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FOREVER AND A DAY.
I little know or care
If the blackbird on the bough
Is filling the air
With his saft crescendo now;
For she is gone away,
And when she went she took
The springtime in her look,
The peachblow on her cheek,
The laughter from the brook,
The blue from out the May—
And what she calls a week
Is forever and a day!
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It’s little that I mind
How the blossoms, pink or white,
At every touch of wind
Fall a-trembling with delight;
For in the leafy lane,
Beneath the garden-boughs,
And through the silent house
One thing alone I seek,
Until she comes again
The May is not the May,
And what she calls a week
Is forever and a day!
—Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
THINGS TO BE FOUGHT FOR.
There are many young men and
women who rebel against the con
ditions of life in which they find
themselves, and delule themselves
with dreams of great things if only
the practical problem of living
from day to day were out of the
way. Os course tragedies some
times grow out of adverse circumstan
ces; and genuine gifts, at rare inter
vals possibly even genius, beaten
down by the iron hand of weakness,
isolation or ignorance; but conditions
that cannot be overcome are really
very unusual, and the men and
women of rare gift are very few who
cannot make a path to some kind of
education and some opportunity to
do the work on which they have set
their hearts. The great majority who
cry out against circumstances and
count themselves victims of fate are
deluding themselves; if they had a
deep passion for the thing they talk
about they would find away to it, and
in finding away they would learn
how to do the thing they have in
mind. The attempt to get the re
xsults of schooling without going
through the drudgery of the school
has never succeeded, and never will
succeed. A stern angel, * sword in
hand, guards the gates of the finer
kinds of success and suffers no one
to enter who has not waited and en
dured and worked and overcome.
There are short cuts to fortune but
none to art or beauty or character;
these are things that must be fought
for. The great majority of those
who want to follow the arts instead
of doing equally honorable but more
obscuie work, do not attain success
because they are not willing to pay
the price.—Kind Words.
THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENT
YET.
The highest compliment yet paid
President Roosevelt is that tenldered
by the New Jersey Socialists, who
proclaim the president an "undesira
ble person.” The president has, in
deed, done many things to make him
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Tacts and Tantics for the Tireside
undesirable to the Socialist party.
He believes in the cardinal Ameri
can doctrine that toil is glorious and
entitled to just compensation, while
idleness is not only contemptible,
but calls for elimination.
The most thorough-going S cialist
in all history was Louis XIV. of
France, who proclaimed the dire doc
trine, “L’etat c’est moi.” He was
the state, the whole farm, factory
and law-niaking forge. Everything in
France belonged to king, clergy and
nobility. Public ownership with a
vengeance! Every toiler labored for
the common good; but the common
good meant according to the only
power authorized to define it —the
benefit of the privileged class only.
The trusts are privileged now.
Theodore Roosevelt would efface
these privileges. The bureaucracies
that Socialism would establish to
run railroads, telegraphs, telephones
and all other public utilities were
trusts just as odious and grinding
as any the would ever saw. from Nero
to Napoleon, from Hannibal to Har
riman. Undesirable, indeed, is The
odore Roosevelt to the idle, the out
law and the disturber; but very de
sirable to those true lovers of Amer
ican institutions, the bread-winners
of the land. —Louisville Herald.
THE FARMER’S TURN TO
LAUGH.
Paragraphers and cartoonists in
funny papers have long portrayed
the farmer as the easy mark of gold
brick peddlers and confidence men in
general. True enough, the farmer of
an earlier era may have once in a
while bought a gold brick or he may
wagered money on the ancient pad
lock gone, but even so, it is now his
turn to laugh—to laugh at the gulli
bility of the astute lawyer!
Think of it!
Lawyers are supposed to be the
most erudite, the most astute, of any
branch of human endeavor, but
paradoxical as it may seem, several
Kansas lawyers have recently been
”worked” on a game in which a
bunco man operates under the guise
of a farmer. Newspapers all over
the state and elsewhere have been ex
ploiting the story, and with the pub
licity now prevailing it is hardly
probable that much further work
along that line can be accomplished.
The bunco man, garbed in overalls
and looking in general like a farmer,
calls on a lawyer —usually one who is
well known —and explains that he
has a son who desires to collect pay
ment for services rendered to some
wealthy farmer in a distant part of
the county. The farmer is amply
able to pay, the bunco man explains,
but there is a dispute over the death
of a horse which was driven by the
boy. The amount involved is SIBO.
Will the lawyer undertake to collect
it? Os course. Then he writes a
letter to the farmer who is said to
owe the debt, asking him to settle.
(This is a sure-enough farmer—no
myth.) In a few days the lawver re
ceives a letter in which the farmer
encloses a cehck for $l5O, saying that
he will compromise for that amount
WATSON'S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN.
—and that’s the best he will do.
About the same time, along comes
the bunco man again.
4 ‘Have you heard anything?” he
asks the lawyer.
“Yes,.got a check here for sls0 —
he wants to compromise for that fig
ure,” the lawyer answers, “and it
seems to me that you will do well to
settle on that basis.”
The bogus farmer or “con” man
reluctantly agrees to the compro
mise. The check is made payable to
the lawyer.
“Come with me to the bank,” says
the legal light, “and we’ll get this
check cashed.”
The lawyer takes $25 for his fee
and hands $125 to his supposed
client.
That might be the end of the in
cident, BUT IT ISN’T.
A few days later it develops that
the check is a forgery, that the real
farmer whose name had been borrow
ed did not owe anybody’s son SIBO
for farm labor, that no horse has
been killed and that the whole trans
action was a slick trick on the law
yer.
How the “con” man manages to
get hold of the letter the lawyer
sends, how he duplicates the signa
ture —well, these are tricks of the
bunco trade with which we are not
familiar.
Anyway, the “con” man has some
way of doing it, for, according to
newspaper reports, he has worked
some very good lawyers in Manhat
tan, Clay Center and several other
Kansas towns.
DO YOU BLAME THE FARMER
FOR LAUGHlNG?—Farmers’ Advo
cate, Topeka.
THE HEN.
The Fort Worth Star devotes con
siderable space to singing the praises
of the domestic hen. It shows that
Texas is fast taking the lead in chick
ens and already holds the lead on
turkeys. Car loads of chickens are
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shipped from Texas points. Only re
cently a car of chickens went from
Lampasas to New York, the car con
taining 4,000 chickens, worth at their
destination not less than $2,000. It
may be said the packeries have revo
lutionized both the chicken and tur
key trade in Texas. They are now
marketed by the pound and when a
hen sells for 7 or 8 cents per pound,
it pays to get good stock and to fatten
them before marketed. The same ap
plies to turkeys. Only a few years
ago gobblers sold at 75 cents and
hens at 50 cents as a stable price. The
size was not taken into serious ques
tion, though occasionally an extra
large gobbler would bring a dollar.
The packers began paying 8 and 12
cents per pound for live birds and at
once farmers and raisers of turkeys
got busy to get the heavy turkeys.
Almost every farmer now 7 shows the
mammoth bronze turkey strutting
proudly around and conscious of the
fact that in the fall when fat it will
tip the scales from 30 to 50 pounds
and net its owner from $3 to $5
per head.
Eggs are staple the year round, but
the prices vary more than they should
now that water glass will preserve
them for a year at nominal cost,
and that cold storage can be had
cheaply. It pays the owners of eggs
better to raise more chickens than
to market eggs at less than 15 cents
per dozen, but that price or better
is easily obtainable at several sea
sons of the year.
The local demand does not entirely
consume the local supply in the late
spring and summer, but nice, fresh
eggs known to be such are always in
demand at profitable prices. Texas is
peculiarly adapted to successful chick
en raising and will be engaged in it
on a large scale ultimately. At the
present time it is crowding most of
the states for second place that it
does not lead. Here’s to the Texas
Hen. May she increase and prosper.
—Semi-Weekly Tribune.
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