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An Unappricia-
tive Man
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
f l t™\ VERT time my wife and I go
out walking,” a distressed
husband writes me,” she in
sists upon me pushing the baby car
riage,
"When any of my friends see me
they laugh and make fun of me.
Kindly let me know if it Is a mar
ried man’s duty to push the baby
carriage."
No, it is not his duty. It never,
since life began, was his duty.
It is his PRIVILEGE!
Whose baby is it, you narrow-
eouled representative of your sex?
Isn't it yours? And isn't pushing the
baby carriage on the streets the
lightest of the many thousand tasks
that attend it?
Did your wife complain during the
long weeks and months she carried
it before it was born? Did she fear
that her girl friends would laugh at
her. or taunt her?
Did she feel that she had a griev
ance wnen she went down into the
shadow of the Valley of Death, and
returned, spent with pain, with your
child in her arms?
Has she ever reproached you for the
martyrdom motherhood has brought
her?
She doesn’t asa that you sit by its
sickbed through the long hours of the
night when every one in the house
hold is asleep. She has never ex
pected you to be always patient, ten
der, merciful, and forgetful of self,
denying yourself every comfort if that
•denial made life happier for your
child.
You Go To Sleep.
When you lay your head on your
pillow, it is to sink into a sound sleep.
When she goes to bed it is to hover
so near the border of consciousness
that the faintest sigh from the little
bed near her own'awakens her.
When you sit down to a meal it is
to gratify your own appetite. With
her, her own appetite is an after
thought. She attends to you and the
child first.
When you take your pleasures it is
-with the thought only of what pleases
YOU. From the hour her bsby comes
her amusements are those that are
her child's.
You are stronger than your burdens
are heavy, and she has tasks before
her every hour that are greater than
her strength.
You know only your own aches and
pains. She suffers both her own and
every ill to whicji childhood is heir.
Your apprehensions are centered
around self. She fears nothing for
herself and all that life threatens for
her child.
When asked to push the baby car
riage, you were ashamed. Ashamed
to proclaim by this little act that
you are the child’s father!
She not only bore all the pain
alone, she is not only alone in the
wearying care of your child, but she
stands alone in the pride that
glorifies parenthood.
The Miracle.
If you "were more a man and less
an empty-headed peacock, you would
forget yourself in the miracle that
Love has brought you, and would be
so overcome with pride that it would
make you almost maudlin.
The father monkey in his cage will
chatter with pride when visitors in
spect the little mishapen image of
himself in the mother monkey’s arms.
Every form of life, no matter how’
low’, is proud of its offspring.
You call yourself a MAN. and you
are ashamed of your own child! You
are not a man. You are not of as
high an order of intelligence as a
monkey. You haven’t as much heart
as the lowest form of creation.
Push that baby carriage, and push
it with pride and gratitude! I warn
you that if you persist in your pres
ent attitude of shame for your own
offspring some day you will find the
baby carriage has grown into a car of
Juggernaut.
THIRD PRIZE-WINNING STORY IN “THE TRIPLE TIE” CONTEST
Couldn’t Eat It.
After being kept waiting for the
usual five or ten minutes, the new ar
rival at the restaurant was duly
6erved with the first course of the
table d’hote dinner—soup.
Hestitating a moment, he glanced at
his plate, then said:
“Waiter. I can’t eit this soup.’’
“Then I’ll bring you another kind,
sir,” said the waiter, and hastened
away.
The guest sighed as the second
plate was placed in front of him.
“Nor can I eat this soup.'’ he said, a
trifle more emphatically than before.
And the waiter, silent, but angry,
brought yet anotner plate of soup.
Whereupon the guest once more re
marked in a low-, emphatic tone:
“Really, I can not eat this stuffV'
But the waiter now really angry,
summoned the manager, and, to the
Interest of the other guests in the
restaurant, explained what had hap
pened.
“Really, sir, this Is most unusual,
sir,” said the manager. “May I ask
whv vou can’t eat any of our soups?”
“Because.’’ replied the guest, with a
sad, wan smile. “1 have no spoon!”
By LILLIAN LUCILE HARDEN,
0?k Street, Decatur, Ga.
WINNER OF THIRD PRIZE, $25
CHAPTER X1XV.
4 < T s that you, Steve?” asltori Mildred,
I at the phone.
A Yas, sum, Miss Mildred.”
“Well, just soon as Mr. Gray re
turns, don’t fall to call me up,” she
said.
“Yas, mum, Miss Mildred.”
“And have everything ready to start
immediately after his return.”
“Yas, mum, I Is,” said the faithful
Steve.
Mr. Gray returned early on the follow
ing morning and they started on the
search for Gordon Kelly.
Mildred was allowed to go on the con
dition that she remain out of view until
all danger was over. Indeed, you could
not have forced her to remain at home,
so anxious was she to so® her lover.
One of Gordon’s hints was to flash a
light from a mirror so he w’ould know to
expect them, so he was not surprised
at the two flashes of light, and turned
smiling to his friends.
The Guard Surrenders.
Not more than 10 yards away, care
fully concealed from the guard but fully
revealed to Gordon, crouched five fig
ures. Mr. Gray was in the lead, armed
to his teeth. Cautiously they drew
around to get the drop on Gordon’s
guard. Then they sprang forth and
stated they had come for the prisoner,
and the “prisoner" was prisoner no
longer.
The guard gave up his weapon and
Gordon Kelly greeted his friends. Doing
so, he spied Mildred behind the bush,
and ran to her with the speed that
marked him such a marvelous base-run
ner. Amid her squeaks of dellgnt, she
managed to say:
“Sweetheart!"
And he returned softly:
"Honeybunch!”
Then Gordon told them about his
weeks in captivity, but Impressed It on
their minds how considerate his cap-
tors had been. That spoke much for the
mountaineers and they were turned
loose on the promise not to capture
Mr. Kelly again, but to help him out in
the future. No one suspected that those
same mountaineers would lay In wait for
Forrest Cain and the awful tragedy that
happened w’ould happen.
Gordon and his friends returned to
the tw’o automobiles which were sta
tioned about a quarter of a mile farther
back. Gordon and Mildred sat in the
one driven by Steve, with Elmer In
front.
Hears of Triple Tie.
“Say, Gordon, do you know that the
triple tie is to be played off to-morrow?”
asked enthusiastic Elmer.
“Yes, I read all my papers,’’ replied
Gordon.
They discussed it a while, and Elmer
turned again to Gordon:
"Hey, Gordon, let’s go to New York,
and you play and I’ll be your mascot.”
“Suppose I should go?” questioned
Gordon of Mildred, with a twinkle In
his eye.
Elmer's enthusiasm was contagious,
or Mildred would never have replied:
“Yes, do, Gordon; arrive at the last
minute and snatch the Red J»ox out of
trouble with a home run and be a base
ball hero!”
“Well, I’m coming to see you this
evening, and if I leave to-morrow I will
get to New York in time to see the last
game,” returned Gordon.
Just then the unsuspecting Steve set
the “buzzer’’ going and the two lovers
took the opportunity for a kiss.
When they reached the mansion El
mer said:
“Gee. Gordon, wouldn’t that be dra
matic to arrive and play In the last
game?”
“It sure would. Mildred, when can I
Miss Lillian
Lucile Harden,
of Decatur
Ga.
She is 15 years
of age and
won third
prize in “The
Triple Tie”
contest.
“This afternoon at 6 o’clock. It’s 4
now. Report on time.”
”1 will. Boss.” laughed Gordon.
Mildred and Elmer reached home
about 4:30. Elmer’s excitement was
over the trip to New York and Mil
dred’s over the reception of Gordon.
Gordon arrived promptly on time. Mil
dred decided she could spare Gordon a
little while If he would play If his man
ager W’ould let him. Elmer was to go
with him and he departed from them to
get ready his things. Then they told
each other what they had been aching
to tell for many weeks.
“Gordon, sweetheart,’’ murmured Mil
dred going close to him.
“Honeysuckle,’’ was all he could
whisper as he took her in his arms.
Gordon and Elmer left early the fol
lowing morning for New York and Mil
dred returned home from the moun
tains.
The day after she arrived home, as the
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T HERE’S a charming little maiden
With eyes so wondrous brown—
Her cheeks with roses ladened,
The talk of all the town.
This winsome little lassie.
Who to-day is seventeen,
The idol of her .daddy
And a mother's love supreme.
Years of sunshine have yon brought us,
And our hearts with joy o’erflows
To the great and all-wise giver
For the gift He thus bestows.
Happy years they have been to us;
Y'ears of joy and sweet content,
And in the years before us—
Where’er they may l>e spent—
We’ll think of these blest hours,
Which time can ne’er efface:
So if there comes a little cupid.
And his fiercest dart be hurled,
To take from us our treasure,
The greatest in the world;
When comes this bold usurper.
Whoever he may be.
May this love through him continue
Through all eternity.
family were sitting at the breakfast ta
ble they were startled out of their wits
to hear the newsboys shout:
"Wuxtra! Wuxtra! All about the
murder of Forrest Cain in the moun
tains! Wuxtra! Wuxtra!”
Farnsworth, who had seen Forrest
Cain murdered, returned to Atlanta on
a train two hours later. This is the
story he told to a policeman, a detective
and The Georgian reporter.
Farnsworth’s Story.
“I thought Forrest Cain had some
thing to do with the disappearance of
Gordon Kelly, so the next time he
left town I determined to trail him. I
had my chance this morning. We got
off at a little station tn the Blue Ridge
about 30 miles from Pew Creek. A
cracker was holding a horse for him and
as that was the only horse in the com
munity I couldn’t follow him. I got out
of cigarettes and suffered hour after
hour until about 8 o’clock I heard a
freight train coming and at the same
time I heard the pounding of horses’
hoofs. Just as the train Was pulling by
the man jumped from his horse and
seized a grab-handle. At that instant
a pistol was fired from behind and the
man with a terrible screech fell under
the moving cars. I went to him and
struck a match. It was the lifeless and
mangled form of Forrest Cain. I looked
toward his assassin. He blew out the
light before I saw his face and the inky
darkness thoroughly concealed him.
“Why did you shoot him?” I asked.
“ ‘None uv your damned business,’ he
drawled in smooth, even tones. You
walk down the track and don’t yer come
back here in less than fifteen minutes, or
you will be lying by that damned cur.
Then* you all kin do what yer damned
wanter,’ he added.
“When I went back he and the horses
were gone and I took the next train to
Atlanta.’’
The Deery family were shocked u say
the least, but Mildred felt strangely re
lieved, somehow.
A posse of men were put on the
mountaineer’s trail. He warf caught dis
tilling whisky, but not until he was
fatally wounded. In the few remaining
hours of his life he told his story of the
past few weeks.
GHAPTERXLV.
G ORDON KELLY, the baseball idol,
at bat, and the bases full.
The White Sox "fans’’ let out a
groan that almost drowned the wild
cheers. Bill Smith thought he could
distinguish Whisky’s shout above all
the din. Whisky was certainly doing
his duty to Kelly, and as the noise
died down a little he began to speak:
’Dat’s him! Dat’s him! Sho as I’m
a libbin, dat’s him! Marse Gordon goin’
ter win dat game fer de Red Sox! He
kin do hit! He gwine do hit!”
• At the conclusion of this oration the
people cheered again, at least, all but
the White Sox. Bill Smith was proud
of Whisky.
Kelly, having selected his bat. stepped
to the plate in his Ansonlike pose.
Big Ed Walsh bent double, determined i
to put every ounce of his strength in
the speed of that ball.
"Would Kelly hit it?” was the ques
tion on every tongue.
He Did Hit It!
Yes! He did hit It! When his bat j
crashed into that ball it sounded like a j
cannon.
Never had such a hit been made! The
ball soared away out of reach of all
hands. By the time the right fielder
picked it up Kelly and the three men
before him had scored.
The previous cheers seemed trivial to
the one that now shook the Polo
Grounds.
“He done hit! He done hit! But he
show am a mysterioso!’’ shouted Whis
ky.
The next man was retired, but the
Red Sox had won! The crowd demand
ed an explanation of how he learned to
play ball In such a marvelous manner
when he stoutly declared he never had
seen a ball game nor played in one
before his arrival in Atlanta
Stahl shoved him out in the center
and said: “Now, tell us all about it!"
Gordon, seeing no way out of it,
began speaking:
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s very
simple. I lived in my mountain home,
surrounded by every luxury. I desired
to play baseball, but had no comrades.
My diamond was laid off according
to the regulations. A correspondence
school taught me what a curve, drop,
strike, foul, etc., was, and 1 made a
machine that would hurl balls of all
kinds to me. I learned to bat that way
One of my servants chased the ball. 1
had another machine that I could touch
as I left the home plate, that started I
it; as I returned I touched it again, ;
that stoped it, and l could tell how |
long I had been. I could bat my balls
straight up in the air or use my pitch- |
lng machine to learn to catch. All my j
other knowledge I gained from the cor- j
respondence school and from the news
papers.”
Gordon Back Home.
The cameras and reporters sure j
were busy that afternoon! And when
one snapped Gordon with Elmer, El- j
mer’s joy was complete.
They remained in New York several j
days. Gordofi went to see his uncle
and he showed Gordon and Elmer all j
around.
Mildred wrote them about the death
of Forrest Cain and she waote some
thing else to Gordon that made him j
go into an ecstacy of delight. She had
told her parents of their engagement
and neither disapproved. Mildred knew
her mother had something to do with
bringing her father around She told
him he could tell Elmer about it and
that young man was happier than
Gordon, if it were possible.
Gordon soon came to Atlanta; their
happiness was complete.
In his sweet musical voice Gordon
sang "Lips o’ Poppy” to Mildred with
her arms wreathed around his neck.
“Gordon, sweetheart,” she murmured.
“Honeybunch,” he whispered.
Ten Commandments for
the
Summer
Girl
<*36
By DOROTHY DIX
W HEN thou farest forth for thy
Summer vacation direct thy
footsteps wisely, for what
shall It profit thee to fish ever so
cunningly in the waters In which no
fish abide? Verily, I say unto thee,
that, though there be mountains that
touch the skies, or sapphire seas, or
swelling hills, nr dimpling vales, yet
1b all scenery abomination and a
desolation, and a Summer resort be
comes as sounding brass and tinkling
cymbals, if so be no eligible man
abides thereat.
2—Consider thy apparel, for fine
feathers make fine birds, and no
maiden with the glad rags is as
homely as the Lord made her. Yet be
not extravagant In thy dress, lest
some youth shall flee from thee, say
ing: “Wherewithal shall I get the
•cads to doll such a one up In the
similitude of a fashion plate to which
she is accustomed?”
3—Before thou disporteth thyself
In the Ovean, consider what manner
of figure and of hair nature hath be
stowed upon thee, and w’hether thou
lookest when thou
art wot like a mer
maid or a drowned
cat, for what
shall It profit a
maiden to dry her
locks on the sands
If so be she hath
only three hairs on
her head and look-
eth like Winter
underwear after it
hath shrunk in the
wash?
4—P ropitl ate
with fair words
the old carts that Look Before
knit pink sweaters on the hotel gal
lery lest they arise and rend thy repu
tation and tear it limb from limb, for
lo, the wagging of their tongues la
even as a perpetual motion machine,
and the things that they do to a char
acter are a-plenty.
5—Also slight not the homely girl
who art a wall flower, for many such
are possessed of handsome brothers,
And eke of male relatives with 1913
cars, who shah arrive in due season,
Despise Not the Fat Man.
and to whom she shall present thee,
and so shalt thou reap thy reward.
6— When the musicians smite upon
the band of an evening in the ball
room, dance not at all unless some
man asketh thee, for, behold, there
are many sad sights in the world, but
none so woesome as the spectacle of
two maidens turkey trotting together
and attempting to wear on their coun
tenance the look of one who rejolceth.
7— When a youth treateth thee to
Ice cream soda
boast not to him of
some other man
who fed thee on
champagne and
terrapin, for by so
doing thou makest
him feel like a
cheap skate, and
he will pass thee
up when he get-
eth up the hay ride
or the trolley ex
cursion.
8—As thou art
strong, be mercl-
Vou Bathe. fuL Consider that
at a Summer hotel there are seven
times seven women to one man, and
that the poor youth that thou nail-
est hath already flagged seventeen
mountains, and gathered four bushels
of wild flowers and visited Lovers'
Leap, and read poetry nnd rowed
boats, and played golf, and danced
millions of miles with other maident
before thou earnest, and he is a-wears
and fain would rest.
9— Desipse not the fat man whos<
architecture is built after the- mannei
of a bay window Say not unto him,
“Go up, thou bald head,” for verily
he may be a widower, with house!
and lands, and automobiles, and jew
els wherewith to endow a wife.
10— Avoid the snapshot fiend wh«
taketh amateur pictures as thou
wouldst pestilence or sudden death,
for such a one shall take thee una
ware with thy head on a manly
breast, or a strange arm about thee,
and. although it causeth the merry
ha-ha at the time, peradventure thy
fiance, to whom thou showeth it at
home, locketh in a sense of humor.
11
Fish Cunningly.
Do You Know
1 AM HUNGRY TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY
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Marconi International Marine Com
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ships of different nations, exclusive of
shins of war, are now fitted with
Marconi wireless apparatus.
A rifle bullet may be flred through
a pane of glass, making a hole the
size of the ball, without cracking the
glass. If the glass be suspended by
a thread, it will make no difference,
and the thread will not even vibrate.
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I and increases the quantity at the
l same time.
A S we came out of the fashionable
restaurant a pale, thin man
came toward us. He tottered
with faintness as he held out his hand
and said:
“I am hungry.”
Verdier put his hand into his pock
et, took out a large silver coin and
gave It to the beggar.
“You are very liberal.” I remarked.
“Do you know what it means to be
hungry?" he asked.
No. Do you, perhaps?”
'Yes. I do. and I will tell you about
It. You know I was poor when I flrsr
carrie to Paris, and had a hard strug
gle to get on. How hard neither you
nor anybody el«e ever knew I woke
up one morning in August depr* ,3ed
and hungry, more hungry than I can
I describe. I had tasted no food since
the morning before. I did not have a
f»ingle cent, and everything that I
could pawn w’as gone. I did not know
j a single person who might assist me.
I rummaged through all my pockets
and found nothing but a cigarette.
“I lit It and went out. I walked
through the streets, full of despair,
seeing no way out of the misery. As
the day passed my hunger grew and I
grew more and more faint and full of
bitterness. Sho.’Id I really decide to
beg? Yes. Wh not? My Ideal? of
morals were darkened by the shadow
which dimmed my eyes.
“I caught sight of an elderly gen
tleman. tottered toward him raised
my hat and in a low’ voice confided my
secret to him:
“ ‘I am hungry.’
“He looked at me for two seconds.
Then he shrugged his shoulders and
said:
His Answer.
“ ‘Then you had better drink no
more to-day.’
“I felt as if I had been struck by
lightning.
“Clos'e by was a restaurant, from
which came an appetizing smell of
cooking. How it happened I do not
know’, but a moment later I was sit
ting at a table Inside. Shortly after
ward an omelette stood before me. but
only two minutes, then it was gone.
Then the waiter served a steak. I
realized what was happening and I
was seized with fear. I had no money
to pay, and I thought the waiters ana
guests were staring at me with sus
pecting eyes*. .
“Just then somebody slapped my
shoulder.
“ ‘How are you?’
“I turned around and sa*w a pretty
young woman, stylishly, perhaps too
stylishly, dressed
“ ‘What can I do for you. made
moiselle?’ I asked. ✓
“‘You don’t seem to remember
me.’
“I searched my memory and sud
denly I knew. She was a young
woman I had met once before at
Maxima's in gay company.
“ ‘Lili,’ I exclaimed.
“Shq sat down next to me.
His Dilemma.
“ ‘How kind of you to invite me
for dinner.' she said.
“The waiter suddenly became very
polite. He stood patiently, smiling,
waiting for my orders. All confused
I ordered what Lili asked for. Then
the fear returned.
“ You don’t look happy to-night,’
Lili remarked.
"I was too nervous to answer.
“ Are you sick?’
“ ’Yes. it feels very close in here.’
“What was I to do? Should I pre
tend to have lost my pocketbook?
The trick was too old—nobody would
believe me. Should I tell Lili that 1
had not got a single cent to pay
W’ith?
“Just then Lili got up and took a
powder box from her bag.
“ I will be back in a moment,’ she
said. ‘Keep an eye on my bag,
please.'
“She went out.
"Looking around to make sure no
body was observing me. I opened her
bag with trembling fingers and took
a five dollar bill.
"Yes. my friend. I really took it
Then I paid and w’e left. Lili took
my arm.
“ Will you please see me home?'
she asked.
"When I entered her apartment
everything turned black around me.
but mastering all my energy I over
came my faintness and said:
“ ‘Lili, I was dying w’ith hunger.
I could not have paid and they would
have had me arrested ’
“She stared at me coldly. I w’ent
on:
“ ’Then I took $5 from your bag.*
“’What do you say?’
“I saw the terrible change in her
—the cruel expression in her eyes.
Trembling with fury she searched her
bag.
" My money! My money!' she
sc reamed. ‘I will send for the police.’
“I tried in vain to quiet her. She
screamed louder still. I wanted to
run away, but she opened the window
and screamed: ‘Police!’
“I jlimped at her, thr^w her dow’n
on the floor and squeezed her throat
together with my hands. She turned
purple in the face; her eyes bulged.
Thirty seconds more and neither she
n«>r I w’ould have been allwp to-day.
( “And that might all have been
avoided If the elderly gentleman had
given me a few pennies
“Now perhaps you will understand
my generosity toward a man who
says that he is hungry.”
An eminent doctor says that he has
| found a c yclist’s pulse to beat as high
as 250 times a minute immediately
after making a fast mile. This illus
trates the danger of ‘‘scorching.”
The boots worn by a professional
diver weigh twenty pounds each. Th*
helmet weighs forty pounds, and the
diver also carries eighty pounds ad
ditional weight.
Lions and tigers are too weak in
lung power to run more than half a
mile.
The custom of throwing rice at
weddings originated In China.
There are nearly 2,000 stitches in a
pair of handsewn boots.
Up-to-Date Jokes
Servant (from the floor above)—Me
mistress sayp as will ye let your
daughter sing this afternoon?
Lady (much pleased)—Why, cer
tainly. Tell your mistress that I am
glad she enjoys it.
Servant—Yes, mum, she expects a
visit from the landlord this afternoon
an’ she w’ants some excuse for askin’
a reduction in rent.
Globs—I admire a man w’ho rays
the right thing at the right moment
Dibbs>—So do I. particularly when
I'm thirsty.
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The Difference.
Fred—There seems to be a lot more
fuss made of Miss A '9 singing
than Miss K ’s, and I am sure Miss
K has by far the richer voice.
Jack—Ah, yes; but Miss A has
by far the richer father.
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3*ad lor BsDefias of ft* OahrersHy ol Georgia describing courses la Loot, Agriculture,
Forestry, Education, Pharmacy, Eafiaeerind, Commerce and Bsokinf, Literary and Sci
entific stadw* and Gradual* Work. Tuition from. Room and Board f , 2.S0 Bor
month. Address THE CHANCELLOR. Atbeos, Ga.
Is Best in
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Do not suffer from eve-strain. Our
scientifically fitted lenses will cor
rect It
Oculist .service at Opticians’ prices.
L. N. Huff Optica} Company. Two
Stores. 70 Whitehall. 52 W. Mitchell.
Adv.
mmm To Women mmm
Backache—Nervous?
Headache—Blue?
If you suffer from inch Rvmotomi at
irregular interval* you *hould take an
invigorating tonic and womanly regu
lator whieh ha* given satisfaction for
over 40 years.
Dr. Pierce’*
Favorite Prescription
Made without alcohol—a pure glyceric
extract of American foreet roots. Your
druggiat will supply you.
It Has Given Satisfaction For
■■■ Over 40 Yaara I
"Of all the ills under the sun,
There is a remedy or there is none,
tf there is one, do you wish to find it 9
If there is none, why do you mind it?**
plied the remedy for others, find that i* OUT
*e point, with pnde, to the college records ul
We have at
business, v
our boys.
Not a death or a serious case of sickness in the THIR*
TEEN YEARS’ history of our school. Write lot a ca!2»
log, and consider our plan.
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