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A Cat Tale.
The little old woman to town would go
To buy her a Sunday gown, did
But a storm came up, and the wind
blow, down;
And And the the little rain old came pouring oh, sad to see!
woman, slie,—
In a terrible fidget and fret was
In a terrible tret was she.
The little old man was cross and cold.
For the chimney smoked, that day.
And never a thing would he do but scold
In the most unmannerly said: way. ‘‘Listen
When the little old woman
to me!” “fiddle-uee
He answered her nothing but
dee!" “fiddle-dee-dee!
No, nothing hut
Then she whacked the puggy-wug dog,
she did,
As sleep on the mat he lay; off and hid,
And the howled puggy-wug dismal dog ran
And in a way, .
For a puggv was he of spirit and pride,
And a slight like that he couldn’t abide,—
He couldn’t, of course, abide.
Then Muffin, the kitten, said, ‘‘Deary me!”
What a state of affairs is this.
I must purr my very best purr, I see.
Since everything' goes amiss! purred and
So Muffin, the kitten, she
purred little old woman slis ,
Till, at last, the
heal'd— heard.
The little old woman she
And she smiled a smile at the little old
man,
And back he smiled again. charming plan
And they both agreed on wind a and rain.
For a walk in the market town
Then, hand in hand, to the
They went to look for the bunday gown,
For the coveted Sunday gown.
Then the chimney drew and the room
S th'e dog and the! cat
And puggy-wug quarrels they quite torgot,)
Their old-time tbe ni
And snuggled up close on puned . ana
While Muffin, the kitten, she
purred, trouble again, I've
And there never was
hc&rd —— heard!
No, never again, I’ve
—Ellen Manly, in St. Nicholas.
Shooting Stars.
Shooting stars are not real stars at
all, but are small bodies which the
earth runs -into and which are made
so hot by friction in the atmosphere
that they are burned up. The real
stars, as those of the dipper, are
very, very far away, so far that no
one knows the distance. They are
bright bodies 'like our sun, but seem
like points of light because they are
so far off. As the earth moves about
the sun, it frequently meets little
bodies. It is moving so fast that
when it strikes them the friction in
the air is very great and usually they
are burned up. They seem like moving
stars, but are really only a few miles
above us in our atmosphere. Some¬
times one is so large that it conies
through the air, without being whol¬
ly burned up, and falls on the ground.
—St. Nicholas.
Rain and Animals.
“Lions, tigers and all the cat tribe
dread rain,” said a Zoo keeper in the
Bron^. “On a rainy day they tear
nervously up and down their cages,
growling and trembling. We usually
give them an extra ration of hot
milk. That puts them to sleep.
Wolves love a gray day of rain. They
are then very cheery. Treacherous
as the wolf is, no keeper need fear
him on a rainy day. He is too happy
to harm a fly. Snakes, too, like the
rain. They perk up wonderfully as
the barometer falls and the damp
makes itself felt in their warm cases
of glass.
“Rain makes monkeys glum. They
are apt from instinct, when they see
it through the window, to clasp their
hands above their heads and sit so
for hours. That attitude, you know,
makes a kind of shelter, It is the
primitive umbrella. So, when it rained,
the naked primitive man and wo¬
man sat gloomily in the primeval
swamps of giant ferns.”—New York
Press.
The Land Boat.
I wonder if this strong wind would
blow me along in my cart, l Willis
thought, one day in March.
The little fellow took his seat in the
express and held up the long tongue.
The wind moved him a little, to be
sure, but it was rather slow.
“I’ll spread an umbrella,” was Wil¬
lis’s next thought.
Whizz-zz-zz! how the cart did go!
Rattle, rattle, rattle! But, alas! bang
it went against a tree. For, you see,
Willis couldn’t hold the umbrella as
it filled with wind, and guide his cart,
too.
“I know! I’ll make a real sail! And
rig it like a boat!” said Willis.
So Willis went to work. First, he
nailed a mast to the middle of the
cart; and to this he fastened his moth¬
’
er’s blue kitchen apron. It was a
funny looking sail to be sure! But
you should have seen the cart go
spinning down the street.
Everybody laughed, and all the
boys wanted to take a ride.
I ■ Is there anything left of my kitch
en apron?” his mother asked, when
he came in to tea.
“Oh, yes,” W’iliis answered. “Not
hurt a’ hit! Only one string off. * >
Then papa and mamma laughed—
Willis couldn’t quite see why; but
the next morning when Willis went
out to get his cart, there it stood with
a' big, white, real canvas sail! for,
you see, papa had cut it o«t for him,
and mamma (to save the other string
of her apron, I suppose!) had sewed
it upon the ropes, so that it could be
raised or reefed.—Primary Education.
Owning Up,
Creak, creak, creak. The door of
the carriage-house swung on its hing¬
es. On top of it sat Robbie. It was
only half a door, so Robbie could sit
on top of it when it was shut. It
was great fun to swing on the door,
almost as much fun as riding on the
merry-go-round.
“Come on and ride,” called Bobbie
to Myrtle, who came out of the house
at that moment with Lucy.
“Maybe grandpa wouldn’t like it, *»
said Myrtle.
"Oh, he won't care.”
I can t sit on alone, 111 fall off,
cried Lucy, as she tried to balance
herself on the narrow top of the door.
“Get up and hold her on, Myrtle,
and I’ll sit on the other side and push,
and we’ll ride together.”
Myrtle climbed up beside Lucy, and
Robbie took bis place on the othei
side -
“All aboard! Here we go! , ’ he
shouted, giving a vigorous shove with
his foot.
The door swung open a little way,
then—rip, rip, crack—its free end
settled ... , to : the ground. , .
“O, its breaking, its breaking,
shrieked Lucy and Myrtle, scrambling
down from the door as last as they
could.
The top hinge had pulled away from
the wood, there could be no mistake
about , , that. Grandpa ~ , wortld , , , be very
angry. Robbie thought of this as he
stood looking at the broken door.
“Let’s go to the wood to play,” he
said.
“Why, Robbie Moore, I’m ashamed
of you! We’ll do nothing of the
kind, we’ll go out to grandpa and ask
him how to fix it,” said Myrtle, indig¬
nantly.
It was a hard task for Robbie to go,
but he marched off with the girls, and
before they reached the field he said
he would tell grandpa himself.
Grandpa didn’t scold very hard
when he saw how sorry the children
were.
“We’d like to pay for fixing it,” said
Robbie, who was surprised to find
how much*pleasanter it was to face
trouble than to run away from it.
“Well, I don’t know just what I
can give you to do,’ ( replied grandpa,
at Robbie’s unusual thoughtfulness,
“perhaps you can pull a few weeds in
the garden.”
When dinner time came three tired
but very happy children washed their
hands in the tin basin on the back
porch.
Owning up is better than running
away.—The Little Chronicle.
The White Giant.
One afternoon, about 150 years ago,
a boy was sitting in his grandmoth¬
er’s kitchen apparently dreaming, but
in reality he was holding a very re¬
markable conversation with—a white
giant.
Now you wonder why a giant
should be in a plain little Scottish
kitchen, and you will be still more
surprised to learn that this giani
could make himself invisible, and
when in that state lived in a tea ket¬
tle. The little boy’s name was
James, and James used to sit by the
fire—and think. For you must know
he was a thoughtful lad. One day
he noticed the lid of the tea kettle
rising and falling in an agitated way,
and coming, as James did, of a super¬
stitious race, he thought that some
great force was imprisoned in this
kettle, and struggled to get out.
“Who are you in here, and what
do you want?” he said, addressing the
kettle.
“Space, freedom and something to
do. I am a great giant that wants
room to work and be free.”
“What kind of work can you do?”
“I will carry your ships, draw your
cars and lift your weights. I will
plow your fields, sow your grain and
thresh the harvests. I will hew away
mountains and build up roads. I will
turn the wheels of your factories; in
short, if your brain will direct, I will
be a faithful servant, ready to fulfill
your commands.
James rubbed his eyes. “And I
dreaming?” he said, aloud; but no,
there was the steam in the kettle
struggling to get out. He jumped up,
raised the lid, and out came a mon¬
ster giant, with white beard and hair,
and muscles strong enough to do all
he had promised the boy.
Grandma came in and, tapping
James’s cheek, she cried:
“Have you nothing to do all day
but tilt the cover of that kettle? Go
about your tasks and be something in
the world.
“Oh, Grandma, ■ said James. a I 1
have been doing a thousand days’
work sitting here by the fireside!
“You are an idle dreamer, son!
Nevertheless, James’s dream came
to more use than many a grown man’s
work, because he had the faculty of
thinking , , to , a purpose and j , in the ,
many talks he had with the friendly
old white giant he learned the secrets
0 f his power. Do you know who the
lad James was? And what the white
giant was?
. James Watt, born in Scotland, Jan
u ary 19, 1736.-— Philadelphia Ledger.
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INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM¬
MENTS FOR JUNE 14.
Subject: Tbo Risen Christ by the Son
of Galilee, John 121:1-25—Gold
on Text, Matt. 28120—Commit
Verse 15—Commentary.
TIME. May, A. H. 30. PLACE.
The shores of Galilee.
EXPOSITION. I. Lovest thou
The twenty-first chapter
o{ j ohn jf , an a pp en( jix to the gospel,
The gospel naturally ends at 20:31.
This appendix is evidently also
John, with the possible exception
verses 24 and 25. The disciples had
gone into Galilee because .Tesus had
2 8^™ Mk“u”7-1OL
seven of the apostolic company
ent at this appearance of Christ (v.
2). Thomas was one of the number,
Peter was the leader. Peter
Rested that they go a fishing,
Some have thought that this
a temporary desertion of his call
on Peters part. This is pure fancy,
Secular occupations are not inconsist
ent with a true devotion to the work
0 f prophet, apostle or minister (2 K.
6:1-7; Acts 18:3; 20:341. It is well
to be honestly busy while
! £ r eat events. revelations God to often those grants who
s ? e l al are
at the poiit ‘ ot secular duty (Luke
2 “ . eminglV g . M att approvedYf 4 * 18.20 21) Jesus
E e this fishing
cursion, at all events He took a hand
in it (v. 6). Jesus disclosed Himself
to the disciples as at their first, call
of four of them by a miraculous draft
of fishes (Luke 5:5-11). Jesus did
not come to their help until they had
come to end of themselves and
own resources, having toiled long and
wearily and fruitlessly. As day
they saw Jesus standing on the beach.
In Jesus standing on the beach
ing for His weary disciples out on
sea to bring their fish ashore we
see a picture of Jesus standing on
beach beyond the sea of life
for us to bring ashore the fish
have caught. Alas! that so few
us are heavily freighted as were
disciples. Before Jesus came to
help of His disciples He drew out
them a confession of their own
failure (vs. 3, 4). Everything
the story bears the marks of its
ineness and truth. The actions
ed to Peter and John are
natural and highly characteristic.
story if fictitious would never
mentioned that the disciples for
time were not clear that it was Jesus,
When breakfast is over Jesus
cially addresses Himself to Peter.
was the one who especially
first to be searched and then
i aged and commissioned. He
j mon; Peter by for his He weak is about natural to recall name
J failure, in which he had not
] at all as Peter (Man of Rock).
first question brings up Peter’s
confident boasting and sad fall,
est thou Me more than these? r /
ter had boasted that though all
rest were offended he would not
that he would stand by his Lord
unto death (Matt. 26:33-35)
had thought that his love
that of all the rest of the
Jesus asks him if he still thinks
his sad denial that he loves
than these.” Peter did not say
loved Jesus more than the
did; he had learned humility. But
his love he has no doubt and is
ing to appeal to Jesus’ own
edge of him, “Thou knowest that
love Thee, I > Are we so confident
our love to Jesus? Can we say
Jesus, “Thou knowest that I
Thee? > j True love to Christ is
by obedience (Jno. 14:15-21,
Jesus accepted Peter’s profession
his love and on its basis
sioned him, “feed My lambs,
will set only the one who loves
to feeding the lambs, and the way
show that we really do love Him
by feeding His lambs. The lambs
the young of the flock. A
first duty and a Christian’s first
is to feed them. The word of God
the food togivethem. What
forgiveness and compassion on
part to set faithless Peter at this
rious work. He asks the same
tion a second time, leaving out
more than these,” and gets the
reply. He gives another commis
sion, “Tend My sheep.” Love to
is the condition of tending His
To “tend” is more than feed, it is
the work of shepherding. Now
alters His question and uses the
word for love that Peter had
I. Simon, son of John, do you have
fection for Me? »> The thrice
question is such a manifest
gentle reference to the threefold
nial that Peter Is grieved at the
gestion of a doubt by the Saviour
his love, and he bursts out with ail
his soul, “Lord, Thou knowest all
things. Thou knowest that I love
Thee.” Jesus is satisfied, “feed
I sheep.”
II. Follow Me, 10-22, A
j of Peter’s have crucifixion again the follows. opportunity
l will
proving that he is ready to die for
; Christ, and this time he will not fail.
I This might seem like painful
mation to Peter, but under the
cumstances it must have been highly
gratifying. His death should
[ ify God ’” T hen c ° m f t*® final * nd
best commission . . of all, 7 “follow Me.
The following was to be very literal,
right to the cross (cf. Matt. 16:24; 2
Ti. 3 : 12 ). Peter never forgot this
conversation (1 Pet. 5:2-4; 2 Pet.
1:14).
Unsatisfactory Work.
• It’s hard work fattening the soul
on » weekly sermon sandwich.
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Advising is a great deal easier than
I *- Viping.
Chinese to Save Forests.
The Chinese are saving their for¬
ests. The almost worldwide movement
to protect and establish forests has
reached (he Celestial Empire, and the
first Chinese school of forestry short¬
ly will be opened in Mukden.
Tha Chinese realm sometimes is
pointed out as the worst example
among modern nations of forest de¬
struction. The floods which periodic¬
ally are poured down from the denud¬
ed mountains are destructive beyond
comparison with those of any other
country, and the want of forests i3
assigned as the chief cause,
'Wood is scarcer in China than in
almost any other Inhabited region
of the world, although the country
Is well adapted to the growing of
trees. In the establishment of a for¬
est school the Chinese Government
gives evidence that it realizes the
need of beginning its reforestation in
a scientific manner.—From the Chi¬
cago Tribune.
Girl Telegraphers in India.
Acting upon the recommendation
of the telegraph committee, the In¬
dian government has just authorized
the employment of women operators.
The candidates must be between eigh¬
teen and thirty years of age, and they
must undergo a training of twelve
months in the telegraph training
classes, during which time they will
receive $6.65 a month, the same al
lowance that is drawn by male learn
ers. Selected candidates on leaving
the training classes will be on proba¬
tion for one year, tion appointment
they will receive’ salaries varying
from $10 to $26.65, which are very
large upon the scale of living ex¬
penses in India, There will be <pen
sions, with no liability to transfer;
but resignation will be compulsory in
t he event of marriage.—Harper’s
Weekly.
Attacked By Beeg.
Rarely has a human being been in
a more painful predicament than that
in which a young man named Trun
kett found himself recently.
While robbing a bee hive which was
built in the fork of a tree forty feet
from the ground in Wangaretta, Aus¬
tralia, Trunkett who was minus his
hat, coat and boots, was completely
smothered by the enraged insects.
For ten minutes he remained thus,
unable to help himself, until some
friends saw his plight and by means
of a rope hoistered up to him a bag.
With this the unhappy yiCjm then"wrap” fc? at
some of the insects off, and
ping it round his head slid down the
rope to the ground, where lie fainted.
For half an hour he remained uncon¬
scious during, which time his friends
by vigorously rubbing whiskey into
his skin succeeded in drawing most
of the poison from his stings, which
amounted to several hundreds.
Leech a Weather Prophet
A leech confined in a vial of water
will prove an excellent weather pro¬
phet. V
If ithe weather is to continue fine
the leech lies motionless at the bot¬
tom of the vial and rolled together
In a spiral form.
If It is to rain, either before or
after neon, it js found to have crept
up to' "the Top of iis lodging, and
there it remains till the weather is
settled.
If we are to have wind, the poor
prisoner gallops through his limpid
habitation with amazing swiftness,
and seldom rests till it begins to
blow hard.—Scotsman.
The century is young; the world
also is young, as worlds go; and our
country, compared with many, is very
young. Exaggeration is one of the
faults to which youth is peculiarly
subject—and from which age is not
wholly free, philosophises The Dial.
To be an artist—in words, in color,
with the chisel, on the stage, or in
whatever medium—and not to exag¬
gerate, sometimes and to some ex¬
tent, might fairly be considered an
Impossibility.
A Boston woman who has just cel¬
ebrated her golden amiiv usary as a.
cook boasts of having made and bak¬
ed 394,000 pies, 2,000,000 doughnum
and something more than 1,50X1,000
puddings, besides a raultitutde of ‘oth¬
er dainties and no and of baked
beans.
An incandescent lamp in its green
shade will, when turned upward to¬
ward the celling, spread a soft and
pleasantly diffused light, plenty strong
enough for a room where no one is
reading. When the lamp is so used
no shade are cast.
New Yc still ha a bread line and
ms to be proud of K.