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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 (( 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 tee^ protects you. At, your druggist’s, Beers 9 Garage WILL MOVE TO GEARRALD’S OLD GARAGE JAN. 1, 1921 Just across the street from where I am now located. We will continue to give service on all cars. The best equipped shop— And will give the best service. (Beers 9 Garage What about the homeyoiL have promised yourself' build it NOW1 See us for FREE building helps— working plans and cost estimates R. D. COLE MANUFACT URING CO. Newnan, Georgia. . PHONE UB m - II-B3 JACKSON ST. W E can install or repair electrical starting and lighting systems—start your car around here and light up. You can’t always light .out when your lights are out—better see that your lamps, generators and parts are woiking properly. L AUTO movies f /*' sy W.Y BARNES 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. Try The Herald’s classi 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 GRAND 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. KELLY-DUPLEX C CUTT , ElfInd N 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 ? ' v 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