen
a man so sanguine ef election as this
man was. He told us one day, just be
fore the primary, that he expected to
receive the largest vote ever polled in
the county by a candidate; that he had
visited every voter in the county five
or six different times during the pre
ceding six months, and that eve-iy man
with whom he had talked had prom
ised to vote for him, except four.
To make a long story Bhort, after all
the precincts had been heard from and
the votes counted, our sanguine candi
date had received the enormous num
ber of thirty-three votes throughout
the county.
The poor fellow was so humiliated
over the result of the election that he
shouldered his gun and pulled out for
the swamp, saying he was going squir
rel hunting. He failed to show up at
home when night rolled around, and a
searching party went out to look for
him. His lifeless body was found near
a large oak tree. He had managed in
some way to shoot himself in the head.
He had a piece of white paper clench
ed in his hand, which read:
“My Loving Wife: I can’t live in a
country any longer where there are ro
many liars. Think of it! I Wd 1,493
votes pledged to me, and I only got 33.
I can’t stand everything. May the
devil get every liar who promised to
vote for me and didn’t do it, is my
dying wish.
"Your Heartbroken Husband.”
Only a Few.
There aro only two or three girls
beautiful enough to be slouchy.—At
chison Globe.
“Beis-lf Never'
Fails fer Corns!
There’s Nothing on Earth like It
For Corns and Calluses.
•‘Whenever you get corns and cal
luses, don’t experiment — Just use
‘•(1KTS-IT” end nothing elite. Ena-
lent and simplest thing I know to uso
—Just a row drops on In a few soo
the
“GeU-lt”
Tonight
onds—“GET8-IT" docs the rest.” The
old way la to bundle up your toes In
harneHHi« and bandagex, use salves
that make toes raw, cotton rlngx that
makoyour cornu pop-eyed, knives and
•'dippers'* that tear your heart out
and leave the corn In. No wonder they
make you limn and wlnco. Forget all
theao—uno “GRTS-IT," the simplAt
corn remedy In tho world, eaeient to
two. never (alls or sticks, painless. Yoar
corn loosens, then you lift It olT. Yoa
can wear smaller shoes.
'■GBTS-IT’’ Is sold and recommend
ed by druggists everywhere, 25c a
bottle, or sent, on receipt of price, by
E.. Lawrence & Co., Chicago, XU.
Sold in Newnan and recommended as
the world’s best corn remedy by John
R. Cates Drug Co. ; J. F. Lee Drug Co.
Buchu and Palmetto Compound.
In kidney and bladder affections or
pain in the back we guarantee this to
give relief or your money back. 50c and
$1.00. For sale only by
J. F. LEE DRUG GO.