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Voi. 41
Savannah And The Port
Issue.
An interesting side-light on the recent
Georgia primaries was the poor showing made
by the candidates who advocated building a
State-owned port at Savannah.
There was Dr. Kittreil, of Laurens, father
of the Port idea. He got the worst licking
ever administered a candidate; and his own
people in Laurens county, did it.
Dr. Kittrell, has to my knowledge, render¬
ed his community many big services, and in
trying to put forward the port issue, he, as hi3
political enemies admit, worked hard for what
he deemed to be Georgia’s good.
Governor T. W. Hardwick stepped in, at
the last moment, and championed Savannah’s
claim to the port, after he failed to receive
any big support from Brunswick, St. Mary’s,
and Darien.
When W T . J. Harris defeated Senator
Hardwick,. Saviannali and Chatham County
gave Mr. Harris his biggest majority. In his
race for Governor, in 1920, Mr. Hardwick
promised to send the State militia to Savan¬
nah, to “clean up Bishop Kelley and his slave
pens,” and one of his first official acts, after
seating himself in the Gubernatorial chair, was
to write the notorious Alex. Lawrence, of Sa
vannah, if the Veazy law was being enforced
in Savannah.
Of course, Mr. Lawrence answered by say
ing that the Veazy law was being enforced to
the letter, and Governor Hardwick accepted
this assurance at its face value and did not at¬
tempt to enforce the Veazy law in Savannah
or elsewhere.
He promised the Catholics of Savannah
that he would not enforce the law.
The Catholics invited the Governor to vis¬
it Savannah, and the Governor accepted the
invitation. A delegation of Romanists met
the Governor, at the depot, escorted him to a
hotel, where he was dined in the midst of Sa
vannah’s best of everything. This dinner
very naturally led to a boat trip, and Savan
n& h’s sea-dogs treated the Governor to salt
A-'bv and oJhcr. ihicKt-dcsin.yipg.
After this,-we heart! nothing more
enforcing the Veazy law.
In his race for re-election, Gov.
the people of Savannah that he favored
Savannah’s claims to the port Savannah
newspapers urged Chatham people to vote for
Gov. Hardwick,—'Savannah’s friend. The coun
lty went for Hardwick.
In his race for Senator Watson’s
term, Gov. Harwich wired the
Mayor that lie would be, if elected to
Senate, “Savannah’s warm friend,” and
ham County gave him a nice majority.
But what about the other counties? \
He lost nearly everything in South
gia, and his attitude on the Catholic
and the port issue certainiy lost him
votes in the rural counties.
The result is, Governor Hardwick
or will retire flext June, to private life,
worst defeated public man of this
and all the political weeklies, to be edited
Hardwick and. his satellites, will not be
to stage a come-back for the Georgia
who “wears no man’s collar.”
When Congressman Hardwick made
first campaign for the Senate, to fill an
pired term, lie produced a Tetter from
row Wilson, in which the Democratic
asked Georgians to send Mr. Hardwick to
Senate. -'i:
You will remember that the
leader of the lower House of Congress,
Clark, compared Congressman Hardwick to
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This Ohamp Chirk speech was
candidate Hardwick, and he managed to
from President Wilson a letter in his
This letter from the President saved
Hardwick, and made suilfe his election to
Senate.
Senator Hardwick’s career in tlm
was one of opposition to Democratic
He voted for the Trusts and was looked
as a tool for the whiskey interests.
He attempted to dictate to'President
son, and of course, Mr. Wilson put his foot
Hardwick, good and proper.
Senator Hardwick repudiated' his
tor, and joined hands with Mr. Wilson’s
mies, not that he disliked Mr. Wilson’s
ciples but because he disliked Mr. Wilson p
•onally.
Mr. Hardwick does not permit
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(Perhaps no/other prose poem ever penn
edi has alore of the real man in it, than this
short selection from the pen of Tlios. E> Wat
gon . His love for Nature—his tenderness of
heart,—and the'memories which were always
called forth by scenes of beauty such as he de
scribes, show thejman, as but few but tbe wife
he shared them with, ever knew.)
, Did you ever snatch a day from the dusty
wifrld of strife, and carry it with you to the
great, silont woods of Indian Summer!
Did you ever take by the hand the sweet,
patient wife who loves you so, and say unto
her, “Sweetheart, will you walk with me, to¬
day?”
If you never have, then a rich old glass of
the nectar of the gods stands neglected within
your reach—nectar as free to the peasant as
to the King.
Very quietly, we went, we two, my sweet¬
heart and I, taking our way along the path,
then across the falling leaves—saying little.
The sounds of travel on the road were left
far behind, and we were alone, she and I, in
the majestic forest,
How gorgeous it was! The dress-parade
0 f nature was never more brilliant, nor more
[flag alluring. The red Sugarberry put its battle
on every summit. The golden Maple
walked hand in hand with the Red Elm; and,
underneath, crowded the Dogwood and the
Sassafrass in serried skirmish-line,
Saul-like, towered the Pine, over blazing
yellow Hickory, over purple heads of Oaks.
And the falling leaves—how they drifted,
dazzling snowflakes or rainbow hue from the
skies that held no cloud—drifting, here against
a rock; drifting yonder against a bank; falling
straight, or falling aslant—but falling, falling,
and making upon the ground a carpet, deep
and soft and matchless.
We walked upon it very slowly, looking
us and pausing to listen, now and then.
^ squirrel was gathering nuts, just above us.
How silly it was of him to break away, leaping
home! He was ill no danger, for we lianiio
cruelty in our hearts, ’ that day—surely ' none,
that day. *
Thp eap _ 8U( . ker and the vellow-hamracr
were h on decavini? -A ]imH aild t h e tattoo
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^Ives , got , almost % , under feet before, with
our
a m greafc sw f e ^‘V^y lea 5 c appmg rose 101 and 1 w illed e tllKS away- v, ‘" 1
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^ easuie as ne> veil .
Over ledge after ledge of rocks between
6 * ee P lulls, heavily wooded, dashed a little
s Heam, from the spring, far up the slope,
as evev music sweeter? V e said we
did not think so; and as we noted the record of
the water-path on the rocks, and counted how
h° w very long, that little stream must
have been cleaving its way down to the gray
roeks whereon we sat, we caught some idea
how °td, how very old, it all was; and I won
dered it a Red Man had stood there, bepide
the dusky damsel he loved; and which furrow
on the granite the slender rill was running in,
when Helen oi Troy was young, and
chained thousands, beneath a tyrant’s lash,
GENERAL EDITORIAL NOTES.
A cowardly army Captain, named Rosen
bluth, had a quarrel with another army officer
named Cronkhite, at Camp Lewis, Washing¬
ton. Rosenbluth ordered an enlisted man, a
sergeant, to kill Cronkhite, and the fool did
what lis superior fool told him to do; he shot
Major Cronkhite and killed him.
Army life and its environments taught the
soldier to obey his superior officer.
The enlisted man in the army is putty
clay in the potter’s hands. He is not prr
sumed to have any mind or initiative of his
own. He lives the life of a peon, and his over
lord, the Hoffieer, is monarch of everything.
The General Staff, at Washington, denies
the country its right to inquire into army
matters.
Attorney-General Daugherty investigated
the Rosenbluth-Cronkhite murder case and re¬
ported against any prosecution at all. Mr.
Daugherty was convinced that an army officer
had a right to order one of his men to shoot
[and kill a human being, and when you take
Thomson, Georgia, Monday, Nov. 6, 1922.
A ROSE ON THE SNOW.
were hewing the stone for the Pyramids.
No wonder that in this idle dreaming my
sweetheart got away from me, unnoted, and
went further down the glen. She soon called
me to see her feet! the fishes—silver-sided
fishes by the score, which came to her scattered
crumbs almost as if they knew’ her.
And so we strolled from rock to rock, and
tree to tree—each more splendidly aglow witl
the colors of Indian Summer than the other.
It was all quiet—very grand, very lonely,
very saddening. Boisterous laughter in thes'
regal woods had been sacrilege. Light
thoughts, beneath those falling leaves, had
been criminal. In tlfg sound of these speedim
waters over the old gray rocks, bad passions
hid themselves, and kindness was in the mine
and in the heart.
The rude, busy world seemed far away—
and forgotten. Its cares, its toils, its strife,
its aspirations were all behind and away.
We were alone, my wife and I, and our
thoughts like our hands, were joined together.
We did not speak overmuch. There was no
need.
What need had I to tell her how my
thoughts had gone back to the time when a
nameless, homeless suitor found grace in her
sight 7
There was no need. She knew—she well
knew,
What need for her to say that amid all
shortcomings, I had given her the knowledge of
fervent loyalty, of unbounded devotion which
never wearied in its utterances, or its proofs?
There was no need; I knew it well.
What need of either to speak of these
things?
None.
And ah, what need was there for us to
speak of that which always makes the lip trem¬
ble and the very soul cry out, in boundless
grief.
There was no need. I knew that the tiny
footsteps of one who shall never walk again,
followed her all along those woods. 1 knew
°? water. I knew that, down every
of the mu nine ring trees, there came the
whispered question to her as to me, “Shall she
ever he onrh again?”
And 1 had onl y to Iook int » her « ad **» to
know, , that the question was not answered unto
her, any more than it was unto me.
And so I took her hand and led her from
WO ods—kissing her queenly lips many a
fi and bearillg her the gtee ^
arm .
As we went to our home, the long red lane
es of sunlight fell over the brown fields, and
the evening came in upon us, radiant and
warm .
When the moon silvered the treetops that
night, it looked into many a happy home, I
trust, but into none had it followed man or
woman who had more deeply drank from the
splendors of the day.
Oh, friend and brother, leave your plow
some day; leave your mill some day; leave
your bank some day; leave your office some
day, and in God’s magnificent forest, commune
with Him and with yourself—your past, your
present, and your future.
Your life must be a bleak snowdrift in¬
deed. if such a day does not lay a rose upon it.
into your consideration the fact that Mr.
Daugherty is all sorts of a man, willing to use
the machinery of the Federal Government to
crush labor organizations, you will not be sur¬
prised a? anything lie does. He represented
Charles W. Morse, and fooled President Taft
into a pardon for the rich New York criminal.
He is alleged to be on intimate terms with rich
bootleggers of New York, and the Department
of-Justice, under Daugherty’s generalship, is
fast becoming the nation’s scandal, and Mr.
Daugherty himself is the mill-stone about the
administration’s neck.
The following clipping from the Pittsburg
(Penn.) Observer throws some light on the
Rcmnibluth case:
ROSENBLUTH BRIBE HINT TO BE
INVESTIGATED.
New York, Oct. 21. —Statements at¬
tributed to Capt. Robert P. Rosenbluth,
charged with the murder of Major Alex
JContiauad 94 Pag* .Three.^
Issued Weekly
The President And The
Farmers.
President Harding has been guilty of
playing the famous game of politics with oth¬
er subjects besides his utterances on Congress.
The term of \V. P. G. Harding, as Gov¬
ernor of the Federal Deserve Board expired
August 9.
That was nearly three months ago, but no
announcement, as to his successor has been yet
made.
Governor Harding has beeu under fire
from members of -the Senate ever since he in¬
voked his infamous “deflation, policy,” through
the contraction of the currency, immediately
following the War. His business judgment
has been attacked from all sides, especially by
the. Congressional Farm Bloc, which showed
that he all but ruined'the agricultural interests
of the Nation by forcing down the price of
farm products without giving any notice to the
farmers.
The farmers of the Country are against
his appointment for a second term; the small
merchants and hankers are opposed to him,
and there is grave doubt as to whether he
would be confirmed by the Senate even if ap¬
pointed.
And yet the President, with a knowledge
of these facts, has withheld action for nearly
three months.
The question has been justly asked, Why
should the President make further delay over a
subject of such vital interest to the Nation!—
vital because the Governorship of the Federal
Reserve Board is one of the most important
offices of our Government. It is the very back¬
bone of our finances.
The answer, however, is apparent: either
the President is holding up the appointment
until after the November National elections as
a promise to industrious party workers for
services rendered, or else he intends re-ap¬
pointing Harding and fears Jo make his plans
before the election because of the political con¬
sequences that might ensue.
■ There is no other view to take of the case.
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PedeVaJ Reserve Board head long before his
term expired; he knew that his selection for a
second term would result in a bitter fight in
the Senate, led by Senators Watson, Heflin,
and 2?, her of thf ; f arm
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then why was he not. in position to make
some definite announcement at the time Gov
ernor Harding’s tern expired?
Certainly he had been given sufficient-time
to arrive at a decision.
But no; he must needs deliberate longer,
until the elections were over,
Since August 9, numerous delegations
from the agricultural States of the West and
South, those States which were more vitally
affected by the drastic deflation sponsored by
the Federal Reserve Board heads, have called
at the White House and voiced their opposi¬
tion to W. P. G. Harding. Always were they
told that the President had the matter under
advisement and had not yet reached a debs’on.
If the President of the Unite! States isn’t
able to make up his mind on the simple matter
of an appointment, however important the na¬
ture of that Appointment may be,—if he isn't
able to reach a decision in less time than three
months, then the American Government either
should provide the Chief Executive with an as¬
sistant or get another President.
There is another office of almost equal im¬
portance that alsq remains unfilled.
Several months ago Congress passed an
amendment to the Federal Reserve Act, creat¬
ing an additional member of the Board. The
member was to be a representative of the Ag¬
ricultural Group, or the dirt farmer about
which you have read.
As yet no appointment has been made.
Ask yourself the question, why should the
office remain un filled for so many months,
when there exists no apparent reason in the
world for the delay?
Mark the prediction: immediately follow¬
ing the election, or just before, after it is too
late to make tbe matter an issue in the cam¬
paign, the President will announce that after
careful consideration of all talent in the field,
etc., he has decided upon the persons who are
to fill the vacancies.
Such is our American political system /
Those close to the President do not believe
lie will be able to muster up the courage to re¬
appoint Governor Harding for a second term.
To do so, it is contended, would spell political
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