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THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every I^over of the National (iame. $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie” x rOV read tha first slavsn installment* of the rr^st baseball mvsterv Y story of "Ths Triple Tie" and now you have a fair idea of the simplicity of the ofTer The Georgian make# -how you may win SUM) by work In g out the solution of the mystery a« nearly as its au thor, A. H C. Mitchell, has done as you can. Mr Mitchell has written the ;aet chapter, but hi* copy i* sealed tip 1n a vault at the American National Bank. When all Hut this final chapter ha.* been printed, The Georgian readera will be asked to submit to three competent Judges, none of them connected with this newspaper, their version of what the grand denouement should be. To tha person who moat olosely approximates Mr. Mitch ell’s final chapter $100 will be awarded. Other prizes, making the total prize list $250, also will be distributed. Here is the list of the awards: No. 1 $100 No. 2 $5C No. 3 $25 No. 4 $16 Noe. 5 to 16, each 5 Read the twelfth Installment of the great mystery story and you will not need to be urged to read the succeeding chapters. The story will grip you. As you read, try to follow the author’s channel of thought and when the time comes for you to sit down and write that final ohapter, be ready to win one of the big cash prizes in The Georgian's great offer. • By A H C. MITCHELL. Copyright, 1®18. by International News Service. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Kelly he-d to stand no end of good nature* "Joshing” at the hands of his teammates, but this didn’t trouble hton at all. It wae tha outside public that worried him. and he finally went to Bill Bnrtfh with his tale of woe. The manager only grinned. "Don’t pay any attention to 'em. kid.” he advised "The baseball pub lic is mighty fickle. A* long ns you deliver the goods you will he a regu lar tin god. but when you lose your grip they’ll forget you quick enough.” "That's Just It,” exclaimed Kelly; I haven’t even made good. I may fall down hard and make a fool of my self in a real game of ball Every body Is calling me a wonder and I don't even know myself whether I’m any good or whether I’m only a counterfeit.” "That’s all right, kid. Ill take a chance on your making good. Just stick around and do the best you car, and don't get a swelled head." “Nothing Doing on Kelly.’’ Smith, for the past few days, had been receiving an average of a doz en telegnams a day from managers of other clubs asking if he cared to dispose of Gordon Kelly. To all these Smith replied: "Nothing doing on Kelly." As he had predicted to Pres ident Callaway, he could have sold the recruit to any on* of a hundred other clubs. But Smith himself saw the makings of a baseball star In Kelly and he proposed to hang on to him until he had proved himself to be « star or had "blown up,” os the saying is Newspapers are able to make and unmake a lot of tilings They had “made" Gordon Kelly 1n the twink ling of an eye. The peculiar condi tions surrounding his brief baseball career made him a fine subject for exploitation. The public had eagerly read every line printed about him. Things had reached a stage where Kelly felt that he either had to make good or Jump in the river with a grindstone tied around his neck. Smith had seen enough of ills pro tege to know that as a fielder he would make good in any kind of company. Never in his long career «<s a ball player and manager of ball players had he ever seen Kelly’s equal as an outfielder. No hall seemed too difficult for him to get. No rly seemed able to get away from him. His marvellous speed enabled him to cover more ground than two ordina ry outfielders. It was only at hat that Smith* had any doubts n» to Kelly’s ability. He wondered how the re cruit would fare against the best of the Southern League pitchers Atch ison Demaree, Wagner. West. P'ox- en. Boyd, Merrlt, Caret, Smith, Sum mers. Case, Campbell and Parsons— of such of them as had not grad uated to the major league clubs of the North. There Is a bafieball maxim that “you can’t teach a man to hit." Smith Famous Mineral Spring Outdoor Gymnasium. Atlanta Phone 5R5B-A. Magee's Physical Culture Health Home CASCADE SPRINGS Prof. F. B. MAGEE. Former Physical Director of T. M. C. A., Proprietor, R. F. D. No. 1, Atlanta. G» Cottages. Camping Privileges and Pavilion for Privat' Parties For Rent. 5V2 mile* from center of City, 21^ miles from White hall West End ear line. For Rates Drop Me a Card. therefor* made no effort to change Kelly’s style of pose at the plate, lie did, however, caution his protege to "wait till you get a good one." and "don’t hit at any bad one*" and gave him other instructions of a simple nature Kelly, a* he always did, lis tened to all his manager had to say and obeyed instructions to the letter. If he had seemed a wonderful fielder, his batting was no less wonderful. He seemed to have the eye of "Hl- lent John" Titus, who never struck at a bad hall in hi# life. The fa.^t that the pitchers he faced in practice v ere getting in better condition an the days passed seemed to make no diff«renre in Kelly’s stick work. He hammered everything offered him *0 the four corner* of the ball field. With his Ansonesque po*e he was a veritable Anson when It came to hit ting the ball—and everybody knows the famous leader of the old Chicago White Htocklng* was the daddy of them all in his day. While this notoriety that had come to Gordon Kelly annoyed him not a little, It had absolutely no effect on his ball playing. He went on about his business on the ball field as though he was not aware of the hub bub he had created. He treated his comrades with respect, frankly ao- knowleding that he had everything to learn and asking their advice and counsel at every opportunity. Long Tom Morrissey wae of groat help to him. What the veteran didn’t know about "inside baseball” and the tricks of the trade wasn't worth knowing. He freely imparted his information to Kelly, in whom he found a ready listener. What Did Mildred Think? What harassed Gordon Kelly more than anything else were his thoughts of how Mildred Deery took all this publicity 1n regard to himself. Did she approve? His thoughts answer ed “no” to that question. Did she care? Probably not. he told him self, He found himself lying awake nights, thinking of this phase of the situation, and the more he thought the more harassed he became. He re solved to put an end to the matter; to have It settled one way or the other; to find out what she thought of him as a professional ball player. So he rang her up early next morn ing on the telephone and naked per mission to call that evening. "On a particular matter.” he explained. She would be pleased to have him call, was the answer. Her voice was the same. No hard feeling so far, he thought, as he hung up the re ceiver. "Howdy, stranger." she remarked pleasantly in greeting him, that even-: lng. "Where have you been keeping yourself? We men are awfully busy, though, I suppose.” "To tell the truth. I have been very busy lately,”.replied Gordon. "T don’t suppose you could guess what has been occupying my attention?" "I don’t believe I could. You can have such a variety of things to keep your minds active. Business of some sort I should imagine.” "Business, in a way, yes,” he an swered "I’ve been taking a little ex* erciae.” "Exercise!” Mildred laughed gaily That’s a funny business for a man.” Gordon funked completely. Mildred evidently knew nothing of his ball playing and now that he had the chance to tell her all about it he hadn’t the courage to do so. He squirmed out of his predicament somehow and began talking of other things. After a while Mildred said: "What was this ‘particular matter' you wished to see me about to night ?" To Be Continued Monday. Man Exterminates the Wild Beasts One by One The result of a wild boar hunt on the estates of the Archduke Joseph of Austria. teachability and Its capacity for use ful work, will probably long survive In certain Eastern countries as a do mesticated animal, but Its wild life is nearly at an end. Its precious ivory tusks are nature's fatal gift to 1t. The great griasly bear has almost disappeared, and every animal clothed, with a skin that can be ttlfhed lnb> a rug or coat is remorselessly hunted down. When the animals fought one an other to extinction they did it only for the sske of food. But the ingenu ity and the ever-growing wants of man have made him a more terrible enemy, because he seeks fAom his vic tims not only food, but clothing, and soft furs for himself and his mate, and elegant rugs for his floors, and horns and antlers to adorn his walls, and feathers to make gay his festival scenes. This Animal Defies Man. He makes the animals that have not brains enough to match his cunning pay with their lives and the garniture that nature gave them for his selfish Indulgences, his luxurious tastes, and his Joy in the exercise of the Irresisti ble powers of destruction with whicn his superior intelligence has furnished him. But there is one wild animal, the fearless boar, which has defied, with unusual success, the destructive pro pensities of man. In its forest fast nesses it presents a gallant picture By GARRETT P. SERVISS. I F IT WERE possible to have a mo tion picture summing up, say in an hour’s time, the changes that the living forms inhabiting this globe have undergone since the ear liest ages, the exhibition would be astonishing beyond all words. There would flit before our eyes an endless procession of strange beasts, gradually emerging from the waters and overspreading the land, and tak ing on the shapes rendered necessary by alteration of environment and change of the conditions of life. There would be the first amphib ians, living indifferently in water or in air; then the great reptiles, of ex traordinary size and ferocious appe tite; next the flying dragons, birds with reptilian claws and teeth; then the huge monsters of tertiary times; and finally man with his early com panions, the mammoth and the mas todon. Fed Upon Each Other. At every stage it would be seen that the animals fed upon one an other, and that some species were thus driven into practical extinction, but, until the arrival of man. there would be no evidence of the interfer ence of any agency above the ordi nary tendencies of nature. Rut man. with his active brain, would he found taking a hand, on his own account, and upon a systematic, plan, in the future evolution of the life of the globe. He would be seen gradually altering the character and the forms of various animals by sub jecting them to his rule. Then do mesticated animals would first make their appearance, and the nature of the horse, the ox and other creatures would undergo a remarkable change under his guidance. And when the vast film had been unrolled almost to its end, man would be seen driving into extinction many animals which, but for his arrival, might have continued for ages to in- ym f J PIP ^ I> „ ' V . •: ■ - A herd of wild pigs that are being fed in British India. habit the earth. This would be, 1n many respects, the most dramatic part of the exhibition. Even when he had no better weap ons than bows and arrows, and spears and traps, man succeeded in extermi nating from Europe the wild ox, the terrible aurochs. With the invention of modern guns he has carried on the slaughter until animals of the great est interest, many of which could have been rendered harmless without be ing driven out of existence, have rap idly disappeared. Are Disappearing Rapidly. W T hen we read accounts of the vast herds of buffalo that less than a cen tury ago roamed over the plains and hills of the far West, numbering probably millions in the aggregate, it seems impossible that a few Individ uals, kept in menageries and on spe cial reservations, are all that now re main. Lions and tigers, though still nu merous in some regions, have been decimated by their human hunters, and the time is undoubtedly coming when they will almost have disap peared There is something in the mere presence of man and his works which seems inimical to many of the most interesting wild animals. They flee from him panic-stricken. The changes brought about in the face of nature by his activities are fatal to them. They can not alter their ways of life rapidly enough to meet the new conditions which the presence of man imposes. The elephant, on account of its of bold independence and sturdy self- reliance. Its superb fighting qualities may even save it from utter extinc tion. for merciless as man is, he ad mires a brave foe, and in India a species of boar is furnished with food in order that its numbers may be maintained. But this is only done for the sake of "sport,” the sport of "pig sticking,” and the care that the ani mals get is the same that was given to the gladiators in ancient Rome. Jack London’s new story, “The Scarlet Plague,” begins in the American Monthly Magazine given free with every copy of next Sunday’s American. The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F. KIRK. 4 {/"""A EE, this Is a ing, George," Do You Know How to Whiten Your Skin? A NY very’ dark, sallow or swarthy complexion can be Improved and lightened by the use of Dr. Palmer’s Skirt Whitener We guarantee Palmer’s Skin Whitener to be absolutely pure and .harmless It makes the skin clear, soft and smooth, and lightens it. A trial will convince you. Prioe 26c, postpaid anywhere. FOR SALE BY AH Jacobs’ Stores And Druggist* Generally. glorious mom- " said the Mani cure Lady, bursting into the shop and throwing a big cluster of lilacs onto her table. "I don’t know' Just how a bottle of cha.mpagne feels inside, but I guess that’s about the way I feel—all bubbles and sparkle and sunshine. It is this kind of days. George, that makes us mortals realise how sweet it is to live and breathe and love one another.” "It’s rotten weather for my rheu matism," said the Head Barber. T feel like a worm on a hook. Lay off on that lovely weather talk, and if you can't think of anything else to do, take a nap. Don't talk to me." "I don’t care 1f your old rheuma tism does hurt," said the Manicure Lady. "It is .men like you, George, with your little yelps and groans, that takes away that transcendant love of living which Is a part of every' healthy and normal human being. I feel that happy this morning that I could w’rite a love letter to John D. Rockefeller. Remember, George, we are here but a brief time, and almost before we know it we are swept into the vast- ness of Intensity. What have we got if it ain't the joy of living? I ain’t going to think an unhappy thought or say an unkind w'ord to nobody to day.” Too Long. Into the shop came a customer for the Manicure Lady. He was tall and lanky, with a head of shaggy hair and an expression on his lean face such as Dante must have worn when he had acute indigestion. "Those nails, those nails!" he half groaned. "They are too long, too long! Trim them, girl; trim them! Quickly, girl, quickly!” "They are a little bit to the Chi nese." admitted the Manicure Lady, smilingly. "Your right hand, please. Isn't this a beautiful morning?" "Speak not to me of beauty," sighed the tall stranger. "For me there is no beauty, neither in the sky above nor in the green fields. There is no beauty in the hum of commerce, the ceaseless striving of midget man against the immutable laws of the universe. Is there”" he fairly shouted. "1 ain't never gave it much thought, FREE, NEXT SUNDAY The American Sunday Monthly Magazine, contain ing the first chapters of Jack London’s new story, is GIVEN FREE with every copy of the next Sunday American. looking at it that way,” .said the Manicure Lady, eyeing the customer with a good deal of misgiving. "Thought? Thought? Of course, you know nothin^ of thought. Neither does yon barber know of thought. Look at him. standing there and thinking about what? Thinking bar ber thoughts, barber thoughts!” "I think George is a very intelligent gent sometimes,’’ declared the Mani cure Lady, loyally. 'He only gets kind o’ batty when he is thinking about the races. That’s his only weak point.” "But ran he really think, as I think?” demanded the customer. "And can you really think? If you could think, would you prate of beauty where there is no beauty? Listen, girl. 1 wrote a poem not long ago that tells It all: " ’Beauty? And is there beauty in the grave. The crawling grave that fondles us at last? And is there beauty on a battlefield. Littered with corpses when the sun departs? And is there beauty in a morbid morgue, Where stark dust touches marble slabs? No, no! There is no beauty save In hectic brains, Where frothy thoughts refuse to dw’ell on death.’ ” "Gee!" said the Impressed Mani cure Lady, "them is beautiful lines!" "I say there is no beauty!” ex claimed the stranger. "I am not beautiful, am I? No! Very good. Are you beautiful?” "I don’t like to brag much,” said the Manicure Lady, now thoroughly unnerved. "Some of the fellow's salves me along to make me think I am. but 1 guess if you say so, I ain’t beautiful. Is your keepers shopping, or something?" "I have no keepers." said the tall man. “I am an actor, and who ever heard of an actor with a keeper?" "I guess you’re right,” said the Manicure Lady. "I know' our board ing house don’t keep no actors. But, gee. I’m so glad to know that you’re a actor. A minute ago I could have swore you was crazv!” His Opinion. Donald was an old Scots beadle who officiated in a Highland kirk where the minister, never a bright star at any time, believed In giving full value for the money, as It were. In his dis courses. A stranger once asked him his opinion of the sermons. "Ah. week" replied Donald, “you’ll no get me to say onything against them, for they’re a’ verry gmd. but I’ll just remark this much: "The beginnings aye over far frae the end. an it would greatly improve the force o’ it if he left*out a' that cam’ in aiuieW' _ A Social Graft By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "Seek not to purchase friends w'lth gifts, for when thou ceaseth to give, such friends will cease to be friends.” T HE great financier w'ho spends many anxious hours in count ing his resources, which appear inadequate to meet his greater liabili ties, has his counterpart in every girl you know. If her purse i.« flat, and kept In that pitiful condition by necessities: or if it Is corpulent because of the generos ity of a wealthy father, has no bear ing on the number of times its owner sees bankruptcy staring her in the face. A bankruptcy brought on les« often by purchases for herself, and w'hich either she needs or thinks she needs, than by purchases for her friends. She is a victim of the gift habit, the great est of all social grafts. There Is no occasion these days that is not made a holiday for the purpose of filching money from the purses of friends for the buying of gifts. Be ginning with New' Year's and ending with Christmas, there isn’t a date on the calendar that isn’t marked by some mischievous person as an occa sion for making a present to some body else, the object of the giving be ing solely to financially embarrass the donor and make miserable the reel’ lent by adding another name to the burden of her obligations. Easter Gifts. We have become so obsessed with the insanity of giving that we have broken into the children's province and make gifts on Easter; we have thrust ourselves among the lovers and send valentines to friends and n#re acquaintances; we must remember every birthday, or offend: we must send decorated cards expressing inane sentiments about peace and happiness every time the flag is unfurled, and after passing through a year of giving that which vve can not afford, and which is never wanted, we throw every bit Of sense and judgment to the winds and go mad In making gifts at Christmas. This social graft is hard on every one, blit its worst victims are young girls. They must make gifts they can not afford to their friends who graduate. A few years later a friend’s engagement is announced, and a girl must give a betrothal gift, followed in a few w'eeks by a wed ding present and. in w'hat seems a criminally short time to the owner of a depleted purse, by a demand for a little token to be placed In the baby’s layette. There must be a gift for the christening, an anniversary wedding present for the mother; she has a birthday, her baby has a birth day; there are more babies, more christenings, more birthdays, till the friend who Is seeking to keep up with the demands this custom makes feels that she will go mad. She begins to regard every new' baby as a means for imposing a tax on her friendship—a tax that is col lected relentlessly, and from which no personal need for the money thus expended will release her. Hopeful Girls. Girts are the biggest hearted, most generous creatures that walk the earth. Hopeful to a degree that is da-ngerous, they will squander this week’s income on a friend, thinking to be more prudent with the income of next week. They buy first for their friends, and count their own needs of little importance. They will buy meager lunches, wear patched shoes and gloves, if need be, rather than have it said they refused to “come across." And that is what I beg they will no longer do. Give to the friend who needs, and give when love prompts the giving, always making gifts that meet the needs of the re cipient and don’t embarrass the do nor; but don't give simply because custom demands it. Don’t be one of the large and grow ing flock of sheep that are breaking their financial necks trying to jump over wall after wall of senseless and imaginary obligations to friends, the greatest of which is the custom of regarding every date on the calendar as a reminder to make some one a gift. • • » Their Married Life Helen’s Unhappy Day of Trivial Vexations Is Fol lowed by a Real Misfortune. By MABEL HERBERT URNER. U M AGGIE, I’ve told you so many times not to push this ta ble back against the wall.” There was an unusual note of irrita tion In Helen's voice. “You see how' It mars the paper? Now I want you to leave this at least an inch from the wall.” Maggie whisked the dust cloth about the legs of a chair In resent ful silence. Here the bell rang. and. grumbling under her breath, Maggie w r ent to answer It. She came back with a box from the cleaner’s and a bill for $1.70. Helen glanced at the bill as she went In to get her pocketbook. Peerless Cleaning Dyeing Co. Waist Two pair Gloves $1.50 .20 "Why, I thought they charged only 5 cents for cleaning short gloves,” Helen protested, when she went to the door to pay the boy. "I don't know, m’am; It’s on your bill.” "But I’ve never paid more than 5 except for long gloves.” The boy only twirled his cap in differently. The amount was so small that It would be foolish to call up the office, so Helen handed him $1.75 —a dollar bill, 50 cents and a quar ter. “I ain’t got no change," starting to put the money In his pocket, plainly implying that he expected her to say, "Keep the nickel.” At any other time Helen might have said It, but she had no Intention of saying it now. "Surely you've got 5 cents.” “No, ma’am, I ain’t got nothing.” “Then give me back that quarter!” Helen’s hesitancy to ask a favor of Maggie Just now was overcome by her determination not to let that boy take advantage of her, for she knew he would not have been sent out with C O. D. packages without a cent of change. "Maggie,” she call ed, “can you change a quarter?” But Maggie had only a dollar bill and 3 5 cents. There was a gleam of satisfaction in the boy’s eyes, which increased Helen’s determina tion riot to give hirn the nickel. She rang ferr the elevator boy, but he, too, had no change for a quarter. So, after all, Helen had no choice but let the boy keep the nickel. Her cheeks burnt angrily as she closed the door. The incident had not served to lessen her irritation. Everything had gone wrong that day. She had gotten up with a dull headache. The night had been warm and sultry, she had not slept well, and when morning came her back ached, her head ached and she felt more tired than when she had gone to bed. All day everything had seemed to contrive to irritate her. And now as she opened the box from the cleaner’s she felt certain that something would be wrong. The waist was a dark blue chiffon, they had pressed It badly, and the lace collar was torn where one of the collar-bones had been shoved through. The gloves were stiff and two of the buttdns were gone. Why had she not examined them before she paid the* boy'? Helen tossed the box. waist a,nd all, on the bed with a strong desire to cry. Why must everything go Wrong to-day? Very Irritable. “Oh, get out of the WAT, Pussy Purr-mew!" as the kitten, playing with a piece of crumpled paper, al most tripped her up. The added irritations had Increased her headache, and with a wretched sense of discomfort Helen now sat down by her sewing basket to mend the waist. Of course, the scissors were not there, and she had to get up to look for them. Then Pussy Purr- mew knocked off her thimble, and Helen slapped her sharply. She mended the lace collar, and tried to prize up the hooks that had been carelessly Ironed down. The scissors slipped, and she sucked her hurt finger with angry tears. Then she sewed the buttons on the gloves and started to try ons on. But they seemed to have shrunk. The stiffened kid split suddenly across the palm. Bolling with indignation, H«len went over to the phone and deter minedly rang up Mrs. Thujatan, "Didn’t you say the Peerless Clean ing Company did such beautiful work for you? Well, they've simply RUINED some gloves for me—a brand-new pair that’d never been cleaned before. And they tore a waist —and ironed down ail the hooks! * * * Oh. no—I know It’s not your fault. I didn't mean that. * * * Iffo, of course not. But I thought I ought to tell you.” Oh, WHY had she called up klra. Thurston? It had only made thing* worse. Mrs. Thurston had plainly re sented it, declaring stiffly that *he was very sorry she had recommended them. The phone rang again, Tblnktag it was just ringing off, Helen SldpM answer. But she smiled on persist ently. "Hello! Who?" Helen called sharp, iy. “Mr. Robinsky? What nnrahdr do you want? Oh, you’ve got the wrong number.” Helen’s pent-up exasperation had now reached a point where tt de manded am outlet. She called angrily for the manager’s office. “Hello! I want to make a qnm- plaint. This bell le CONSTANT!.* being rung for the wrong ttt •Just this morning Tre been three times. Somefhdtlg Mt done! I WON’T be Annoyed this way!” The manager promised t« capos* her complaint and to see that she had better service. Another Disappointment. While she was phoning MaggieHad put some mall on the deal* beeMo har. A summer resort booklet and a carpet cleaning ad Helen threw Impatiently in the waste basket. Warren was late, it wag after T before they sat down to dinner. For once Helen made no attempt to be cheerful nor to make conversation. “What’s wrong with you?” he de manded briefly. “Oh, dear, it’s been the most trying day—EVERYTHING’S gone wrong! I don’t think I’ve ever felt so irri tated and so depressed!” “That’s cheerful, and I lost a cool three hundred to-day.’’ “Three hundred dollars! Oh, WARREN! How—how did It hap pen ?” “Oh, a firm, Parker & Simms, that I thought was perfectly good, went up. Bankrupt notice out to-day.’’ “And you’ll not get ANY of it 7” “Cerflainly not. That’s why they went into bankruptcy—to get out of paying their debts.” “Why, dear—that's not honeetP’ “Oh, isn’t it?” sneeringly. "That!* enlightening." “But don’t some bankrupt firm* pay a percentage of their debts?” “Well, that bunch won’t,” grimly. Three hundred dollars! Woman like, Helen began to think of all three hundred dollars would buy. The little worries of the day seemed so trivial now. A Big Loss. The badly cleaned waist—the ruined gloves, she could have bought a hundred and fifty pair of glove# for three hundred dollars! Then »he thought of how long It would take her to save that much money. Her very soul was filled with consuming rage against Parker Slmma. “Eat your dinner,” scowled Wttruen. “No use sitting there mooning over It. Can’t do business without losing some money. Guess the three hundred won’t break us.” But Helen could not eat. She oould think only of that three hundred dollars and of all the things that they might have bought with It. All day she had fretted and worried over the most trivial things. Now she had something to worry about that was REAL. KODAKS ' Tti« Finishtna and Eitlarf- ln<j That Can B* Produced. Eastman Films and c om- j piete stock was tour supplies. I „ ipf for out-of-tewr: cuetonscr* Send for Catalog and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. 14 Whit8h.il St-, Atlanta, Ga. The next Bell Tele phone Directory goes to press May 31. Now is the time to subscribe in or der to get your name in the new book. If you wish to make changes or corrections in your list ings, call at the Mana ger’s office, Southern Bell Telephone and Telegraph Company. 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