The Marietta journal. (Marietta, Ga.) 1918-1944, 1922-02-09
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time is at hand to show the true Cobb
county spirit, then why halt We be-
tween two opinions" The year of
1892 will find lot of us blown off
of our feet, if we just stand around
and grumble until time to plant and
then just drive "Old Beck" up and
down the usual old cotton row, whist
ling "There is "a better day coming"
Yes, there is bright day coming to
those who put their common every
day judgment to work. If you halt
between the evil spirit and choose the
hard side, then you can always trust
that you are right, but if you pick
easy sailing the Judgment day will
find you outside the beautiful gate.
AS our blessed Lord had in this world
persecution and hard roads to travel,
then so we must go that way.
If the banker doesn't stop those in
truders that beat him, he shall fall by
the wayside in snow. If the druggist
doesn't get a profit then he shall do
| likewise. Mr.. Merchant will discon-
tinue to buy goods that does not sell.
The drummer will put up hard fight
to unload his goods on the merchant,
or he fails to heed his calling, and
good for that. Lowe here and lowe
there with the poor farmer, as they
call him. Shall he plant that losing
crop as usual? We say that if we
plant other things, then where shall
we sell them? Get together and find
market, it can be done, and then
your crop can be diversified. The
world is hungry and will buy what
you raise, but there is no market
now. If there lies a great mine of
gold it must first be looked after by
man, and machinery installed to get
it from the earth. Out yonder some
where lies the machinery to handle
lyour product. Don't put your soul
ald mind into making something that
is continually losing your money. If
Rockefeller had lost all profit and
some principal today he would be a
poor man as we farmers are. Let
US get after something just as our
forefathers did. They had no money,
no market, no stock-poor fellows,
imagine there was sad day to them
in '65, though with a determined
hand and heart they bucked up and
lived over that horrible era of adver-
sity. A man shall have bread sayeth
the Lord, and for one l am in to To-
cate those hidden treasures and we
will succeed if we are faithful. Don't
cuss the merchant and the bank, and
not even the middleman. If you de-
pend on the middleman to find a
market then don't cuss him if he
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that part, it's human failing. Now
think seriously and think for yourself
/ because we alone, as Cobb county and
Georgia farmers, can't lay our bur
dens on some other man. We alone
| can solve them to our mutual advan-
Itage We certainly feel it our duty
! to handle this problem for ourselves,
the government cannot furnish us
money to feed the weevil We too Of
! ten think our state and government
should help US. There is too much
helping now, and this may be why our
| taxes are so terribly high. They did
not take US to raise. We, ourselves
must rise to such a point where we
can help our State and Government,
then we will have better times. Now
it does not mean a child's part to US
to have a full grown mans job; let's
not look for help from others. let's
be independent II we get hungry.
then Craze awhile in the good lody's
garden, but have something in view
Why not get together and raise few
Imelons for fall market, after the
South Georgia crop is gone We can
do it, and ship a car together. Why
not ship some cars of potatoes too
and stop buying hay, meat, flour. sy-
run, peas, beans. Let's raise them,
and then few acres of cotton eaten
up wont be our whole dependence
gone, or if it makes good so much
the better, we can live at home. Now
Brother Farmer, if you are plucky.
we can make ourselves independent
Let's get together and work intelli
gently for diversifcation of crops.
and a marketing system that will
bring US rich returns for our labor.
II the editor will lend us a small
space for this, we will thank him. We
feel that we can depend upon the edi-
tor As our faithful friend l will
see that he gets some pleasure from.
nice melon in the fall, and some
potato pie.
Your brother farmer-friend,
L. NJ FOSTER, Route 5.