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Russel C. Lynch, Shinnston, W. Va. J. E. Rankin, Nettleton, Miss. P. M. Hill, Warrenton, Ga. J. A. Murray, Roan’s Prairie, Tex. J. W. Bellows, Danburg, Ga. T. A. Drinkard, Glass, Tex. G. B. Crane, Dixie, Ga. Mrs. Earle Overby, Watkinsville, Ga. C. P. Dixon, Avera, Ga. J. C. Downey, Battlefield, Miss. J. F. Andrews, Arlington, Ga. Hull 'Andrews, Cuthbert, Ga. J. F. Maxwell, Resaca, N. C. R. B. Gaston, Carrollton, Ga. (To be Continued.) ft ft ft Watch Out, Colonel Scott I Some weeks ago, The Jeffersonian put the authorities of the Georgia Railroad on full notice of the dangerous condition of the track at Robinson station. Mr. Nye, in person, examined the rails there, while waiting for a train to pass, and made some drawings to illustrate the fearful death trap which was likely at any time to cause an awful loss of human life. These drawings were duly re-produced in The Jeffersonian. During the time while he was waiting for his train to move on toward Atlanta, Mr. Nye had some conversation with Mr. Bryan Cum ming, Junior member of the firm which repre sents the Georgia Railroad as General Coun sel. It would seem that Mr. Nye got no thanks for calling Mr. Cumming’s attention to the dangerous condition of the track. On the other hand, it would seem, from Mr. Nye’s account of the conversation, that Mr. Cum ming, treated him superciliously, if not insult ingly. Our readers will also remember that there was a wreck at Robinson station a few weeks ago, in which Col Scott, the Manager of the Road, and Major Jos. B. Cumming, Senior member of the firm of General Counsel/ were caught but, most fortunately, not hurt. Many others who were caught in the wreck were hurt. The Jeffersonian put Col. Scott on notice of the perilous condition of the track, which had long existed at Robinson, which had been observed by citizens of the community and which had been reported to the Section gang of the Railroad. The Jeffersonian likewise reminded Col. Scott of the law of Georgia which makes him guilty of murder if, by his criminal negligence, human life is lost on his road. But Mr. Scott is the most arrogant and bull-headed of all the Southern Republicans who outrage the Southern people in order that they may pile up big money for these maraud ing Yankee Corporations. Therefore, Col Scott paid no attention to the warning of The Jeffersonian. The inevitable consequence has followed* There was another wreck at last Saturday night. Almost by a miracle, the passengers came out of it without loss of life. How long is our Governor and our Railroad Commission going to stand for this sort of thing? Obe Stevens, one of the Railroad Commis sioners, galloped over the four prongs of the Georgia Railroad inside of two days, and re ported that the track was in excellent condi tion. The report was false, of course.# Facts, which speak louder than words, have shown that it was false. Everybody knew at the time that an exami nation, much of it made at 40 miles an hour, was the merest farce. The continued wrecks that have occurred, since the alleged examination was made, show that the report was false. The drawings made by Mr. Nye, and the cumulative evidence of scores of disinterested WATSON'S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. witnesses, prove that it was false. Yet Col. Scott is allowed to have his own way, without the slightest molestation from our Railroad Commission—which is now cost ing the people, in salaries alone, $25,000 a year. Is there no relief? Have the Yankee corporations got us com pletely in their power? Must our wives and daughters continue to stand around in the rain, or cold, at the passenger stations of country towns? Are the editors and politicians never going to help us get the same accommodations for our wives and daughters that their wives and daughters enjoy in Augusta, Atlanta, Macon and Savannah? Are we Country people never to have a square deal? Are we always to continue to suffer from wrecks and collisions which could be avoided, if these heartless corporation managers were made to do their duty? How many wrecks should occur at the same place, and from the same cause, after the Manager of the road has had personal notice, and after the lawyers of the road have had personal notice, before the Governor and the Railroad Commission will take a hand in the matter? GOVERNOR SMITH? FOR GOD’S SAKE DO SOMETHING! ft ft ft To The Farmers 9 Union. Gentlemen, the last one of you, from Presi dent Barrett down to the humblest toiler who has enlisted for the war, knows that The Jef fersonian is with you, heart and soul. You know that Mr. Watson understands your case and wants you to win it. Now listen: You cannot do what you want tq do, un less you adopt some definite line of national policy. You suffer from a national malady. Never in God’s world can you be cured by anything but a national remedy. Co-operative warehouses won’t save you. Co-operative stores, and mills, and factories won’t save you. They are good, but they don’t reach the seat of the disease. Conferences with spinners are worse than idle. The spinner’s interest is competitive. The spinner’s purpose is antagonistic. The spinner’s law is the yoke that now bends your neck. A brotherly inference between Growers and Spinners is exactly similar to what a con ference between wolves and sheep would be. A brotherly meeting of hawks and doves would be a sensible and natural thing compar ed to these absurb conferences between the Specially Privileged Manufacturers and the farmers that are his victims. Every time I see these Spinners coming to a conference with the Growers, I can’t help but think of the Trapper going to see what he has caught in his trap. Mv God? Can’t the farmers of the land see anything? Don’t thev know that the laws have been so made that thev are caught in the Trap of the Manufacturer? Don’t thev know that Cotton Goods are sold by a Trust, while raw cotton is sold by unprivileged individuals who must meet the competition of the slave labor of Egypt and Hindustan? Don’t they know that the Trust sells cotton goods cheaper ev erywhere in the world than here in the United States? The Tariff Wall shuts us in and enables the manufacturer to charge us “all that the traffic will bear.” Hence, the people cannot buy as much cotton goods as they need. The prices limit the sales. Just as a to cent postage rate on letters would mean that fewer letters wpuld be writ ten, so the outraorous price’charged for cot ton good-* diminishes the amount sold. And of course this diminishes the demand for raw cotton. CAN’T YOU SEE IT? A diminished demand for raw cotton, means a lower price. Isn’t that perfectly plain? Then what is the remedy? Remove the cause of the disease. PUT COTTON GOODS ON THE FREE LIST! Then you’ll see the monstrously dispropor tioned price of cotton goods come down, and the price of raw cotton go up, until a fair relationship, between the price of raw cotton and the price of cotton goods, is established. Lower prices on cotton goods means a great er consumption of those goods. A greater con sumption of those goods, means a greater de mand for raw cotton. A greater demand for raw cotton means a better price for-it. Isn’t that perfectly sound reasoning? Then what must the Farmers’ Union do to win its glorious fight? Put a demand on every Congressman, in whose District the Union is strong, to give his active support to vour cause by voting to put cotton goods on the Free List. The very agitation of this plain, practical, common-sense policy will make raw cotton go up. And when Congress actually puts cotton goods on the Free List, as it is bound to do if the Trust continues its greedy, tyrannical and unnatriotic course, the price of raw cotton will STAY UP. ft ft ft Here 9 s a Riddle. A bale of cotton, weighing 500 pounds, will make about 3.000 vards of calico. To make the calico, at the present prices of cotton, will cost about $102.50 in all. * The calico sells at 7 cents per yard. This will be s2io for the 3,000 yards. us sav that the Spinner only gets an average of 5 cents a yard for his calico or St so for the 3,000 yards. Tn that case, he clears a net profit of $41.30, on each bale. On a crop oft 2,000,000 bales, the spinner will make a profit of $498,000,000? At 4 cents per yard, he clears $216,000,000. What do you think of that? I can understand well enough why the Spin ner puts himself to some expense and trouble to meet the Grower in Conference. He has a natural curiosity to see what such a blamed fool looks like. The thing which puzzles The Jeffersonian is this: How on earth does the Spinner manage to keep his face straight when he meets the man that he so easily, so constantly, and so unmer cifully robs? . This calico costs you from 6 to 8 cents per vard. Therefore, vou sell 500 pounds of cot ton for less than S6O and buy it back at more than SIBO. No wonder you are so prosperous that all the Hute newspapers are asking you to ring the bells, light the bonfires, toot the whistles, blow the bugles, and do everything else in God Almighty’s world excepting just one thing: Don’t study the construction of the trap in which you are caught. Keep on selling a bale of cotton at S6O and buving it back at SIBO. That’s one way to please the Privileged Few who pocket the ST2O which you lose on each bale. ft ft ft Justice to the Atlanta Postoffice. After a careful investigation, I am convinced that the blame for the late receipt of , The Jeffersonian does not rest on the Atlanta Post office. ‘ I think I have located the trouble and will be able to end it .. PAGE NINE