The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-08-08

| and bond from a guarantee company
| filed with the owners. Even Georgia
stock companies sometimes realize that
| It takes live ones to bury the dead.
Well. sir. If you believe me, The Rose
| of Dixie blossomed five times before
| anybody heard OF it except the people
who buy their hooks and eyes in Toombs
City. Then Hawkins climbed off his
stool and told on 'em to the stock COM
pany. Even in Ann Arbor he had been
used to having his business propositions
| heard of at least as far away as De-
troit. So an advertising manager was
enga ged-Beauregard Fitzhush Banks. a
young man in a lavender necktie, whose
grandfather had been the Exalted High
FELLOWSHIP of the KukluX Khan.
In spite of which The Rose Of Dixie
kept coming out every month. Although
in every issue it ran photos of either
the Tai Mahal or the Luxembourg Gar
dens. or CarmenCita or La Toilette a
certain number of people bought it and
subscribed for il. As boom for it.
Editor-Colonel Telfair ran three differ
ent views of Andrew Jackson's old home
The Hermitage a full-pase engraving
of the second battle of Manassas. en-
titled Lee TO the Rear" and a five
thousand. word biography of Belle Boyd
in the same number. The subscription
list that month advanced us Also there
were poems in the same issue by Leon
ina Nashti Haricot (pen-name), related
to the Haricots of Charleston, South
Carolina. and Bill Thompson, nephew of
one of the stockholders. And an article
from a special society correspondent de-
scribing a tea-party given by the swell
Boston and English set. where a lot of
tea was spilled overheard by some of the
guests masquerading as Indians.
uh
ca silly cloud a mirror, he was so much
alive. entered the office of The Rose of
Dixie. He was a man about the size of
a real-estate agent. with a settled tie
and a manner that he must have Dor
rowed conformity from w. J. Bryan,
Hackenschmidt. and Hetty Green. He
was shown into the editor-colonels pons
asinorum. Colonel Telfair rose and be-
San a Prince Albert bow.
I'm Thacker." said the intruder. TAX
ing the editors chair-"T. T. Thacker,
of New York
He dribbled hastily upon the colonels
desk some cards, a bulky manila en-
velope, and a letter from the owners
of The Rose of Dixie This letter intro
duced Mr.. Thacker. and politely request
ed Colonel Telfair to give him confer
enCe and whatever information about the
ma gazine he might desire.
I've been corresponding with the sec
rotary of the magazine owners for some
time" said Thacker. briskly. I'm
practical ma gazine man myself, and a
circulation booster as good as any. if I
do say it I'll guarantee an increase of
anywhere from ten thousand to a hun
dred thousand p year for any publication
that isn't printed in a dead language.
I've had ny eye on The Rose of Dixie
ever since it started ! know every end
IF the business from editing to setting
up the classified ads. Now, I've come
down here to put good bunch of money
IN the maya zine. if I can see my way
clear. 1t ought to be made to pay. The
secretary tells me it's losing money. 1
ion't see why a magazine in the South !
f it's properly handled. shouldn't get |
good circulation in the North, too"
Colonel Telfair leaned back IN his !
chair and polished his gold-rimmed |
glasses.
Mr. Thacker." said he. courteously |
out firmly, The Rose of Dixie is a |
publication devoted to the fostering and |
he voicing of Southern genius. Its
which you may have seen