The gold leaf., 1911-03-16
FAREWELL.

pels me to give up active work-for
awhile at least.
As already announced the paper
has been sold and will be continued
under new management, a STOCK
company composed OF representative
business men Of the town being form
ed for this purpose.
Mr.. p. r. Way, late OF the Wax
haw Enterprise, will be editor and
manager, The GOLD LEAF PUBLISH
ING COMPANY, proprietor.
1t is hard to give up my llteWork,
and | do so with many regrets.
Harder still to be forced out under
the circumstances and almost with
a feeling az keen az signing the death
warrant Of my own child was the al
fixing of my signature to the paper
confirming the sale.
Perhaps it is better SO. Under the
new order OF things | believe Hender-
son will have better paper. II this
shall be the result no one will find
greater satisfaction thereat than
myself
AS understand it there will be no
change in the general policy OF the
paper, except to improve it in every
way pOssible-make more wide
awake, progressive, up-tO-date paper
stronger and better-that will re-
fleet higher credit upon the cOmmu-
nifty it represents-capable OF render
ing greater service to its cOnstitu-
ency and become more powerful
factor for good to the town, county
and State.
commend Mr.. Way to the kindly
consideration and earnest cO-Opera-
tion al the good people Of Vance to
this end Give him your moral as
well as financial support. He may
deserve success but he alone cannot
compel it without your friendly in
terest and cooperation.
Mr.. Way is n practical newspaper
man and knows the game. His sue
cess in the business in a small town,
in II county with four papers, shows
this. | consider the GOLD LEAF
fortunate in acquiring him as editor
and manager, and Henderson as
gamer in having him become a citi-
zen
| love Henderson and | love the
GOLD LEAF. Bound together by
ties reaching back twenty-nine years
and three months, my heart is in
both, and | want to see the town and
the paper-tO which the best service
OF my life has been devOted-cOntinue
to grow and prosper.
These twenty-nine years and q
quarter have not been without their
dark days and dreary-but sunshine
and flowers have followed. Difficult
ties and discOuragements there have
been without number but with this
came the pleasure OF conquest and
the JOY of service.
The people of Henderson and Vance
county have been good to me- Words
cannot express my deep sense of ap-
probation and lasting gratitude to
them.
TO my brethren OF the press it is
hard to say the parting word | will
miss the daily and weekly communion
with them-chOice spirits and warm
personal friends many of them are
This to me is the most regrettable
thing about quitting the newspaper
business-getting out of touch with
them editor fellows" What will
do now without pile of newspapers
upon my desk or under my arm when
wend my way homeward? If
could afford the luxury | would en-
roll my name as n paid-in-advance
subscriber to every paper on my ex-
change list. might get along Just
as well without some of them, but
the price might help them to get
along just as we'll with it,
My record in the newspaper work
IL made up and the scroll laid away.
That record is known to readers of
the GOLD LEAF. 1t is too late now
for vain regrets ut past mistakes or
shortcOmings-Of which no one is
more conscious than myself-and |
have no disposition to indulge in
such. | have tried to be fair and
just, honest and truthful in the con-
duct OF my paper, striving to make
1t vehicle OF good to the town,
county and State. Its columns have
been clean-l make for it no prouder
boast than this.
L have played the game-hOw well
tried with good or poor success re-
suits cannot be altered now that
have reached the end. Thefollowing
lines by Grantland Rice, entitled
At the End of the Game" express a
sentiment that | adopt as my own:
When have heard the Final Umpire 5 call
hing out across the diamond of nv strife
That ends the little game which we call
life
shall not care about the score at all
How we'll tielded, how l hit the ball:
Nor all the cheering and the tumult rife
Nor shouts of scorn that once cut like Il
knife
These shall not matter in the endless pail.
These shall not matter on that final day
When LIES game passes with the setting
sun,
III but hear the Mighty Umpire say:
the records show no pennant YOU have
won,
No brilliant average that brings you fame:
Yet YOU go up, because YOU played the
game
Again thanking my friends and
patrons for their goodness to me.
and acknowledging with sincere ap-