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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08

watching the performance, but little
Florence Vincent, the dainty ingenue
Of the Norman Hackett company has
found a newer way: she uses the
tonneau door of a Studebaker auto
mobile.
Miss Vincent is the dainty little in
genue of the Norman Hackett COM
pany who has won her way into the
hearts of Atlanta theatergoers by her
charming and artistic portrayal of the
many different roles intrusted to her,
and 1t happened in this manner:
After rehearsal OF I'VE Are Seven
last week, Miss Vincent was the guest
of Sales Manager Hurlburt in a big
Studebaker Six" A long ride was
taken over the roads of the county
and a good stiff breeze was astir
Suddenly the little lady remembered
that there was matinee of "Old
Heidelberg" that afternoon and forth
with they sped back to the Lyric.
We'll, just look Ia my hair" sale
she, and began fumbling for her van
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08
DE LIssER is WITH RRlscoE

The long time business association of
Benjamin Briscoe and Horace DeLisser
is to be continued, since announcement
is made OF DeLisser's election to the
vice presidency and general manage
ment of the Briscoe Motor Company,
whose executive offices are In New York
and whose manufacturing plants COM
prising 200 acres, are located in Jack
son Mich.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08

Little Actress Finds That Polish
Of Car Furnishes an Ideal
Reflection.

TT is. of course, nothing OF ex-
traordinary interest for any
member Of the fairer sex to stop
before a mirror at almost any mo-
ment, and daintily peck at the loose
tendrils of her hair with one hand.
while with the other daub a powder
puff at the tip of her nose
Sometimes they use show win
dows and even brass signs, when the
regular implements that serve for a
reflection are missing. We all know
this-have all experienced the mix
ture Of pleasure and annoyance when
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08
FARMERS BECOME AurolsIs.

According to the records of Secretary
If State Martindale, more Michigan
farmers owned motor cars in 1918 than
ever before. Owners in the cities regis
tered S426S machines. and 1900 licenses
were issued to those living in townships
and villages.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08

Hack Stock Company who showed how any automo-
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
The Tragedy of a Sleeping Car

close an eye. He hardly dared to wink |
lest his eyelids stick together
This porter was the hero of the ia
nous put me off at Buffalo" episode,
and ever since the terrible mistake he
had made in ejecting the wrong man,
not without difficulty, he had lost his
nerve.
Tonight he must keep awake at any
cost. Long before his usual hour, he
tiptoed through the car and gathered
up the boots of the passengers; back
In the Mushroom he put down his lit
tie folding chair and gathered about
him the motley array of shoes. Char
acter studies of alex pede Herculem.
Speaking of Hercules, the enormous
brogans of John G. Baynes exerted
upon the porter an influence like the
relic OF some potent saint. He sat
and stared into their depths with eye
balls strained and starting out Of their
sockets. He seemed TO feel them smit-
ing him from abaft and propeIling his
spine through the top of his head. He
laid on the backing with the timidity
of one polishing an internal furnace
with birthstone. When he had finished
the task, which he called "the illumina-
ton OF gentlemen's footwear" he had
nothing else to do. Then sleep came
knocking at his soul, punctually at the
| habitual time of rendezvous. But the
porter ordered her away. Sleep came
back and chung to him. But the por-
ter fought, wrestled, agonized. His
fear so bypnotized him that he lost
all knowledge Of himself and all COM
mand. Fear charmed him, like a
snake. And, finally, as the bird Of
literature flutters helplessly to the
nav Of the literary reptile, the porter
Welded to the sweet bewilderment. The
ebon Of his eyelids futtered over the
ivory Of his eyes for the last time.
The black chin rolled on the brass but
tons, and the porter was off to the
Ethiopian Nirvan. At 2.i6, just four
teen minutes before the time to waken
Baynes, sleep got him.
And now the car was silent indeed,
l2.59 came. 800 o'clock came,
3.O1 was gone forever At $50 the
little town Of Taw Centre stole up
surreptitiously and paused for a mo
ment; then slipped backward into the
night; and none in the coach knew it;
least Of all the giant and his warder
At 3.45 the porter woke. He yawned
and stretched with wonted luXuriancC
and deliberation. His drowsy lool
roved leisurely about him. It fell upor
a pair Of remarkably large shoes
Then memory awoke in his skull. He
recalled the threat of the night before
He seized his watch with frantic haste
One glance at it turned him fairly
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
The Afreet I'm Luck

stein. "And for politics, for office. dis
tinction, public position, have no am
bition. We have always looked care
fully after our health. Really" ne
unused, ut looks as if we had no wish
ungratified."
wonderful" murmured the Afreet,
and he turned to Mrs. Gluckstein;
Shall l not bring diamonds for my
mistress?"
Mrs. Gluckstein laughed, and the
drops sparkled in her ears. 1--WE deal
in them" she said.
1T is unheard of" cried the Afreet,
STRENGTHENING his enormous bulk and
knocking over a pile of sandalwood
boxes. 1.-The age fills me with aston
ishment. l have slept well these I'M
numbered years; l shall sleep on re-
assured"
Hold onl" said Mr.. Gluckstein.
although, as a matter of business,
NAV think it prudent not to indulge In
sentimental or fantastic wishes, as q
business man / must certainly make
some good use of this unexpected op
portunity. l shall ask one thing Of
you"
"And thatT" said the Afreet taker
aback.
1T will give you no trouble at all,
said Mr.. Gluckstein. Just go anC
stand in front of the store for sign
It will be a capital advertisement"
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

ISAAC Gluckstein had been a dealer
in curiosities for so many years
that he was not surprised one day on
polishing an antiue ring to find that
he had come into possession Of a
veritable Solomon's signet, and that
the mystic action of his chamois skin
had evoked an Afreet, who reminded
him strongly Of the Arabian Nights.
The AFFECT was Of truculent proper
tons, but his demeanor was submits
sive.
"Hellol" exclaimed the curiosity
dealer. What is your special liner
Do you point out hidden treasure,
grant wishes or obey general orders?
81 have power to grant three
Wishes" replied the Afreet. bowling
low.
"Sempronia!" called Mr. Gluckstein
to his wife. "step here a moment &.
Don't be alarmed; this is only GEM,
who has power to grant three wishes;
so put on your thinking cap"
The dealer turned to the Afreet:
~Mrs. Gluckstein and l will not detain
you any longer than we can help. nor
set you any very difficult task; we are
quiet people. and not very magma
tive"
81 feared, my lord" replied the
Afreet. that should find the moderns
hard taskmasters. have been of duty
Tor several centuries. In the old days
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

THE Hawkinses had just sat down
/ to the evening meal, tired of walt
ing for Myrtle, their eldest daughter,
who was the main attraction at the
ribbon counter Of a certain department
store, when they heard the door slam
"There she is at last. the poor dear. !"
said Mrs. Hawkins. as Myrtle, her eyes
flashing fire, swept into the room.
"It's a outrage" began Myrtle, care
fully placing her chewing-gum beneath
her chair and reaching for the char
lotte russo; "somethin' oughta be done
I, these trolley-car conductors. The
fresh ginks think they can do anything
an git away with it, II had my way
I'd"
"whasa matter na-ow7" asked
Johnny Hawkins. Myrtle's little
brother, with his mouth full of po-
tatoes.
"Shut up, youl" said Myrtle, ele-
gantly. "Say. NAV, it's a wonder yu
wouldn't keep that kid quiet an give
somebody else a chanel { talk"
'If you say another word you leave
this table an go TO bed without a bite
to eat" said Mrs. Hawkins TO
Johnny. The latter subsidized, and
Myrtle resumed:
"As l wuz sayin', / got on the car
at Fourth Street, an hadn't rode two
blocks fore the CONDUCTOR freak
lsh-lookin' guy with Adams apple tn
size of a orange right in the middle OF
his throat-comes up an says. fresh
like. FARE, pleased 'Yu don't needa
be in uh hurry l SEE. an with that
reaches into me portmoney-
Eyer what? asked Mr.. Hawkins.
81 visit yu wouldn't interrupt, pa,
said Myrtle peevishly. Cant "
never let nobody finish nothin'2" Re
ceiving no reply, she decided he coul'
or could not, as the case might be, ant
continued:
ANYHOW l hands him a dollar-bil
not havin' anything smaller. Is tina
all VI gotp SEE he. What's it yur
business whether it is or notT SEE
You wouldn't have that much If 20
give the company a square deal Tha
kinda fioored i'm. ! thought it woulC
He just shut right up. Then he fishe
through his pockets an SEE: L ain
got no change fer this now. Give 1t
i VI later Mind yu do SEE /, an b
walked back to the platform.
/ "Wen, it wuz gettin' right near al
street an he hadn't said nothin' abol
change, so up an asst him fer 1t. y
didn't gimme no dollar he tries to te
d me. 'Yu're another SEE, quicl
don't yu try T. pull nothin' like th'
on me or I'll give yu a slap IN t
face Then we had it hot an heavy f
ten minutes. He said he didn't get
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

mankind had but three desires-ycuth,
treasure, woman's love. All, the sim
plicity of that command! But as civ
ilization advanced wants multiplied,
desires refined. and doubt increased as
to the elements of happiness. am
prepared to learn that the present age
has developed ideas which will give
me no end of trouble"
well, my dear" said Mr.. Gluckstein
TO his wife, Eve have no difficult prob
lem to put him to work on, have we?"
why, I should like-that is, we can't
find out why the kitchen chimney
smokes"
II was wrong" said the dealer to the
AFFECT. my wife suggests at once the
most difficult question In nature. But
never mind the kitchen chimney, Sem
pronia; let us canvass our desires. In
the first place. do we want a fortune?
Would you like me to be a million
aire2"
Mrs. Gluckstein thought a moment.
''Millionaires aren't respected" she
said finally. "And then. Isaac, think
Of the trouble of moving"
81 quite agree. with you" said her
husband. well, then, what do you
say to youth and lover"
1--WE were never so comfortable
when we were in love as we are now
Isaac"
VERY true" assented Mr.. Gluck
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
A Sure Thing

It was the very next evening IL
Unison sat gazing disconsolately id
the wood fire that blazed merrily
the hearth.
"And you lost7" inquired Mrs IA
son, who was again busy with b
fancy work.
Her husband groaned. "Oh,. do
speak OF IT," he walled, but
through. I'll never touch 'um agnin|
Mrs. Unison arose and crossed 20 \
husbands side. John" she said,
speculated in Redwing, too. Ny org
was filed by Bannigan & Co., just
ter the market opened. at about 4
same figure as yours, they said.
"But | told them to do just tho
posite from what you did. and
double the number Of shares. So y
see"
Unison leaped to his feet. "Grs
Scott" Cover the first thing when
market opens in the morning. n
stock rallied Just before the close. 7
you're sure to have a big profit"
A look of perplexity spread o'
Mrs. Jimson's features. Cover wh'
You-you told me yourself that
never got in on the right side
that you always got out OF the N
ket' at a big loss, so told tn
to be sure and get me out OF
market at the same time you got Q
and they must have done 1t, beca1
I got a check from them for all
money / gave them and almost c
thousand dollars besides. exp'
they have made a mistake, and 81
me more than they really should.
I knew I'd have to win something WI
/ did Just the opposite from you"
But Mr.. Unison had become hysp'
cal.-William Sanford.
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

TOHN," said Mrs. Unison casually,
"how much money have you lost
In the stock market during the last
three months3
Unison hesitated a moment. then an
swered in rather sheepish voice:
About Ave hundred dollars"
Mrs. Jimson's expression hardly
changed. She spread out the bit OF
fancy work IN her lap. smoothed It to
a nicely with her tiny white hands.
and cooked her head trihe 10 one side
while she viewed the result Of her la
bors with a critical eye And Why"
she asked, do you always loser"
Her husband moved uneasily. Il
don't know" he replied. Cant under
stand It. Never get in on the right
side, somehow. II sell 'um they go
up. II I buy 'um they go down, and /
always get out Of the market at a big
loss-for me. Why can't make money
In stocks? other men do" His voice
had a plaintive note.
Because" said Mrs. Jimson, you
never get in on the right side You
have answered your own question. Now
want you TO promise that you will
give II up, John. Five hundred dol
lorsl Why that would have more than
bought me-"
Unison broke In impatiently "oh,
know. But always think that II
try just once more I'll win. and make
up for all I've lost Now today
bought fifty Redwing. through Banni
gan & Co.. at a hundred and ten, on
margin, of course"
"And IL you lose" questioned Mrs
Unison, you'll promise"
THAT I'll never touch 'um again,
replied Unison. fercely, "pon my wore
never again."
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
BY Rupert Hughes

was excusable; but he was red-haired
and freckled--which cannot be forgiv-
en- in a negro.
After a time Baynes pushed the cleo
trio button so far into its socket that
it never came back. Everyone in that
car recognized his touch and the por-
ter shivered as If he we're himself the
bell He flew to the smoHng-room,
now monopolized by Baynes, who
spoke to him with the caressing muir
muir of a buzz-saw:
Look here, youl I've got to get
on at Taw Centre"
"Yassuh!" said the porter, too much
frightened to be silent.
I'VE get to Taw Centre at 1892 in
the morning" growled Baynes, as II he
were delivering a death sentence.
"Yassuhl"
81 want to be walked up at 800 A. M.
When ] say 500 A. NJ. say 500 A. M.
l don't say 2.59 or SOL. say 500
A. NJ.
"Yassuh, 800 A. NJ" The words
babbled out Of the terrified porter's
mouth as il he were a waterbottle.
at Taw Centre l must change cars
for Hickory Springs, where l open the
season with my great Uncle Toms
Cabin combination. II should get
carried past Taw Centre, it would
mean the loss of dollars to me-"
"Yassuh."
Nov, If you wake me up just at
the time / said, will give you your
usual tip"
''Yassuh!"
"But, If you fail" roared Baynes
in a way that turned the Ethiopian
almost Caucasian-"In the baggage-cal
ahead have four bloodhounds-anC
they love dark meatl-raw!-raw!-
need say more?"
"Yassuh!-No suhl-Yassuh!"
Baynes finished cigar that looked
like a policeman's night-suck an'
smelled like the Chicago fire. Then n
withdrew into his section like an ele
plant retiring into a jungle. There
after, when sleep had dared to chail
him. there came forth from behind tn
drapery of his couch shores, like tn
trumpeting of the same elephant. Blu
though the whole car lay awake 70
hours none dared to curse over abov
his breath or send the porter to Civ
Baynes a jolt, or to throw at him tn
shoes Of the stranger in the uppe
berth.
But at length all slept save tn
porter.
Now, that porter had been wont {
lie down soon after midnight to tax
a little nap Long custom had enable
him to wake up promptly at thre'
But on this night the porter dared ne
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

down to his knees on the platform;
while in this convenient posture he
did not fail TO breathe a prayer. He
hung himself over the edge, and dan
gled In terror a moment-then dropped
Off. Mother earth spanked him hard
and ripped off the rear half OF his
uniform and section of black hide
one yard long But, somehow, the
porter felt that this violence was as
the dandling Of his own black nanny
compared with what John G. Baynes
would have done to him.
The porter has given up railroading
He Is now open to employment at odd
Jobs in an obscure village nr from
the line Of the railroad. When he
comes to a railroad track he SHES and
balks like a rural mule. For all he
knows or dares TO enquire. John G..
Baynes is sleeping yet.
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
Stung

dollar from me, an expostulated--
"Yu what?" asked Mr.. Hawkins.
Jaw. never mind, paw" said Myrtle
soothingly.
Emily, he points out a woman up
in tn front o. tn car, and SEE; i give
that woman change fer uh dollah.
thought it was her gimme IT. un
course, felt relieved. Wen, 90 GIT
it, / SEE to i'm, an would yu blieve ~
he wouldn't asst that woman fer that
changel GO git 1t yerself.' he sez.
We scraped about IL all the way TO ahr
street, an at last got mad an sez'
Ill 20 git that change meself.
$50 I walks up to the woman and
seq. Madam, tn conductor give you
nv change fer a dollar be mistake. III
take II. thank yul' Not much. yu won't
SEE she. DO yu mean { say yu won't
gimme that changer asts her. Yure
right SEE she. The conductor gimme
II an I'm going tu' keep 1t. What's
mines me own"
"Why'n't yu call cop?' suggested
Mr.. HaHwkins, now very much inter-
ested. Il wouldn't "a stood fer any
deal like that"
"Yu're a man. an amt" was Myr-
ties crushing rejoinder.
Didn't yu get yer change, dearieT
asked Mrs. Hawkins anxiously.
"Pm a-comin' T. that, nav" said
Myrtle. with admirable patience, IF
you'll only shut up fer few minutes
stood a.talkin' t, that woman fer two
more blocks, an couldn't do a thing
with 'er SO / got desprit. an l JUS
snatched one of 'er bundles. She yells
like a pup an tn conductor comes a.
runnin'. SO / takes a chanel an jumps
Off tn car, an it goin a mile min
utel"
BULLY fer you. sisl" Johnny burst
/ out. did yu git away with lit Die
| she chase yer? Did she call cop
I'll betchu ran like h ! NEAR
the dickensl" Smack
/ "Take that" said Mr.. Hawkins frm
e ". as Johnny staggered into a cornel
. from a slap in the face. Spare th
4 rod an spoil tn child he quoted glar
[ ing at Johnny. Now, me gurl, tell Vi
/. tn rest that"
THAT'S all there is 70 It." said Myr
!. tie. "She wouldn't gimme me money, 81
/ snatched her package
Sure" said Mr.. Hawkins in on
. breath; "but what wuz in tn package?
!, Myrtle arose, shook out her skirts
languidly stretched herself, fixed he
:, hair back, and edged toward the dool
=. what wuz in that package?" yelle
II Mr.. Hawkins.
h. Hot air" said Myrtle, as sh
sr slammed the door and ran rapidly u
10 the stains. WIN. A. McGarry.
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

green. He was too much frightened
for his teeth to rattle; he was lock-
iawed with fear. He glanced tetani-
oally at the shoes, they reminded MIN
OF the bloodhounds. Then he rose with
knees and teeth both chattering and
stole softly on the tipmost tip of his
toes into the car, and on to berth num-
Der seven-that berth which meant
death to him.
He paused just the eighteenth OF a
second till he identified the snore that
came briskly through the curtains
This gave him reinsurance Ike a sum
ulant. and got him safely to the rear
platform. The "Wyxrockja" was the
last car Of the train, and It paid out
the long track behind it like a tape
even to the horizon where the oen-
cate brushes of the dawn were just pol
ishlng the black shoes Of night.
The porter looked toward the sun,
rise as toward haven. and stopped
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

THE porter of that car had haugh-
lily ignored the hand-baggage of Z
forlorn passengers, and left them to
stumble up steps and worm their way
10 their cells as best they might. II
was many hours yet before tipping
time came, and the porter always got
out his cordiality and his farewell
vhisk-broom at the same moment,
knowing from long experience that the
average American gives exactly the
same tip whether he has been treated
Tx belted earl OF a yellow dog.
But as the eighth passenger came
along the platform there was a change
IN the manner of the porter. The
newcomer bore down on the car like
q battleship on the ways. He carried
only a light handbag. but the porter
Ieapt for 1t with a sign of sympathy
and led the way to berth number sew
en-. with all pomp and ceremony,
though he had allowed one consump-
tive girl to bunch a small trunk up
the steps unaided and left a seventy
year-old grandmother to navigate her
way alone with four handbags, two
hat-boxes, a bird-cage and pair OF
twins.
The name Of that sleeping-car was
something Enthusiastically euphoni-
Gus like "Wyxrockja"-(who names
these sleeping-cars, anyway? and these
race-horses, and apartment-houses?
and these playsO But though the
name painted on that car was "Wyx-
rockja," everybody felt instinctively
that the name should be changed at
once to John j. Baynes, for that was
the name Of the newcomer 1t was
evident from the way Baynes marched
down the aisle, that that coach might
as well have been his private car, and
that porter his personal valet. He
made the other passengers feel like
intruders.
The other men in the car-if they
could be called men in the presence
of Baynes-crouched in their places
abashed because they did not stand
six-foot three in their stockings anc
did not tip the scale completely ovel
10 the tune Of 16 stone. Later they
managed to stink into the smoking
room to escape comparison. Their
Baynes Ioomed up in the smoking-roon
and back again they slunk-or do you
say slank? And they went to beC
early like naughty children, and hi'
themselves under those sleeping-ca
blankets which Bret Harte likened Il
great sections of cold buckwheat cake
AS for the porter; he was a mer
straw of a man, anyway humal
whiskbroom: worn to a shred by cease
less hustling after the quarters Of hu
mainly. He was not only tiny-whicl
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

A hunter heard this foolish bird
And now the old crows dead.
IT'S best, you see. TO quiet be-
No noise. no boast, no cav;
One owl alive beats any FIVE
Dead crows you ever Bawl
Evening journal., 1914-12-22
A W:oo OLD Owl
"A w AOO OAW OVA

A WISE old owl, fat old owl once sat
"A High in a chestnut-tree;
He saw no one. he spake to none
A shrewd old owl was he.
A black old crow-the owls worst foe,
Made much noise overhead;
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

How sad to see at eighty-three--'
A pain to every friend
All, much we fear that Grandmas de'
VIII come to some bad end.
-O'NeE
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

And is It kind-when set 10 mind
Her infant grandchild, May,
She's shortly seen upon the green
with six rude boys at play
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

IT'S best, you see. to quiet be-
No noise. no boast, no cav
One owl alive beats any I'VE
Dead crows you ever sawl
James W. Babcocl
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

NOW Grandma Day. though old and
IN gray,
At home is seldom seen.
She never would, as grandmas should
Sit proper and serene.
Evening journal., 1914-12-22

She sklps and hops, is fond OF tops
Plays leap.frog with will
Such goings'on though frowned upon,
She does but junket still.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-09-06

appeared with a basket full or snuwballs
with which he pelted both sides indis-
criminately. Among those who took par.
were Mrs. Frank ID Re,sznCr Or | -.
Roberts, Burton Roberts and Miss Ado
laide White OF Philadelphia, Miss Bessie
White Of Blanerch, Mrs. II. Smithley and
Miss Myra silver OF New York, Miss
Myra Westheiner and Steven Westheimer
OF Norfolk. Va, and Peter Reynolds -
Wikesbarre.
Recent arrivals from New York include
Kittatinny-Miss Florence Sileoro, Miss
Myra Silcoro. Arthur Riegner, Mr.. and
and Mrs. John n Kumpf. Miss n.
Doherty. Miss u Kumpf. Allen Shreden.
Dr. l.. r. Kocher Mrs George Dean. tho
Misses Dean. Mrs A. f. Smith, Louis
Hengerer. A. Neitch. Mrs. S. T. Allen.
G. s. Martin, Mrs. S. London. Arthur,
kins, James Hunt. NJ. Francis, L. l..
Jacobs. John f. Bush and Mrs. e.
Schulze.
Water Gap House--Mrs. Rouge dc
Mossn. Miss Hazeldene Prize Miss Eliza
beth Walsh, Miss Mary Murphy. Mrs. +.
$. Mearns. Miss Louise Mearns Miss
Helena Maer. y u. Frank. Max Helo,
Miss C. S. De witt. Mrs Harry Taylor,
Mr.. and Mrs \. Mosler. Thomas \.
Chalmers. Miss Chalmers, Miss Gordon.
Antonette NJ Miller. Charlotte ].
Salant. Miss Harriet Salant. J. \. Virgin,
Robert q. Jahnke, f. p. Gelbach, Mrs. e.
). Edwa,ds. nav, ...s. q.
Riddle. O. w. cain, James A. Harte.
Arthur V. Sheridan. Charles A. Peters.
+. f. Hadley J. +. Chapman. Mr.. and
Mrs. q. r. Townsend. Mr.. and Mrs. j. G.
Low and Thomas Gilmartin.