The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1901-08-09
BOB TAYLOR'S ADDRESS.
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and fish in the same oId streams.

.
we are the same old Southern
people.
There may be skies as blue,
But none bluer;
There m y be hearts as true,
But none truer.
st is the same old land of the
free and the same home of the
brave. 1t is the same old South
resurrected from the dead with the
prints of the nails still in its hands
and the scar of the spear still in
its side.
I'm glad / am in Dixie.
Look away, look away,
In Dixie's land IN take my stand,
And live and die for Dixie;
Look away. look away.
Look away down South in Dixie.
Within the borders of this
fair land Of Dixie the fine oppor-
tunities for investment and the
richest fields for enterprise and in
dustry ever known in the western
hemisphere are now open to all
who wish to come and help US make
it blossom like the rose.
"a new development has already
begun. Thirty years ago there
was not factory in South Caro-
lima and to-day she is spinning and
weaving more cotton than she
raises, and is second only to Mas
sachusetts in the manufacture of
cotton goods; and North Carolina
and Georgia have made equal
progress with South Carolina in
this new idea Of making the South
not only the leader in agriculture,
but also in converting our raw ma
terials into finished articles of
commerce and trade, and thus saw
ing to our section countless mil
lions of wealth.
''In the mountains of Southwest
ern Virginia, Southeastern Ken
lucky, East Tennessee and North
Alabama, where the sunshine plays
hide and seek with the shadows
and where many rivers are born,
there is beautiful valley six hun
dred miles in length and from one
to thirty miles wide. Until about
a quarter century ago the prlnci
pal product of that country was
children.
The people did not realize tina
the north rim of the valley was an
almost unbroken vein OF coal and
that the south rim was an exhaust
less bed of iron, and they placed
but little value apon the vast parks
Of timber where the axe had never
cleaned. But now the dynamite
has just begun to jar the silent
hills and the forests have Just be-
gun to fall.
Birmingham is making the sky
of night red with the glare Of her
furnaces, and all the way up the val
ley to new city Of Roanoak, new
furnaces are being lighted and new
industries are developing, and
Huntsville and Decatur and Chat
tanooga and Knoxville and John
son City and Bristol ON the line
will soon be great manufacturing
centers, where the pig iron and
hardwood which are now being
shipped away to be converted into
finished articles, will pass through
our own mills, and we will cease
to be the fools we have been in the
past buying furniture made in for
eign cities out of our own timber,
and all the implements Of agricul-
ture made out of our own iron.
Until twenty years ago the
sons of Mississippi, Louisiana and
Arkansas were contented to sit on
their verandas and watch the mig
ger" and his lazy mule in the cot
ton fields and listen to the melo-
dies of the old plantation. But
now the mills OF Mississippi are
to mingle their music
with these melodies, and the
of Louisiana are being con-
verted into rice fields, and she is
enough sugar to-day to
sweeten the tooth of the world.
Arkansas is building factories
and opening her mines of mineral
wealth and saving down her great
forests of pine.
SAT the close of the civil war
Texas was wilderness. But now
he howl of the wolf has given
place to the whistle of the engine