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THE JOURNALIST.
Wlint is a hero, in this modern ace?
¥ he o longer mighty crowned warriors autocrats that old are Homer lungs sines - ,
Are dead—or live but in ins deathless page.
The This is no time of for dream prophet, vainly seer or brines— sage;
tribute a art
For souls in thrall to earth’s material things
No oracle or idler can engage.
The hero who of the conquest oi to-day flies—
Is he grasps the moment as it
The arbiter through strife and failure wise,
Theknight Protagonist who of all life's the moving wild barbaric play— Real
curbs
Ami breaks it tn the tight for the Ideal.
—Henry Tyrrell, Edition. in the World's Anni¬
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READING ALOUD
The Ittie Bittie Ting Went
to Teep When He Yead
to Her.
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“I grieve to think it,” he mused,
*« but she siire hasn’t got much of
a
hunch for starry atmosphere and
things."
It was wflth reference to the wife
of his bosom that the man gave men¬
tal expression to this little hunk of
musing. She lay in bed sleeping
peacefully. He sat in a rocker beside
the bed. With his thumb between
the pages where he had left off read¬
ing, the volume lay idly in his lap.
The volume was by Keats. He had
been reading the “Ode to a Nightin¬
gale” to her. It needs not to be said
that his position was indefensible.
Of course she had gone to sleep. Any
properly organized woman of healthy
mind and bpdy, after a day’s work—
shopping and such—is bound to re¬
lapse into slumber if, after her regu¬
lar hour for slumbering has arrived,
Keats be droned at her—even if the
droner be the overlord of the fief, the
main noise of the works. Of course
she had gone to sleep.
The “Nightingale” ode is a good
thing for the man who thinks he
knows how to read aloud—and Allah
alone know3 how many men of this
kind there be who impose the “Night¬
ingale” and "sich” upon their de¬
voted wives after taps has sounded
and the lights should be doused.
Therefore, in spite of her heroic
effort, when he had finally reached
all that about Ruth standing amid
the alien oorn, and so on, this de¬
voted wife kimply could not help it.
To her the room became a croon¬
ing sea, illumined by soft lavender
lights, and she was lifted on board
her barque and wafted out upon the
sea—which; is rather a space-grab¬
bing way of saying that she just went
to Jier sleep.
jk husband, his voice somewhat
choked and muffled by what he con¬
sidered the effectiveness and beauty
of his rendering of the lines, arrived
at the finish of the nightingale thing
with a flourish, and looked up from
the page for tumultous applause, not
to say yaeiferous cheers. If he didn’t
expect'these things why, any way, he
sure expected to find her dissolved in
tears. Instead, as stated about three
times previously, he found her sleep¬
ing, and, sad to say, sleeping with her
mouth wid6 open, at that.
It was at this juncture that he
mentally delivered himself of the lit¬
tle ful story. miiEe whipb starts off this truth¬
“No appreciation of, no love for,
the beautiful things in life and story
and verse M
And plenty of other tommyrot like
this did this man ebon into a mental
bash with which to feed hi$ belief
that he was abused. Yet for many
nights he had thus been using up her
beauty sleep with his prolonged dro¬
nings from the “Idylls of the King”
and “Childe Harold" and such. And
this was the first, time she had fallen
asleep under the infliction.
Now (maybe this is not generally
known) a man can be a clip and still
love the sound of his own voice ren¬
dering “Thanatopsis" and things.
Which is why this particular man,
regarded with an abused expression
his deep-sleeping wife, gave a sudden
start, and why an expression of craft
crept into his eyes.
• « Blamed if it isn’t a bully scheme! i»
he mused—kind of an explosive muse
this time.
He rose softly from the rocker,
tiptoed over to the chandelier, turned
out the lights, all but one, and that
ho turned very low. Then he sneaked
down stairs. Then he softly picked
his coat and hat from the rack and
went down town, where he met the
old gang, and played billiards with
'em and told funny stories with ’em,
and just clipped around scandalous.
He got home after the middle of the
night, and found his unsuspicious
spouse still a-slumbering. When he
slipped into bed he murmured unto
himself, “Well, if this isn’t the
warmest gag I’ve framed up since I
got spliced, show muh—show muh. »i
At the breakfast table on the fol¬
lowing morning she said to him:
"Why, Jackie, I really must have
gone to sleep while you were reading
to me last night. How stupid of me!”
“Stupid? Not stupid at all!” said
he. “That’s what I read to you for,
my dear — to read you to sleep,
y’kDow. Want you to go to sleep
every night when I read to you. Him
Ikes to tee him ittie bittie ting go to
teep when he yeeds to it,” etc., etc.,
etc.—you can Just fill in the rest of
that conology to suit.
/‘Why, do you, really?” said she.
“How perfectly nice of you! I
thought I really had to remain awake.
Not that I don’t intensely enjoy your
reading—but I do get sleepy some¬
times. And you don't mind my going
to sleep, then?”
Sure he didn’t. He’d be an unrea¬
sonable brute if he did mind. Surest
thing she knew.
The gag went with a whirl that
same night, and for about two weeks
n |gjjts thereafter He’d read to
her for about half an hour or so, and
then he'd say to her, “Now, here, my
dear, is a dreamy, sleepy old part,
and you just want to close your eyes
while I read it and go drifting off to
the ittie wittie land of nod,” etc. And
because women are just born unsus¬
picious—some women—she’d go to
sleep every time. Then, as p.er pro¬
gram, he’d douse ail the lights but
one and turn that low, and go down
town and foregather with the gang,
and, miraculously enough, never onee
did she awaken when he sneaked *to
and went to bed. Of course she
finally noticed that he was beginning
to look some rocky at the breakfast
table, and that he didn't care to par¬
take of much at that meal, except as
to the coffee part of it, and she wor¬
ried considerably as to the state of
his health. But she didn’t catch on.
"Never caught on at all,” said the
brute, in laying bare his infamy to
one of his pals the other day, “until
last Wednesday night. Then she
nailed me on the home plate. I
thought she had me out at first, but
she didn’t finish the play. Y'see, af¬
ter reading her to sleep I was sneak¬
ing over to turn down the light when
she shifted a bit, and her eyes half
opened, and she asked me why I
wasn’t in bed. Told her I was just
about to come to bed. Then I fooled
and fiddled about a bit, and she
turned over and I thought she went
to sleep again, dogged if I didn’t. But
she didn't go to sleep then at all.
When I got home at about 1.30—um
veh, stepping a leetle high—she lay
there wide awake and cheerful.
ii < Have a nice time, Jack?’ says
she, smiley like.
"Knew it was all up then. Didn’t
make any confessions. Wasn’t neces¬
sary. She was next, and I was next
that she was next.
4 t I Does him ike to have ittie bittie
ting go to teep when he yeeds to her?’
she asked me, just like that, and me
—I wasn’t sayin’ a word, bo. Not a
wud. I turned in and went to sleep.
She hasn’t mentioned it since.
“But I guess maybe that reading
aloud thing hasn’t been panned up at
our place or nothin'—oh, no, I guess
it hasn’t!”—Washington Star.
The Bundle of Sticks.
By ELLIS O. JONES.
The old man called his son to him
to explain the mysteries of business.
“My son,” said he, “you have fin¬
ished college and you must now make
a show at least of getting busy. Let
me explain to you a few fundamen¬
tals. Here I have a bundle of sticks.
See if you can break them.”
The young man had been absent
from school with appendicitis at the
time? his class read the old story of
the bundle of sticks, and so he was
not next, He tried and tried to
break the sticks, but could not.
“See how easy it is,” said the old
man, taking the sticks, cutting the
cord and breaking them one by one.
“Gee, that’s a bum joke.” said the
young man, as he puffed his cigarette
and tried to look interested.
“It’s no joke,” said the old man.
It is a parable. The bundle of sticks
taken together represent organiza¬
tion. which is very desirable in the
case of capital. If, however, we look
upon the sticks as representing
bor, it is criminal and immoral for
them to be tied together. They would
then represent a union. Always keep
your capital sticks tied together and
your labor sticks separate."
“I should think what s sauce
the goose is sauce for the gander, »•
said the son. whose point of view
was still blunt.
“It depends on how big a
you are,” replied the old man.—
From Life,
Dependence on England.
Old-time American journalism
casionally makes better reading than
the new. Witness the first issue
the Universal Instructor in all
and Sciences and Pennsylvania
zette, published in 1829. We
little news of consequence, the
lish prints being stuffed with
beries, cheats, murders,
promotion of some and hanging
others; nor can we expect much
ter till vessels arrive in the
when we hope to inform our
what has been doing in the court
cabinet in the Parliament house,
well as the sessions house. In
meantime we hope our readers
be content with what we can
’em, which, if it does ’em no
shall do 'em ro
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GARDEN SOUNDS.
I love to hear the bluebells chime,
And little cowslips moo.
Of tiger lilies roaring I’m
A constant lover, too.
But best of all the garden sounds
To which I love to hark,
Is when at eve I go my rounds
The Johnny-jum-pups bark.
—Carlyle Smith, in Harper’s Weekly.
A PRELIMINARY REQUIREMENT.
Tom—“Why don’t you get a new
spring suit?”
Dick—“I can’t find a new tailor.”
—Somerville Journal.
A SPORTING EVENT.
Mrs. Peck—“Henry, do you see
anything in the paper about Blinker
running over his mother-in-law?”
Mr. Pack—“Not yet. I haven’t
come to the sporting news. ’’—Puck.
THE SPRING DELUGE.
«< I had a delightful talk with the
Governor of the State.
“Enjoyed it, eh?"
“Yes; he didn’t want to sell me a
ticket for anything." — Washington
Herald.
NOT UP TO DATE.
“Wasn’t their divorce a shocking
affair?” said Mrs. Feathergilt.
“Inexcusable,” answered Mrs.
Smartsett. “They both had the most
unfashionable lawyers they could
find.”—Philadelphia Press.
KNEW WHAT WAS COMING.
“I have often marvelled at your
brilliancy, your aptness at repartee,
your—”
“If it’s more than $5, old man, I
can’t do a thing for you. I’m nearly
broke myself.”—Houston Post.
CHUMS.
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The Tall One—“When I was your
size I was just sweetly pretty. > 1
The Short One—“What a pity you
grew up!”—In the New York Tele¬
gram.
THE WILY AGENT.
“How do you succeed in insuring
so many people?”
“I look them over, and then I look
doubtful, and offer to bet them a dol¬
lar that in their present state their
application for insurance would be re¬
jected.”-—Houston Post.
NOTHING DOING.
t I I tell you I must have some
money: < • * roared the King of Mari
tana, who was in sore financial straits.
“Somebody will have to cough up. >i
“Alas’” sighed the guardian of the
treasury, who was formerly court
jester, “all our coffers are empty.”—
Judge.
THE TRUTH OF IT.
You can’t buy happiness,” ex¬
claimed the sentimentalist.
“No,” answered the man who is
sternly practical. “You can’t buy
happiness. And at the same time
that fact doesn't imply that your com¬
fort is enhanced by being broke.”—
Washington Star.
MOVED BY CURIOSITY.
“What are you going out before
the curtain again for?” demanded the
stage manager, clutching the arm of
the new vaudeville artist, w - ho had
just made a dismal failure.
"Somebody's clapped,” blurted the
actor, “and I want to find out who it
was.”—The Circle.
DUBIOUS PRAISE.
“Grey, the art critic, came along
just as I was looking at your new
painting.”
“You mean ray ‘At Work in the
Fields.’ And what did Grey think of
it?"
“Commended its realism highly.
Said even to look at it made him
tired.”—Eoston Transcript.
* ANTHOINES’ MACHINE WORKS *
We have put in the latest
improved
k f A f Turning & Block Machine
* * and are fitted up to get out
\ f round, square and octagon
Balusters, Porch Spindles,
L‘- Base and Corner Blocks.
We also have a first-class
/> Wood Lathe for all kinds of
s'
hand turning.
bit?] t? m We prepared
' f'. I are to get out all
kinds of Dressed Lumber for
-- •» buildings. Rough and Dress¬
* •m 3 IS;,! ed Lumber, Flooring, Ceiling
m and Shingles on hand at all
a* times.
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Don’t forget that we are still in
! 1 the Repair Business of Engines,
Boilers and other Machinery.
ANTHOINE S MACHINE WORKS.
Fort Valley, Ga.
Everything to Build With.
We have recently purchased the Harris Manufacturing
Company’s lumber plant and stock and will devote our
exclusive attention to the builders supply busines in the
future.
Our very complete stock includes
Brick, Lime, Sand, Cement, Fiber Wall Plaster, Paris
Plaster, Laths, Framing—rough or sized to order;
Weatherboarding—several grades; Sheeting, Shingles,
Prepared Roofing, Kiln Dried Flooring and Ceiling, the
kind that don’t crack open—several grades; Doors—
plain, and fancy glass front doors; Sash and Blinds—
in usual sizes; Window Cords, Weights and Pulleys;
Mantels, Columns, Balusters, Brackets, Mouldings,
Wainscoting, Corner and Plinth Blocks; Turned and
Sawed Work Made to Order; Door and Window
Frames; Sherwin-Williams Paint, Oils and Varnishes;
Guaranteed Roof Paint.
IN FACT
Everything to Build Ulitb.
Bring us a list of the material that you want, or a plan of
the house you anticipate building, and let us convince you
that our prices are right.
Fort Valley Lumber Company.
SAM LOO,
F1RST CLASS LAUNDRY
FORT VALLEY, GA.
PRICE LIST.
Shirts, plain.............. 10c
Shirts, plain or puffed with
collar............. J21-2c
Suits cleaned....... 50 & Si
Pants pressed........ 9 g c
Collars............... 21-2
Capes, collar or fancy 5c
Cuffs each per pair DC
Chemise........... 10c
Drawers........... 5c
Undershirts....... 5c
Socks, per pair ... 5c
Handkerchiefs...... 2 1-2
Handkerchiefs, silk 5c
Shirts, night, plain. 10c
Coats............. .. .15 to 25c
Vests............ . ..15to20c
Pants............ .. .25 to35c
Towels........... 2 1-2 to 5c
Table cloths...... ... 10 to 25
Sheets............ ......7 1-2
Pillow cases, plain. .......5c
Napkins.......... ......2 l-2c
Bed spreads..... ..15 to 25c
Blankets......... ..25 to 50c
Lace Curtains..... ... 20 to 25c
Ladies’ shirt waist .. .15 to 25c
Skirts........... . .22 to 35c
Missing Will in Old Book.
A curious story of a missing will
comes from Paris.
In 190G M. Frossard, director of
the Mont de Piete at Dijon, a bache¬
lor, died without heirs, leaving a
fortune of about 100,000 francs. Ho
had previously announced to his inti¬
mates that he intended to remember
them in his will, but on his death
no will could be found. The for¬
tune then went to three distant rela¬
tives.
During the last few days a Ger
man book collector passing through
Dijon bought a lot of old books which
had formerly belonged to M. Fros¬
sard. In one of them the collector
came across the lost will, in which
one of the oldest friends of the dead
man was appointed residuary legatee.
The collector sent the will to this
gentleman, and the aid of the French
courts will now be invoked to dis¬
tribute the property in terms of the
will.—London Globe.
Somehow the things we want never
appeal to us much after we get them.
W. H. HAFER,
DENT/ST ,
I Fort Valley, Georgia
{ Office over First National Bank.
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C. Z. McArthur,
Dentist
FORT VALLEY, GA.
j Office over Slappey’s Drug Store.
*
A. C. RILEY,
ATTORNEY-AT t LAW,
WRIGHT BUILDING,
Fort Valley, Ga.
Practice in all the courts. Money
loaned. Titles abstracted.
fire $ Cife Insurance
J\. D. Skellie
Office Phone No. 54.
FORT VALLEY, GA.
C. L. SHEPARD,
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW,
Fort Valley, Ga.
Office Over First National Bank.
rONSORIAL ARTIST
For anything in the tonsoriai lin®
don’t fail to call on
WILLIAMS
Next Door to Post Office.
Experienced workmen and conrteona afc
tention to alL Everything np-to-d®^
______,
OKLAHOMA ELECTION LIGHT.
McGuire Seems to Have Been Named
For Congress.
Guthrie, Okla —The vote polled at
the primary election in Oklahoma
was light. Thomas P.
United States Senator
Gore, Democrat, and Dennis T. Flynn.
Republican, had no opposition for
nomination for United States Senator.
Congressman Bird S McGuire, m
Pawnee, seems tc nave been success
f ul.
Enough rice has been wasted on
newly wed couples to furnish pud
dings for an army.