The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1905-12-21
FROM NEWTON.


recent issue Of the News: 9th Q
News is one Of the very few papers in
the state that refuses to run whiskey
advertisements. And The News re-
fused to accept those "fattering ad-
vertising propositions, which, to my
mind, is an act Of high self-respect,
as we'll as righteous Judgment against
foul trade. glory in such Christ
ian manhood. | am opposed to the
whiskey traffic, the whiskey devil, j.
O. Moore's jugs, and all Of his kind.
l don't patronize J. @. Moore, nor
vote for the crowd that does if know
it. washed my hands and declared
myself free from this Internal, de-
basing business long ago. am glad
to see, not only The Brandon News,
but quite number of papers leaving
off the filthy pelf Of whiskey ads.
There is that staunch, back -bony,
clean-handed little sheet, the Bay
Springs News; our friend Thigpen is
mayor, editor and christian gentle
man; he was porn in the right time of
the moon to be man, and that, not
OF the oyster variety. either. take
no paper whose sense of honor and
common decency will not lift them
above whiskey ads-let it be daily or
weekly.
May God bless my old Rankin
friend and co-laboSer in building up
the cause of honorable journalism. I
love old Rankin and her noble people
She is fertile, far-reaching and forth
coming in all her borders. May she
prosper and be protected from not
only J. O. Moore's jugs, but from
hypocrites of every shade and
hue.
| Here is a tribute to j. @. Moore by
one of his patrons, such as the one
who tried to Fool the People,:
81 love thy jug trade, Bro. Moore,
The medium Of my delight;
You can have my money by the score,
| But the mission cause will fight.
Its true / am a loud professor,
| In Sunday school and all,
But as to my religion,
Its no kin to Brother Paul
talk, sing, pray,
And would have strict attention,
/ sit as moderator,
And GO to the gDsat conventions.
But give me chance if you dare,
And I'll show you what I can do;
I'll drink my children's s backs all bare
And leave them without shoe.
When I married my present wife,
| made her every promise fair,
But now she leads lonely life
While / go on a daily tare.
Just such husband I'm making
I deserve no better fate
Than to have an old-time shaking
And kicking out at the gate.
NO good woman In this fair land,
Let her be rich or poor,
Should live with such a sorry man,
| AS would patronize J. c. Moore.
Then, the little oh ildren, dear,
| Untaught, unclothed, unfed,
When they hear the demon footstel
near,
Go hustling under bed.
Notwithstanding all of this,
| You hear some Pharisical devil,
Crying aloud for grocery bliss,
To bring us down to hell's deat
level.
Obi that Georgias law would come
again,
| With all its mighty power,
Whip, crop and brand the dirty fiend
Who among violators tower.
Oh! for better time to see,
/ In city, town and country,
When oath of Office will sacred be,
Among our Office seeking gentry.
10, Jove, If thou wilt grant this, thel
| Do hear our humble petition,
That some decent member to
| Kick these fellows to perdition.
Talk about the world being lost,
| And her people being priest-ridden
But all the hobgoblin, dire and ghast
| In j. O. Moore's jugs are hidden.
Come happy day Of peaceful rest,
| When the Christian may qui
humbling,
The weary soul may be at rest
And the wicked cease from troub
ling -
j NEWTON, (Nee virgil.)
i HORSESHOEING.
/ Having now in my employ q goo