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This is the story of the impressions of
a Connecticut Yankee and a Pennsylva
nia Dutchman traveling in Dixie Land,
via a second-hand “tin Elizabeth,bet
ter known in the South as a “John Hen
ry” and in Detroit, Mich., as a “Ford.”
This last name is really not inappropriate,
since owing to the absence of bridges
we were obliged to ford many a stream —
but this is anticipating.
We w'ere designated as “Pathfinders,”
being the forerunners of a financial cam
paign to raise $35,000,000 for the contin
uation and expansion of the War Work
of the Y. M. C. A. We early discov
ered the advantage of traveling for a
well established house whose goods were
thoroughly advertised. We also discov
ered that a better name for us would
have been "Pathloosers” —but again, this
is anticipating.
Our route lay in southeastern Georgia.
We were to cover seven hundred miles,
more or less, visit about thirty towns,
and return to Camp Hancock within two
weeks. One of us had never driven any
thing but a nail, and not over success
fully at that. The other had never
tackled a Ford. But we had a mutual
faith in the Providence that looks out
for fools and drunken men. The latter
we knew we could not be, in a bone-dry
state, and the former we were willing to
become if necessary, for the good of the
cause. Os course, we consulted a map.
Several maps, to be specific. The au
tomobile roads were indicated in green.
This we felt was the most accurate thing
about them. In the upper right hand
corner of the map you will find a little
innocent-looking chart, labeled, “Legend
for Soils.” “Legend” is good. But not
the soils—at leilst for roads. Sections of
the map colored red indicated gray
gravelly lands, granites, gneiss and mica
chists (and scisrps.) “Yellow” indicated
sandy soil. Most of the map covering
our territory is colored yellow.
Three miles before you reach a town a
town a sign informs you that you have
reached the "city” limits and you are
to quicken your speed to eight miles an
hour. This is to show your faith in the
City Fathers who are responsible for the
conditions <jf the streets. It also helps
give the appearance of business and life
in the place. The natives train them
selves to appear blase when strangers ar
rive. But they congregate quickly about
the store or bank, or hotel where you
stop. They are a friendly folk, these
Georgians, and pure American. Also in
their easy-going way they are enterpris
ing.
To bring together half a dozen or so of
the leading citizens, is not a length or dif
ficult task. The “judge” you will gen
erally find in the Court House. The post
master runs the “general store” in spare
moments. The bankers (there are usual
ly two, even in the smaller towns are
easily located. This is the busy season
in the financial world, down South? Cot
ton is selling for almost thirty cents a
pound. Seventy cents is the price for
"Sea Isle,” a long fibre variety, that
grows only in portions of Georgia. Crops
are good. Money is pouring in. The
banks are busy day and night. The col
ored people are buying the more expensive
autos. The other day a darkie whe
could neither read nor write, drew his
check with the aid of the bank clerk for
$1,6Q0, to pay for his new car. He might
have bought a good farm for the money,
and feathered his nest, or perhaps we
ought to say “cottoned” it, but he had
"done set his heart on a car,”
Speaking of the colored race, the north
erner never understands the situation
until he gets below Mason and Dixon’s
line. The labor situation is made diffi
cult by the necessity for black labor in
the cotton fields and the tendency of the
darkie to work for a few days and loaf
until his money is spent. He lacks the
incentive of working for the work’s sake
He is conscienceless in the matter of a
contract, leaving in the midst of a job
sometimes "to get religion,” meaning by
that not putting his religion into' his
work, but having his emotional nature
tickled by a “cyclone” evangelist, (Some
people with white skins have a sub-cutan
eous sympathy for him.)
There has been a general exodus to the
North on the part of colored people in
many sections. The Southerner loves the
negro. Ho understands him and exer
cises remarkable patience, together with
a certain degree of firmness, which se
cures a respect that the average negro
soon loses when he goes North. I believe
the intelligent Southerner is the colored
man's best friend.
But to resume our narrative: We were
speaking of the ’’leading citizens.” These
of course include the school principal
(sometimes commissioner) and the minis
ters. The doctor frequently -owns and
runs the drug store which seems like it
might be stimulating to both trades, but
falls short of being an unlawful mono
poly by omitting the undertaking busi
ness. The local editor ought never be
omitted. He is an encyclopedia of in
formation and classifies the citizens un
der three heads. First-class: Those sub
scribing for his paper and paying for it.
Second-class: Those subscribing but not
paying. Third class and no good: Those
who do not subscribe at all. The ma
jority of citizens seem to be in the sec
ond class.
We found these leading citizens not
only willing to be led together in confer
ence but quick and hearty in their re
sponse to the needs and interests of the
soldier boys. Men of all beliefs unite in
this program of the Y. M. C. A. work in
the camps. It is certainly up to the
“Y” men to make good. The home folks
are counting on us. Personally, 1 feel
that the'little we can do for the boys, and
the relatively small sacrifice that the sec
retaries are making, compared to that
which every soldier makes as a matter of
course, is appreciated far beyond its
deserts. But there is no discounting the
warm-hearted praise which the boys
themselves are giving generously to the
work. People in southeastern Georgia
know of the work and believe in it, and
they hear of it from their own boys in
camp.
Having organized a group to take on
the responsibility for the local financial
campaign, it was our duty to proceed to
the next town. This involved oil, gas,
water, repairs, and a half hour or so of
cranking. Between shifts of the last
named function, it was the duty of the
man recuperating, to study the map. We
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SEEING GEORGIA
By REV. WILLIAM V. BERG
Army Y. M. 0. A., Camp Hancock
TRENCH AND CAMP
learned to apply higher criticism to verbal
directions of natives. Even the docu
mentary evidence required sifting, and we
frequently had to depend on actual ex
perience before coming to the truth. When
not on the road to somewhere we were
often in the road—hub deep; sometimes
in sand. In that event you cut down
branches and strewed them in the way,
in the hope of a triumphal entry or exit.
Sometimes you were in water—black and
to all appearances fathomless.
Once we stalled in the middle of a
pond. In this instance a darkie ap
proached on mule back. When within
hailing distance he was invited to ride
into the rescue. “What, Boss,” was his
reply. “Me put mah feet in dat cole
water! I wus bo’n in de summer time. I
wus. Nothing doing.” Under the cir
cumstances there was nothing for it but
for the “Rev.” to remove shoes and
stockings and wade in. Fortunately he
was born in February. Frequently these
sand pits lead into a* long narrow wooden
bridge over a swamp or stream. Once at
dusk when about half-way across, a wag
on under mule power loomed not ten
feet ahead, seeming to have arisen out
of the mists of the swamp. It is against
mule nature to back, so we had to. We
would have been backing yet but for the
Providence before-mentioned, which
planted a tree between us and a thirty
foot embankment.
It is plain to be .seen that under these
and other difficulties, there should have
been a division of the labor of driving.
The subject for debate often discussed
but never settled between us, was: “Re
solved, That an inexperienced driver suf
fers a greater nervous strain than the
man who rides with him and is under con
tract to offer no suggestions.” I shall
be glad to furnish material for both “pro”
and “con” to Debating Clubs applying
and enclosing stamps. My “pro” ex
perience was on this wise. We had.
been enjoying the novel sensation of a
good road for several miles. It seemed
•like my opportunity to do my bit. To
my tentative proposition, my companion
gave a not 'enthusiastic consent. He care
fully explained the method of starting
and of continuing at varied speeds. We
were supposed to continue to move until
we reached our destination, so the “gentle
art of leaving off” was deferred until
that point should have been reached.
We were proceeding at a fair speed up a
hill, when from out of the tall timbers
by the roadside, a herd of cows started
to cross, not thirty yards ahead. “Stop!”
was the sharp command. “How?” was
the sharper rejoinder. Before, the an
swer could be given, we had executed a
flank movement upon the enemy, and left
her sprawling in the hjghway. When we
did stop, I went back to investigate.
The cow was in the same spot, gazing at
me reproachfully. I wasted no sympathy,
believing in the French Automobile Law
which arrests the party that gets in your
way. What I said to that cow is not to
be repeated to my congregaiton. But the
effect was electric. The bovine jump
ed to her feet and retreated to the bushes.
Oh, yes. we sampled real Southern
cooking. We had “grits” for breakfast,
grits for dinners, grits for super, too.
Nearly everything is fried, and most of it
is certainly tasty. Pork predominates.
You meet piggy on the road, in the street,
and always (cooked) on the table. “Beat
en” biscuit are included in the general
orders for the day issued by all hotel
proprietors. Coffee is very rare in south
east Georgia. They substitute a curious
beverage, mildly resembling coffee in
color, and tasting like nothing else I
ever drank. Corn syrup, if you like mo
lasses, you will enjoy at once, especially
with their delicious hot cakes.
Did you every try chewing a piece of
sugar cane? The native does it with
a neatness and despatch which we could
not begin to imitate. This is the season
for making syrup, and we frequently
smelled the delicious aroma before we
saw the mill in operation, a mule pati
ently plodding his circuitous way, while
the operator feeds the stalks between the
two mill stones that press out the juice
We found the Georgians a most hospit
able and loveable people. One evening,
“Elizabeth” refused to move. The place
she chose was seven miles from the town
we had left, and twelve from our desti
nation. We modestly opened the hood
to examine the intricacies of her organ
ism. We did not wish to pry pruriently,
but careful research revealed nothing the
matter with electrical connections. There
was plenty of gas. Ditto oil. We wat
ered her. We tried priming and then
cranking without priming. Several kind
hearted passersby, offered suggestion and
help. Nothing availed. Night drew on.
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Poems, short articles on
some special phase of camp
life, human interest stories,
jokes, will be accepted.
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Trench and Camp.
No supper—no bed—no telephone. Then I
plodded back through the sand, by the
light of the silvery moon, to the cross
roads store a couple of miles to the rear.
There the stout and good-natured pro
prietor proved the good Samaritan. He
came and had compassion on us, took us
in his own car. to his home and put us
up for the night. On the morrow, when
we departed, he declined to take any
remuneration, but his wife accepted a
small gift to assist a needy family in the
neighborhood.
No better result can come from the
presence of large numbers of men from
the north in these southern camps, than
the mutual acquaintance and under
standing that ripens so soon to friend
ship. We returned to camp before tnid
night of the day scheduled for the com
pletion of the trip.
FATHER NOT WORRIED.
One of the Y. M. C. A. secretaries
at Camp Hancock was gratified a few
days ago when a middle-aged man
came to the counter and asked for
some writing paper.
To the secretary’s surprise, he an
nounced that he had two sons at Camp
Hancock and a son at home too young
for service, but that he would be in
the army fighting for Uncle Sam as
soon as he was old enough.
The secretary observed: “It's a fine
thing for you to have your' boys with
you at Camp Hancock, where you can
keep your eye on them."
The father responded earnestly: “I
don’t have to keep my eye on them.
They go to the Y. M. C. A. every night
and I know they are all right. I see
them every day and so long as they
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WHAT IS CHIROPRACTIC ?
( Ki-ro-prak-tik )
It Is Not Medicine; Not Surgery;
Not Osteopathy.
It is a scientific method of adjusting the
cause of disease without drugs or instruments,
based on a correct knowledge of anatomy, and
especially the nervous system. The Chiro
practic idea is that the cause of disease is in
the person afflicted, and the adjustment in
correcting the wrong that is producing it.
The function of every organ in the body is con
trolled by mental impulses from the brain,
which it transmits through the nerves. Any
impingement of these nerves interfering with
the transmission of mental impulses results in
an abnormal function called disease. This in
terference is produced by subluxated verte
brae pressing upon nerves as they pass out
from the spinal cord. The trained Adjuster is
able to locate the point of obstruction or in
terference, and by means of adjusting the sub
luxated vertebrae corrects the cause, and nor
mal conditions, or health, is the result.
Investigation costs nothing, and means
health and happiness.
LEONARD KNOWLES, D. C.
CHIROPRACTOR
Palmer School Graduate
320 LEONARD BLDG. HOURS—I:3O—S:3O.
Nov. 14, 1917.
continue coming here, I shall not be
worried about my boys.”
We venture to assert that Camp
Hancock can boast of this fact—a
father and two sons in the same camp
—and that few camps in the country
can lay claim to so enviable a dis
tinction.
BAND CONCERTS
Following is the schedule of band
concerts in Augusta for the balance of
the month:
November 13th, 111th Infantry.
November 16th, 1112th Infantry.
November 20th, Third Infantry.
November 23rd, Sixth Infantry.
November 27th, Eighth Infantry.
November 30th, Thirteenth Infantry.
OVER SUBSCRIBED 54 PER CENT.
Americans responded to the call for
a second Liberty Loan by subscribing
$4,617,532,300, an over-subscription of
54 per cent of the $3,000,000,000 asked,
and only $383,000,000 less than the $5,-
000,000,000 maximum fixed by the
treasury.
Tabulations completed after the
close of the nation-wide bond selling
campaign, showed that every federal
reserve district exceedd iets quota and
9,400,000 persons subscribed in the big
war financing operation, which Secre
tary McAdoo described as the greatest
ever attempted by any government.
Half of the over-subscribed sum will
be accepted, making the actual total of
bonds to be issued $3,803,766,150.