The Atlanta News. (Atlanta, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 9, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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YOU'RE TOO THIN.
PROMINENT PEOPLE
REFUSES TO STAY BURIED
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James McClurg Guffey, multi-millionaire, oil
operator, gold, silver and coal mining owner and
Democratic boss of Pennsylvania, the man who
was pronounced two years ago to be politically
dead beyond hope of resurrection, has swung the
convention of his state and elected delegates-at-
large pledged to oppose Bryan. It is less than
two years ago that Julian Hawthorne wrote of
him:
"Those who would flatter him call him a
fool. He is too stupid to see the handwriting on
the wall; but it is no matter; his power is
ended."
Mr. Hawthorne failed to take into considera-
tion Guffey's natural cunning, which has saved
him from annihilation on several occasions and
which has brought him to the front once more.
This is no sudden dislike for Bryan on Guffey's
part, for he has been opposed to him since the
Peerless One made his first run in 1896. Guffey got himself elected as a "gold
bug" to the Democratic national convention and fought hard to prevent Bry-
an's nomination. Failing in this he returned to Pittsburg, fuming with rage
and vowing to crush Bryan in Pennsylvania. On reaching home, however,
he learned that his enemy, William F. Harrity, then Democratic boss, had
bolted Bryan. This was too good an opportunity to let slip. Guffey flopped
to Bryan, proclaimed himself an original Bryan man, started a fight on Har-
rity and gave liberally to the Bryan campaign fund. When the war was over
Harrity had disappeared as Democratic boss and Guffey reigned in his stead.
Again in 1900 he made the fight for Bryan, but on each occasion lost the
state by about 300,000 votes. In 1904 the Republican majority had increased
to over 500,000, and other state elections have resulted equally disastrously
for him. Two years ago he was swept out by the reform wave and the keen-
est politicians thought they had lost him forever, but once more he bobs up
to the surface.
Guffey is many, times a millionaire. He is said to be an oil magnate in
six states, coal king in two, silver mine owner in two and gold mine owner in
an eleventh. He is said to be as tricky in politics as in business.
RECONCILED TO CARNEGIE
Francis T. F. Lovejoy, one of the "young
partners" in the great Carnegie Steel Co., who
has just become reconciled to Andrew Carnegie,
after a bitter ten years' war, owes his financial
shortage to "Lovejoy's Folly," a magnificent
$1,000,000 residence he is building in the east
end, Pittsburg, and to his heavy investments
in western mining stocks.
Lovejoy began with Carnegie as a telegraph
operator. He was polite, accommodating and' a
hard worker who had little to say, especially
about the Carnegie Steel Co. Carnegie recog-
nized his worth and made him a partner in the
steel business. Then came the break between
Carnegie and H. C. Frick. Loyejoy, who was
then secretary of the Carnegie Steel Co., sup-
ported Mr. Frick. From that time on until a
few months ago the steel master and Lovejoy
never spoke a word to each other.
It will be recalled that not one of the "young partners" of the Carnegie
8teel Co. ever went to the wall. They all have great wealth, and even Love-
joy, with all his troubles, would have been able to weather the storm, but it
would have left him worth a great deal less than when he was a business
partner of Carnegie.
Lovejoy and Carnegie were together' the greater part of three days in
New York. Lovejoy returned to Pittsburg and it was noted that he had
placed in Pittsburg banks to his credit $400,000. It was reported that Charles
M. Schwab, former head of the steel trust, had come to his rescue, and many
believed It until Lovejoy himself has given out the statement that it was
Carnegie who aided him In his trouble.
FOUND DREYFUS FORGERIES
Col. Georges Picquart, France's minister of
war, who, next to Alfred Dreyfus, was the hero
of the famous Dreyfus case, was present the
other day when the shooting of Dreyfus took
place, during the so-called canonization of Emile
Zola, the author and writer.
The first clew to the innocence of Dreyfus
and to the identity of the real culprit came in
the year 1895 by the discovery by spies of a
card telegram (petit blue) written by Lieut
Col von Schwarzkoppen and addressed to
Commandant Esterhazy, calling upon him to
give more detailed information. This card tele-
gram—afterwards famous in the case as the
"petit bieu"—it was written on a blue post card
—was taken to Col. Picquart, who had succeeded
Col. Sandherr as chief of the secret Intelligence
bureau. Col. Picquart looked into Esterhazy's
record and antecedents. He obtained specimens
of his writing, and made the sensational discovery that it was Esterhazy and
not Dreyfus who had written the bordereau, the document containing French
military- secrets sold to the Germans which led to the charges against
Dreyfus.
Picquart set the machinery In motion which would have given Dreyfus
a new trial and at the same time placed Esterhazy on trial as the real author
of the bordereau. The French army generals behind the conspiracy thwarted
Col. Picquart's purpose. They sent him on a mission to Tunis and placed
Lieut. Col. Henry in charge of the secret intelligence bureau.
Public opinion in France was thus stifled for a time. Esterhazy was court-
martialed and acquitted. Col. Picquart was arrested .on the charge of forging
the "petit bleu." The charge failed and he was rearrested on the charge of
showing secret documents of the war office to a lawyer. On this charge he
was convicted by a court-martial packed by the conspirators of the general
staff and dismissed from the army.
And then began the long battle which ended in the vindication of Dreyfus,
and the promotion of Picquart to the head of the army.
BUTTERFLY A BUSY BEE
Y dear young moth-
er, will you par-
don me if I ad-
dress a few words
to you on the sub-
ject of Theodore?
I have noticed for
some time how
vigilant has been
your care for the
manly little fellow.
You will not let
him play with
Tommy Perkins in
the summer be-
cause Tommy says
"Gosh!" You have
forbidden him to
associate in the
slightest degree
with Eddy Con-
way because Eddy
smokes cigarettes,
and you have
threatened to have l^is father chastise
him if he has anything to do with
Aleck Saunders because Aleck swears
like a trooper in Flanders.
You have done all these things In
order that Theodore's language may be
free from the tares that might other-
wise choke it; but have you been
careful in all things? Have you seen
to it that the records of the talking
machine that you bought for his de-
lectation are up to your own high
standard of grammar and culture? I
trow not.
A phonograph need not be vulgar
if its early associates are of the prop-
er kind, but I notice that many of
them are vulgar. One gets the im-
pression that they have copied the
speech of coarse and uncultivated
men. Phonographs have absolutely
no creative ability, but they are, with-
in certain limitations, absolute mimics
and they have the knack of picking
up the phrases of men whom you
would never think of admitting to
your drawing room.
You were horrified the other day
at the notion of letting dear Theodore
go to one of the most respectable
of continuous shows, but the new
record that came to him that after-
noon had mimicked word for word
a monologue that never would have
been allowed upon the boards of that
theater. His little friends Aloysius
and Van Sutphen and Saltonstall use
an English remarkable for its purity
of inflection and intonation, but that
phonpgraph record has a diction un-
speakably vulgar. It is not alone
the thing it says, but the nasty way it
says it, that makes it a poor com-
panion for Theodore.
Pardon me, my dear young mother,
but I can't help laughing at you jusi
a little. You take Theodore to the
symphony concerts that he may culti-
vate his musical taste, but I never
hear him whistling any movement
from Beethoven's, Schubert's or Schu-
mann's symphonies. Yet that inex-
pressible street song that emerged
from the phonograph last week was
his in a half hour, both words and
music—and vulgarity. I believe that
Mrs. Perkins would have spanked
Tommy if he had sung it in her pres-
ence, although she does tolerate his
"Gosh!"
I really can't blame the talking ma-
chine. It has no conscience; it has
no pride of ancestry to keep it in the
right way. It has simply a waxlike re-
ceptive capacity and absolutely no
sense of selection. If it heard good
songs and refined speeches it would
undoubtedly repeat them, but as its
associates are for the most part vul-
gar it is small wonder that with its
remarkable imitative faculty it should
pick up many words, phrases, ideas,
and leit motlven that are objection-
able. The fault is not with the pho-
nograph; it lies with you, and it is to
me inexpressibly droll to see you
shielding Theodore from those pesti-
lent fellows, Tommy, Eddy and Aleck,
while you admit to. the intimacy of
your house those records that success-
fully imitate the tough whine, the
illiterate grammatical construction
and the at times disgustingly vulgar
witticisms of the cheaper stage.
I am not standing up for Tommy
Perkins or Eddy Conway or Aleck
Saunders, but Theodore might imi-
tate some of their good points at the
same time that he learned to say
"Gosh!" or to smoke corn-silk cigar-
ettes. It is also possible to break up
a tendency to swear and one may
reason a boy out of the habit of acting
as a chimney while incinerating corn
silk.
But the tough accent; once acquired
is almost ineradicable, and I cannot
conceive of any good coming from
Theodore's association with the un-
canny voice which says: "Loidies an'
gen'l'mun, de udder day I wouldn't
have went to de t'eater on'y I chanst
Wfr//
"dttell Loomis
to meet a young dame on der street,"
etc.
A man is known by the cylinders
he keeps.
O O O
RE you dowdy?
If you are not,
don't read this at
all, but if you are,
take my advice
and secure a full-
length photograph
of yourself and
study it. What
may have escaped
your attention in
your own small
mirror will be
brought home to
you in a portrait.
Ask your friends
if you are dowdy,
and if they hesi-
tate, even for a
moment, in an-
swering you, you
are.
Having found
out that you are
dowdy, the next thing to do is to stop
being dowdy.
If you are married, stop it because
your husband doesn't like it.
If you are single, stop it because
the young men of your acquaintance
don't like it
I can't tell the difference between
a bolero and a polonaise; I am not an
expert in feminine sartorial terminolo-
gy, but I can tell a dowdy woman a
block off and so can every other
American man.
It is just as much an affront to
your family to be«a dowdy as it is to
serve uninteresting dinners. Let your
food be plain if need be, but let it be
something that attracts the attention
of the tongue and causes it to tele-
graph pleasant news to the stomach.
So though your clothes be plain
and inexpensive, make them interest-
ing. If you have been married for
some time and have always been dow-
dy, you will be surprised to see how
the change in your get-up will affect
your husband. He will begin to take
notice and will tell you you're growing
young again. '
Get together in this, oh women, and
the dowdy will become as extinct as
the dodo.
(Copyright, by James Pott & Co.)
Do
O
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The earl of Crewe, the handsomest man and
the most stylishly dressed in the British house
of lords, has been promoted from lord president
of the council, a position almost a sinecure at
$10,000 a year, to secretary of state for the colo-
nies, a portfolio that provides lots of work and
a salary of $25,000 a year. In his old position
his principal duty "was to carry a big, two-handed
sworrd at the opening of parliament and do his
best to prevent it from getting entangled be-
tween the legs of some state functionary. This
duty would occupy about half an hour a year,
and the radical wing of the government party
have been raising a fuss about the salary being
out of all proportion to the services rendered.
There was some danger of the post being abol-
ished, so it was deemed advisable to provide
Lord Crewe with a position of real responsibility.
Five years ago it would have been considered
absurd to give him any position so important as that he now fills, for he was
distinguished only as a thing of rare beauty. His father-in law, Lord Rose-
bery, had caustically referred to him as a "society butterfly," but for once
Rosebery was mistaken. When the Birrell education bill reached the house
of lords it was Crewe who had to defend it from the vicious attacks of the con-
servatives. He was defeated, but it was a gallant fight against overwhelming
c-dds. and it showed that there was good material in the man underneath his
aindified air, his irreproachable dreM and kit almost girlish beauty.
I
An old log distillery, famous through-
out the county, had just been destroyed
by fire, and several men, sitting in the
courthouse, were talking about the
passing away of this landmark, dating
back to British rule, when Limuel
Jucklin spoke up: "And I understand
that it's not to be rebuilt This shows
how sentiment has grown in a certain
direction. Why, I can remember the
time when if a stillhouse had burned
down they would have begun to re-
build it before the ground cooled off.
That much was naturally to be in-
ferred. But a good many folks will
tell you that there wan't so much
drunkenness then as there Is now. Well,
there wan't as many people. If there
had been as many people there would
have been more drunkenness. The fact
Is that a good many men were about
full all the time and as no one had
ever seen them sober nobody could
tell when they were drunk."
"Then you don't believe that a dram
is good for a man?" said the county
judge.
"Well, if he thinks it is, mebby it
is—as long as be is justified in thinkin'
so. But in these days it requires
about all of a man's keenness—his
ireahness, you understand—to make a
llvin' or to push anything to success,
and a good-sized horn of liquor nearly
always takes off the wire edge. I can
recollect when the average lawyer
thought he had to be about half drunk
before he could make a speech.
Whisky gave him a bigger flow of
words, and a6 whisky was the jury,
and sometimes the judge as well as
the lawyer, liquor appeared to have
pretty nigh everything its own way.
A trial wan't hardly anything but a
talkin' contest. The loudest talker
was usually regarded as the smartest
man, for of all critics in the world
whisky is the worst.
"Whisky not only furnished the ar-
gument, but very often supplied the
cause for litigation. Most of the
trials were of a criminal nature, the
cause for an ordinary lawsuit having
resulted in a fight. And I could al
ways believe the story they told on
old Tom Marshall, one of the greatest
lawyers of his time, I reckon. One
day he was rather hurriedly engaged
to defend a feller, but as he was
pretty far along in his cups—quart
cups at that—he got off on his wrong
foot and began to prosecute. He tip-
toed in his wrath. He painted the
feller as bein' the worst scoundrel on
the earth. Just then somebody pulled
his coat tail and says: 'Tom, you're
on the wrong side.' What did Tom
do—apologize? No, he Just sloshed
his liquor over on the other side and
there he was. He said: 'Such, gentle-
men of the jury, is the false argument
that will be brought forward against
this inoffensive gentleman,' and so
forth, and then he proceeded to clear
him. The young lawyer had to drink
because the old feller set him the ex-
ample. Why, in those days a man
didn't think he was at himself until
ho had about three drinks. There was
hardly any such thing as farm ma-
chinery. They cut wheat with a
cradle and plowed with cast iron—
thrashed grain with a flail, and—"
Here old Uncle Ben Weatherby
spoke up. "Yes, and folks were a
dinged sight better off then than now.
There wan't half as much stealin' a
goin' on."
"No," Limuel admitted, "because
there wan't half as much to steal nor
half as many folks to steal it. But
when a man thinks as you do, Uncle
Ben, there ain't no use to arguy with
him. Nobody can successfully arguy
with a man that's a llvin' in the
past. It is of no use to dispute the
writin' on a tombstone. But I hap-
pen • to remember that in them good
old days I had to work on a farm and
I know what it was. There wan't
hardly a book in the whole neighbor-
hood, and a newspaper was looked on
as the agent of old Satan himself. The
result was that when a man went a
few miles from home he was in a
strange land. There wan't a stove
anywhere, and in the winter we near-
ly froze to death. But there's no use
in recounting all of the inconveniences.
You won't acknowledge 'em, anyhow."
"Well, that's all right," said the
Judge, "but with all the liquor drinkin'
folks lived longer then."
"That so? The reports of the life
insurance companies don't say it. The
faster we get out of the good old days
the longer the average of life. They
say it's on account of sanitation. But
there hasn't been much of a change in
that respect in the country. But here
the average length of life is Increasin'
the s^me as in the towns. It's liquor,
boys; just liquor. The most impor-
tant truths are the slowest ones we
learn, and it took a long time to find
out that even one drink of whisky a
day is bad. It builds up the sub-
stance of trouble and gives merely
the shadow of pleasure. Of course,
I know there Is no use to talk this
way to you old fellers. Your opin-
ions are formed and your habits are
set, but there is a generation a comin','
and the youngsters are the ones Fm
after.
"Yes, I'd like to talk to the young
fellers. There ain't no hope for the
young man that drinks. He may be
just as moral—In a general way he^
may be more moral than hundreds of
fellers that don't touch liquor at all
—but in these days liquor on a young
man's breath offsets a thousand let-
ters as to character. I notice in a
newspaper that the emperor of Ger-
many says that beer is ruinln' thou-
sands of his people. Temperance folks
used to hold up beer as a means of
escapin' whisky. But when a man's
drunk it doesn't make much differ
ence what put him there. I've noticed
that a right industrious man can get
drunk on beer, and when it comes to
drinkin' the average man ain't wantin'
in industry.
"A good while ago, when I didn't
have quite as much jedgment as I've
got now, some one told me that I
ought to take beer as a tonic. He
took it and was the healthiest lookln'
man I ever saw. Well, havln' a little
leanin' that way, anyhow, I took his
advice. I started in one day when
I'd come into town to get some barbed
wire, and the more I drank the more
I was convinced that it wouldn't make
me drunk. I fell off my horse goin'
home and as I couldn't get back, I
slept right where I was. And when
I woke up nobody could have con-
vinced me that I hadn't eaten the
barbed wire. I haven't touched a
drop since, but it took me about ten
years to live down that day's report.
Folks would say: 'Oh, yes, I know
Lim Jucklin—gets drunk and falls off
his horse.' So, boys, whenever some
feller finds a good temperance drink
for you, go him a little better and
stick to water. I beg your pardon for
preachin' to you, Uncle Ben, but I
believe you needed it."
(Copyright, by Opie Read)
Even Slight Catarrhal Derangement*
of the Stomach Produce Acid Fer-
mentation of the Food.
If s Stomach Catarrh
Some people are thin and always re-
main thin, from temperamental rea-
sons. Probably in such cases nothing
can be done to change this personal*
peculiarity.
But there are a large number of peo-
ple who get tnin, or remain thin, who
naturally would be plump and fleshy
but for some digestive derangement.
Thin people lack in adipose tissue.
Adipose tissue is chiefly composed of
fat.
Fat is derived from the oily constit-
uents of food.
The fat-making foods are called by
the physiologist, hydrocarbons. This
class of foods are not digested in the
stomach at all. They are digested in
the duodenum, the division of the ali-
mentary canal just below the stomach.
The digestion of fat is mainly, if not
wholly, the work of the pancreatic
Juice. This Juice is Of alkaline reac-
tion, and is rendered inert by the addi-
tion of acid. A hyperacidity of the
digestive fluids of the stomach passing
down into the duodenum, destroys
the pancreatic fluid for digestive pur-
poses. Therefore, the fats aro not di-
gested or emulsified, and the system is
deprived of its due proportion of oily
constituents. Hence, the patient grows
thin.
The beginning of the trouble is a ca-
tarrhal condition of the stomach which
causes hyperacidity of the gastric
Juices. This hyperacidity is caused by
fermentation of food in ths stomach.
When the food is taken into the stom-
ach, if the process of digestion does
not begin immediately, acid fermenta-
tion will take place. This creates a
hyperacidity of the stomach juices
which in their turn prevent the pan-
creatic digestion of the oils, and the
emaoiation results.
A dose of Peruna before each meal
hastens the stomach digestion. By
hurrying digestion, Peruna prevents
fermentation of the contents of the
stomach, and the pancreatic juice is thus
preserved in its normal state. It then
only remains for the patient to eat a *
sufficient amount of fat-forming foods,
and the thinness disappears and plump-
ness takes its plaoe.
Obeying Mother
A man had just arrived at a Mas-
sachusetts summer resort In the
afternoon he was sitting on the ver-
anda when a handsome young woman.
and her six-year-old son came out
The little fellow at once made friends
with the latest arrival.
"What Is your name?" he asked.
Then, when this information had been
given, he added: "Are you married?"
"I am not married," responded the
man, with a smile.
At this the child paused a moment,
and, turning to his mother, said:
"What else was It mamma, you
wanted me to ask him?"—Harper's.
It's Fins.
C. M. Johnson, Louisville, Ky.,
writes:
"I have used your Hunt's Cure, and
It is fine."
We have many similar letters.
Hunt's Cure is a strictly guaranteed
remedy for any variety of skin dis-
eases. It stops Itching instanta-
neously.
A Redeeming Trait
"There was one good thing about
Adam and Eve."
"What was that?"
"When they were In Eden they did
not send out any souvenir postals."
It Cures While You Walk.
Allen's Foot-Ease is a certain cure far
bat, sweating, callous, and swollen, aching
feet. Sold by all Druggists. Price 25c. Don't
accept any substitute. Trial package FRB6.
Address Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y.
Innocence is better than repent-
ance; an unsullied life is better than
pardon.—Scholes.
TO DKIVK OUT MALARIA
AND BUILD LP THE SYSTEM.
Take the Old Standard GROVKS TASTELESS
CHILL TONIC. Ton know what yoa are taking.
The formula is plainly printed on every bottle,
showing It is simply Quinine and Iron tn a tasteless
form, and the most effectual form. For grown
Many a man who knows himself
hasn't any cause to boast of the ac-
quaintance.
Hicks' Capudine Cures Women.
Periodic pains, backache, nervousness
and headache relieved immediately and
assists nature. Prescribed by physicians
with best results. Trial bottle 10c. Regular
size 25c and 50c at all druggists.
A man's enemies anxiously await an
opportunity to meet his widow.
Race horses and watches should go
for all they are worth.
Mrs. Wlnslow's Soothing- Syrnn.
For children teething, softens the guns, reduces tn*
flsmmatloa.allsyspsln, cures wind colic. 25c s bottle.
Some farmers are smaller potatoes
than they raise.
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