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Current History, for October, carries an
article by Col. Ransom H. Gillett in whie
prohibition is pictured as a failure.
Who is this Colonel Gillett?
He is Attoney for the A nti-Prohib itioni'sts
—In other words, Col. Gillett is spokesman for
the boot-leggers.
Ordinarily, the public wouldn’t attach very
much importance to a bootlegger’s “reasons”
why prohibition is a “failure”; but when a
gentleman, wearing the proud title “Colonel”,
preaches to us on a subject we have to take
notice.
And besides, in this article by Col. Gillett,
published alongside the “reasons” is the Colo¬
nel’s, picture, and he is a handsome man, to be
sure. In.fact, there .is more real argument in
the picture than there is in the article itself.
I presume that the Association Against
the Prohibition Amendment pays spokesman
Gillett a fat salary for Ills labors. Where
does this money come from? The bootleggers
pay it, of course.
All lawyers take an oath to support the
Constitution of the United States and the laws
of this Government, and when the attorney for
the bootleggers attacks the prohibition amend¬
ment, he attacks the Constitution of his coun¬
try and thereby violates his oath.
When a man violates his oath, he becomes
a perjurer, and perjurers are not entitled to
much patience.
The bootleggers’ make much ado about
loss of revenue, etc.
Why should bootleggers kick about that?
They pay no taxes, and one of the principal
violators at Savannah, Georgia, who made
more than five million dollars bootlegging,
failed to pay the Government any income tax
at all, and he is now under indictment.
Does Col. Gillett speak for the Savannah
(bootleggers?
Do Savannah bootleggers contribute to the
Association Against the Prohibition Amend¬
ment?
While Congress is investigating various
and sundry matters, it might be well to inves
tigate this' society of criminals, who defy the
Constitution and laws of the-United
and -who pay high-priced lawyers to write!
newspaper and magazine articles in their fa
tvor.
There is nothing to be said in favor of
repealing the Prohibition amendment. It is a
|>art of the Constitution, and it is a fixture,
iThe liquor question is settled, and one might
as well revive the slavery question.
There is nothing to l,e said in favor of re
pealing or modifying the Volstead law. It is
r part, of the Code d£ this Government, and it
Is a fixture.
Prohibition is a success, and _ where the
Government has lost one dollar, in revenue,
society has saved one thousand in property
Bud in human life.
£To escape payment of taxes due the Govern¬
ment, the Standard Oil Company paid its divi¬
dends in stocks.
Instead of handing John D. Rockefeller
gash dividends, the Directors paid him off in
ttock dividends.
Your common sense tells you that if the
^etock dividends were not worth as much to
Standard Oil patriots as cash, said patriots
(would not accept them.
The U. S. Supreme court handed down a
decision, several months ago, relieving stock
dividends from Federal taxation.
The Associated Press news for October
10 informs you that “Standard Oil Gain is
Billion Dollars.”
Ordinarily, the GoA r ernment Avould be en¬
titled to its taxes on this undivided surplus,
but the Supreme Court deals tenderly with the
Big Rich and the taxes justly due by the rich
are, by law, shifted to the backs of the poor.
Does the world forget what took place in
the Balkans in 1914?
There is no place in all the world where
more tragedy is born than in the- Balkans.
Imagine this: What if the Turk should
gross the Bosphorus, pass into Thrace and
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cupy Constantinople, and thence to Western
Thrace and plant'his bloody banner in Salon
ika
That very thing would have occurred, a
few days ago, had it not been for Great
Britain.
(This article was written by the late Sena¬
tor Thos. E .Watson, over twenty years ago.
The death of his ? little daughter “Louise,”
was the inspiration for this exquisite- bit of
prose-poetrv. A. L. L.)
Long ago, Charles Lamb wrote an essay
on “Dream Children.” He had known what it
was to be tenderly attached to a good woman,
whom he could not wed. Always poor, burden¬
ed with the duty of caring for a sister who was
more or less insane, the gentle recluse went his
way, in mournful resignation, leaving his lady¬
love to become the wife of another, and more
fortunate man. But Lamb never escaped “the
quiet sense of something lost.” Affectionate
in disposition, upright and pure in character,
the domestic circle would have been to Charles
Lamb an Eden of bliss. So it was that, in his
later years, he brooded over what “might have
been”; called around his knee the children of
his fancy; and upon these, the ethereal crea¬
tions of his brain, bestowed the caresses which
actual children never came to enjoy.
In the imagination of Lamb, the dream
children are those that are longed for; or those
that should have come and did not. But these
are not the only ones that might be called
“Dream Children.”
Charles Dickens was referring to the other
class, in “Little Dorritt,” when Mr. Meagles,
who had lost one of his daughter^ in her child¬
hood, speaks of the dead child, as growing up
by the side of her surviving sister.
Yes, the children which should have coxne
and did nob are Dream Babies, bat so , al so , are
those which should have stayed with us, after
they came—and did not.
These seemed to die, and to the world they
are dead—forever lost. A narrow ridge in the
churchyard, a tablet, with a name and a date
—that is all. But, to the grief-racked parents,
the child is not altogether dead. In that
Dreamland which is as mpen a part of us as
the visible world itself, the child lives; it comes
back to us now and then; reminds us of every
little word and caress; and wrings our hearts,
once more with infinite pain.
In “Little Dorritt,” Charles Dickens fan
c sister, j es that becoming the dead taller child grows she apace Avith taller, its
as grows
<ddei ' as she grows older,
is not so, at ali. The great novelist,
f hoso 801,1 sympathized with every living erea
U10 ’ 0116 ol 11S <nv mistakes, m dealing
AU 1 10 1 r6ani Children. , ,
They do not change. Time halted at their
grave: no more could he take or give. What
they Avere, the day they died, they remain.
Children they Avere, when Deatli hushed their
lips and froze their little hands,—children they
are, in Dreamland.
The tracks that were all about the yard,
on the dreadful day when sickness seized her,
were still there when you came back from the
funeral,—the tracks of a child at play: and
while the merciful wind and rain and the pars¬
ing of other feet, soon hid these tiny foot¬
prints, the tracks that she would now make, if
she could leave the borders of Dreamland,
would still tit the little shoes that are laid
away.
You sometimes hear her voice, some tiine
when the day is done, and the Spirit of Silence
has locked a slumbering world; and the voice
is that which you heard when she climbed upon
your knee, and laid one hand to one cheek,
saying, “This side, Mama’s” lending the other
to your kiss.
No, they do not grow up, along Avith the
surviving children,—no, indeed! Carved upon
memory by the stern hand of Grief, their little
figures are as immortally young, as the marble
children following the motionless procession
upon a Grecian frieze.
You do not place her, in your fancy, be
■side the young people in the ball-room, or on
the tennis ground, or even in the school. Mo:
she is too young: to be there. She Avrild not
he in her proper place. Nor is she apt to join
the other children, even of her own aga, injthe
morning, or at mid-day. . |
Thomson, Georgia, Monday, Or ' 30, 1922 .
The firm policy adopted by the British
government 1 I, for prevented believe another that Great World Britain War. is
one,
entitled to the world’s thanks for checking the
butchery f of the Turks.
When the Hearst newspapers continue _ to
DREAM CHILDREN.
£ No: she comes in the quiet, melancholy af¬
ternoon, when the shadows are growing longer,
when the hurly-burly of tbetday is done. Then,
if there should be any little children playing
about in the yard, or lingering on the lawn,
she will come.
You will her with playmates ot „ her
r see J
lancy her . mingling • r
own age; you may voice
with theirs: once more, comes the holiest and
sweetest of all melodies, her laughter of the
years gone by.
Your other children grow up, pass out of
the home, are swallowed up in the great big
world. But the Bream Children never leave
you.
There is a plaintive Scotch song whose
burden is, the SAveetheart’s answer to her
pleading lover,
“I must not leave the old folks yet, we’d
better bide a wee.” ,
But the Dream children are yet more in
.separable from the home and parental love:
they abide with you evermore.
* To the livin S sometimes feel like say
ing, “Oh that we could l^ep you just as you
are,—always a child, always innocent, always
free from care and sin and suffering.”
f f The If ream Children are so—they, only.
They never pass beyond the pace where sleep
soothes every disappontment, cures every
wound, hushes every sob, dries every tear.
Eternally- mug, eternally pure, she is
yours yet,—a child, as she was the day you
closed her eyes.
Upon every Christmas Eve, she comes in¬
to the stillrten* of the Library; and hangs
her, little stocking up, in the fireplace, just as
she used to do. The' other children learned
the secret of Santa Claus, long ago; and they
quit hanging up -their stockings on Christmas
Eve. But she never learned the secret: she
will never learn it, iioav; and, in Dreamland,
she still loves Santa Claus. So it is—she comes
softly into the Library, every Christmas Eve,
and hangs up the little stocking, just as she
did, in those days Avhen you did not know how
much soul-anguish quivered in the voice that
was heard in Ramah.
In you and in mo, * . the confliot gee’s on,'
forever, between the evil spirit and the good.
Today, the Evil Genius takes possession of us,
and we sin. Then, the good Angel gains the
upper hand, and we repent -bitterly what Ave
did yesterday—-and we do good tomorrow.
\vhen the Angel of our better self is with us,
the sunshine is brighter, the soug of the bird
is sweeter, the faces of friends reflect our hap
piness, the home circle glows witli joyous ani
mation, and our souls expand to embrace all
mankind.
When the Evil Genius comes, it is another
world that we are in; and we are different be¬
ings. The malign Pontiff of the invisible pa
paev has put all nature and all nations under
a blighting Interdict.
Joy flees, laughter dies away, the East
wind blows; the clouds are leaden and low; we
have no friends; home yields no happiness;
life is not worth living.
Who has not experienced this? Happy
the man who has not. But thrice happy the
man who, being the victim of such a curse, will
try and try, and try again, to -break the
spell ot this tremendous Excommumeation. 1
And the Dream Children?
They, also, dare not cross the dead-line
of the Interdict. On the dreadful day of Ex
communication, they, also, avoid us. In the
death-struggles of fierce and ruthless passions,
they have no place They can only come, when
the Evil One has been thrown out. But, when
the spell has passed, when the heavens smile
again, then the Lost One comes; then she sits
upon the knee again; then her head nestles
gainst the breast again; and once more is
heard the old-time music of her voice, as she
puls a little hand to one of her chbeks, she
says, “This side, Mama’s. The other, you
may kiss,—as you yield to the infantile impe
rialism, which reserves a realm saei‘ed to her
mother.
Issued Weekly
preach anti-British sermons, in face of the fact
that Great Britain every now and then renders
the entire world a great service, it goes to show
that Mr. Hearst is willing to preach almost
anything in order to sell his publications.
When Senator Wm. J. Harris returned
from Europe, the daily newspapers announced
that the Georgia Senator favored cancellation
of America’s loans to European nations.
Those of us in Georgia who know Senator
Harris did not, for a moment, belierve that he
advocated such an absurd suggestion. We are
now informed hv Senator Harris that he does
not favor cancellation of these loans, and, fol
, lowing . , ins . statement , , , the subiect, the other
on J ’
mem , °f ie party , , have, by denied
)(>1S “ one one,
the original statement attributed to them,
In the first place, Congress has no Con¬
stitutional power to cancel such debts, and be
sides it would be utterl disll0Tiest £oi . Con .
gress to tax tire American people in order to
11ialf0 t° foreigners,
Your daily papers tell you that American
charity has saved the lives of millions of suf¬
ferers in all parts of the world; the Hoovers
have Wed 118 waite and American money, food,
and clothing have been dished out to the beg
gars the world over; and the impression pre
rails throughout the stricken sections of the
earth that your Uncle Sam is the world’s Big
Brother, free and easy with his cash.
Don’t you think that we have done enough,
or at, least, our share, in caring for the world’s
unfortunate, without violating the Constitution
our Country and making an additional gift
°f several billions of dollars loaned to our AI
lies during the late war?
Where are the “fruits” of the late confer¬
ence in Washington?
When President Harding invited the pow
ers t° meet at our capital, and dismiss various
and sundry topics, and draw up articles of
“good faith, m a mutual love,” and “peace on
earth” \ve were told by the powers-that-be
that there would be no more wars and that all
, reduce and
0 11u 10118 n 01, < armies navies to
the minimum,
An enthusiastic cuss announced that Great
Bri *“ “L J *? m WOTl j
lhe Washington Post, daily blow-horn
for the administration, told us that the confei’
ence marked the boundaries of a new era.
The Atlanta Constitution threAV a. couple
of fita> and everybody inside the lunatic asy- J
lums believed that never again would this
troubled world hear a whisper of Avar,
We learn that France and Italy are treat
j n g the conference as a joke, and that instead
of reducing her army, France increases it to
huge proportions, adding thousands of negro
t roo P s to her army, and these negro soldiers
are taught the dangerous lessons of murder
and social equality.
with this attitude on the part of France
and Ital neither Great Britain nor the United
States , feeIs „ , safe „ . . battleships
111 scra PP m £ or
reducing standing armies.
The Near East is a menace to the world.
it begins to dawn on many of our dream
erg that human flesh i s the same today that it
y^rday. . If TJ , the world ,, , has made , any
progress in the direction of peace, I fail to see
it. And I cannot believe that this world will
ever enjoy peace until sin and selfishness are
banished; and both sin and selfishness domi
nated at the Paris conference and the Wash
ingtou get-together congregation.
The Nations forgot God in 1914, and the
statesmen at Paris refused to treat with Christ
in 1918, and if any Christianity, or brotherly
i ov e, f ound a place in Washington, during the
late conference, nobody heard anything about
.
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The Nations refuse to build the house upr
on the rocksl
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