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PEARSON TRIBUNE. Published Weekly by Tribune Publishing Company. Member 11th District Press Association 1!. T. ALLEN, Editor. KnU n <1 at the- ITmtoffkre in Pearson, Georgia, as mall matter of the ttecond claws. Subscription price, 91.00 a year in advance. 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 a 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®! 1! , i ! ••• * y . • 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. ,t. i ■ iL ■ 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.