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We Are at War:
Localise Germany made war on us,
sunk our ships, and killed our
<-it izen.s.
To assert and to defend our rights.
To make good our claim that we
are a free nation.
To have the kind of institutions
we wish.
To live the kind of life we have de
termined to live.
—Secretary of Agriculture.
Lei rid of the worthless cur and
feed your scraps to a pig rather
I ban a pup.
This is a newspaper announce
ment: “Hardwick is on the run."
lie delivered himself of his Milieu
speech at Sparta last Friday, but
Lillie Hardwick refused to remain
and hear Lillie Harwell's reply,
lie knew that hi' would get a
skinning, sneli as he deserves.
11 is claimed t hat within I hree
or four years the Failed Stales
can arm, equip and prepare for
service 15,000,000 men, and gather
into the war treasury SIOO,OOO,
000,000, without crippling her fi
nancial strength or interrupting
its industrial progress. This is
surely some count ry!
It is stated that New York City
has cut out her w hite way, and no
electric signs will be displayed be
yomi II p. in. These sacrifices are
made to conserve fuel. The sav
ing will amount to 50 per cent.
AII other cit ics should follow the
example. Neither are absolutely
necessary at any time.
President W ilson has said the
railroads of the Failed States are
going to be operated during this
war if the government has to take
them over and run them. The
old man is becoming impatient
and he means business. Don't
take it as a sweet unct ion to your
soul that W oodrow Wilson has no
courage, no backbone.
Some newspapers on this side of
the big point animadvert severely
upon the upheavals in (Ireal Lrit
ain and France and the change of
cabinets whenever same leader
makes a mistake. There is noth
ing strange about it. The same
things in effect occur in America.
An administration has to be very
careful and a mistake of its offici
als costs it a dismissal from [tower.
The method is different, but the
results are the same.
The w ill of .James M. Smith, the
late millionaire farmer, of Smith
sonia, l’ptnam county, has been
found by one of the administra
tors, among a mass of old deeds,
and its genuineness is undisputed.
It has already been probated ip
common form and, later, w ill be
proven in solemn form. It sud
denly puts an end to the multiply
ing lawsuits as to whom were
Smith's heirs. No doubt Judge
Speer breathes an air of relief
now that this batch of complicated
labor is off bis hands.
The Toombs county court-house,
built at a cost of $51,000, was de
stroyed by tire Wednesday morn
ing. No important county records
nor papers w ere burned, being in
the \.mils they passed through the
fire intact. There was insurance
on the building, library and furni
ture aggregating 822.500. The su
l>erior court, which was to convene
next Monday, has boon adjourned
except such business as can be
transacted without a jury. The
city of Lyons has tendered the use
of the school buildings and audito
rium for court purposes.
War Y. M. C. A. In France.
A strenuous campaign has just
closed, in which has bee., secured
$56,000,000 of American money
for the purpose of carrying on the
work of the "War Y. M. C. A.”
Few people who have contributed
to this immense fund have stop
ped to consider how their money
is to be spent. For their infor
mation the Tribune reprints from
The Outlook, for September, a
couple of paragraphs:
"There are 4.29 branches of the
Y. ,M. (’. A. in France and Flan
ders. Each branch has many dis
tricts, so there are more than 1600
f stations within the actual war
zone. In more than 500 prison
camps in England and France the
Y workers are caring for 6,000,000
prisoners, organizing schools, ar
ranging game tournaments and
holding religious services.
"What the American Y. .VI. ('.
A. is doing may be learned from
one shipload recently sent from
this country to France. 'This con
sigiiment included 200,000 letter
heads, 100,000 envelopes, 10,000
pounds of sugar, five tons of milk
chocolate, 600 dozen packages ol
biscuits, 20 barrels of flour, 20,00<
packages of chewing gum, 500 fol
ding chairs, 10 folding organs, 100
moving picture machines, 1000'
talking machines, 5000 records.
500,000 phonograph needles, 1,000
quarts of ink, 504,000 pens, 100,
800 penholders, 100,800 pencil-.
500 baseball gloves, 100 baseball
bats, 200 basket balls, 5,000 base
balls, 7,000 sets of checkers, 20,000
Testaments, 10,000 hymn books.
2,000 blankets, 500 camp cots, too
typewriters and 1,200 magazine
holders.
Some of the people, who con
tributed to tliis immense fund, if
called upon to give a dollar or two
to buy an outfit for the local ama
teur baseba 11 team, for tin* rlelei
tat,ion, amusement and inspiration
of Hu* boys at home, would not
only refuse but kick like bay
steers at this prodigality. Still
these same people, under theguise
of "religious services,” contribute
from $5 to $25 each to furnish
base ball outfits with which to dis
perse the ennui of 6,000,000 (ter
man prisoners.
It maybe humanitarian, but it
is not the conservation of our re
sources calculated to help win tin
war. Mar is not humanitarian
ism in any sense of the word, and
we are at war w ith an enemy who
knows and cares nothing for tin
inanity, except as it helps to win
the war.
Hon. (larlaud M. Jones, of New
nan, Coweta county, is loading in
the race for congress from the
fourth district to succeed Judge
W. <’. Adamson, resigned. He
went into the congressional con
vention at Greenville, Meriwoath
er county, yesterday with ten
votes. Hon. A. I’. Persons, of
Talbot ton, Talbot county is bis
highest opponent, with eight
votes. It requires seventeen to
nominate. The Tribune trusts
that Mr. Jones will land the plum
because: first, be possesses all tin*
requisites of an ideal congressman:
and, second, as a member of the
legislature he w as a staunch friend
of Atkinson county and did much
to help put the measure through
t he house.
The United States government
has recently bought three million,
four hundred thousand pounds of
sugar from the Savannah Sugar
Refining Corporation. The bulk
of this sugar is destined for the
soldiers training at the various
canifxs in this section. Because of
its location and the fact it is the
only refinery between New Orleans
and Philadelphia the government
is buying most of the sugar for
southern camps through this re
finery. Although other sections
have been short on sugar. Savan
nah and the southeast has not
been affected.
The Tribune agrees with the
< Villa Star that there is no such
thing as a clean carnival. None
of these moral aggregations have
visited Pearson this season and it
is hoped they will stay away.
PEARSON TRIBUNE, NOVEMBER 2:5, 1917
EL
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Old Pala Mission.
THE pilgrims to Canterbury
walk upon a way polished by
the feet of history and rich
In an atmosphere of majes
tic antiquity. Association with Roman,
Briton, Piet, Scot, Dane, Celt and Nor
man has clothed it with personality,
glorifying what would otherwise be
mere geographical locality, and the
spirits of humans of all later times are
drawn to it as the dividing point be
tween paganism and Christianity to
the English-speaking world.
But if we of today were to walk
upon the historic highway in the far
West, called El (’amino Real, we could
not dream ourselves back into the day
when the brown-robed Franciscans
went forth and back upon it. treading
the tender grass of winter or raising
the golden dust-clouds of summer, be
■•attse that way is hard-paved today,
mil the pilgrim’s dream would be sad
ly broken by the dodging of the auto
mobiles which have claimed the way
as a personal possession, writes Neeta
■Marquis in the Los Angeles Times.
But to the automobilixt who has a
mind for the past as well as an eye for
ilie present, there is a wealth of charm
to he found on the road marked by
rile mile-post bells, particularly in
i raveling from Los Angeles to San
Diego, at the road’s very beginning.
It was cool and deliciously foggy
when we left Los Angeles, soon after
sight o'clock, and one of the first sur
prises, when we reached the real coun
try, was to find the air sweet with
Uie fragrance of orange blossoms and
roses. 1 had fancied the orange trees
not yet In flower, and the roses very
argel.v gone for a while, but acres of
both were there to confound me. Dahl
ias almost as big as cabbages
nodded their gorgeous crimson and
magenta heads from country door
vards, and in n bowerlike river bed
we saw* a company of tourists out of
their machines gathering green castor
beans, perhaps under the impression
that they were horse chestnuts.
In the open stretches, the blue dis
tance of fog were artistically set oft
by golden hedges of wild mustard and
sunflowers. At intervals all along the
road the rose racks set up by an en
terprising public spirit were often full
of bloom, mostly with the warm-scent
ed “Ragged Robins," of velvety crim
son. We even met a country girl driv
ing, who, having the prettiest of pink
faces and being dressed in pink, look
ed like a Ducliesxp rose herself.
To San Juan Capistrano.
We crossed the great San Joaquin
ranch through miles of small, golden
bean stalks, which shaded into dis
tances of amber against the blue-veiled
hills. It looked as if it had taken ns
many Mexicans as are enlisted with
Villa to rake those stacks into such
geometrically spaced order.
In the bill country beyond, the rich
brown of tarweed, whose sweet pun
gency filled the air with healing, whole
some balm, covered all the landscape,
and exquisitely subtle colors were
brought out under the cloud-mottled
sky. Ever and again the black-green
of eucalyptus clumps made picture
like effects against the tawny fields.
Faith, this was a long road, and less
varied, when the padres trod It in the
olden time!
It was down a canyon dotted with
great sycamores that we finally came
upon the artist-haunted ruins of Mis
sion San Juan Capistrano.
This spot is crassly modern com
pared with really ancient things, yet
it has its own atmosphere of relative
antiquity. I never have gazed on the
pyramids or the Sphinx. St. Peter’s
at Rome. Notre Dame and St. Mar
tin’s at Canterbury are, so far, only
names and pictures to me. Even Ply
mouth Rock is very remote in personal
association as well as distance. But
my latent reverence for the finger
marks of time and the monuments to
human ideals came up at sight of these
singularly quaint and beautiful re
mains of a period rich in romance
and devout dreams on this golden
western slope.
Beauties of the Ruins.
Pomegranate trees and dusty red
geraniums grew in front of the ruined
walls rising against the pale blue of
a noonday sky. Where the whitewash
was gone, the ruins were a rich golden
brown in tone. The front of the build
ing was disappointing at first glimpse.
The yard was bare and bleak looking,
the monument raised to Junipero
Serra, and a luxuriant green pepper
tree being the only outstanding re
liefs. But it was when we wandered
unguided through the long arcades on
the inner court, penetrating into musty
rooms within the three-foot walls and
swinging the massive wooden doors to
behind tis, treading upon the worn old
flagging curved to fit the feet of priest
and neophyte of long ago, that the
real atmosphere of the place comes
over us.
I tried to forget the half-dozen au
tomobiles standing outside on the
road, and the groups of tourist-folk,
who, curious-eyed, were making per
functory pilgrimage there at that same
hour, and instead of taking a cursory
glance and motoring on again, I asked
permission for onr small party to eat
our lunch in the long shady arcade
overlooking the Inner court, where the
kindly green of ivy was clinging to
the bared bricks of the arches.
It was not hard to rebuild in mem
ory those broken arches encircling the
patio, even across there where a small
laundry was dangling in pathetic in
congruity, and imagine the place
rich with green growing things—lus
| clous figs and grapes and oranges, and
other transplantings from Catalonia,
Castile and Old Mexico. Then, upon
just such a quiet, peaceful noonday
as tbis. Padre Anselnto and Padre
Miguel might have been sitting on this
, selfsame old bench, looking across the
luxuriant greenness to where the
brown arches merged into the summer
brown of that selfsame hill beyond,
i against the same soft blue sky. The
hill nnd the sky remain unchanged
now, but the arches are crumbling and
the padres nre dust.
We bade farewell to San Juan Capi
strano nnd took the curving road
again. A great brown hill sloped down
to meet an unbelievable blue ocean,
and from here on the sea was scarce
ly once out of sight.
“Truly.” I said, drinking deep of
that beauty of color and contour, “this
is a picture country, if there ever was
one!"
Those stretches along the water,
down close to the sand where the ice
plant grew, were a delight. After long
miles marked off by the picturesque
bells, we passed San Onofre canyon
and San Onofre creek opening into the
sea, the canyon widening to hold as
magnificent a grove of sycamores us
there is in southern California.
We climbed the scarred and pictur
esque heights where the Torrey pines
crouch in the wind like giant bodies
with craven spirits. From this com
manding vantage point we looked
across the valley away from the sea.
where colors of vegetation and colors
of soil mingled in singularly rich va
riety.
And at last we saw the city of our
destination shining ahead in the after
noon light, a white city, like Cadiz,
overlooking the sea.
Mint and Rue.
In the eleventh chapter of St. Luke,
verse 42 It states: “Woe unto you,
Pharisees! for ye tithe mint and rue,
and all manner of herbs.” Mint is
mentioned no other place in the Bible.
In this day and age, or at least In this
country, both mint and rue have run
wild until In some places they are a
menace to better plants. Both seek
only damp soils yet both are quite re
sistant to drought as the root system
still lives long after tops are de
stroyed and will put forth again and
again. It is evident that in olden
times these plants were of great eco
nomic importance in both culinary and
medicinal departments. Today, while
mint Is widely used, largely in manu
facture of perfumes, the use of rue
has practically ceased.
No Longer Quiet.
Bill—Do you remember my brother?
Gill—Oh, yes, very well.
“Remember how quiet he used to be
at school?”
“Yes. indeed.”
“Well, look at him now.”
“What’s the matter with him now?”
“He’s a bass drummer.”
l/lSlt to
V Cyclades®!
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THE Greek islands, many of
which have taken a prominent
part in the Venezelist move
ment, are full of Interest to the
student of classical mythology, the
artist, and the geologist. The follow
ing account in the Sphere describes a
visit to one particular group—the .Cy
clades. We were warned that we must
know Greek and that Athens would
interest us very much, but the Cy
clades not at all! I was not, however
to he put off; we started one evening
from Piraeus—two ladies alone—and
after two nights and a day anchored
in the pretty little harbor of Santorin;
and there, 900 feet above us, perched
on the top of the eliff, lies the modern
town of Thera, or Phera.
A collection of boys with their don
keys were waiting to take up the pas
sengers and their luggage, as there are
no carriages, and a 20 minutes’ ride
along a zigzag path brought us to the
summit. The less said about the ho
tels the better, but with the assistance
of some kind friends, a charming ride
was arranged for the following day.
We went to the top of Mount Elias,
the highest point of the island, and
down below at our feet was Messa- I
vouna, the ancient town of Thera, full
of interesting old remains. In Greek
legend, the island of Thera was con
nected with the story of the Argo
nauts, and was represented as sprung
from a clod of earth which was pre
sented to those heroes by Triton. After
the fourth Crusade it received the
name of Santorin, i. e.. St. Irene, the
patron saint of the place.
Standing on a Volcano.
From earliest times it lias been a
center of volcanic agency; we were
reminded of this on the Knumene
islands, where the heat of the water,
the smell of the sulphur, and the
smoke that oozed out under our feet
made it very evident that we were
standing on the crater, and I was
thankful when we got safely off to the
harbor, where we had to wait for our
boat, which was to take us to Naxos.
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Town and Harbor of Syra.
There we sat on a terrace listening to
the soothing sound of the water
against the fishing hoats and watching
the approaching night coining on,
faintly lit up by a beautiful new moon.
About nine o'clock our Greek steamer
appeared through the darkness, bril
liantly lit up, and slowly glided into
the harbor; it was like a scene in
fairyland.
Early next morning we reached
Naxos; the town stretches picturesque
ly up the slopes of a rock hill rising j
from the sandy beach and dominated
by the ruined castle of the Frankish j
dukes.
I Two nights were all we could spend
i here as we were anxious to get on to j
Delos. On inquiry we heard that no |
! steamers went there; that two Eng
i lishmen had once crossed in a little j
| open boat, but that it was a dangerous j
i undertaking. Being a fine day. I de
i termined to risk it and to start at
: once. A little sailing boat, the Evan
' gelista, was got ready, and at 2 o’clock
i we were under way, with our crew
i of four Greek sailors, and myself at
the helm.
What a pleasure was that sail across
the .Fgean sea, “spell-bound within
the clustering Cyclades’’! A feeling
of mystery and awe came over us as
the night began to fall and we entered
the sacred harbor of Delos.
Sacred Isle of Delos.
There are no hotels on this island —
in fact, it is absolutely without a per
manent inhabitant —but we had met
the director of the French excavations
Island of Santorin.
in Piraeus, and he had very kindly of
fered to put us up. However, as tho
wire we had sent never reached him,
our arrival caused him no little sur
prise; he had seen our boat, and
thought we were Greeks carrying con
traband goods.
Delos is the smallest but the most
famous of the Cyclades, and the birth
place of Diana and Apollo, to whom it
has been forever sacred. In 426
B. C., to ensure the sanctity of the
island, the Athenians passed a law
that anyone whose condition seemed
to threaten its pollution by either
birth or death should be at once re
moved, and finally they expelled all
i secular inhabitants.
The following morning Monsieur
Replat took us all over the ruins,
which are very extensive; he had a
good deal to do with the excavations
at Delphi, and considers these even
more interesting. We saw the site of
the ancient city where, under the
Roman empire, a thousand slaves were
often put up for sale in a single day.
Further on was the portico erected by
Philip of Macedon, and the base of the
colossal statue dedicated to the Delian
Apollo by the people of Naxos.
Climbing to the rocky peak of Mount
Cyntbus, we came upon a theater of
beautiful Parian marble, and a little
further on the remains of a very early
temple of Isis. But our time was near
ly up; below in the harbor we could
see the Evangelista with our crew
ready, Impatient to start, and after
a hurried lunch we took leave of our
kind host nnd sailed for Syra, and so
to the Piraeus.
GROW FIGS IN FLOWER POTS
Fruit Will Ripen If Given the Same
Treatment That Is Accorded the
Rubber Plant.
The fig is one of the oldest fruits
known, and since It has become known
that figs can be grown in pots and
fruited in the conservatory or in the
open ground, where there is three
months warm summer weather, there
has been a great demand for the
quick-bearing varieties by people anx
ious to grow fresh figs. These vari
eties begin to fruit by the time the
young shoots are 6 Inches long and
form a tig at every leaf. Unlike ap
ples, peaches and other fruits of the
kind, the fig is more like the raspberry
or blackberry in the respect that the
fruit does not ripen all at one time.
Figs continue to develop and ripen
fruit until checked by cold weather.
For pot culture the fig requires about
the same treatment as a rubber plant,
and if supplied with plenty of water
the fruit will .ripen. Vigorous plants
will have fruit in all stages of devel
opment, from the smallest green fruit
to the ripe figs ready for picking and
eating.
Celeste hears rather small fruit of
high quality, but is not very produc
tive. Ischia has a green exterior, the
inside of the fruit being blood red.
Hirtu Japan is an abundant bearer and
Magnolia bears large pear-shaped
fruit.
One fig enthusiast writes that his
figs stood zero weather last year,
though when first set out freezing
weather would kill them. As they be
! come acclimated the plants stand cold
jer weather. A gardener In Pennsyl
| vania says her fig tree has withstood
:20 winters with protection. The tree
! is bent over to the ground in winter
and covered with straw and earth.