The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1890-02-20
GRAAKERS.

which God has created, the trees
sigh around us with a gentle har-
mony, the brooklet murmurs on
ward to the sea, with sweetly
signing cadence, the birds sing and
all nature is harmonious, all except
ONE, and that is frog,-he cRoAKs
and has no music in his soul. -
IL. w. GRADY. T
Grady knew human nature we'll.
He dealt with it in all its peculiar
phases and diverse temperaments.
He was man of push and vim, and
in his efforts to inaugurate enter
prises Of great pith and moment, he
came in contact with the croaker
and regarded him as a "bird Of evil'
that forever satover the door Of pro-
gress and croaked defeat. The beak
of the croaker has let the life blood
out of many movements that promis-
ed well at the start. Grady, also,
met with the bright and hopeful,
who inspired his soul and nerved his
arm by words of cheer and conf
dence. Therefore, he laughed at
the dismal croaker and the grufF
growler and went on from conquest
to conquest. The JOURNAL knows
that it is not every one who has
Grady's sunny disposition, or who
has within him the power to resist
the spell of the croaker. Men can
croak and croak and croak until
their discouraging notes blights and
blasts the tairest prospects.
If you would enthuse and stimu-
late hope and effort, then inject the
elixir of good cheer and encourag-
ing words into your friends. Make
them feel that the impress of divinity
was for good when man took on the
image of his Maker and was placed
in sphere but little lower than the
angels shat the world is what we
make it. Drive the raven of despair
from the the hearts and homes OF
your fellow men and food them with
the silvery notes of the hooking
bird. Open the dusty blinds of your
soul and let in the sunshine Of
gladness and the smiles of hope.
Thereby you will dispel the evil and
enthrone the good. You will gather
strength and courage for the conflicts
of life that will make you master.
If you brood and croak, like the
frog in the green Shiny bogs of the
dismal swamp, you will impart a
gloom that will befog and discourage
and dampen all efforts to build up
your town or induce home-seskers
to invest here or INACCURATE indus
tries that would rebound to the COM
mon veal. Cracking is a disease
that becomes infectious, and it's
deadly miasmatic influence likewise
becomes contagious People coming
in constant contact with it, are
transformed into birds of prophetic
evil before they know it, and croak
with you, and retard and hinder
growth ana prosperity and happi-
ness.
Ifyou find yourself falling into
the ways of the croaker, stop now
look on the bright side, catch rays
of promise, and inspire and infuse
their genial influence into the lives
of the respondent. Seek to dispel
the Imagination of calamities that
never come. People suffer more
from imaginary evils than real ones.
They attempt to cross the bridge of
trouble before reaching it.
You can make anybody sick by
having people repeat to such one
that he looks sick. You can kill a
town or business by perpetually
croaking evil and chanting funeral
requiems and magnifying the least
clouds into storms Of blackness.
Plants do not thrive and bloom in
dark cellars, but in the light Of day
and under the warmth of sunshine.
Neither can towns grow under the
the dark predictions Of a croaker,
but by the active, persistent, en-
thusiastic efforts of its whole-souled,
energetic men and women who
know no such word as fail. There
fore speak, talk and work for your
town. Praise its people, cooperate
with public-spirited effort, be TREND