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DR. CALEB A. RIDLEY.. .. . Editor
V. F. CURTIS Managing Editor
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The Poetry of Nature
SPRINGTIME buddings, the Summer sol
stice, Autumn's gold and the feathery snow
'fi..'nf Winter when old Boreas shakes his
IIAIVVw v ,
frosty mane are all full of poetry if we only
tt-A ovp tn see.
Just now we are entering into that witchery
and dreamy-twilight season of the year called
INDIAN SUMMERTIME, at once the .most
bewitching and poetic of all the year.
The frosts that are tickling the mountain
tops with their, icy. fingers are already begin
ning to creep down over bush and. bank and
cliff and crag and leaf and limb, leaving a
golden hue with every touch. Myriads of in
sects are already cold in death awaiting the
white blankets of Winter to wrap them up.
The cricket's call is strangely silent and the
wild birds sing with a peddle on every note.
October is a poem of dyv..Mai1e and sast
irairwofKl ..alreaflycwtnea
has invented a new-fangled disease called
"TRICHINOSIS" think of it. If a man must
die whv kill him with such a thing as that?
Now, that's what we want to know. But that's
the skull and crossbones placed at our ieas
of Hog-Killing by these men. There he stands
TRICHINOSIS with scales to weight us anu
scythe to cut us down if we partake ireeiy
of this fruit of the pen.
We are informed that this dread disease is
not hard on hogs but sure death for refined
people; This may be encouraging for some
we have met at barbecues and picnics but
still there are many others who will quake
with fear and trembling because of this an
nouncement. ; - ; ' -. .
And what is .worst. oX all ,we see it, there
is-no remedy for the thing if you get it. We
accept that statement with misgivings and
just to satisfy our. own mind we are going to
consult Dr. Furman Angel before we accept
any more invitations out.' This Department
assures us that if we don't die' then we never
had it.
And now beware again! Here's the warn
ing! This awful-never-before-heard-of disease
is brought on by eating pork. Think of it
again! Why should these men wait until there
was a tinge of frost on the mountain tops
and the invitations pouring in before they is
sued their scarry head lines and paraded this
awful, diabolical, unpronouncable, hydra-headed
monster before our eyes? Shall we heed it
or Not? Shall we deny ourselves the luxury
of back-bones and spare ribs the balance of
our natural lives because of this warning?
Dog on their new-fangled diseases, we are
going anyhow.
What Is Genius?
TIIOST men and women are content to go
1V1 through life in just an ordinary way
Thev believe, or seem to believe, that only
men called geniuses men of special gifts
and seocial privileges ever succeed anyhow
No such .thing is true. There are men. of
special gifts arid privileges who fail, and there
are men of mediocre ability who succeed.
Any man possessing certain essential qualities
of mind and heart, if he uses them, will make
his mark in the world and be crowned a sue
pessful man.' These essential qualities I set
down as IMAGINATION, PURrObE, VlblUlN
AND GOOD HUMOR.
H No maa-bf
iBLEY'5
Rhymes 'Ummj25
NIGHT WINDS
Winds, and the rain-washed streets
And the deafening peal
From the riven side of the clouds 1
Where the lightningssteal;
A far-a-way cry from the sea
With plaintive wail
And the call of the mountains to me
From the lonesome trail;
Night, and a storm-swept shore
With flecks of foam
Rain, and sighing forevermore
And a dream of home.,
Me, only an atom in the storm
Splashed by the rain
But you, the -centre of my world
1 want you again!
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WHICH?
Isn't it strange that Princes and Kings,
And Clowns that caper in sawdust rings, '
And common folk, like you and me,
Are builders of eternity?
To each is given a bag of tools, - ;
A shapeless mass and book of rules;
And each must make, ere life has flown,
A stumbling-block or stepping-stone.
Selected.
MY HEART SAYS "YES" TO YOU
My heart says 'Yes" to you today
And till the stars are still;'
Yes, till all the Gates unfold
And we walk in at will.
Yes, I'll love and loving live
On through the aeons of years
Giving you ALL and loving to give
Till LOVE outlives our fears.
THE HORRORS OF WAR
Said to, have been a letter received by
the War Department during the World
War in reference to a soldier's allotment
for dependents:
Mr. Headquarters,
U. S. Army.
Dear Mr. Headquarters:
My husband was induced into the. surface
long months ago and I ain't received no
pay from him sense he was gone. Please
send me my elopement as I have a four-months-old
baby and he is my Only sup
port and I kneed it every day to buy food
and keep us inclosed. I am a poorwoman
and all I have is at the front.
Both sides of my parents, are very old.
My husband is in charge of a spitoon. Do
I get any more than I am going to get?
Please send me a letter and tell me if my
husband made application for ;a wife and
child and please send me a wife's form to
fill out. I have already written to Mr.
Wilson and get no answer and if I don't
hear from you I will write Uncle 'Sam
about yOu and him.
Very truly,
Mrs. Paul
P. S. My husband, says he sets in the
Y. M. C. A. every nite with the 'piano
playing in his uniform. I think you can
find him there.
O ' ;
'The orchestra's all right, but my sing
ing is the Maine thing," crooned Rudy the
Valet when he played the Stein Song.
Shake out the Mainesail, by laddies; , and
let him blow.
Penn. Punch Bowl.
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'these small men gnawed like infuriated curs
at the folds of his shrowd. Not content at
hastening theX death of his beloved Virginia
"The Lost Lenore" they invaded the sacred
precincts of the tomb- and left the finger prints
oi their diabolism. And' yet, the vindictive and
slanderous. Griswold is remembered today only
as the! littIel'rnan-wM4iedaboutrEdga Allen
ping itsmelldw " imeiiat&WV---in
the woods, where the yellowing leaves are
gently falling. Streaks of red and old gold
banked back against fields of blue sky makea
prose-poem more beautiful than the SEASONS
OF MOORE or the most fanciful dream of
Milton. The soft sheen of the Autumn sun,
the lingering dew-drop of the slow-passing
morning, the laughter of the rivulet and the
haze of a long twilight are poems without
words.
The corn stands shocked in the fields and
the pumpkins look like golden nuggets piled
in the rows. The chrysanthemums wave their
fleecy fingers from the garden's edge while
the far-off mountains, mellowed by the shim
mer and sheen of this' Indian Summertime
lose all their roughness' and stand with bare
heads reverent as stood the Patriarchs of old.
Autumn is a glad season anywhere but in
Western North Carolina it is a dream of beau
ty and a. joy forever.
Trees all drowsy as if in dread
Clothed in yellow and brown and red
And bent as if in prayer;
Golden lancets along the West
As the god of . Day lies down to rest
Leaving the Twilight near.
Purple peaks along the East
Glory-crowned with Autumn peace
As azure-wrapped they stand;
Fractured sunsets splash the trees
Glinting the wings of droning bees
Homing from the sunset-land.
October days both sweet and sad;
They bring us worry, they make us glad;
We stop and stand and weep ;
Rainbow-tinted and dew-empearled "
October's flags are now unfurled
And the lazy shadows creep. . j
Beware!
BELIEVE it or not but we are in grave
danger of losing our final gastric joy!
Hog-killing ' time has always had some sort
of special appeal for us and something inside
of us has readily responded to the frost in
the air and the curling smoke in the back
yard. But here comes the Agricultural Department
of our beloved state with a warning which, to
say the least of it, is a lick below he belt.
It warns us against the joys of Hog-Killing-Time.
We are not personally acquainted with
the men of this department, but if they are
tn persist in this sort of thing, then we
are opposed to them. If we do not abolish
the whole business we should at least repn-
,t,d them one by one and then all togetner.
And there are thousands who will join us
in this insurrection soon as they have all the
facts. 1 , '
For istance, this department, located away
down yonder d Raleigh where there are no
hogs to kill, find where there are no farms
except, those iperated by the Sons of Ham,
most advertiser, the nation lost a great man
and the church lost one of its' sanest, safest
and soberest benefactors. '
Brother Joe Moore of the Maconian, in his
anxiety to secure news inadvertently does his
JlornV. town an injustice in the way ; he - reports
of imagination will create a world of land -and
water. The man of - intrepid imagination marks
the highest development in the progress of
humanity. !
The ability to see with a spiritual eye we
call VISION. The difference in men is large
ly a difference of vision. To see clearly
means the task is already half done and the
tattle half won. Columbus saw a new Conti
nent swinging out in propless space before he
began his plea for finance. When the storm
god walked the waters and lashed the sea 'nto
foam, he persevered because the lure of that
vision pulled him on. Watching a boiling ket
tle on the coals, Watt's vision ran on ahead
of the puffing spout and visualized and engine
with nerves of steel and breath of steam.
Setting up a stake in life and driving to
wards it we call PURPOSE. The surest way
for a man to reach New York is to buy" a
ticket and board a train headed for that city.
Should he take a boat for Cuba he may some
time land in New York,' but not in time to
accomplish what was, at one time possible.
An impregnable purpose, a deathless resolve,
the burning of every bridge already crossed so
that retreat is impossible this sort of resolu
tion will give stability to our dreams.
And to smile through it all marks the doer
as a genius. There are a lot of funny things
to relieve the distresses of life if we will only
see them. Close by the side of every roaring
lion you may see a grinning Chipanzee mak
ing her daily toilet. In the court of every king
you will find a Jester whose task is to spread
a smile. The' world is full of fun but only
the man of good humor profits therefrom.
, "Criticaster"
ypHE word "critic" is defined as "one skilled
in criticism. Another word pronouncea
the same way but spelled "critique" is defined
as "a careful analysis of a literary or artistic
production." The word 'Criticaster," means
"A petty critic" one who presumes to criticise
without information or the desire for informa
tion; a self-opinionated man or woman who
wears smoked glasses and will swear anytime
that the sunlight is not clear, the dewdrop is
not mire and the snow is not white, such a
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man or woman is a Criticaster don't forget
the word.
Criticasters are not necessarily intelligent.
In fact they are just the reverse. Zebulon
B Vance, war covernor'of North Carolina, was
maligned by one of these small men, who in
writinz about the Governor s speech declared
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that Vance made more than; one hundred
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gramatjcal blunders during ftis tnree-nour ais-
&2tkn' rt ctate and " national t nroblems: but
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h U'tnfv has written it down that the governor
accomnlished more with that one speech than
his . critic would have accomplished had he
lived a thousand years.
Edgar Allen Poe was hounded to his. grave
by the criticasters of his generation, . and even
after his lips were sealed in eternal silence,
Qatta-Ai;i.,ffJ-s i ,. .1 1' r'"
"Raven," "-The Lost Lenore," "Ulalume" " and
the immortal lines "To Helen," anyone of
which would entitle its author to a place
among the immortals. - .
John Keats whose genius flashed across the
literary firmament like a' dazzling short-lived
meteor and then went out in premature dark
ness, was a. victim of the criticaster. Misunder
stood and misrepresented, his sensitive soul
gave up, he leaned his; head forward resting
his chin on .art unfinished manuscript Deiore
him and 'Mied with his face stained by his
own blood" the blood of a broken heart.
Manv a man whom we have known has gone
downVin the floodtide of such criticism, and
the wonder is that the number is not larger.
Oh for a criticism based on truth and seasoned
with the spirit of Him who said to the fallen
woman: "Neither do I condemn thee; go and
sin no more."
1 PARAGRAPHS i
The Junior Order of United American Me
chanics is a spendid body of benevolent and
patriotic men. Edgar V. Harris of Tarboro
is . State Councillor and' in appointing his dep-
uties gives ' them the slogan : 'AGAIN IN
EVERY DISTRICT." The deputy for the
First District is Hugh Monteith of bylva.
Business men and firms feel free to stop
their advertising whenever they please; they
reserve the right to cut expenses anywhere
and everywhere; they lay off clerks and buy
less in the maVkets; but the newspaper would
be ridicule and damned by these same men
if it followed in their tracks. , ,
The newspaper can suffer but it can't quit,
neither can it retrench. It is the pack-horse
iox all the people, all the time, and whether
it, lives or dies must not groan or grumble so
long as it has breath.
If The Press assumed the same attitude to
wards business and business conditions that
many of its subscribers assume we would have
no Press.
Uncle Johnnie Crawford of Hayesville will
be 101 vears old if he lives until Christmas.
He is six feet tall. blue. eyes, walks without
a cane, is of Scotch decent, has seven living
children, 44 grandchildren, 75 great-grandchil
dren and five great, great-grandchildren.
'
When Richard H. Edmonds of Baltimore
fell on sleep the other day, the South lost its
greatest booster, North Carolina lost its fore-
his mis-information and Clarence Brown re
sents the attitude in which he is placed by
Bro. Joe.
Dr. Ridley is representing Macon county at
the Wesern N. C. Teachers' College this week,
at a special "Live at Home" program. Along
with our editor there are more than 100
others who, as special guests of the college,
will take part.
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Why cry "hard times" unless you are trying
to do something or have something to sell?
Eleven farmers of Cumberland county the oth
er day received in cash $2,922.23 for 150 hogs
they sold. A Stanley county farmer reports
$38.00 per month from cream produced -by
five cows that are grazing on a pasture.
Harry Emmerson Fosdick further advertised
his pulpit infidelity by saying the other day
that it was folly to pray for rain that there
was no connection between prayer and a rain
storm. But there is some connection between
Prayer and God who controls rain storms.
.'
Sergeant York, after his remarkable feat dur
ing hte World War was shown a stack of
papers filled with writings of his doing; four
whole pages in the Saturday Evening Post and
hundreds of pages in the big dailies. York-is
reported as saying to his general: "Yes, Gen
eral Duncan, that's mighty fine, but I wish
we could get something in my CHURCH
paper down in Tennessee." .
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ENCOURAGING SIGNS - '
There is one bright ray of hope that has
been, generally overlooked in all the pesimistic
discussion of this business depression. The
cost of living is now six per cent lower than
it was last year at this time and is at the
lowest .point since 1918. In other words, gen
eral wages could have dropped more than five
per cent without affecting the buying power
of the worker.
Also, it has been brought out by a number
of experts that the employment trend, which
was downward for close to 'a year, has taken
an upward turn. The coming winter will very
probably see industrial activity improving.
When cuttine: trees for-fuel -umnA
prove the farm woodier, choose dead or dying
trees, diseased trees, deformed trees that shade
better ones, less promising tres in crowded
groups and the less valuable ones, such ya$
gray birch, aspen, blackjack oak, dogwood,
sourwood, blue beech, and ironwood.-