The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1914-11-12
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VI Ills titlt nfbtiuB diOuHd ~ HUBS
or imbibing dope at dope factory
is the fellow who is now between.
his satanic majesty and the home
Of Neptune, or in other worda, the
devil and the deep blue sea. Use to
De 50 easy to have old Cuff step up
and turn over cotton receipts. These
all cotton farmers say that it is all
d mistake to raise feed stuffs, that
they can buy it cheaper than they
can make 1t. How about itnow bud?
Takes over three pounds Of cotton
to buy one pound of meat and the
most Of it is he does not want cot
ton. All cotton farmers don't make
enough TO make enough to feed their
old mules until Christmas, and do
not make enough meat to grease d
crosscut saw These are the fellows
who ale doing the belly-aching these
days and nobody has any sympathy
for them.
Somebody is stealing Mr.. Little
johns corn IN the field and. cotton
from Mr.. Ross. If you hear Of any
body going dead down this way b
pushing themselves too hard against
buckshot, don't send the coroner,
as we don't care to be bothered with
him.
The Journal is mistaken about
there being no field peas at the fair.
In Mr.. English's display there were
three kinds Of peas put in small
packages, still the display was pot
what it should have been.
| like tile way Mr.. Cannon fired
off his big gun last week The bank
er, the supply merchant, the guane
man and others force the farmers to
plant cotton, then cuss" 'em for
making so much Of it. Give the far
mer a market for his stuff and he'll
raise something else. This reminds
me Of story. Two little brothers
we're in the yard and the little one
was squalling. The mother said
George what is the matter with
Charlie, George answered The
little fool hollers every timeI hit
him on the head with the ham
mer. That's the way with these
bankers and supply men they hit
us on the head with a hammer and
then complain because we ely. They
extortion on us and then laugh at
us for being poor. Cotton is going
up, but don't sell it. Let them squeal
doggone 'em and they will have
more sympathy for the farmer. AS
the frog said when heavily loaded
ran on him, it was dam straining
his ewes" Let it get to be DIN
straining on their eyes.
A negro named, Sylvester John-
son, who pretends to work here for
Mr.. Ross, but who does not work
much anywhere, and who lives on
the Lamar place | think, killed
fox squirrel not long ago and then
sold the squirrel. He violated the
game law on two counts, fox squir-
rels are protected for five years and
game can not be sold in Georgia.
Looks like he should be made to
have some trouble in the county
court. Plenty OF Evidence to convict
him and he and all others white
and black who violate the game law
should be severely punished.
Capt. Palmer over at Century is
responsible for this story. The ne
groes get a little money for cotton
seed, while the cotton goes in the
cooler. An old negro preacher in
the community called his people to
the church one night and said in
substance; "Brpderin and sester-
in. things is she gettin bad fer de
niger. Den white folks down at
Alchemy take all de cotton and givs
us de seed money partly - Now
amt a-preachin to-nite-don't
have to have no bible nor tex nor
anything like dat. Des a lector to-
night. De thing whut is Fostering
us now is not de hereafter what |
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