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MACON, DUBLIN AND SAVANNAH
RAILROAD COMPANY
LOCAL TIME TABLE.
Effective July 2, 1911.
No.lßNa2o~Stationsr - Nal9~Nal7
A.M. P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M.
"7:10 3725 Macon 11715 4730
7:22 3:37 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20
7:30 3:45 Drybranch 10:55 4:12
7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09
7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:06
7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00
7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53
8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonvllle 10:27 3:42
8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30
8:20 4:33 Danvllel 10:07 3:22
8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17
8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08
8:44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58
8:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52
8:55 5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45
9:10 5:25 ar lv 9:15 2:30
Dublin
9:15 5:30 lv ar 9:10 2:25
9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:08 2:23
9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJct 9:04 2:19
9:31 5:45 Catlin 8:54 2:09
9:40 5.54 Mlntor 8:47 2:01
9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50
9:55 6:10 Orland 8:31 1:45
10:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33
10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21
10:26 6:41 Kibbee 8:00 1:15
10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00
CONNECTIONS.
At Dublin with the Wrightsville and
Tennille and the Dublin and South
western for Eastman and Tennille
and intermediate points.
At Macon iwth Southern railway
from and to Cincinnati, Chattanooga,
Rome, Birmingham, Atlanta and in
termediate points. Also the Central
of Georgia, G., S. & F. railway, Ma
son and Birmingham railway and the
Georgia railroad.
At Rockledge with the Millen and
Southwestern for Wadley and inter
mediate points.
At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air
Line for Savannah and intermediate
points, and with the Millen and South
western for Millen, Stillmore and In
termediate points.
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ILL the children in
1925 have Christmas
trees ?This question
4s being asked by
thousands of people
throughout the
United States. Indi
cations point to the
supposition that within the next 15
years the supply of the evergreen
trees with which we deck our living
rooms annually at the feast of St.
Nicholas will be so small that folk
in the ordinary walks of life will not
be able to afford a tree.
Year after year the forests have
been denuded. New England, a gener
ation ago, was thought to have an
almost inexhaustible supply. Today
her hills are bare. Nearly all her im
mense forests of spruce and flr have
been sacrificed to the sentiment of
Yuletide.
The middle states have been ran
sacked for their treasures. The farm
er, although he receives but two cents
apiece for the trees, is afraid to look
the future in the face and wait until
the tree is full grown. Neither does he
show any discretion in cutting, but
every year he rushes to the woods
and cuts everything that he can lay
his hands on in order that some one
may have a night’s pleasure by defacing nature’s
work with cheap tinsel and candles. After that,
what would have been the forest of the future is
discarded forever, beyond the power of man to
restore and the work of nature for years to re
place.
The bulk of the trees now come from Canada.
More than 300,000 are used annually in Philadel
phia alone. New York, Chicago, Baltimore and
a hundred towns between them use three times
that number every year.
In the wild hills of the Canadian provinces the
trees are still plentiful.' But it is only a ques
tion of a few years’ time, with the increased de
mand for them, when their price will soar. No
attempt is made, apparently, to rejuvenate the for
ests.
In a few scattered places throughout the coun
try, it is true, one or two men have started nurs
eries in Christmas trees. Intelligent planting and
cutting within three generations may make them
useful patches from which to glean hardy trees.
But elsewhere, in spite of the talk of conserva
tion which we hear so much about nowadays, the
trees are stripped ruthlessly from the hills and
valleys and no attempt is made by the greedy
marketer to replace them.
This has resulted in the present dearth of the
much-desired spruce trees. Vermont already
charges an additional stumpage of five cents, upon
trees which are shipped out of the state.
Let us consider the Christmas tree situation in
Philadelphia. Each year more than 1,000 flat
freight cars, loaded with the trees, which are
piled in double tiers, reach the city. The capacity
of the flat car averages 300 trees.
Therefore, approximately 300;000 trees are used
in Philadelphia annually. Sentimentality apart,
this is an enormous waste of material, when it
is recalled that the trees serve no economic pur
pose, and the majority of them furnish fuel for
bonfires on vacant lots two weeks after the hol
iday.
It is an expensive proposition considered in any
light. First comes the cost of sending men into
regions where the trees grow. They are experts.
They are able to size up the marketable value of
a patch of woods after a day’s tramp through
them. Then comes the cost of cutting, stump
age, hauling and shipping to destination. After
that, it is mainly a matter for the retail dealers,
who buy trees either as they stand in the for
ests, or at the freight yards in the cities to which
they are consigned.
The small dealer must make his profit. He
tacks on an extra price which the consumer must
pay. Then comes the expense of decorating the
greenwood with tinsel and glistening ornaments.
This costs a little fortune in itself. Finally, it
is usual to pay the ashman to cart the tree away,
after the holidays are over.
It has been estimated that from first to last, from
the time that the seedling is plant
ed in the soft, friable soil, to the mo
ment it returns to its primal element,
the dust, as a handful of embers on
the city lot, a Christmas tree rep
resents a money valuation of $25.
This is a total expenditure of $7,-
500,000 annually. Os course, this
figure is purely imaginary. The trees
do not actually cause that amount
of money to change hands in a sim
ple buying and soiling transaction.
But there is actually that much loss
to the regions which supply trees.
If all the trees in an average load
ed flat car were to be stood upon
their butts, in the natural way in
which they would grow, they would
cover a ten-acre lot. Multiply this
by 1,000 and the amount of timber
stripped annually from the hills will
become apparent at once.
Just at this time of the year the
Christmas tree industry is in its most
flourishing condition. All of the trees
for this year’s market have been
cut. Many of them are in transit, but
some of them are even now stand
ing in the freight yards of the rail
roads, waiting for the retail dealers
to purchase them.
Dealers are gradually awakening
to the fact that it is better to ship
their trees early, sell them all at a
low price, and save the trouble and
expense of remaining a long time in
the city bartering their wares.
The dealers in Christmas trees are
types. They are all queer characters.
You cannot pick out one that has not
some peculiarity. As in all trades,
there are tricks to the business of
buying and selling Christmas trees.
You would think that the disposal
of a car load of railroad ties, with a
layer of trees piled on top, to an un
wary customer, would bar the deal-
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A H/GH7S PLEASURE
ers from coming again
to the spot where
they • had practiced
such deception.
Yet it never does.
Year after year they
practice the most dis
honest tricks upon
their patrons. One
man last year got a
high price for 20 of
the finest trees ever
seen in Philadelphia.
He told the buyer
that the rest of the
car on which the 20
were loaded was just
like them, but when
they were unloaded
and placed for sale,
they proved to be
small and scrubby,
many of them being utterly unfit for use. Deal
ers such as these are rare, it is true; the major
ity of them are honest.
To the dealers, whom the railroads designate as
the consignees, come the little fellows, the traders.
These also represent almost every phase of hu
man character. Many save up a few hundred dol
lars and visit the freight yards with their teams,
buying the trees in less than carload lots. In this
way they can see just what they are getting.
Most of them are shrewd fellows, and drive a
hard bargain. Your upcountryman is ofttimes as
shrewd, however, as the “piker” dealer, and many
amusing hours may be spent frequenting the
freight yards in the railroads where the trees -are
stacked or exhibited for sale.
Each year there are many new additions to
the company of dealers. The lure of the adven
ture, the chance to realize money upon an invest
ment that is practically certain to bring a 50 per
cent, return, attracts many to the business. Trees
can be purchased in half carload lots, or even in
hundred lots for about 60 cents apiece. If they
can be sold for a dollar, or perhaps more, the
chance to make money quickly is irresistible to
many investors.
Not always does the investor succeed. His
fingers are sometimes pretty badly burned. The
market may be glutted, he may have a rival on the
next corner, or perhaps his trees are not sufficient
ly attractive to cause the public to patronize him.
Perhaps he has held off, waiting for better prices,
till the last moment, and finds himself with half
a hundred spruce on his hands, which he must
dispose of as best he may.
Usually, however, the business is lucrative. The
wise dealer buys trees in hundred lots, peddles^
them out quickly, and comes back tor more. He
does not wait tor high prices, but sells his trees
for what he can get.
Christmas in Old Time
Heap on more wood! —the wind 1s chill.
But let It whistle as It will.
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the newborn year
The fittest time for festal cheer;
And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had roll’d
And brought blithe Christmas back again.
With all his hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honor to the holy night;
On Christmas egg the bells were rung;
On Christmas eW the mass was sung:
That only night in all the year
Saw the staled priest the challc rear.
The damsel donn'd her kirtle sheen,
The hall was dress’d with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go
To gather in the mistletoe. a
Then open'd wide the baron’s’Wall
To vassal, tenant, serf and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside
And Ceremony doff’d his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose;
The lord, underogating, shafe
The vulgar game of "post and pair.’
All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage as the crown
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied.
Went roaring up the chimney wide;
The huge hall table's oaken face,
Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace.
Bore then upon its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord.
Then was brought in the lusty brawn
By old blue-coated serving man;
Then the grim boar’s head grown’d on
high.
Crested with bays and rosemary.
Well can the green-garb’d ranger tell
How, when and where the monster fell,
What dogs before his death he tore
And all the baiting of the boar.
The wassail round, in good brown bowls
Garnish’d with ribbons, blitherly trowls.
There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by
Plum porridge stood and Christmas pie;
Nor fail’d old Scotland to produce
At such high tide her savory goose.
Then came the merry maskers In.
And carols roar’d with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song.
It was a hearty note and strong.
Who lists may In their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery.
White shirts supplied the masquerade
And smutted cheeks the visors made:
But, O! what maskers, richly dight,
Can boast of bosoms half so light!
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
’Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest
ale;
’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man’s heart through half the
year.
—Sir Walter Scott.
As you pass some windy corner one of these
blustery nights before Christmas Eve and see
the long rows of evergreens laid against the wall,
or ignobly lying prone upon the ground, bethink
you of the place in which they first saw the light.
The kindly hills, snow-covered engirdling valleys
fragrant with spicy odor; picture them bare, lit
tered with the waste of cuttings, and the unsightly
stumps of trees.
Picture the brooding of those trees as they grew.
It took them 20 years to reach an age and
size where they might prove marketable. No
more will the wind moan and sough through
their branches. The hills are bare. The snow
will melt in the spring, and the soil will not
absorb it. Water will run into the streams and
the streams become floods, and the floods breed
calamities.
The trees, noble fellow’s all of them, will have
their tops hacked off to accommodate them to
the stuffiness of our little box-like homes. As
the heat of our rooms dries up their sap, their
lives will go out, slowly, day by day. They will
end on the bonfire.
Yes, buy a tree. Buy one and take it home to
your children. When it is bravely decked out in
all its gala finery, gather your family about its
spreading branches, which are exhaling their last
breaths for you, and tell them the story of the
life and death of the tree.
THE SPIRIT OF THE DAY.
Have you time for a little sermon? It will
take but a few minutes, and today, if ever, our
thoughts should be turned toward inward to the
heart of things. To you, whose hands rock the
cradles of humanity and indirectly rule the world,
let us ask a question: Are you forgetting the
real spirit of the day? Gift giving on this anni-
versary of the Nativity is in danger
of losing its loving purpose. It has
degenerated in many cases to a mer
cenary exchange—a gift for a gift.
The spirit is frequently absent.
This should not be. Women rep
resent the greater number of gift
givers. Let us then revert to the
underlying love and reverence that
prompted the Wise Men to lay their
offerings at the feet of the Holy
Baby. Let us give a little of our
hearts with each present, and if we
cannot give a tangible expression of
our love, let us give a heart’s wish
instead.
In your hands lies great power for
good or for evil. A woman influences
thought and action. It is your duty,
then, to discountenance the heartless
offer and to smile your approval of
the spirit of the day.
Then, indeed, Christmas will mean
all that he would approve. The
guiding star of love and good will
that shone so clearly in the blue
night--long ago should never be lost
in our minds, and the love to which
it pointed should epitomize our ef
forts tt^pnor this great day.
A SURPRISE BOX.
Something which would delight
any little invalid is a “surprise box.”
This may be planned to last a week
or any length of time one wishes
and should contain a package for
each day, with the date on which it
is to be opened written plainly on
each one. Dolls, toys, books and
many other things dear to the child
ish heart may be put in these pad;
ages and the little one will surely re
joice to have his "Merry Christmas’
last so many days.
It Means Health
For the Child
The careful mother, who watches close
ly the physical peculiarities of her chil
dren, will soon discover that the most
Important thlhg In connection with a.
child’s constant good health Is to keep
the bowels regularly open. Sluggish
bowels will be followed by loss of appe
tite, restlessness during sleep, Irrita
bility and a dozen and one similar evi
dences of physical disorder.
At the first sign of such disorder give
the child a teaspoonful of Dr. Caldwell’s
Syrup Pepsin at night on retiring and
repeat the dose the following night if
necessary—more than that will scarcely
be needed. You will find that the child
will recover Its accustomed good spirits
at once and will eat and sleep normally.
This remedy is a vast Improvement
over salts, cathartics, laxative waters
and similar things, which are altogether
too powerful for a child. The homes of
Mrs. Vallie Utley, Keyser, N. C., and
Mrs. E. L. Hair, Dalton, Ga., are always
supplied with Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pep
sin, and with them, as with thousands
of others, there is no substitute for this
grand laxative. It is really more than a
laxative, for it contains superior tonic
properties which help to tone and
strengthen the stomach, liver and bowels
so that after a brief use of it all laxa
tives can be dispensed with and nature
will do Its own work.
Anyone wishing to make a trial of this
remedy before buying It in the regular
way of a druggist at fifty cents or one
dollar a large bottle (family size) can
have a sample bottle sent to the home
free of charge by simply addressing pr.
W. B. Caldwell, 201 Washington St.,
Monticello, 111. Your name and address
on a postal card will do.
Public Spirit Run Riot.
"Our little town o’ Blueberryville is
right up to date an’ about as progres
sive an’ public -speerited as any town
in the state," said Zedekiah Brush, as
he drove over the hills with the sum
mer boarder.
“Fact is, some of us think the se
lec’men use the tax money a little too
freely keepin’ pace with the speerit
of progress that seems to be in the
air nowadays. Here, in the last year,
the town hall has had a new roof, an’'
a new boss shed has been built around
the church, an’ a new handle put on
the town pump, an’ a bridge costin’
most S2OO has been built over Plum
Crick. The town clock has been put
in repair at a cost of $12.60, an’
they’ve put three dozen new books in
the town liberty, an’ now they are
talkin’ of offerin’ a firm a bonus o’
S2OO to start a pickle factory in the
town. Once a lot o’ selec’men git
the progressive fever, an’ the tax
money flies. Public speerit is all right,
but us taxpayers has to foot the bills
when it runs riot the way it does here
in our town.”—Judge.
BOTANICAL BADINAGE.
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She —Ah, dearest one, when you
are gone I shall pine away.
He —Tut! tut! Spruce up.
Resigned.
The sick man had called his lawyer.
"I wish to explain again to you,” said
he weakly, “about willing my proper
ty.”
The attorney held up his hand reas
suringly. “There, there,” said he,
"leave that all to me.” z
The sick man sighed resignedly. “A
suppose I might as well,” said he, turn
ing upon his pillow. “You’ll get it,
anyway.”
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