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The Newnan Herald
NEWNAN HERALD I Consolidated with Coweta Advertiser September, 1886. /
Established 1866. f Consolidated with Newnan News January, 1916. f
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1920.
Vol. 56—No. 13
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Didn't Rest Well”
Prominent Georgia Lady Suffered from Faint Spells
and Sleeplessness—Relieved by Ziron.
P EOPLE who got to feeling weak
every now and then, and who do
not seem to get the proper re
freshment from rest, sleep and recrea
tion, need a tonic to help their blood
revitalize and build up their system.
For this, you will find Ziron Iron
Tonic very valuable, as the teslmony of
thousands already has proved. Mrs.
3. W. Dysart, lady of a prominent
Georgia family residing near Carters-
vllle, says:
“1 didn’t, feel like myself.
"I didn’t rest well some nights. I
would be lust as tired when I got up
In the morning as when I went to
bed. I would get weak, and have kind
of falnty spells—at times hardly able
to do my housework.
“I heard of Ziron, and felt maybe
a tonic would help me. I thought It
would at least strengthen me.
“I believe Ziron has done me good.
I feel better. I am glad to recommend
It as a good tonlo.”
Try Ziron, Our money-back guaran
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Beers 9 Garage
WILL MOVE TO
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JAN. 1, 1921
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And will give the best service.
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CHRISTMAS HYMN.
Sing, Christinas bolls I
Say to the earth this is the morn
Whereon our Savior King is born;
Sing to all men—tho bond, tlm free,
Tlio rich, tho poor, tho high, tho low,
Tho llttlo child-that sports in glee,
Tho ngod folk that tottering go—
Proclaim tho morn ,
That Christ is born,
That •avotli them and saveth mo I
Siifg, angel host I
Slug of tho stars that God hns placod
Above, tho manger in tho East
Sing .of tho glorios of tho night,
Tlie Virgin’s swoot humility,
Tho Bubo with kingly robes uwight—
Sing of all inon where’er they bo
This, Christmas morn,
For Christ is born,
That savetli thorn and saveth mot
—Eugene Field.
The Herald’s elassified
columns get results.
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fied column for results. ... t .
GRAPHIC ACCOUNT OF THE JACK-
SON TRAGEDY.
0. B. Keeler, in Atlanta Journal, 18th
inst.
Pineh-lA’tting for a fnt reporter named
Baughn, I wont over to the Federal build
ing, commonly known ns the postoifioo,
Saturday morning, and I got Into Com
missioner Brown’s office with no par
ticular reason in mind for goVng, and
there wns an elderly, frail-looking man
with white hair and pale blue oyos talk
ing to Mr. Brown, and it didn’t aoem
to be an executive session, bo X lYstonod.
And now I ask you pooplo who live in
a large nnd fairly orderly and reasonably
comfortable city, protected by police and
bright lights, to read thiB account of
what I heard from that elderly, Blender
man with the palo-bluo oyos, talking in
a low, oven voice, in as mattor-of-fact
a manner as your neighbor would toll
about tho plans for a Christmas tree at
tho Sunday-school—
“We stopped tho ear aljout half a
mile from Old Man Garrett’s liouse, but
in plain sight, and got out, leaving the
taxi-driver in the car, We wont on
into tho woodB, and ran up on o big
still before wo wore ronlly looking to
ibid it. Wo divided and Jackson wont
on one side, and Causey on tho other,
and I advanced in tho middle, and wo
bagged the crew—a white man and two
negroes. It was a big still; 300 gallons.
There was 3,000 gallons of ‘boor’ and
four gallons of whiskey and 64 fer
menters. There were guns—shot guns—
at tho place, Wo destroyed tho outfit
ami took tho prisoners nnd tho guns and
went back to , where wo .had left tho
car.’’
So far, this was merely a dVvortlng
narrative of the ‘ ‘ raid; ’ ’ tho kind that
tho prohibition officers—formerly tho
“ rovonooors ’ ’—put on nearly every day,
Yu parts of our grand old commonwealth
removed from the bright lights of Peach
tree, winch at titfiosj are doubled by the
diplobia or double-vision resulting from
tho internal application, of tho product
of these manufttctoiYoB. It was inter
esting enough, but I didn’t know what
tho elderly man was jjalking about, ex
cept that it was a raid. Now, then—
“The car was gone when we got back.
We could see-it, up by old man Gar
rett'a house. The drivor saw us and
started driving back towards us. Two
men came running after tho car, carry
ing guns; another was following at a
instance. Tho car reached us first. Wo
made the prisoners get in. Then the two
men came up. The third had disap
peared. ’ ’
This was beginning to get interesting.
I scented a scrap. Still without realiz-
'ing what was coming, I could feel my
scalp beginning to prickle. What was
the man going to say next?
“I "was standing by tho front of tho
car. Causey was next and Jackson at
tho rear. The two men coming up were
Johnny Garrett and Napoleon Garrett.
Johnny held a big, old-fashioned rifle
and a revolver. He stopped in front of
Jackson. Napoleon camo toward mo.
He was holding a double-barreled Bhot
gun, aimed straVght at my stomach.
“Napoleon Garrett said to me: ‘Step
over hero. I want to talk to you.
Ho had tho drop on me. I walked over
where he indicated. He then said
‘Damn you—don’t come too close.’ I
was just Baying that wo could talk with
out guns being pointed whon there came
a pistol Bhot from where Jackson and
Johiiny Garrett were standing, and then
another and another.
“I looked around. Jackson and Gar
rett were close together. They seemed
to be holifing each other, each using ono
hand. With the other , hand each was
pumping revoivor shots into the other’s
body. There was a smile on Jackson’s
face, i’ho other Garrett had his gun
shoved against my stomach. Causey
could not fire at tho other Garrett be
cause Jackson was between them. Na
poleon Garrett swung his gun away from
me and shot Jackson, point-blank. The
blast of the gun seemed to knock him
over. As he fell, Causey opened on John
ny Garrett with a pumpgun, and I
reached for the nearest gun we had ta
ken at the .still, leaning aga'mst the car,
and shot Napoleon Garrett. He went
down on his face, moaning and blub
bering. At the same time Johnny Gar
rett fell,- after firing once at Causey.
He was shot almost to pieces with 45-
caliber bullets from Jackson’s revolver,
and with buckshot from Causey’s pump-
gun.
“Johnny Garrett was dead. We be-
fieved Napoleon Garrett was dying right
there. As I turned him over to take
.the gun from under him there came
a shot from tho woods. I believed it
was tho third man, who hnd followed
the other#—one of tho Garrott brothers,
I suppose. CnUBoy returnod tho fire.
There were no more shots from tho
woods. Napoleon Gnrrott wns gasping
very weakly. Wo considered him the
Bnmo bb dead, Wo couldn’t handle nil
tho prisoners and take enro of Jackson,
too, and tho white man, Wadsworth, got
away. Wo drove with Jackson to But
ler. I-Io dVed an hour nnd a half after
being shot. His Inst words were: ‘Well,
boys, I stuck with you.’ Ho died with
a smile on his face—lie wns nlwnys smil
ing.”
It soemB I hnd stumbled into a first
hand recital of tho story of tho rnVd
Inst Wednesday on a still in Taylor
county. At tho office of D. J, Gantt,
tho prohibition supervisor, I saw tho
guns—the ritlo carried by Johnnie Gar
rett wns a lug old Swiss Votterlin army
rifle. It was not londod. Through tho
hardwood stock under tho barrel wns the
holo made by a 45-cnllbor bullet from
Mr. Jackson’s revolver. It wns about
whore a man’s loft hand would bo. Thoro
nlso wns tho singlo-hnrroled shotgun with
which the man who told tho story hnd
shot down Napoleon Gnrrott; nnd tho
doublod-bhrrolod gun with which Napole
on had killed Mr. Jackson. I wob told
that Mr. Jackson’b blood covered tho re
volver used by tho other Garrott, nnd that
the shots had sot Mr. Jackson’s cloth;
ing on fire, so close wns tho range.
Tho narrator of this story was E. G.
English, prohibition officer. The officer
killed wns R. W. Jackson. Tho other
officer in tho raid was S. J. Causey.
They know it was going to bo a
rough job,” sand Mr. Gantt. “Tho
Garretts hnd a bad reputation. Tho
local police wero supposed to liolp tho
agents out, but our mon had to go it
alone. I boliove tho Garrets enmo down
to tho car Yntent on ‘getting’ English,
who lives in tho vicinity. Wo havo a
wire this morning that Napoleon Garrott
is expected to rocovor, and is under ar-
roBt. Ho is to bo tnken to a Macon hos
pital today, Vf ho is ablo to lie inovod,
Ho was shot in tho shouldor and breast. ’ ’
In his report to tho national prohi
bition officer at Washington, Mr. Gantt
called attention to tho fact that Jack-
son wns the third agent to bo killed re
cently. He added that his mon might
bo lacking a little in ability to nmko
out literary reports, but that not ono
agent in Georgia had n streak of yollow
in him—that ho was getting long-die
tanco calls from them from ail parts
of the Stato, nBk'ing if tlioy wore needed
to go on a clean-up of tho gang,
I looked over the old, brown weapons,
two of which had sont mon tumbling
in battle, tho other with a bullet holo
through its stock, and I remembered how
tho man with tho pnlo bluo oyos hnd
told in a mattor-of-fact way how Jack-
son and Johnny Garrott had hold each
other and pumped load—at so closo a
rnngo that Jackson’s clothing was on
fire whon ids mates reached him, dying.
And how Jolinfiy Gnrrott had stood up
under at least five bullets from tho 45-
callber service guu, and had fallen only
to tho blast from tho deadly pumpgun.
And how Jackson, with five revoivor bul
lets In him and a charge from the shot
gun, hnd smiled and llvod to toll hie
pais he hail stuck witli them.
Then I camo out into tho common
place, comforting roar of traffic along
Foreyth street, and looked up at tho
towering nnd commonpiaco and comfort
ing Healoy building, and came on back
to the commonpiaco and comforting Jour
nal office, to writo this story. Battle,
murder and sudden death, says tho old
Litany; and blood and iron and man
hood—all concernod with tho stuff tho
bootleggers peddle under the shadows
cast by tho comforting bright lights of
the city. Is it go’ing too strong to say
the stuff is tinged witli a brave man’s
blood?
IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS?
The following oditorlnl npponrod in
tho Now York Sun of Sept. 81, 1807:
“Is thoro a Santa ClmiB? Wo tako
pleasure in answering at once and thus
prominently tho communication below,
expressing at tho same ttmo our grati
fication that its faithful author is num
bered among tho friends of Tho Sim:
“ ‘Dear Editor: I mn 8 yours old,
Some of my littlo frlomls say thoro is
no Santa Glaus. Papa says, ‘If you
see it in Tho Sun it’s so.’ T’leaBO toll
mo tho truth. Is there a Santa Claus?
“‘Virginia O’Hnnnon. 1
‘Virginia, your littlo frloniU aro
wrong. They have boon affected by tho
scepticism of a skeptical ngo. They
think tlmt nothing cun bo which is not
comprehensible by their littlo minds. All
minds, Virginia, whether they bo men’s
or children’s, aro littlo in this groat
univorso of oure. Man Vs a more insect,
an ant, in ids intellect! ns compared with
tho boundless world about him, is meas
ured by tho Intelligence capable of grasp
ing tho wholo of truth and knowledge.
“Yes, Virginia, there is n Santa
Claus. Ho oxists ns certainly ns love
and gonoroslty and devotion exist, and
you know that tlioy abound and give to
our llfo its highest boauty and joy.
Alas I how droary would tho world bo
if thoro was no Snntn Claus. It would
ho as droary ns if thoro wore no Vlr-
glnVnB. Thoro would bo no oliild-ilko
faith, then iio pootry, no roinaneo, to
mako tolornblo this oxlstoneo. Wo would
havo no enjoyment oxcopt In sonso or
Bight, Tho otornnl light with which
childhood fills tho world would bo ex
tinguished.
“Not boliovo in Santa Glaus? You
might ns woll not believe in fairies.
You mgllit got your papa to biro mon
to watch In all tho chimneys on Ohrlst-
mns Evo to catch Santa Glaus; but then
if tlioy did not see Santa Glaus chining
down what would tlmt prove? Nobody
boos Santa Glaus, but tlmt is no sign
thoro is no Santa Ginns. Tho most
rcnl tilings aro Hiobo that neither chil
dren nor mon can see. Did you over
soo fairies dancing on tho lawn? Of
course not. But that is no proof tlioy
aro not thoro. Nobody can coneolvo or
liiingViio all tho wonders tlmt aro unseen
and imsoonblo in tho world,
“You may tonr apart tho baby’s rat-
tlo and soo what inukos tho noise inside,
but thoro iB n voll covering tho iniscun
world which not tho strongest man, nor
ovon tho united strength of fill tho
strongest mon that ovoi- llvod, could tour
apart. Only, faith, fancy, poetry, love,
romance,' can push nsldo tho curtain mill
vlow and picture tho supernatural beauty
anil glory beyond. It is all real I Vir
ginia, in all this world thoro is nothing
else real and abiding.
‘No Santa OlauB? Thank God, lie
llvos, and ho llvos forovor. A thousand
years from now. Virginia—nay, ton tlimiH
ton thousand years from now—lie will
continuo to mako glad tho lioart of child
hood, "
HOW DOCTORS
TREAT COLDS
AND THE FLU
First Stop in Treatment Is a Brisk
Purgative With Oalotabs, the
Purified and Refined Calomel
Tablets that are Nausea-
lsss, Safe and Sure.
Doctors havo found by oxporlonco
that no inodloSno for colds nnd influ
enza can bo dopendod upon for full ef
fectiveness until tho liver is mndo thor
oughly netlvo. That is why tho flrst
stop in. tho treatment Is tho now, nnuson-
losis calomel tablets eallod Galotabs,
which nro froo from tho slokoning and
weakening offoots of-tho old stylo calo
mel. Doctors nlso. point out tho fact
tlmt nn activo livor limy go a long way
towards preventing inflUonza and is ono
of tho most important factors in en
abling tho patient to successfully with
stand nn attack and ward off pnou-
monla.
Ono Calotab on tlio tonguo at bod
time with a swallow of wator—that’s
nil. No salts, no nauBoa nor tho slight
est Interference with your eating, pleas
ure or work. Noxt morning your oold
line vnnlshod, your livor is active, your
system is purifiod, and you aro fooling
ilno, with a hearty nppotito for break
fast. Druggists sell Oalotabs only in
original soalod packages, prloo thirty-
five cents. Your money will bo cheer
fully refunded if you do not find them
doiigbtful.—(Adv.)
OKHESTEBSPIU*
DIAMOND
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WHAT ARE YOUR
CHANCES OF SUCCESS?
Do You Step Out With Snap
And Vigor? Are You Able
To Get Things Done?
DON’T STANl) IN YOUR OWN WAY.
People With Thin, Weak Blood Have
A Hard Time of it. They Should
Take Pepto-Mangan.
Look at the facts of your health) So
much depends on having red blood. If
you stand up in front of your work wVth
half-starved blood in your system you
aro standing in your own way. You
are blocking your own progress.
Thin blood makes you dull. It makes
you pale. You take no enjoyment out
of your work. It is only half as good
as it should be .
You can remedy that condition so
easily. Begin tak’ing tlmt fine tonic,
Pepto-Mangan, today and keep it up for
awfailo. Your blood will become nour
ished. Pepto-Mangan makes red blood
corpuscles. You will get energy and
strong power of resistoiicc. Instead of
standing in your own way, yoji will push
yourself ahead bocausc of greater vital
ity. •
But be »ur6 you get the genuine Pep-
to*Mangan. It ih put up in-both liquid
and tablet form, Ask for "GudeV ;
and be sure that the name is on the
package. Tho tableta or the liquid have
the same medicinal value.
Gold metallic boxeB,
Ribbon. Tako no otubr.
PrumrUt nnd n«k for OIII*
DIAMOND nit AND PII 4 LH, for twcntv^flvo
year# regarded n« Ue»t,8afeat, AJwnya Reliable.
SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS
« EVERYWHERE flSSS.
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Grinding Mill
Boost tho Chamber of Gominorco.
Old newspapers for sale
here at 25c. per hundred.
The Last Minute
That fateful “last minute” before
Christmas is here—are you ready ?
Have you bought those cigars for
him ? Have you selected that elegant
box of Johnston’s candy, or that
perfumery or toilet set for her? Have
you been in to see what we can do
to make loved ones happy in the
Christmas season—without great ex
pense and trouble ?
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And don’t forget! When you are
sitting in your home srpoking some
real cigars, and the head of the
house is nibbling real candy, that
it’s a good time to think of the less
fortunate; and, thinking of them,
’ help to ameliorate their condition—
if you haven’t already done so.
We extend to you our best wishes
for a real and lasting Christmas joy,
for each and all of you, and for your
families.
Je McCalla