Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-08
Our HOUSEHOLD
CONDUCTED BY LIZZIE O. THOMAS



1 suppose you are wondering IL
that last lap of my journey was
success. 1t was. / reached Madison
exactly twenty-four hours later tnan
I should, If 1 had made connection
On the train was young man whose
vacation expired the day before, and
he said he had started in time to
have reached Pensacola so as to be
at his desk the morning before. II
these delays are a sample of govern
ment ownership, please excuse me
from it. I remember that the eff.
cheney of the railroad owned by the
Japanese government was not to be
compared to the other line.
I found my mother up and quite
spry for one of her years. This
town is full Of tobacco growers, and
1 wish that you could see this. sort
of the weed. The leaves are as thin
as tissue paper, and remind me OF
the material toy balloons are made
Of, so flexible and so thin. In this
day of soaring prices find tobacco
growers as helpless as cotton plant
ers. There is no more proportion
in the price Of the finished product
and the raw material than in cot
ton and cloth. The farmer used to
smoke tobacco that smelled very
good. He pays nearly three times as
much now for the same brand but
the scent is bad bad. can't say how
many changes he has made, but 1t
seems to me the one that is least
offensive is the ola brand. I often
tell him that burning cabbages or
blackberry leaves would smell as
pleasant, and the fact that only one
trial usually satisfies him with
new brand shows that he is almost
ready to say that all TOBACCO is adul-
terated, none good. "
There has been plenty c. rain since
I've been here, although it has ceased
to be daily occurrence, and won
der often in the ingenuitl of man
will ever get the rainfall equally dis
| tributed. There was time when air.
crafts and irrigating the desert parts
| OF America, seemed as far-fetched as
the idea of keeping the rain off. L
often think of those lines,
| eve are living, we are dwelling i
In grand and glorious time,
| In an age on ages telling
That to be living is sublime"
and I wonder what the poet would
have to say If he lived in this pro-
gressive age.
Darius Green and his flying ma
chine was a wild stretch of magma
| ton, but that as we'll as Jules Vernes'
| Around the World in Eighty Days"
and Twenty Thousand Leagues I'm
der the Sea" have actually come to
pass. Who knows? There may be
flying machines built for individuals
| / have come to the place in my life
where I never say "it can't be done"
1t would not surprise me one bit to
have an agent call on me some busy
day, and offer to sell me some sort of
attachment for arms and feet that
| will lift me above the houses and
make me independent of railroad
schedules. I do not say that would
buy the first one offered, but I am
venturesome. I've ridden in' or on
everything but flying machines, from
| the Pullman carriages as our be-
loved Bishop Galloway, used to call
the Jinriki of Japan, to the ship of
the DESERT as the camel Is called.
| believe that camel-riding is the next
thing to flying. for one feels like she
is clear off the earth. The idea
comes to me that I've never been in
submarine, but there were line of
| boats between Chicago and some Of
the great lake cities called whale
backs and I believe I've ridden in the
first evolution of the submarine.