Rome, Georgia - History (part 16 of 17)

5 THROWN INTO LAKE - Members of the Women's Auxiliary of the Floyd County Farm Bureau had a big time at Updegrove Lake, Armuchee, at their big picnic. A feature was the upsetting of a canoe carrying Misses Bertha Evans and Willie Bohannon, Harry Selman, Arthur and Elmore Miller, caused when one of the boys and one of the girls tried to exchange seats and produced an uneven keel effect which let water in. Several jumped to the other side of the boat all at once and she went over.

Most of those aboard could swim. The boys helped the girls and the girls clung to the boat, while Mr, Harrison luckily came along and fished them out. Mr. Harrison advised them that it was well to keep an even keel, but the boys were too busy blowing and the girls wringing out their skirts to hear.

500 PEOPLE "BAPTIZED" - The largest "baptizing by immersion" in the history of Floyd County took place yesterday afternoon at 3 o'clock at Armuchee, 100 yards below the bridge over Armuchee Creek and the Summerville road. Five hundred, more or less, received the heavenly sacrament, which penetrated to their skins and poured off their bonnets and hats.

The occasion was the scheduled baptism of 14 candidates for admission to the Armuchee Baptist Church, and the fact that so many others got drenched was due entirely to a sudden rain.

The Rev. Gordon Ezzell, pastor of the North Broad Baptist Church, also of the Armuchee Church, had arranged to submerge the following: Mrs. Cleve Salmon, Miss Lizzie Graham, Mr. and Mrs. Plant and their mother, Mrs. Eagle, Hill Yarbrough, Clifford and Selman Johnson and Jim Goodwin. At the water's edge Misses Beatrice and Annie Holder, Clara Graham and Addie May Salmon asked to be included.

Leaders of the church attending the candidates began singing that old hymn, "When We Gather at the River." The clouds, in the meantime, had been gathering, but very cautiously, and only a puny sprinkle gave warning of the buckets that were soon to fall. The pastor stood firm, the candidates for immersion held their ground and the singers chanted on. Only a few on the outer edge of the crowd scampered away to the bridge. The storm broke. Most of the crowd remained under the trees. A few ran to the gin house. A couple with a baby, six months old, across the creek from the most of the folks, crept into a dry goods box that some boys had set in the bank as a "cave" or "dugout," and they didn't come out until the rain had stopped, nearly an hour later.

Gradually those under the trees broke away to gin or bridge, until both places of refuge were well filled. The gin house was so full that the overflow ran to the bridge. The faces of some of the girls lost their luster, and many silk stockings and white shoes were dyed with the red old mud of Georgia. Hats were a sight. Nearly a hundred automobiles and conveyances stood in two or three inches of water near the gin.

Where The Crowd Sought Shelter

The old Armuchee covered bridge (right), below which the baptizing took place. The old Buena Vista hotel, which stood at the northeast corner of Broad Street and Sixth Avenue, is shown at the left. The small frame building was Daniel R. Mitchell's law office.

Half the crowd hopped into conveyances and went elsewhere. The other half trooped back to the creek with the candidates due to be immersed. They were all set again when a flash of lightning lit up the sky and struck a tree near the bridge, and the thunder roared like the wrath of Old Scratch. Nearly half of those remaining went back to the gin house, and it was announced that the ceremonies would be performed next Sunday at 2:30, provided it didn't rain.

The Rev. A. V. Carnes a little later immersed several new members in Hackney's pond, Summerville road, near Big Dry Creek. Members of this party arriving at Armuchee asked: "Did you have any rain here?"

COW IN "TANGLEFOOT TRAP" - Mrs. J. D. Clark called up the police yesterday and told them a cow had bogged up in a hole filled with tar at the end of the North Rome car line. When the officer arrived, the cow and the tar were gone. - Sept. 2, 1921.

Policeman Poole was painfully hurt yesterday afternoon when the fire chief's automobile hit him. Mr. Poole was in a Ford car ahead of the chief's car, which was answering a call to the Rome Oil Mill, and fearing a collision from behind, Mr. Poole jumped out of

INJURED IN FALL - Mrs. Fanny Nance, of South Rome, is being treated for a broken or badly sprained right arm as the result of an accident Friday night in the yard of her home after a visit to neighbors across the street.

About six years ago Mrs. Nance fell and broke her left wrist, and four years ago an automobile ran over her and broke her right shoulder and dislocated her left hip. Friends and relatives have made many inquiries about her. - Dec. 19, 1920.

landslide not quite political came Wilson M. Hardy's way last night at 1 o'clock which caused him to bounce out of bed in a hurry. Bank and rock wall on the old Nicholas J. Bayard lot, just above him at the northeast corner of Third avenue and East Fourth street, loosened by the heavy rains, came sliding down into his cement garageway, part of it falling against and crushing an edge of his garage and blocking the removal of his car until "Dr." Will Mitchell arrived with a gang of men and saved the situation.

Several tons of dirt from the steep bank came down with a five-foot retaining wall and made a oile about a foot high for a distance of 25 feet, the entire length of the garageway.

the retaining wall would hold it. Mr. Hardy owns part of the high bank, which contains the home of B. F. Quigg, superintendent of city schools, which was built many years ago by the late Nicholas J. Bayard, a descendant of the gentleman of the same name who was once United States Ambassador to France.

A small house on Reservoir street fell over on its side yesterday morning when rain and a sluice caused the foundations to crumble. - Feb. 9, 1921.

LUXURY UP THE RIVER - Rex Culpepper, Beecher Funderburk, Herman Shiflett and others are camping out at Whitmore's Island for a few days, having gone up the Oostanaula Sunday. They pushed their houseboat up with Mr. Culpepper's motor boat, and went through the rapids around the island without a bobble. - Aug. 15, 1921.

of northern tourists or eastern tourists who had driven into Rome on their way back home told of seeing a man hanging to a tree about five miles out on the Summerville Pike. They told the cafe proprietor they had often heard of lynchings in Georgia, but said they had never before been brought face to face with any.

Their story attracted considerable attention and two members of the local police force accompanied them in their automobile to the place and found - a scarecrow hanging to a tree. The tourists had never seen a scarecrow, for they were not used, they said, where they lived. - Tribune-Herald, Sept. 7. 1921.

Typewriter Business Good

TYPEWRITER BUSINESS GOOD - A story of how two men who are said to have had safe-cracking reputations, took in a lot of gullible Romans on a typewriter repairing scheme has just came to light with the disappearance of the men and the clamor of a host of sadder but wiser creditors.

Incidentally, according to a detective who came here on the trail of the three, local officers of the law narrowly missed claiming a $7,000 reward offered for their arrest following a bank robbery and other depredations.

The two are gone from here. Their equipment and supplies are gone or tied up, and creditors are wondering how the assets will be untangled so as to satisfy all. The detective said he hoped to bag the fugitives by last Sunday night, but whether he has succeeded is not known here. - Aug. 7, 1921.

NEW DEPUTY AT LINDALE - Harry P. Meikleham, agent of the Massachusetts Mills at Lindale, Friday appealed to Ordinary Harry Johnson to swear him in as a special deputy sheriff. Mr. Meikleham received an appointment to serve in the mill section, but has not yet taken the oath.

BACK TO THE FARM - You can't keep 'em down on the farm unless you give them some of the privileges of the town. That was the substance of the opinion voiced by Leland Green, principal of the Berry School for Boys, in an address to the Kiwanis Club today. C. Bernard Keim's male quartette from

Doc Routledge, recently wedded, was the smiling recipient of a "kitchen shower" by the members, which left him v/ith a great heap of utensils from can openers to baking dishes before him. - Sept. 27, 1921.

AN IDLE LAD'S PRANKS - The police have been asked by James M. Harris, local manager of the Southern Bell Telephone and Telegraph Company, to look out for a youth who on Friday at 12:20 p. m. shot four times into the company's 25-phone lead cable on the Lindale road and put a number of suburban and Lindale phones out of commission. The mischief was done between the Chas. Porter place and Mrs. Jno. C. Miller's, and a number of people heard the shots. - Nov. 28, 1920.

Christmas Beer Destroyed

CHRISTMAS BEER DESTROYED - Christmas liquor trade of the La- Fayette district of Walker County was broken up to a considerable extent last week by Revenue Agents Williams and Wardlaw, who reported to headquarters in the Federal building here that they destroyed three or four stills with 7,000 to 10,000 gallons of beer, but without catching anybody. - Dec. 24, 1920.

SUIT IN CHICKEN CASE - Hearing on the injunction suit filed by J. L. Botts, of Chulio District, in Floyd Superior Court, to make Bud and Madge Hicks keep up their chickens, will be held Saturday at 10 o'clock before Judge Moses Wright. A temporary injunction was granted.

Bob Stewart, preacher, who made it so hot for the moonshiners in another section of North Georgia that he almost disrupted his church, many members of which were said to be secretly allied with the outlaws, and was removed to another charge by the Methodist conference, is now on the trail of the malefactors in Floyd County.

While pastor of churches in the more mountainous section of North Georgia, Bob Stewart is said to have led Federal officers on raids that resulted in 47 arrests of moonshiners. He also reported many other dew boys who "beat it." On one occasion he is said to have quit in the middle of a sermon to lead a party of revenue men who arrived at his summons.

Mr. Stewart is now in charge of the churches on the Armuchee circuit, having been assigned to that charge about a year ago. He has been going quietly about his duties and winning the confidence of the better element of the citizenship with whom he comes in contact. This he now has to the fullest extent, it is said, and the good citizens of the Armuchee section of Floyd County are said to be for him to a man. Now he is ready to begin his warfare on the illicit liquor makers and distributors. - Sept. 16, 1921.

AIRPLANE TRIP - Mr. and Mrs. Pennington Nixon flew over Biscayne Bay, near Miami, the other day in an aeroplane, according to a telegram received by Mr. Nixon's . twin brother, George Nixon. They had just returnd to Florida after a trip to Cuba.

POURS OUT LIQUOR - City Manager Sam King had the rare pleasure last night of pouring out a gallon of licker at the police station which had been captured at the home of Bill Ballard, colored, on East Third street, near the railroad, by Revenue Raider Grover C. Williams and Policemen Jess and Mell Johnson. Bill was landed in a cell. ' '

Mr. King poured it into a sink which became stopped up as the white lightning tried to escape through the drain. He could only sigh. "Them was the happy days." - Jan. 19, 1921.

INTO WATER WAGON - Harv. Wood, a hefty negro ditch digger employed by the city, was arrested yesterday at noon on West Fifth avenue by Officer Tolbert, charged with plain drunkenness. He worked hard for several hours, but got too close to some licker and fell off the water wagon, having been on it about a week.

The old man boarded a car bound for West Rome on Second avenue and started singing. He was warned at the transfer station to keep quiet, but the licker had put him in paradise, and so he was easy for the police to catch. It is said he can dig a lot of ditches when he leaves whisky alone, which he doesn't do about the same time each Saturday. - Sept. 4, 1921.

BOOTLEGGER WARNED - Judge W. J. Nunnally handed out Saturday in City Court sentences to a number of persons convicted during the week. Will Martin, old bootlegger, was fined $100 and given 12 months on the chaingang, but sentence was suspended pending good behavior. "If you are caught with a bottle on your hip, or whisky on your breath, Will, in you go," announced the court. "You have been coming up here about 40 years, it seems, and I have almost given up hope of reforming you. Last time you told me you were going to get into the church. I hope you will reform this time." Will swore by the everlasting devils that he was going to straighten up and be a man. - March 20^ 1921.

This is of great scientific interest to frequenters of back rooms and cellars, where they sell you a whisk broom with every drink, to brush yourself off when you get up.

A QUEER APPETITE - An overdose of watermelon, canned fish and corn liquor proved more serious early this morning for Henderson Jackson, 40, than the usual colored folks' relish of catfish and ice cream might have been.

Henderson kept his soft drink stand open near the Fairbanks plant in West Rome Sunday and appeared to be all right up to 10 o'clock p. m. He had eaten some watermelon and salmon. At 1 a. m. today he staggered up to Annie Perkins' home nearby and complained of pains in his abdomen. He said he thought he would be able to make it home soon. He never got away from here, although Dr. C. X. Gain was called.

Coroner Ogles held an inquest this morning, at which a verdict was returned saying he died from an imprudent use of whisky and watermelon. Investigators found a salmon can opened and empty at his stand. - Aug. 8, 1921.

BEER ON SPEED PLACE - Two barrels or 130 gallons of distilled beer were discovered Friday morning by Revenue Agents Williams and Wardlaw at the home of J. M. Weatherby, at Bell's Ferry, Oostanaula River, on the old place of the late Terrell Speed, Floyd County "coonskin statesman." The officers searched a place where brush had been piled on the river bank, in the belief that the distillery had been inundated by the high water.

Weatherby is said to have stated that he had the beer as slop for his pigs. He was put under $100 bond by United States Commissioner Printup and he made the bond all right.

Judge Printup put Jim White, colored, under $1,000 bond, Jim having been charged with pumping water through a pipe line half a mile to a still, which was destroyed by Mr. Williams and Mr. Wardlaw. Another negro ran away too fast for the ofiicers to overtake him. This was near Villanow, Walker County, and it was at this place, November 24, that the officers caught Bob Love, Dave Shahan and James Fitzpatrick, farmers, who were put under bond by Judge Printup.

COMMEND CHIEF - Methodist ministers in weekly session this morning adopted resolutions commending Chief of Police Charles I. Harris for his order closing illegally operated stands and places in the city on Sunday. - Jan. 24, 1921.

CATFISH GET "DRINK" - Catfish in the Oostanaula River Thursday behaved queerly following a windfall of sprituous liquors that came their way Wednesday night when Policemen Mell and Jess Johnson and Revenue Agent Grover C. Williams poured 14 gallons of licker into the gutter at the police station, in the presence of Chief Harris, several other officers and a thirsty newspaper man.

The officers found the spirits in an automobile near the plant of the Indian Refining Company in East Rome, and brought car and contents to the station. The owner of the car is said to be known. The capture is supposed to have made a dent in the supply for a certain section of East Rome where young men gather. - Feb. 6, 1921.

WOMAN'S DIVINE RIGHT - Whether or not a wife has a right to take money from her husband's pockets while he is asleep or out of his room will be the point to be determined before Justice Sapp Reese this afternoon, when a man of middle age will appear as prosecutor of his young wife. It's a fine point of law that will be watched with much interest by all married men. It is alleged that the man left a goodly sum in his coat pocket under his pillow. When he went for it the money was gone. He charges that only his wife had been in the room. - Jan. 4, 1921.

PEANUT BUTTER CONSUMPTION - W. Mclntyre, manager of the Rogers' store at 503 Broad street, has received a check for $20, being second prize offered by L. W. Rogers for the largest sale of peanut butter. Mr. Mclntyre beat the best Atlanta store by $5.44. with 540 jars of peanut butter sold during two weeks. - Sept. 9, 1921.

SPEED DEMON IN 1910 - Editor Tribune: Your account in Sunday's issue of the police court society event of Saturday morning was very interesting, as well as humorous. I am glad if the part I played in the performance was a means of entertaining the good people of Rome for a few minutes. Such recreation no doubt lengthens human life, as well also as making the said life a rippling stream of laughter - but "never again," so far as your humble servant is concerned.

I saw a machine going down Second avenue Saturday afternoon, Sept. 24th, 1910, at not less than 50 miles an hour. I have seen automobiles run at all speeds, slow, fast, touching the high planes, etc., but that machine beat all. Feeling it my duty to my fellow citizens to do what I could toward putting a stop to this reckless indifference to human life, I, at great personal inconvenience and neglect of my business, reported the matter to the police and attended the aforesaid society event.

In the future the aforesaid gentleman and his car, or any other man can drive down Second avenue or any other avenue, as fast as they please, so far as I am concerned. There will be no voluntary second appearance of your humble servant in police society events.

If the reckless running of machines on our streets is allowed to continue, the time will soon come when the broken limbs and lost lives of Rome people will present the automobile situation to you in a light so serious that it will not be presented to your readers as a humorous society police court event, but accounts of saddened, desolate homes and funeral processions will be their entertainment. - John H. Reynolds.

"PARSON" STAGES HOT BOUTS - "Parson" H. F. Joyner staged a series of hot juvenile bouts with gloves Friday night at the Maple Street Community gymnasium, and about 100 persons, mostly boys, attended.

Alton Cole knocked out Broadus Murdock in the third round. Referee Carl Griffin counted ten over young Murdock and Cole was declared the winner.

W. E. Bridges got the decision over Joe Brauda in a six-round bout, and Porter Harvey knocked the wind out of Robert Shahan in the second round.

CIVILIANS BITE "SAWDUST" - Nearly 200 people attended the boxing bouts Friday night at "Parson" Joyner's Maple Street Community House gymnasium. It was a good show for the boys formerly in the army who had learned the noble art of self-defense, but not so good for certain civilians who were out of condition. The doughboys knocked the "sawdust" out of their antagonists in short order.

Concerning the moral involved in boxing fostered by a church organization. Dr. Joyner said yesterday: "Some people who are invited to invest in our work occasionally say we are teaching young men things that they are trying to get them away from - fighting. What we are doing is teaching boys how to defend themselves on a basis of fair play. Most young fellows growing up are sensitive. They nurse little grudges a. long time. A lick with the fist is remembered; it calls for retaliation at some future time; a lick with the gloves usually does little harm, and sensitiveness and grudges die out with it.

"After getting a stout punch in the 'slats' or the nose, a boy comes up laughing, and everybody laughs with him. It is seldom anybody gets mad. The exercise is good for the boys, and if they are ever called upon to defend themselves, they can do a good job. The boys bring their girls to our bouts; they leave oaths outside and cigarettes at home.

"Rubbing shoulders is the best thing in the world for boys. Competition puts them on the same plane. They learn to win through merit, and this encourages them to make adequate preparation, and to be prepared always. A boy who joins in with the bunch makes a better citizen than he who keeps aloof. He develops a sense of humor, of give and take, that is helpful throughout his

"Boys who engage in these friendly little bouts do not go around spreading tales and scandal about their companions. They are too busy playing the game right to indulge in such."

Lockers for the gymnasium are due to be installed this week, and the next thing, Mr. Joyner hinted, would be a Maple Street Athletic Association recruited from the boys of the Anchor Duck Mill. - Aug. 16," 1921.

HOUSEWIVES SUFFER - J. S. Rider, manager of the local gas plant, found himself an unpopular mortal this morning when he was forced to cut the gas off from every home, office and shop in Rome. The trouble was that a main under the plant got clogged up with tar or water, or both. Housewives called the plant from so many sources that the office man left the telephone receiver off the hook until the damage could be remedied temporarily. - Nov. 2. 1920.

RIGHT'S WIRELESS MUSIC - Gordon L. Hight, amateur wireless operator, entertained his friends at The News office and a good many others last night with a wireless phone concert, having picked up a "message" out of the air fi'om Pittsburg and connected it through his instrument with telephones around Rome. - Nov. 21, 1920.

BIBLE READING SET-BACK - Declaring the resolutions passed by the ministers and laymen on Bible reading in the public schools to be camouflage. Rev. H. Fields Saumenig, rector of St. Peter's Episcopal Church, Sunday urged his communicants to oppose the movement. He said he approved reading and prayer in principle, but was against the "unlimited measure" of the proponents. - Dec. 6, 1920.

YANCEY PARROT ON HIKE - Ben Yancey's parrot "Polly" felt a touch of spring Tuesday and went flying away from his adopted home on East Second street. Tower Hill. He flew to the top of an oak tree in the yard of the Catholic parsonage on East First street, and there wailed :

Seeing a likely perch on the top of St. Peter's Episcopal Church, he flew there, and began to curse frightfully. His raucous cries brought a jaybird to find out what was the matter, and when the jay discovered that it was only a feathered biped like himself, he flew at "Polly" as if to devour him. The parrot flung out a long wing, and, as the small boy would say, "hit him on the chin."

He created considerable interest during the recent World War by perching on the end of a large American flag which flew from a flagstaff at the top of the Neely School on Tower Hill, thus carrying out with a fine relish the eaglelike symbolism in Old Glory. The wind was strong enough to bear "Polly" at the tip end of the huge flag, and there he clung, shouting "Over the top and at the damned Germans, boys!" until hunger told him it was time to come down. - Mar. 17, 1921.

FINDS POSSUM IN TRAP - Sam Whitmire, of Everett Springs, is lucky at catching 'possums now and then. He was coming in to the town the other day and wishing he had one to take Mrs. Robert Battey. Before leaving, he went to the hen house to gather the eggs, and attached to a steel trap which he had set for some quadruped that had been catching his chickens he found a big fat 'possum.

Mr. 'Possum had been caught by the left hind foot. He was shoved into a crocus sack and brought to town, and served by Mrs. Battey with his best smile on and potatoes six inches high. - Jan. 10, 1921.

LINDALE HEN BUSY - R. C. Banks, who resides near Lindale, is the proud possessor of a hen - a real oldtime hen - that is worth her weight in gold. Banks declared that she is laying one huge egg each day in the week, not resting on Sunday, and that every egg she lays has two yolks, which would make her laying equal to two eggs a day. At this rate, at the present price of fresh eggs, she would lay $50 worth of eggs in twelve months. - Tribune- Herald, October 29, 1920.

FOG HINDERS FIREMEN - The heaviest fog in years hung over Rome Monday night like a blanket and proved dangerous for vehicle drivers and pedestrians. It was possible to see ahead only about 50 feet, and automobile lights proved almost useless. Horns sounded like the noise makers of steamers stuck in fogs.

At 10:02 p. m. the fire department answered a false alarm call from box 14, Fourth Ward, evidently turned in by a mischief maker. Through the fog the chief's car and the wagons plowed at reduced speed. The East Rome company also answered. It was found that the glass plate over the key to the box had been broken, and the key was gone. So were the practical jokers. - Feb. 4, 1921.

Romans attempted to get to their homes Friday night about 8:30 o'clock across the Second avenue bridge spanning the Etowah and Oostanaula Rivers, only to be held up because the insects were two feet thick in places. One business man's automobile was stalled on the Etowah bridge. His wheels slid around as if he had been on a ballroom floor, and it was only by applying a generous sprinkle of sand that he found it possible to continue home.

The insects swarmed on the windshield of another young citizen so he had to get down and scrape them off with a monkey wrench. At that he got plenty of them in his ears, eyes and hair, for they arose at his approach.

The insects were about an inch long, with wings nearly that length, and narrow, black bodies. They did not bear any resemblance to anything worth while, but appeared to be devoid of all stingers. They congregated

All day Friday and part of Saturday myriads of insects thought to have been the same as those infesting the streets gathered along the river banks. They weighted down willows and other bushes almost to the snapping point, to such an extent that many of the insects fell off and broke their necks or were drowned. Great patches floated down the rivers, but did not seem to attract the fish. They looked suspiciously like young snake doctors, but that is an unofficial surmise. - June 19, 1921.

"PRIMA DONNA" AT CEDARTOWN - Julian Eltinge was driven from his fame as a feminine impersonator Friday night when Jim Maddox, disguised as the wife of Glenn Harris, captivated the Cedartown Kiwanis Club and guests with his presence and his voice (the voice being that of Mrs. Ben Yancey, who sang from a concealed position while Maddox manipulated his lips.) In addition to this humorous stunt, Rome Kiwanians also participated in the after-dinner speeches at the charter presentation of the Cedartown club, which was held with elaborate ceremony at the new Wayside Inn. The charter was presented by H. E. Kelley, lieutenant governor of Georgia Kiwanis clubs.

Sixteen Romans attended the celebration. They were: Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Kelley, Mr. and Mrs. Benj. C. Yancey, Mr. and Mrs. Hilary Yeargan, Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Combs, Mr. and Mrs. Hughes T. Reynolds, Henderson Lanham, Jr., James Maddox, G. G. Harris, E. Pierce McGhee, J. W. Bryson, G. H. Hays. - Dec. 12, 1920.

A LAWYER ON THE HAT - Hats, styles of hats for men and how they should be worn, the evolution of the hat from barbaric days down through the ages, the hat as emblematic of man's downfall, the hat as a simile for man's attitude toward life was the topic of conversation and oratory at Wilson Hardy's presentation of a "top piece" to Walter Cothran last night at a dinner at the country club given by Mr. Hardy to members of the executive committee and special workers of the recent road bond campaign. The particular hat in question was one designed as an emblem of chieftainship. It was a ci'eation that might be set up as a stunning sartorial adornment for the species to rival the hats worn by the fairer but not weaker sex.

The dinner was a delicious assortment of foods served faultlessly and was of a flavor to give zest to the mood of the men who had gathered for a jubilee over the overwhelming bond election victory. Mr. Hardy as host presided with his happy manner on such occasions and announced that Col. Wright Willingham would present the hat.

"The hat is a symbol of man's downfall, his subjugation," said Col. Willingham, "and I have no pleasure in presenting one to a man of such distinction as Walter Cothran, who should be regarded as one among the few capable of maintaining the exalted place of man."

"Time was when man wore horns!" dramatically cried Col. Willingham, with a hark-back to evolutionary processes and a shake of his handsome iron-gray mane. "He didn't wear a hat. Then he shed his horns and wore long, shaggy hair. In the present enlightened age we forego hair and wear

Col. Willingham declared that if Walter Cothran must wear a hat, it should be one denoting courage, with the front pinned back to permit mm to look every man in the eye, one with a feather to denote leadership, and one with streamers to ripple behind him as he goes forth to combat. It was such a hat that he presented to the chairman of the city committee whose generalship was credited with getting out a larger per cent of city votes for bonds than was cast in the rural districts under the leadership of Wilson Hardy.

Mr. Cothran responded, but did not promise to wear the hat beyond the confines of his home. His assigned subject was, "If the hat fits you, wear it." With this theme he likened the hat to a man's relationship to the community. Some men are loath to discard comfortable old hats for a new one of a different block; some are loath to get out of the rut of old ways to take on new ways. Some men are so old fashioned that they refuse to wear a new hat style; some are so old fogy that they refuse to do anything for the advancement of their community. Some keep up with the procession wearing new hats; some accept new duties and responsibilities of a civic nature. He said that in no other place in America are there more men and women who are willing to accept the new hat of civic service than in Rome and that the service is always well done.

Lester C. Bush read a few spasms of original verse on the bond campaign. Hughes Reynolds spoke of "Bonds Is Bonds," Leon Covington told how to keep dead men from voting, Ed Maddox glorified the "immortal 67" who voted against bonds, saying that they represented the factor really responsible for the victory because they formed the opposition needed to arouse the advocates of bonds. He said he admired their courage if not their judgment, but that always on all questions men disagree and that they were entitled to their opinions.

Judge John W. Maddox, the "old war horse" of good roads, was asked to tell why he opposed (?) the bond issue. He said he was opposed (?) to spending the people's money for good roads because it wouldn't be long before everybody is flying in airships and the roads wouldn't be used any more.

The guests responded to a toast to John M. Graham, whose personality as general chairman of the campaign was declared to have been the winning factor in the election. With a toast to the host who had so gracefully fulfilled a campaign pledge, the dinner adjourned. - June 23, 1921.

WUXTRY! FIRST STRAW - Saturday afternoon's balmy air brought out the first straw hat of the season. It was seen on a healthy young buck from a small town near Rome, and it attracted so much attention that a crowd of boys gathered and followed it some distance up Broad.

Easter is expected to bring out a lot of straw hat wearers who are a bit timid as yet, not to mention the Easter bonnets that the women always wear, and the new suits worn by men and women alike. - Mar. 20, 1921.

WORK STREETS OR PAY - Notices have been sent out by C. I. Harris, city marshal, requiring certain persons to appear at the City Hall Monday, May 16, at 7 o'clock a. m., with pick or shovel, for the purpose of working

Robert Battey As A Drug Clerk In Rome

Dr. Battey went into business with his brother, Dr. Geo. M. Battey, at No. 3 Exchange Hotel Block, and was a pharmacist nearly ten years before he studied surgery. On the left is Dr. Wm. Farell, once city physician, and between them Dr. Farell's son, Johnathan. (From a daguerreotype, about 1848).

on the streets four days. Nearly everybody is included. The streets are said to be in bad condition, particularly in some of the neighborhoods, and if everybody will work, they can be put in shape to walk and ride upon.

A Poet'S Tribute To The

A POET'S TRIBUTE TO THE COW - By R. S. Kennard: Little do we realize the debt we owe to the cow. During the dark ages of savagery and barbarism, we find her early ancestors natives of the forests of the old world. As the bright rays of civilization penetrated the darkness of that early period, man called upon the cow, and she came forth from her seclusion to share in the efforts that gave us a greater nation and more enlightened people.

In 1493, when Columbus made his second voyage to America, the cow came with him. Her sons helped till the soil of our ancestors, helped clear dense forests, and made homes possible for the coming generations - and when the tide of emigration turned westward, they hauled the belongings )f the pioneer across the sun-scorched plains and over the mountain ranges to the homes beyond. Truly the cow is man's greatest benefactor. Hail, wind, drought and floods may come, destroy our crops and banish our hopes, but from what is left, the cow manufactures the most nourishing and life-sustaining foods. We love her for her docility, her beauty and her usefulness. Her loyalty has never weakened and should misfortune overtake us, as we become bowed down with the weight of years, we know that in the cow we have a friend that was never known to falter. She pays the debt. She saves the home. - May 1, 1921.

NECROLOGICAL - Frank C. Caldwell, aged 30 years, whose young wife died less than a year ago, and whose son died last week, passed away early this morning at his home, No. 604 East Third street, after a short illness with pneumonia. His only remaining child, a young boy, is now critically ill with the same disease.

The funeral, which will occur at 2 o'clock this afternoon from the residence, will be conducted by Rev. Mr. Nelson, under the direction of the local camp of Modern Woodmen of America, of which deceased was a member. Interment will be at Antioch Cemetery, where the wife and child also lie.

FIRE AND RIDING HABIT - Miss Ora Belle Updegrove yesterday donned a habit not quite as extreme as the gray check riding suit she wore through the streets of Rome Friday following a fire

MARTHA BURNETT SPULLOCK, daughter of Judge and Mrs. Jas. M. Spullock, in her day one of the most beautiful belles in Cherokee Georgia. She married Willis P. Chisholm and went to live in Atlanta.

The Old City Hall, Now Rome News Plant

Thursday night at the residence of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George B. Updegrove, near Armuchee. A blaze that destroyed two rooms in the home took practically all her wearing apparel, and she came to Broadway without a horse for the purpose of replenishing her wardrobe, and spent Friday night with friends.

Neighbors rushed to the house with buckets and finally put out the fire. The rest of the home was saved. A defective flue caused the fire. - Dec. 19, 1921.

"KAMERAD!" - "What is that monument at Broad and Second avenue?" inquired Harry Snellings, of the Firestone Tire Co., Atlanta, on his first visit to Rome, Thursday.

"That commemorates the day in 1863 when Col. Streight, of Indiana, with 1,400 men, yelled 'Kamerad!' at Gen. Nathan B. Forrest, with 400," replied a friend of Mr. Snellings.

Mr. Snellings immediately became interested in Rome history and went off looking for a pipe, a breastplate and a sword hilt dug up here years ago and supposed to have been left by Ferdinand DeSoto, the well-known Spanish cavalier. - Jan. 27. 1921.

Several cases were set for trial, but witnesses failed to show up and the cases went over to the Monday session, when Recorder Ben Yancey takes the judge's chair and will begin his fouryear term of office. Mr. Yancey has been a recorder before as well as mayor of Rome, and those who remember his manner of performing his duty know that he will give the city a good administration.

There was no meeting of the Rome Baseball Association this morning, as had been called. Many of the members of the board of directors had business engagements that kept them from attending the meeting, and so, pre^ ferring to have the full directorate present, the meeting was postponed until a later date. - Dec. 31, 1920.

ROME'S GARBAGE DUMP - The dead body of a boy baby was found Thursday afternoon when a garbage wagon dumped a box on the bank of the Oostanaula River, Fourth Ward, just across from the court house. - Mar. 20, 1921.

DON'T BE A SLACKER! - Every newspaper, almost all of the trade journals, and every man, woman and child, individually and collectively, are seemingly engaged in the delightful indoor sport of preaching pessimism, predicting disasters and hard times generally. Folks are meandering around with faces as long as yardsticks, a yellow tinge to their physiognomies ; and a bad condition of the liver, weak hearts and flimsy spinal columns - all because, in the process of readjustment, business has necessarily slumped. Nobody smiles - nobody thinks of the big bunch of simoleons he has made during the abnormally prosperous times. No indeed, the country is going to the bow-wows and everything is greased for the occasion. - First National Bank. Feb. 9, 1921.

This is no time for slackers, either at the head of the business or at work in the shops. It will be a sui'vival of the fittest, and many will fall by the wayside. It is up to you whether you will bite the dust in defeat or with a real spirit that brooks no obstacles, surmount all diflficulties. emerging from the struggle a victorious, unconquerable, redblooded American business man. - First National Bank, Feb. 11, 1921.

On Wednesday, July 21, 1869, two brothers, Adolphus and R. Pass, were arraigned for stealing a pig from a man named Warren. The case coming to trial in the Superior Court before Judge Francis A. Kirby, Judge Augustus R. Wright addressed the jury thus in behalf of the accused, after the solicitor, Joel Branham, had concluded his argument:

"Gentlemen of the jury, these men fought gallantly for their country during the war. It is true they are poor, v/hile their accuser is prosperous; and the plaintiff not only did not fight, but he hired a substitute to fight for him. I ask you to take into account the unusual circumstances of the case, as well as the denial of the defendants.''

Following is a partial list of "pioneers" whose names appear on the books in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court as having participated in transfers of Rome and Floyd County real estate from 1833 through 1837. Among them are the ancestors of many well-known Georgians:

Col. Mark Anthony Hardin

Early in 1921, late at night, a part of the old Shorter College wall gave awayi and crushed Wilson Hardy's garage like an egg-shell. Mr. Hardy's friends declared this is what conies of owning one bank and living next to another.

students - Dick Harrison, B. I. Hughes, Jr., John Jervis, T. N. Kennebrew, E. E. Lindsey, James Maddox, R. L. Nichols, A. A. Simonton, Norris N. Smith, Dr. H. A. Turner, Geo. P. Weathers, Joe White and J. Tim Willis. Students - R. B. Betts, R. G. Burkhalter, S. P. Coalson, James D'Arcy, B. E. Huffaker, J. H. Taylor and J. W. Weems. Other Tech men in Floyd County - Quin McArver, Coosa ; V. M. Davis, Cave Spring; C. H. Edmondson and J. W. Houseal, Lindale; J. T. Watters, Hermitage.

A. J. Miller, A. H. Martin and W. F. Moat, Atlanta; Mrs. Clopton Mitchell, Chevy Chase, Md.; Andy McElroy. Atlanta; J. W. McCord, Tallahassee, Fla.; James

Rainbotv Steam, Fire Engine Co. No. 1, (organized Apr. 6, 1868 - list from 1902 to 1908). Motto: "When duty calls us, it is ours to respond."

Active Members: J. D. Hanks, Pres. ; Andrew V. Brown, V. P.; Frank J. Kane, Sec'y; J- H. Lanham, Treas.; Tom Caldwell, 1st Director; W. E. Bryan, 2nd Director; R. W. Calloway, 3rd Director; John Cantrell, 4th Director; Dr. R. H. Wicker, Surgeon; Jas. McLeod and A. W. Davis, Pipemen; L. A. Helms and G. F. Redden, Axmen; A. M. Word, Delegate; Jas. M, Lay, Geo. Ramey and W. M. Towers, Trustees; James M. Dempsey, Driver; Gib Austin, Asst. Driver; Walter Quin, John Watson and R. V. Mitchell, Finance Committee; J. A. Buffington, A. B. McArver, Wm. May, Jr., Joe Johnson, Frank Holtzclaw, W. M. Lanham, W. J. Atwood, Eugene Logan, Tom Tolbert, Albert Sharp, George Sharp, W. L. Tolbert, Newt Tolbert and A. Randle.

Rome Committee On World War Memorial

Boys and Girls at School and College. - September has come and with it the opening of schools and colleges, and Rome boys and girls are preparing to leave.

Earl Shamblin and James Barefield have left for Auburn, and last evening Bob Graves, Jr., and John Bachman, Jr., went to Davidson to prepare for Princeton.

About September 20 the following will go to Atlanta to enter Georgia Tech: Hamilton and Wallace Grant, Harold McKew, Dennison Hull, William Penn Daniel, Julian Gumming, Brette Hammond, John Robert Brannon, Dick Denny, Oscar Betts and Erwin Leimbrook.

Rome'S Youngest Cartoonist At Work Doctors Honor Rome Surgeon With Shaft

On Thursday, April 5, 1921, the Medical Association of the State of Georgia unveiled a monument at City Hall park to the late Dr. Robert Battey, at its annual meeting in Rome. Dr. Howard A. Kelly, of Baltimore, delivered the principal address, and the monument was accepted for the city by E. E. Lindsey. A group of the Seventh District Medical Society, which started the movement, is shown above.

Miss Laura Weller Graham leaves the 12th for Sweetbriar College in Virginia, Miss Ora Cole the following day for Winston-Salem, Miss Kathleen Barron the 19th to Hollins Institute at Hollins, Va.; Miss Marshall Norton, the 18th, to Sophie Newcomb, at New Orleans; Miss Mildred McFall to Barnard College, New York; Miss Pearl Smith will return to Agnes Scott; Misses Mildred Wood, Virginia Daniel, Florence Burney, Katherine Beysiegel, Gertrude and Louise De- Lay will again enroll at G. N. I. C. at Milledgeville.

Among the Rome girls who will attend Shorter College at Rome are the following: Misses Rebecca Yeargan, Virginia Penn, Patti Berry, Olyra Horton, Ruby Mae Sherard, Ruby Mae Ward, Emma Jane Hanna, Geraldine McKenzie, Lillian Venable, Evelyn Cantrell, Mary Warters, May Morton, Elizabeth Ramcy, Miriam McConnell, Minette Weems, Sarah Glover, Mabel Owens, Edith McKenzie and Isabel Bross. - Sept. 9, 1921.

Improving The Biceps On Tower Hill

Prof. E. Montague Gammon, principal of the Rome High School, exercising a group of his charges with iron dumb-bells, about 1897. Prof. Gammon was the "giant" of Rome at this time, and took part in most of the athletic games with his younger brother. Von Albade Gammon. The third boy in the picture is Dr. Robert O. Simmons.

The Horse In The Days Of His Undisputed Right-Of-Way

Memorial Day marshals, snapped on the old Land Company Bridge about 20 years ago. From left to right the riders are J. H. Camp, Capt. A. B. S. Moseley, Col. A. B. Montgomery, Capt. Henry S. Lansdell, W. Addison Knowles and Terrell Speed, "Coonskin Statesman."

Tiding The Farmer Over The Crisis

The pictures above show scenes at Rome's curb market, started in 1921 by the Woman's Auxiliary of the Chamber of Commerce, with Mrs. Bessie B. Troutman in charge, and onat of the first trading meccas in Georgia under the new plan, which seeks to remove the farmer from the influence of exploiters and put him in a position to make a living by direct trading at a fixed price.

Girl Scout Organization. - The Rome Council, Girl Scouts of America, was organized Nov. 11, 1921, with Mrs. Howard Hull as commissioner. In October, 1922, the officers were as follows: Mrs. W. H. Lewis, commissioner; Mrs. J. Paul Cooper, deputy commissioner; Mrs. Wm. Winston, deputy commissioner; Mrs. R. L. Wilson, secretary; Mrs. S. B. Norton, treasurer.

In 1921 John and Will Ledbetter, representing the Cloudland Park Corporation, developers of the mountain resort known as Cloudland, Chattooga County, gave a ten-acre tract of land to the Cherokee Council of Boy Scouts at Cloudland, for camp purposes. They also presented a site some distance away from the Boy Scout camp for the girls' summer playground, and this latter is now known as Camp Juliette Lowe, after the Scout leader from Savannah by that name. Miss Dorris S. Hough, of Southern Regional headquarters, 84 Marietta Street, Atlanta, is in charge. Mrs. J. P. Cooper, Mrs. J. H. O'Neill and Mrs. W, H. Lewis represented the Rome Council in the negotiations and construction.

A few shacks were built by the boys in 1921, and in 1922 others were added. The girls have an assembly hall, 40x72 feet. The grounds of each camp are high and healthful, and each season finds larger numbers of Scouts attending. The length of stay is usually two weeks. Ample facilities are offered for bathing and athletic games, in addition to the Scout progi-ams.

Rome is proud of the second girl in Georgia to receive the order of the Golden Eaglet. She is Virginia Robert Lipscomb, of Troop 2. The eight troops, their officers and members follow:

Rome Girl Scout Troops

Troop 2. - Mrs. Mark A. Cooper, captain; Mrs. Gordon Hight and Mrs. Dorris Morris, lieutenants; Virginia Robert Lipscomb (the Golden Eaglet).

Cherokee Council, Boy Scouts Of America Boy Scouts, Floyd County, June, 1922

ZACHARIAH BRANSCOME HARGROVE, one of four founders of Rome and a prominent Cherokee Georgia pioneer. He sleeps on the peak of beautiful Myrtle Hill, which once was his prized possession.

The departure of Rev. Geo. E. Bennett in the summer of 1922 for Florida left a vacancy in the Scout executive's office which was filled by the selection of W. A. Dobson; and the death Sunday, Sept. 24, 1922, of Robt. W. Graves, president of the Cherokee Council, caused a vacancy in that position. Mr. Graves was 51 years old. He was buried Tuesday, Sept. 26, in Myrtle Hill cemetery, Rome.

Going Snake'S Adventure

GOING SNAKE'S ADVENTURE. - In a memorial to Congress and President Jackson, John Ross and his associates recited that the arrangements made by the Government agents for the July, 1835, council at Running Waters (Rome), were entirely inadequate. The Indians were quartered in a wood convenient to the council ground ; they slept on the earth, and their horses were tethered nearby. Going Snake was there. He was the speaker of the Cherokee National Council and one of Ross' right-hand men. His son, it will be recalled, was occupying a "'berth" in the log cabin at Spring Place when John Howard Payne and Ross arrived there as prisoners.

Going Snake's horse got loose and stepped on his head while he slept. The chief's injuries were thought to have been serious, but he stayed on his feet and in a short while came around all right.

DOLLARS AND IDEAS. - Mrs. Simpson Fouche Magruder expressed a helpful thought at the Chamber of Commerce banquet Jan. 1, 1921, at the Armstrong Hotel when she declared: "If I have a dollar and you have a dollar, and we swap, each of us still has only a dollar; but if I have an idea and you have an idea, and we exchange, each of us has two ideas which may lead to something worth while."

Low-priced cotton is putting a crimp in most people's programs. I am like an old man I boarded with once. He always carried his family to the circus, and one fall he had no money and they were greatly upset over not being able to see the show. However, the last morning he found his cow had broken her neck. He rushed to the house and told his wife that providence was with them, to get ready, he would sell the cow hide and take in the show after all. It seems I am lucky. I planted for a bale of cotton, but the weevils caused me to miss it; therefore I have no bale for cheap price.

I went to church Sunday afternoon and came home and found the old cow out and gone. She was located in a neighbor's garden. She put me to a nice trip across plowed ground on my way home. I beefed the calf the other day. The cow has not found it out yet. I am afraid to tell her about it. That cow puzzles me at times. She often refuses to let the milk flow. I pull and squeeze, but get nothing but a thin "speen" in the bucket till she consents to give it down, and now on a cold morning that little "speen" is no attractive sound. I am glad that cow is no twin.

Things are getting cheaper. I hear that silk and whisky are off a lot. Land seems to be selling lower and cattle and stock are cheap. Diamonds are off a little, so is radium. Cotton sure is. Coal, eggs, foodstuff and fruit are not. Politics is off. Taxes are not. Money is timid. Tramps are increasing. Too many people are going to town. Wages will be cheap if you don't look out. Because of one bad year on the farm is no reason to quit. Call the farmer an "opulent cuss" if you desire, but what business or manufacture is expected to go on selling below cost of production? There is a silver lining, however. Better market conditions, facilities and organization for farmers will and must come or blooie !

One of the best ways for farmers to economize I find is to make their syrup thick and put it in jugs. Only a little will run out during cold weather. I am trying that plan. It certainly works. A gallon will outlast two in buckets. There are many ways to save if you will only think them out. One's wife will not eat so much if one will have her teeth pulled. I offer that suggestion. It will work out nicely. It will help greatly to work, save and carry on.

are your own. They scratch up what you plant, eat what comes up and then try to get the rest of it when it ripens. They begin on the fruit soon after it blooms and continue till it is gone. They eat up all outdoors, come into the house to devour and rob the stock of their meals. They eat anything and everything. One time I went to sleep out on the porch and they tried to peck out my teeth, and one lighted on the stove and began eating fried corn that was cooking. They are sights. They are pretty good eats, however, when cooked right.

I do not believe a hen can reason, for if she could she would not set on a door knob in the nest till she raised blood blisters on her bosom.

One time one of my children was sick at night. To be on the safe side I gave it castor oil. Next morning I found a sore toe was the trouble.

I once heard a fellow say that there were only two classes of people - the caught and the uncaught. Court proceedings reveal that thei'e is some truth to the statement.

Mrs. Gladys Phillips and children, of Anniston, while here on an extended visit to her mother, Mrs. H. A. Swinford, spent Friday night with her aunt, Mrs. G. A. Cantrell.

The Old Rome Female College

The Eighth Avenue institution was established about 1850 by Col. Simpson Fouche, who was soon succeeded by Rev. and Mrs. J. M. M. Caldwell. Here the first Mrs. Woodrow Wilson was taught, with numerous young women of the South. The building was later used as the Holmes sanitarium, and eventually burned down. It was located where the A. S. Burney home now stands.

Jas. A. Cantrell and family had as their guests for dinner Sunday Will Knight and family and Mr. and Mrs. Dewey Cantrell. After dinner the party received a nice ice cream repast and then motored to the lock and dam for pleasure.

During the rain storm one day last week the lightning set fire to some fodder in W. J. Carter's barn, but he was quick enough to put it out.

Rev, S. H. Pendley and C. L. Casey, of Cave Spring, had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Jas. A. Cantrell Saturday. They are students of the Hearn Academy.

The mad dogs are causing a great excitement around here. They have bit Mrs. C. McDaniel, also a little boy at Buck Lemming's. One dog was killed Sunday.

One of the things which we have been hoping for has come to pass. There is a new bridge across Cooper creek where the ford was. The fill is high enough that travel need not be stopped during a flood.

with Mr. Moon's two brothers near Tampa, Fla. They report vegetables and fruit flourishing, and beautiful, sunny weather, but prefer to live in Floyd County, Georgia.

All last week the pupils at Central Grove school spent their spare time making a flower garden back of the school house. Jack Beard plowed the land, which was then laid off in beds, each of which was in charge of a group of children. There was considerable competition among the groups arranging the plants to make the prettiest bed, for which a prize is offered. Plans were laid to keep up the work John, chairman of the Woman's Branch of the Farm Bureau, and Mrs. H. O. Littlejohn, chairman of the Beautification Committee, are supervising the work.

Friday was the last day of the school term at Central Grove. Although the day was rainy, the pupils had a good time. There was a contest in running and jumping, in charge of O. L. Titrud. After lunch the children played games and had a general good time before parting for the long vacation.

Those who attended school regularly during the term made good progress and the patrons are all pleased with the good work of the teacher. Miss Kate Morrison.

Mrs. W. A. Littlejohn and Madge made a week-end visit with the former's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Beard, at Silver Creek. Mr. Littlejohn and Lois visited there Sunday and brought them home.

We appreciate these beautiful warm days after so much Jack Frost and cold north wind. It makes us think we are soon to say "good-bye lettuce and turnip greens and welcome tomatoes and snap beans."

Five Romans Of The Early Days

Top, left to light, DeWitt Clinton Hargrove, who was killed at the First Battle of Manassas as a member of the Rome Light Guards; Henry W. Dean, father of Linton A., H. A. and J. Ed. Dean; Dr. George M. Battey, pharmacist and physician; Zachariah B. Hargrove, Jr., mayor of Rome in 1869; Wm. Hemphill Jones, son of Walton H. Jones and husband of Mrs. Flora McAfee Jones.

A Distinguished Visitor And His Secretary

Alexander H. Stephens (at bottom) visited Rome in the fall of 1860 and was introduced the next day at a Floyd Springs barbecue speaking by Judge Augustus R. Wright. At another time he was the guest of C. G. Samuel at 101 Second Avenue. His private secretary during the Civil War was Col. Wm. H. Hidell (at top), lawyer, who bought The Courier from Capt. Dwinell. Frank W. Copeland now owns the Hidell home in North Rome.

(Mar. 14. 1921) Prof. T. E. Perry, principal of the school, is justly proud of the record made so far this year. Seventy-five pupils are enrolled and the attendance has been excellent.

Mrs. Ina White, of John's Creek Valley, is entitled to rank with farm supervisors, if results count. Her garden is acknowledged to be the finest in the vicinity. English peas, beets, onions and lettuce are far above the ground and long rows of perfect cabbage are beginning to head.

Miss Gilla Landrum is in charge of the school and her pupils are devoted to her. She is always alert and enthusiastic. Her department is particularly elated because through their efforts a very fine portrait of President Wilson has been secured for the school and they are expecting its arrival daily.

Dr. Chas. McArthur is making an enviable reputation in surgery. He performed a major operation on Mrs. Geo. Deason last Monday. Dr. Russell, of Rome, assisted, and Mrs. McArthur, who is a graduate nurse, administered the anesthetic.

Oscar Patterson, of this valley, ranked second in a class of 34 who stood examinations at the Rome Postoffice for carrier and clerical positions.

Aside from the Sunday School, conducted by a few faithful members of the congregation, there have been no regular services in the Baptist Church since last October.

In a straw ballot taken at Whitmire's Store, Saturday night, among registered voters, the result was 16 to 1 in favor of the issue of road bonds in Floyd County.

Farmer Lincolnfeldt went to Calhoun last week and sold a load of produce, and while on the way home after night he was held up in Rocky Creek Valley, tied and gagged and robbed of his cash - $38.50. He believes he knows who got his money.

Judge John W. Maddox has been invited to come here at 4 p. m., Saturday, June 4, to address the natives on the road bond question. All of the voters

The abandoned Lewis D. Burwell house near the Seventh Avenue cemetery is a finely built place, but ghost stories connected with it make superstitious neighbors stay away at dark. Judge Burwell was hung up in 1864 by Colquitt's Scouts, who got his money, but he was not on this placa at the time. The site has been suggested for a city school and park connecting with other city property - Ft. Jackson and the Seventh Avenue cemetery. The owner is an old Roman, John Montgomery.

Two weeks ago a record assembly welcomed Dr. Hodges, of Rome, and this Sunday practically the entire Valley came to greet Rev. Culpepper. He had ministered to this congregation years ago and is held in sincerest love and respect.

Now come glad tidings indeed - Mr. Hightower is well and will preach our Easter sermon. The people are delighted and are planning for serious church work in future.

The Methodist Church has been doing double duty during this period and a feeling of neighborly (Christian) good fellowship has resulted from a seeming affliction.

The farmers and their families are intensely interested in the Curb Market, and much earnest thought and discussion are devoted to the project. But, on all sides objections are made to the plans of holding it indoors or on Broad street. There must be ample space for

The school children are enjoying an egg hunt. Instead of daring Death by the consumption of untold quantities of hard-boiled eggs, the children have brought dozens of laid-fresh-today eggs that will be hidden in every conceivable nook and cranny of the big school yard. Then the hunt, and when uncovered again the children will form in line and march to the stores, where the eggs will be exchanged for candy, cakes, soda pop and chewing gum.

Sidney Drew was here this week. His home is in St. Louis, Mo., but he comes every few weeks to inspect his large plantation. He is enthusiastically welcomed, for his own sake principally, and then because his pay roll is large and real money accompanies him.

Mrs. Carl Pickett entertained informally at a delightful luncheon on Friday. Covers were marked for Mrs. C. C. Bunn, Mrs. T. B. Munroe, Mrs. H. H. Hogg, Mrs. R. O. Pitts, Jr., Mrs. R. A. Adams.

The Kiwanis Club enjoyed their weekly luncheon held Friday at the Wayside Inn. Senator W. J. Harris, an honorary member, and Prof. J. C. Harris, of Cave Spring, made interesting talks.

The members of the Cedartown Club are looking forward to the Fancy Dress Ball to be given on April 1. Prizes will be given for the best costumes. The judges have not been announced as yet.

Miss Christine Smith, of England, who has been visiting her cousins. Dr. and Mrs. William Parker, left Saturday for a visit to Mrs. W. H. Hall, in Yalaba, Fla.

The Fancy Dress Ball given at the Cedartown Club rooms Friday evening was one of the most enjoyable of the season. A number of pretty costumes were worn and many visitors from Rome, Cartersville and Atlanta added to the gaiety of the occasion.

Now Serving Georgia In Congress

Gordon Lee (left) represents the Seventh District in the House and Wm. J. Harris is Georgia's senior in the Senate. Mr. Lee is not a native Roman but he is a brother of Mrs. Charlie Hieht and has been such a frequent sojourner that his 'adoption is complete. Mr. Harris if a brother of Prof. J. C. Harris, and is a Roman by virtue of the fact that as a boy he clerked several months at a grocery stone on Second Avenue. He went away and finally landed at the peak in Washington.

Misses Mattie Green and Margaret Myers, who are teaching in the Lindale school, spent the week-end with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. T. Myers.

Mr. and Mrs. Joe Lumpkin are expected home from New Orleans Thursday, and will be with Cicero Evans for several days before going to their home in Virginia.

A Home Once Vann'S Valley'S Pride

Cave Spring road residence built about 1840 by Gen. Jas. Hemphill, state senator and militia officer who helped remove the Indians. Gen. Hemphill sold it to Wm. Montgomery and moved to Mississippi in 1846. Note the unique entrance, entirely open, and the winding hardwood stairway; this arrangement has been changed. Ten large and beautiful cedars grace the front yard.

Mr. and Mrs. Seab Bryant and children, of Columbus. Ga., and Clifford Bryant, of Gordon, Ga., are guests of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Bryant.

There will be an all-day singing at Cedar Creek Baptist Church the second Sunday in June. Everybody is invited to come and bring well-filled baskets and spend the day.

A Gem In Nature'S Firmament

Cave Spring is admitted by poets, writers and admirers everywhere to be one of the most beautiful spots in the United States. The views carry us to Woodstock Lake and the Episcopal church, with both of which Dr. and Mrs. Theodosius Bartow and their son. Col. Francis S. Bartow, were connected; the Alexander Thornton Harper home; the ancient Baptist church, and the marvelous cave, from which gush nearly 3,500,000 gallons of crystal pure.» water daily.

One Of Rome'S Early Mayors And His Wife

Nathan Yarbrough was mayor of Rome in 1852; some say he was the first mayor. At any rate, he wasn't satisfied, so after the war he was made sheriff. He was a short, redheaded man, and a terror to lawbreakers. He moved to Texas and eventually died there. His wife is shown by his side.

her friends in honor of her sixteenth birthday anniversary at the home of her sister, Mrs. Barnett Rice. Honeysuckles and roses were used in an artistic effect as decorations. Music and games were the diversions of the evening and at a late hour an ice course was served. The many beautiful presents received denoted the popularity of the young hostess.

Rev. Mr. Stuart will preach at the Methodist Church Sunday morning at 11 o'clock and his subject is "Mother, Home and Heaven." Special music will be an enjoyable feature also. The members of both the Baptist churches as well as the Methodist are most cordially invited.

by fire a few days ago, removes another link in the chain which bound the Cave Spring of the present to that other Cave Spring of ante-bellum days. In the olden days this splendid southern home was a noted center of social life and gaiety, sheltering dozens of guests in its large high ceiling rooms, with that hospitality known so well to the Old South.

During the past few years, since Mrs. John Hill, nee Miss Ann Carroll, took up her permanent residence in Atlanta, the place has had other occupants, but it was still owned by the family until last year, when it was purchased by Hearn Academy. At the time of the fire it was occupied by Rev. Mr. Harris and the family of a student minister.

The many friends of Harold Williams will be very sorry to learn that he has not been improving satisfactorily during the past few days. Mr. Williams has been critically ill with pneumonia.

Why Cave Springers Love Their Town

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Catholic Parsonage, Once Home Of Montgomery M. Folsom

There are nooks and corners among the somber cedars and the waving altheas, crimson and purple with bloom, like the refined hues of an old maid's cheek, and I have counted half a dozen sorts of birds that join in the most delightful melodies at sundown time.

I saw a brown thrush slipping along the Cherokee rose hedge today - the sly old poacher - and as I attempted to get a better view, a drab-colored cedar bird with shining eyes fluttered up from the path and accosted me petulantly.

Oh, how gloriously beautiful is the prospect. The amethystine dyes of the bright blue heavens are blended with the purple hues of the distant peaks, and God's own sunshine enriches the landscape and the changeful clouds afloat in seas of splendor indescribable.

Rest was never sweeter to me than it has been here. In the songs of the soothing winds it seems to me that I can hear the still, small voice of God bidding me look up and be brave and strong to endure.

You have often chided me gently, dear, for being so weak and despondent, but you never realized how fierce was the battle that raged within me.

For your sake I have accomplished many things, and the same holy inspiration shall bear my spirit up until I stand upon the shore of yon mysterious river.

It is the worry that kills. When you know that your strength is failing and your labor accumulating, then is when despondency and gloom overwhelm the soul.

My Mother In Heaven Henry W. Grady And The Spirit Of Play

The late Joel Chandler Harris ("Uncle Remus") once went unannounced to Romef to see his friend Grady. He was directed by the office boy to thei circus, where he found Mr. Grady riding a "flying Jenny." The ride over, the young scribe rushed to Mr. Harris and embraced him fondly.

Unrelenting gales have driven This frail bark from out the haven Where 'twas sheltered when the darkness fell that day, Yet among the shadows groping I am seeking thee and hoping For thy welcome up in Heaven far away.

Nevermore shall feet unheeding Trample on the heart that's bleeding When the sunburst of that presence sheds its ray On the path that 1 have trodden, With salt views of sorrows sodden And I reach that restful Heaven fal away.

Well thou kennest every weakness Of my heart, the dreary bleakness Of my life and anguish stricken as I pray. Every tear-bedimmed confession Through thy blessed intercession Reaches Him who reigns in Heaven far away.

The Two Gates

In the far away west is a beautiful gate; We call it the gate of the eve; It opens, and through it, 'mid shadows of fate. The king of the day takes his leave.

Both gates, far away in the east and the west, Are closed by the goddess of night; Above them she hovers, with starsprinkled breast, 'Mid the stars with their twinkling light.

And the starlets are saying, to comfort our hearts: "The king of the day still lives; From his course through the gates he never departs; We shine with the light that he

But the gates are not closed by the goddess of night That sits at the end of the way; They are shut by the hand of an angel of light, And he leads to the perfect day.

By an anonymous writer, probably Chas. H. Smith, in The Rome Tri- Weekly Courier, Feb. 9, 1860. Written in memory of a half dollar invested - and lost.

All hail to ye. Big Shanty, hail! Ye offspring of the big Black Cat! Ye eminent appintment of Spikey John, By and with the advice and consent of cloth What lasts so long without washin'? It may be water's scarce, and soap In yore free-stone country. Whar did ye buy yore ice To put around yore coffy pot And keep yore coffy cold?

Oh, whar, tell me whar, has yore Kalorie gone When I tuck supper with ye? Oh, hail. Big Shanty, hail agin! Could ye tell me whar ye buy sich

Oostanaula, Whispering Water

OOSTANAULA, WHISPERING WATER. By Elinor Van Dozier Allen. Oosltanaula, whispering water. As upon your brink I stand. Comes the gentle murmur, murmur

The Huckleberry Picnic

(An old Virginia animal song, as played on the guitar and sung by E. L. Wright, headmaster of Darlington School, to the delight of many young Romans.) I looked down the river 'bout the crack

This picture was taken as the First Methodist Church Sunday School members were on their annual picnic down the Coosa in June, 1921. Behind the speedy* "Cherokee" sputtered the Boy Scout Motor Boat, which gave the "big wagon" a hot race coming back to Rome, and kicked some salty spray on her noble bow.

Sam P. Jones And His Rome Sanctuaries

The great evangelist came to Rome about 1875 from the Van Wert (Polk County) circuit, and spent two stormy years, in which he had Trinity Methodist church (at the bottom, then known as the Second) and two churches in the country. He built the original church, part of which is now a residence next to the Second Christian on W. Fifth Avenue. The other house, at 733 Avenue A, was his home.

The Sweetness Of Sorrow A Friend

When Ferdinand DeSoto went to Rome in search of gold, He never thought to make a name like pirate chiefs of old, But rather hoped to gather pelf from far-off hills and near, And divvy vi^ith his hard-up king - he was no profiteer!

No doubt he would have got away in handsome style with this Except he thought that fire and sword were not so far amiss And Gent of Elvas, taking notes, not heard all Ferdie said And writ the story out in Spain long after Ferd was dead.

Now, harking back a span or so, we find Ferd in Peru, A-fighting for the native spoils - in Nicaragua, too - So when he took himself back home, a pretty maiden there Thought Ferdie was the bravest man in Spain or anywhere.

Yet Isabella's dad was rich and Ferdie's dad was poor; The king took Ferdie's share of gold and loudly called for more. Here Isabella proved her worth - she married Ferdinand, Forsook her dad and all his wealth for Ferdie's horny hand.

Away they went in rocking ships, stopped on a lonely isle, Proceeded on their honeymoon, the journey seemed a mile - 'Till Cuba's pearly shore loomed up, Havana on the bow, And Ferd reviewed his motley crew from soldier down to sow.

In town they rented cozy flat that gave them latitude For all the charms of wedded life, their souls with love imbued; But Ferdinand was wise enough to know it couldn't last, And so he piped to Isabelle that time for love was past.

"Oh, Ferdinand, you cannot go and leave me lonely here With perfect strangers, out of funds!" she wailed into his ear. But Ferdinand was adamant; "You do not vote," quoth he, - "My orders say to Florida to see what I can see."

He took his leave of Isabelle and promised soon return; She sobbed aloud, disconsolate; her heart with grief did burn. Six hundred of this little band, some wearing coats of mail, A lot of horses, pigs and food, but not a wife set sail.

Interpreters there were a few, some priests and sailor men, A doctor, prophet and a wag to cheer them now and then; The chroniclers formed quite a train, a cannoneer had piece To thunder through the country-side that red-skin war must cease.

Some muskets, lances, spears and shot they bore in proud array, A banner by DeSoto planned, fierce bloodhounds, meat and hay. In Florida they landed well, at Tampa, in a calm; DeSoto lifted up his voice, the chorus sang a psalm.

Before the troop began its march from Tampa up the coast, DeSoto sent a lengthy note to Santiago host Of townsmen and their magistrate to tell them how he lit, But loving news to Isabelle he failed to send a bit.

Now, lots of fights DeSoto had with red-skins bold and gory. His exploits made his little band far-famed in song and story. He came to Cutifachiqui, Savannah River city, And how he grubbed in sepulchres - Egad, it was a pity!

But Cutifachiqui was wise, and wisely built, was good; She took the pearls and Soto's ring, escaped into the wood; Poor Ferd could ill have turned around to chase her in the night; He thought of 'Bella's sacrifice, but still he didn't write.

Nacoochee Valley broke ahead. Gray Yonah called them on, Lorenzo, Soto's cavalier, went searching after corn. But found fair Echoee, the wife of savage Chief Tee-hailp, Who hacked Lorenzo on the bean and snipt Garillo's scalp.

"All roads from here," the chief did grunt, "lead o'er the hills to Rome!' "That's Eldorado!" Soto cried. "Let's find our happy home!" Meanwile, glum Isabella wept, her grief she did confess, And would have writ a lot except for Ferdie's vague address.

Chiaha, site of Rome, was reached by dashing Soto's men; They found a lot of salty dope for Gent of Elvas' pen. Pearl hunt along the Coosa took with forty red-skins brave, Louis Bravo shot old Mateos at entrance to the cave.

Silvestre, Villalobos fared to Chisca, seeking gold; They stalked back in a week or so, in rags, downcast and cold. When Soto asked for 30 squaws to join his hapless band. The chief wrote out a double cross on Oostanaula sand.

Away they trudged to Cosa next - no Eldorado found, But poisoned dart of Cherokee put Spaniards in the ground. Strong heart kept Soto on the mark to cop the king some dough; Neglected 'Bella languished still a thousand miles below.

At last DeSoto crossed a stream full dark and deep and wide. And with tha fever in his blood one day he up and died; His bones found welcome resting place beneath the waters cold, But never did he sip content from Midas' cup of gold.

The faithful Isabella, too, explored the other shore With broken heart still full of love for Soto evermore. Quite possibly both might have lived a hundred years and nine, If Soto in his frenzied quest had penned her just a line!

Oh, noble Roman, let us trip to good year Thirty-four, Which witnesseth 100 years have gone on here before. Since Rome became a husky babe and now is called a town; Up goes the curtain on a scene of passing great renown:

One hundred thousand folks there be and happily reside For quite a distance 'round the clock within our limits wide; Fair Chattanooga keeps an eye on Rome's expanding chest, Atlanta girds her loins to fight, and so do all the rest.

In every ward we have a park where children play and grow - Red-blooded life is everywhere: the folks aren't dying so! The sexton's looking for a job as keeper of the log That tells how Romans live and love but slip no mortal cog.

The city swimming pool is built, the market owns its home; Things generally are looking up in ancient modern Rome! Around for miles is boulevard that hits the mountain tops And jumps the rivers seven times - Egad, it never stops!

The Fair is run by Mr. Bush and mighty Fair it seems; The aeroplanes are hauling freight, the sun looks down and beams. The river banks have had a shave, mosquitoes gone from here, All undesirables have quit; the bootleg sheds a tear.

John Berry in the suburbs lives - he's moved his plant to Wax, His hosiery is still the rage - to Rome he pays his tax. Judge Wright has gone to Washington to get some things for Rome; The farmers keep on digging deep in Floyd County's loam.

The President and Cabinet on Lavender have perch; They ponder o'er the nation's weal, and come to Rome to church. The diplomats of other lands troop here with open purse. The shark of yesterday has left, some other field to curse.

And how has Rome attained to this - by finding pot of gold In Alto's top or miser's hoard or anything of old? Ah, no, my friend, the Rome we love received belated start By tapping of the gold that lies in every Roman heart!

Love'S Kiss The Sweetest

There is danger ahead, there's the squall and the reef In the waters forbidden, 'round the Isle of Desire, And the craft that would land is indeed doomed to grief.

The Rivers Of Cherokee Georgia

Have you heard of the land of the Cherokees, With its wonderful streams and beautiful trees, Of its flowers abloom and the wild perfume That floated like myrrh on the evening breeze?

Have you heard of Echota, the capital town, And the brave old chief with feathery crown? Of the warrior band and the pow-wow grand. In the light of the moon when the sun went down?

Far away in the past this quaint land lies, And around it the mists obscure arise; It is only in dreams we hear shrill screams Of the eagles afloat in their native skies.

But the rivers glide on in rhythmical flow Through fields of today that grew maize long ago. The slow Connasauga, the clear Oostanaula - Like their musical names - gurgle soft and low.

In the laugh of the ripples of sweet Salacoa, In the fall of the current of silvery Toccoa, In the roar of Tallulah and the splash of Yahoola Are the weird and sad notes of an unwritten lore.

From the gold-bearing mountains comes rich Chestatee Through the vales to the west flows Coosawattee; In their music shall roll the Indian soul As long as his rivers flow into the sea !

Two months ago The Periscope for Shorter girls was full of dope, ground out by Senior Class so wise, concerning pretty hills and skies, philosophy on how to live, study, work and gladly give; replete with health and beauty hints, fine art in rouge and fleshy tints, and brimming o'er with snappy ads and warnings not to break their Dads.

Alas; though Periscopes may skim the placid seas of joy and whim, they also now and then submerge (hark to the Seniors' mournful dirge!) ; and this one truly dropped from sight completely as it could one night. The reason why; the censor took a more than friendly, passing look at what the Seniors wished to tell within that periscopean shell, and so the sad-eyed Seniors swore of Periscopes they'd have no more.

Alumnae now will try their hand to make subscribers understand just why for such a lengthy time they've missed their prose and jokes and rhyme. Eventually the Freshmen brave will take the helm and try to save this pleasing vehicle the fate of steaming deep and slow and late. The teachers long ago have fled to tall uncut with aching head, lest torpedo should hit His Nibs between his first and second ribs. In dreams we hear the Freshmen shout as censor tries to cut it out:

The Unbeckoned Heart

'Tis sad to be deceived, I must confess. And yet I love you in my loneliness! 'Twas not ephemeral, this love of mine. But lasting as eternity divine!

The Jaybird'S Retort The Poverty Hall Boys

Theirs not to dodge the sheriff's men. Theirs but to say, "Pleasef call again!" Theirs but to pluck a summer rose, And go the way the lover goes !

The Wealth Of Poverty Hall

Twenty-one of the original Poverty Hall boys, as recalled by one of the survivors: Jas. Creswell Sproull, B. Tolly Haynes, William L. McKee. Jas. Nephew King, Harry P. Weatherly, Samuel L. Crook, Ellery A. Johnson, C. S. ("Tap") Sparks, William A. McGhee, Samuel S. King, Harry Page Johnson, Wade Cothran Sproull, Hunter H. Mc- Clure, Claude B. Hargrove, Fleetwood Lester, Morton R. Emmons, Edward S. Emmons. Charles N. Patterson, Crawford W. Wingfield, Nat Trout, and George McManigaJ.

House Party Days At Pope'S Ferry

A group at the Troutman place, on the Oostanaula, which includes Rev. and Mrs. Marcellus L. Troutman, Henry, Baldwin and Grace Troutman, Mrs. Mary B. King, Linton C. Hopkins and Miss Maggie Foote, of Atlanta, and the Lustrat girls of Athens, formerly of Rome. The dwelling was destroyed by fire in 1921.

Little Hands That Mother

Little hands whose work is o'er, Tired hands that toil no more, Tender little hands that rest Folded on the sinless breast - Bending o'er them mother stands, Kisses still these little hands.

God, who ever does the best. Crossed them there and bade them rest, Would He then these hands condemn With a mother's kiss on them When they've crossed the burning

Mother loved them in the past, Mother's kiss was on them last; Little hands, beneath the sod. Take a mother's kiss to God ! Waft it o'er the troubled lands, - Little snow-white angel hands!

Captive Water Lilies The Grasshopper'S Revenge

THE GRASSHOPPER'S REVENGE. News Item. - A St. Louis paper says the grasshoppers have eaten up the entire tobacco crop of Franklin county, Missouri, and the last that was heard from them they were seated on the street corners, begging every man that passed for a chew. - Rome Tri-Weekly Courier, 1860.

John Wisdom'S Ride

Listen, O, Romans, and you shall hear Of a midnight ride - not Paul Revere - But John H. Wisdom, Roman true; There's scarce a poet who dares to do Him justice on this mundane sphere!

march From Gadsden ; Rome to take by night ! My steed is old, my throat does parch, But I will bear the beacon light That all the countryside may see What dangers lurking near there be; I'll sound the note of shrill alarm From town to town and farm to farm, That Rome and all may up and arm!"

shout. At Gnatville horse's strength gave out. And handsome Widow Hanks did pout At lending pony young and small, To take John on to Goshen Hall.

Full forty miles were left to go, 'Twas seven then and dark the night; Like wild birds in a sudden flight The horses raced, their nostrils red; The riders rushed to halt the blow Intended for the star so bright That shone above the Southland's dead.

manned From Rome to Alabama town; Spring Garden put him well adown The pike he oft had traveled o'er. Eleven miles to preacher's home And fresher horse; the boy returned; 'Twas not so very far to Rome, - John's bump of indignation burned. This latest horse was likewise old, But put him to the Georgia line, - There groaned in pain and could not go And died, no doubt, for all I know. So John did spur himself again And rapped with pistol butt on door: The farmer answered with a scold, "You can't take nary horse of mine!"

streak, Heard "Halt!" a musket shot or so, - Just kept on riding, did not speak; Vann's Valley reached in cloud of dust, Then cast aside another horse, And buckled saddle on a mule With spirits high, without remorse. No telephone from west to east. No train to bear the message grim, But get the warning there he must. And Rome was just an hour from him; Once charger stumbled to his knees. The rider hit the rocky road: 'Twas but a trifle; up came John, Still more his faithful mount to goad.

home. With Captain Russell at their head This troop would win or join the dead; And also, back of Russell came Streight's main command, full sorely

A Country Place Noted For Its Hospitality

Here are shown some congenial parties at "Riverside," the home of Francis Marion Freeman, at Freeman's Ferry, Etowah River. Under the spreading mulberry tree 'are Robt. W. Graves and his wife, who was then Miss Juliet Howel, and Ed. Maddox and Miss Sue Freeman. Col. Freeman entertained Benj. H. Hill here late in 1860 when the statesman came to Rome to make a political speech. Other noted Georgians were his guests at various times.

across; He heard no bleating of the flock Or twitter of birds among the trees, But snores of Romans filled the breeze, Blowing over the river moss; "To arms, to arms!" he cried with glee, "And if you have not arms, then flee! Under the sloping banks, away!" The church bells rang out on the air. Then princely John sank in a chair And a lovely maiden stroked his hair.

looked down A cannon's mouth, squir'l guns and all, And swore they couldn't take the town, And Forrest, pushing on behind, With force one-third as large as

Sidney Lanier

(From The Rome Tribune, May 1, 1895; dedicated to the Lanier Circle of Rome and read at the anniversary meeting by the president, Rev. A. J. Battle.)

He caught the lisp of lowly wings in shadowy nooks remote, And counted them as holy things ; the glad inspiring note Of mocking bird at break of day in songful Southern woods, Or whip-poor-will's weird roundelay in somber solitudes; The whispers of the dying wind on sunless summer eves In minor key incarnadined among the listless leaves; He was our chivalrous Bayard, without reproach or fear, Incomparable Southern bard, our myrtle-crowned Lanier!

He lived within the realm of dreams of more than mortal ken, His spirit dwelt on loftier themes than move the hearts of men, And while his weary, way-worn feet still pressed the tear-stained sod, In solemn, soul-communion sweet his form did walk with God, Interpreting the unvoiced thought which in a blossom lies. And from the flash of star-beams caught a glimpse of Paradise ! Though fell the dark, untimely blight upon his earthly bier, Still blooms anew in life and light the spirit of Lanier!

He searched the depths of seas unknown, their treasure chests revealed, He caught the sweet, sad undertone from other hearts concealed, He swept the chords of nature's lyre with potent, master hand, And felt the wild, prophetic fire that few can understand. What if the branch be withered now, the drooping tree bereft. Still clinging round that broken bough the rare perfume is left; Bequeathing us his deathless fame, he sought a nobler sphere, But earth shall claim that sacred name forevermore - Lanier!

New Year'S Callin'

I ain't much on sassiety - hain't bin thar more'n twice - But when they take a feller round, he gits to feelin' nice! They had been goin' New Year's night, an' sakes alive! the way Them purty girls kept smilin' made me think the dark was day!

My patience was a-weakenin fast; sez I, "Now look a-here! I'm tired o' this 'ere foolin', an' I'm gwine to git in there!" An' in I walked, and heard him say (still viewin' my construction), "Jes' look at him a-shakin' hands 'thout ary inter duction!"

An' "Whut's yer name?" I sez to one, all drest in pink an' white; "That diamond you're a-wearin' mus' ha' cost a powerful sight! You're jes' the purtiest creetur that I've seed fer many a year; Nigh onto twenty years, ain't yer; been long a-livin' here?"

Then Taylor nudged me with his arm, all in a powerful rage: "Fer pity's sake, my fren'," he sez, "don't ax the girls their age!" That fairy creetur smil'd on me like basket full o' chips, - Sed it didn't make no difference. (An' Oh! them rosy lips!)

We went fum house to house; shuk hands, and sich a happy shakin'! Until when nuthin' else would break, the day hit went to breakin', As if the Lord had smiled upon the world an' made it bright An' I went out o' sassiety chock full o' New Year's Night!

The Old Town Clock

THE OLD TOWN CLOCK. By Mrs. Naomi P. Bale. Since 1871, thus mused the old town clock, I've stood the storms of wind and rain, Have felt the earthquake shock.

There's a place in the strenuous battle of life. Which each one must surely fill. The hero's place can be yours in the strife. Or the sluggard's place, if you so will.

At A Lady'S Window

Upborn, he 'scapes th' enchantress underneath And will not die of joy or of despair - The gleam in her Ijright eyes, and wild. Ne'er hoping once to win

Come place thy small white hand in mine, My boat is 'neath the willow trees. And with my practised arm the oar Will ask no favor from the breeze.

That island green, with I'oses gemmed,** Lefs seek it, love - how sweet (a spot! Then let the hours of night speed on - We live to love - it matters not!

Hallowed Ground Partial List Of Interments In Myrtle Hill Cemetery

Note - This list was taken from the records of City Sexton C. L. King, dating from 1874 through Sept. 2, 1922, and contains approximately 1,500 names, which is probably one-sixth of total. Additions and corrections for Vol. II. are desired.

The figure after the name is the age at death ; the figure after the date of death is the day of burial. In most cases the deceased were natives of Rome or Floyd County; unless otherwise noted, death occurred there. The first entry is translated thus: Burwell, Lewis D.; 59 years old; born in North Carolina; died at Rome Jan. 9, 1874; buried Jan. 11, 1874.

Myrtle Hill Cemetery is situated in South Rome at the junction of the Etowah and the Oostanaula on a knoll 100 feet or more above the rivers. It is often referred to by visitors as one of the most beautiful natural locations in the United States. The first interments were made in 1857, when the old Seventh Avenue Cemetery was officially abandoned, but the records do not go back that far.

r. A c''°.r^ .^' Easter singing, 1921; tomb of Alfred Shorter; the Confederate monument; Uaniel S,. l-rintup shaft; the Connally lot; Forrest monument and shaft to Women of the Confederacy on Broad; a group at the Battey vault; the C. N. Featherston grave; grave of Mitchell A. Nevm; Chas. A. Hight lot; a group at the grave of the first Mrs. Woodrow Wilson.

Through The Country With A Kodak

Top, left to right, the Tarvin place, Carlier Springs, deathplace of Dr. Robt. Battey; a view from Tubbs' Mountain; old school house at Carlier; the Mt. Alto school; A. C. Fincher, mayor of Cave Spring; the Rush place, near which Major Ridge used to live; Dr. John F. Lawrence at his Radio Spring; a rural cottage; the Gailliard place; Dykes' Creek spring; Primitive (Hardshell) Baptist church. East Rome; the Wyatt place, near Mt. Alto.

Left to right, Anderson Redding ("Red"), George Magruder, William Cephas and Dr. Henry Halsey Battey, well known to the hunting, business and professional world.

Six Other Peeks At Cave Spring A Group Of Substantial Buildings

At top, the Government postoffice, southwest corner of Fourth Avenue and East First Street; the Masonic Temple and annex (west of and adjoining postoffice), which for many years has been the home of Cherokee Lodge No. 66 of Masons; the Medical Building, northeast corner of Broad Street and Third Avenue, and adjoining it, the Third Avenue Hotel.

Old-Fashioned Romans In Pictures

Top. left to right. Miss Julia Omberg; Prof J M Proctor, head "^ Pro^tor School and father of Edward and Jno. M. Proctor; Mrs. J. H. Rhodes, nee Mary Cooley- Rev W. H LaPrade. Methodist minister; Mary Battey-King; J L. C^^Pp^"^^^!* > "'^ daughter, who became Mrs. Hunter McClure; Mrs. Peter M. She.bley; Mrs. Jno. P. Eve; H.nes M. Smith, a son of Maj. Chas. H. Smith ("Bill Arp. )

As Ellen Louise Axson, Mrs. Wilson was the schoolmate and friend of numerous Romans; she lived in Rome nearly 20 years, and on Thursday, Aug. 6, 1914, breathed her last at the White House in Washington, D. C. She was buried Wednesday, August 12, beside her parents. Rev. and) Mrs. S. E. Axson, in Myrtle Hill cemetery at Rome. At top, the people* at foot of cemetery; Broad Street Bridge; President Wilson's carriage on Second Avenue near East Fifth Street; cemetery scenes.

Romans Of The Old School And The New

Left to right, Mark B. Eubanks, three views of the late Judge Joel Branham, Geo. Rounsaville, Misses Nellie Bass and Frances Graves, Thos. E. Clemmons, the "young hopeful" of Fire Chief Horace L. Taylor, Dr. Jno. F. Lawrence, City Court Solicitor James Maddox, with A. C. Mncher, mayor of Cave Spring; Judge Jno. P. Davis, Nathan Harris and Judge Harper Ham Iton