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—Mr. J. T. Hale made a business
trip to town one day last week.
—Ivey Hutto was paroled to his
home in Hazelhurst, Ga. this week.
—We received two new boys this
week they are Darwin Woods and
Grady N»n*.
—Mr. E. B. Cohran has had a squad
of boys digging a ditch for the sewerage
system.
—The steer wagons are still hauling
chert while a squad of boys are busy
tamping it down.
— Mr. W. L. Hodges has had a squad
of boys busy hoeing the potatoes at the
Walker place.
— Dr. J. A. Price came out and vac
cinated all the new boys who had not
already been vaccinated.
—At last it has auit raining! We hope
it will stay cpiit for a while, it come
very near ruining our corn.
—Tho boys received a wagon load of
peaches this week and they sure are
glad to sae the peaches come.
—Mr. John Howell and Sister Mrs.
Myrtle Hardeman of Macon, Ga. paid
their brother a visit last Wednesday.
—The boys will soon be getting water
melons as they are ripening very fast.
Here's hoping that they get ripe soon.
—The boys who received boxes last
Sunday were Bill Salters, Quincy
O’Steen, Weston Bryan and Lucius
Roberts.
THE CHRISTMAS HA’NT
Christmus week an we-all wuz feelin’
fine,
Egg-nog flowed in a silver bowl wid de
juice uv de muscadine.
We fiddled all day in de cabin, we danc ed
all night in de hall,
An’ now de Big House all lit up fur de
white fo’ks Christmus ball.
Dey danced de old ferginny, dey ri pped
and r’ar’d to de jig,
An’ when dey got ernuff uv dat t’wuz
whisky an’ roasted pig-
(lut dat ain’t de tale a pesterin’ me —
jes, listen at dis ole nig!)
Den cum de nuts an’ de apples, de
speechifyin’ an’ toasts;
“Did you ur’r see a nigger,” ole Mars-
ter axed, ‘‘dat didn’t b’Teeve in ghosts
He sed it wid winks a-laffin’ an’de
cump’ny all sed, “No!”
An’ den I bowed wid a curt’sy bow as
a backward scrape uv my toe:
“May it please you, Marster,white fo’ks
all, now dat’s intended fur me,
But heah’s a nigger dat ain’t a-skeered
of ghostes,es you shall see!
Trot out yo’ sperrits,“sez I, “dis night-
funs spooks to good whisky!”
Den Marster laff, an’ wink wid a
mighty wink—
Sez he: “Heah’s ten uv de Eagle’s coin
ef you ha f es game es you think.
Now you go up to de ha’nted ho use
nigh de graveyahd whar dey sleep,
An’ if you stay tell de break uv day,
dis ten am your’n to kee p !”
“May it please you, Marser, white fo’ks
all,” sed I wid anu’rr bow,
“I nuver heerd nuthin’ servig' ous es
dat,nur look es good, So I vow.
It’s pickin’ it up in de road,” sez I,“an.
I’ll start fur dat money now!"
—We have got the new dormitory
nearly ready for the boys to move in.
The boys are looking forward to the
time when we shall move in.
—Mr. E. H. Snow had a squad of
colored boys cleaning out our well
after they got through with their well,
and they did a good job.
—Albert Jordan one of our old boys
who is out on parole visited the in
stitution this week. Albert is doing
fine and we wish him success.
—Judge R. E. Davison one of the
Prison Commissioners, accompained by
Supt. J. M Burke of the State Prison
Farm, paid the institution a visit this
week.
—Mr. C. A. Herndon an expert
lumber from Miller Bros. Macon, Qa.
as started to work putting in the
plumbing in our new building and
he seems to know his business.
—Mr. J. R. McCullough one of our
old officers came out this week and paid
us a visit on business taking back
with him Sidney McKenney one of
our oldest boys. We hope Sidney will
make good.
I tuck three drinks an’ started out fur
de house in de lonely wood,
I trotted along in de moonlight dim an’
whistled es loud es 1 cu’d.
I seed de spot by de cabin do’ whar de
muhdered man wuz foun’,
An’ it wuz ba’r, fur de grass wouldn’t
grow on dat ar spot uv groun’.
But I knowed I hadn’t done nuffin’ to
him, so I opens de creechy do’,
An’de win’hit moan th’oo de crevice
crack an’ den hit moan some mo’:—
Zo—o o-Zoo, it say, an’ den—my
Lawd! Meow-me—o!
My blood froze stiff, fur dar in de room
a great big black cat stood,
Wid eyes es big es a risin’ moon an’ a
tail like a bushy wood.
An’ he sot his great big yaller eyes on
mine fur a cunjer spell, »
An’ roun’ an’ roun’ he circled roun’ ’
enticin’ me to hell! !
But I kep’ my eyes on dem demon eyes
fur I knowed ef de spell wa’nt broke
He’d gallop wid me to hell an’ back in
de twis’ of de witch’s yoke !
Roun an’roun’ wid his witch’s eyes,
an’ na’r one uv us spoke.
Maxims for Business Men
We often 'hear the expression
that so and so failed in business
because "he bit off more than be
could chew in other words, took
on bigger job than he could man
age. In the opinion, however, of
Hertrert Casson, who has been
speaking in behalf o* the conven
tion ot business men which was
held at Toronto, Canada, recently,
an excellent maxim for the business
man to bear in mind is, “Hite off
more than juu can chew—and chew
it.”
Among other maxims he gave
are the following :
System is not everything. You
can go to the bad systematical*
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An advertising man is a saver
built like a spender, just as an oys
ter is a fish built like a nut.
The right place to cut prices
is in the factory. The man who
cuts prices in the shop does so be
cause he luis not the brains to sell
h«s goods.
The development of the motor
industry is due to the skill of the
salesmen who were selling cars for
seven )ears before the manufactur
ers knew how to make them.
Sell good goods. We have found
out that it doesn’t pay to beat. We
have found that the Golded Rule
brings in gold.—Industrial School
Times
At las’ he sees it wouldn't wuck, au,
den he clum on a cheer
An’ put his paw right under his jaw an’
spit out blue ambeer!
An’ den he tuck sum brimstone snuff
f’um a box uv fiah, an’ shakes
His tail tell ev’ry ha’r stood da’r, an
Lawd! dey wuz little snakes!
An’ den he laff a’ sateful laff an’sez he,
“How-do-you-do’r
Does you kno’ dar ain’t nobody heah
but des’ us bully boys two?
Sez I, as I tuck a runnin' start, sez I,
“Dis leaves des’ you !“
I run tell I drap on a san’ bank five
miles by de wildgoose trail,
Wid little witches playin’craps on de
flap uv my ole coat tail.
Behussed an’ winded I had to drap,
but I’d hardly hit de san’
Befo’ dar cum in his grabe-clothes de
deades’ kind uv a man!
But he hilt de head uv a still deader
man in ’is arms an’ hit grinned an spit,
’An puckered his lips au’ sod: “ole
man you sho’ly kin run a bit!"
“My Lawd!" sez I, a startin’ erg’in, ‘you
hain’t seed no runnin’ yit!”
—Tayior-Trotwood Magazine.
Can You Ymagive A Time WbeD Tb* Fut*re Citizen WiP * Tb^*? of T^.e Patt?—W*