Returning Thanks to My Friends

Having read in the Missouri World that you had ceased writing for Watson’s Magazine, I was greatly surprised. I had supposed that you owned the Magazine, and had taken great pleasure in securing subscriptions for it in this vicinity. Some of those subscriptions have just expired, and the subscribers say they don’t want it again if you are not going to write for it. That would seem to sound the death knell of the now so-called Watson’s Magazine.

When you start your new magazine send me a sample copy, and I will endeavor to give your subscription list a little boost. I would also like a few sample copies of your weekly paper.

You Shall Hear Again.

Looking forward and hoping to get the November number of your Magazine, I hear, verbally, that you have severed your connection with that periodical, and I don’t care now whether it ever appears again, for what I read in it was what you wrote, little else. I know you quit your association there for good cause and that your work will not end, and believe I shall hear from you again. I dare say two thirds of the readers of Watson’s Magazine, like myself, will care little for it now.

While I’m traveling, please know that I’m still a citizen of good old Georgia, living at 257 South Pryor Street, Atlanta.

Samples of the Replies DeFrance May Expect to Get to Begging Letters.

Dear Sir:—In this paragraph you say too much to get my help; you say that Mr. Watson’s backers cared nothing for Mr. Watson’s “ideas.” But the money which you hoped to get out of those who do care for Mr. Watson and his “ideas” was the object in view. Had it not been for Mr. Watson and the principles he advocated I would not have been a subscriber. This and the fact that Mr. Watson was forced to resign because of non-payment of his salary and what you say in the fourth paragraph forever settles it with me. When Mr. Watson betrays the people’s cause or trust for any cause I am done, for I would never confide in another man as I have in him, but he will never forsake the people.

Dear Sir:—I received the November number of the Watson’s Magazine a few days ago, and your circular letter and subscription blanks today, and in reply would say that I am one of those who much prefer the play of Hamlet with the Prince of Denmark left in.

Further comments are unnecessary. My subscription expires February, 1907. Please discontinue same with the November number received.

Gentlemen:—You will please discontinue my subscription to Watson’s Magazine.

I subscribed to this periodical in order to read Mr. Watson’s editorials; and, inasmuch as he is no longer identified with this publication, it is useless to send it to me any longer.

Wants the Jeffersonian.

I was very much surprised on buying Watson’s Magazine for November to find that you were no longer connected with it as editor. Of course I will have no further use for the Magazine as I only bought it in the first place for your writings.

I saw in one of the St. Louis papers that you intended to start another Magazine and call it Watson’s Jeffersonian. Please advise me if this is true and when it will be ready for publication, as I want you to put me down on your subscription list.

No Sham for Him.

Some time ago I subscribed for your splendid Magazine solely and only to get to read your articles therein and I notice to-day’s number, with one exception, contains nothing from your able pen. Without your articles I would not give ten cents a year for it, in fact don’t want it at any price. I desire to read after you, but don’t want this other trash.

The Jeffersonian is the Answer.

I have been a regular purchaser of your Magazine from its beginning, and it is with the deepest regret that I learn that you have withdrawn from the Magazine. I presume that the enemies of truth have destroyed its publication as they have done heretofore with others.

Will you kindly inform me, also, whether you will start a new Magazine or paper by which we may enjoy the education that you have given us? I wish you success and strength to overcome all opposition.

Hamlet Without the Dane.

Watson’s Magazine without Watson is of course no longer Watson’s Magazine. I haven’t seen the November number, but it must be like “Hamlet” with Hamlet left out.

I am proud of having been one of the faithful in 1904, when I heard you speak at Jersey City and again in that matchless “old fashioned stump speech” at the Grand Central Palace in New York, where I managed to jam myself through the crowd on the platform and get hold of your hand for a second.

The monthly visits of your Magazine were like those of a dear friend dropping in for an evening to discuss matters which should be of the gravest concern to every true American. I have the numbers all bound in volumes, but now my set is complete much sooner than I had anticipated.

A few minutes ago I took up a copy of The Public, in which I saw a paragraph to the effect that you would soon start a new Magazine. I hope this may be true, and I want to be one of the first subscribers, for I am anxious for the continuation of the “Life of Jackson” and for more of your Editorials.

From a Constant Reader.

Too late I learned the sad story of Watson’s Magazine. I have been a subscriber to it from the first number, and I did not want to miss a number.

I sent a long list of names to it a few days before I found it out, for sample copies. But it has lost its attraction to me and I hope such men as DeFrance and Mann will soon be relegated.

I have enclosed a few names that might subscribe to the new Jeffersonian Magazine.

Wants a “Watson’s” With a Watson in It

I have been informed that you would send to the present subscribers to Watson’s Magazine, if they so desired, your new publication, free of cost, for the time for which they had paid their subscriptions to the Magazine. I am a subscriber to the Magazine, and have been from the date of its very first issue, and my subscription is paid to the corresponding date in 1907.

I took the Magazine because of your connection with it. I would appreciate the opportunity of getting acquainted with your new Magazine.

Returning Thanks to My Friends

Shouldering the responsibilities and the financial burden of a new magazine, is a serious matter. As nearly everybody will understand, it involves tens of thousands of dollars in the way of necessary expense, and whether you will ever see that money again depends entirely upon circumstances over which you yourself have nothing like absolute control. There are already so many brilliant and beautiful magazines circulating throughout the Union, that establishing another is a venture that borders upon temerity.

But in my case there was no alternative. It had to be done. Flesh and blood could not bear the infamous treatment which was being handed out to me by that fat rascal, Col. W. D. Mann, and that lean sneak, C. Q. DeFrance. Out of consideration for the subscribers, as well as in justice to myself, it was absolutely necessary that I should establish a magazine of my own, which should extend to the subscribers of the New York Magazine the privilege of securing the remainder of their terms from a magazine which was, in fact, what the name of the New York Magazine had led subscribers to believe it to be.

To have Mann and DeFrance publishing, in New York, a Watson’s Magazine, and securing money from thousands of innocent people, who would subscribe upon the faith of my name, and would then be told falsehoods as to why I was no longer writing for it, WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTOLERABLE SITUATION.

To remain silent and acquiescent under those circumstances, would have been to make myself a party to the fraud. I understand that Col. Mann and C. Q. DeFrance are using, for themselves, the money sent to the Watson’s Magazine by those who are not aware of the fact that there is no Watson connected with THAT Magazine. If they do not extend to the subscriber the option of getting his money back, or of having it sent to the genuine Watson’s Magazine, they will be cheats and swindlers; and they ought to be made to plead on the criminal side of the Court, where the appearance of Col. Mann would not be considered extraordinary.

Not wanting to be a party to a fraud by making no effort to defeat it, and not having a disposition to lie down quietly while those two rascals trampled upon me, I announced the purpose of establishing Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine. Of course it was hoped that my friends would stand by me. It was hoped that those subscribers who had gone to the Magazine in New York would follow my Magazine in Atlanta.

Did the subscribers of the New York Magazine want a real Watsonian Magazine, or was it just any old magazine that they were after? Were those subscribers men and women who had faith in me, and who were attached to myself, my work and my message? Would they have sufficient interest in the matter to sympathize with me, and follow me? These were the questions. They could not be answered until the opportunity was offered for the subscribers themselves to act.

With grateful heart, I hereby return profound thanks to those steadfast and earnest comrades who have already enrolled themselves with Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine.

These friends did not wait for a sample copy; they did not wait for the day of publication. They had faith. They knew in advance what my Magazine would be. They had confidence. They knew perfectly well that their money would be safe in my hands. Therefore, from California to North Carolina and from Florida to Michigan, they have poured in upon me their letters of sympathy and encouragement. And together with these letters they sent remittances to cover their subscriptions in advance.

From so great a number it is difficult, and perhaps not quite fair, to single out individuals, but as it is my intention to carry in the Magazine from month to month, a Department in which those who are most active in their support of the Magazine will be mentioned by name, a few will be mentioned now. Others will be mentioned later.

I want every one of my friends who have written me, to feel that their encouragement and support is profoundly appreciated.

You naturally inquire, who was the very first subscriber to Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine?

Following closely after Dr. Gibson, came a good many others who arrived so nearly together that it would perhaps be unjust to some to say which was literally the first-comer, yet I cannot refrain from selecting a few for special mention.

There was my gallant and loyal friend of LaGrange, Ga., Dr. Frank Ridley, whose letter I am going to print in full:

“Please know that I am in thorough sympathy with you in the matter of the Magazine contention, and all other matters.

“I have written to the New York office of the Watson’s Magazine, instructing them to discontinue sending me their paper. I am enclosing check for $1.50 for Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine. With sentiments of my continued warm regard and friendship.

Then there was the very warm-hearted H. J. Mullins, Franklin, Tenn.; there was J. J. Gordy of Richland, Ga., who had rendered such faithful service for the New York Magazine, and who transferred his zeal and influence immediately to the Jeffersonian; there was whole-souled Frank Burkett, of Okolona, Miss.; and there was that gray-haired but warm-hearted veteran, Thos. H. Tibbles, of Nebraska.

From the Empire State, Texas, came the cheering response of sturdy Milton Park. From Salem, Va., W. H. Tinsley spoke words of encouragement. And my good old friend, Allison W. Smith, of North Georgia, went to work as earnestly and as promptly for the new Magazine as he had done for the old.

And how can I fail to mention Paul Dixon of Chilicothe, Mo? A truer man does not live. Of the many who have stood by me at this juncture and shown a willingness to co-operate, none has been more emphatic than Dixon & Lankford, who enjoy the distinction of publishing one of the three Mid-Road Populist papers which stood the storm, and did not go down in consequence of the awful mistake and of Fusion.

From Los Angeles, Cal., came a heart-warming letter from Lucian L. Knight, which you will find elsewhere in this number of the Magazine. From Athens, Ga., came a most welcome letter from A. D. Cheney; and his bright boy, Jean Cheney, took up the work of canvassing his community, with results so extremely helpful to me that I mention his name in grateful recognition of his service.

“I saw a notice in the Missouri World, that you were about to publish a new Magazine. Enclosed find remittance for which send me your Magazine as long as that pays for, and then let me know, and I will remit for it for a longer term. I am glad to learn that you will continue your good work.”

From Kentucky comes a cordial word from that veteran editor and gifted gentleman, Hon. Henry Watterson, who, on the eve of his departure for Europe, drops a line to the Atlanta management of the Magazine to say:

“Mr. Watson has few greater admirers or better friends than I am and whenever the Courier-Journal can do anything to advance his personal interests, it is always at his hands.”

Judge John J. Hunt, one of those level-headed Democratic leaders who did his best to prevent the awful mistake that was made by the Men in Control, in 1896, was swift with his assurances of hearty co-operation and support. And my old college friend. Alex. Keese, of Atlanta, was not behind anybody in the warmth and vigor of his protestations against the wrong which had been done me by those knaves in New York.

Nor should I forget stanch W. S. Morgan, of Hardy, Ark., nor J. M. Mallett of Cleburne, Tex., both of whom were emphatic in their denunciation of the New York outrage:—Nor yet sturdy Jo. A. Parker.

From far-off Seattle, State of Washington, the voice of The Patriarch, was heard in scathing condemnation of what had been done by Col. Mann and DeFrance; and from New Jersey, Dr. Geo. H. Cromie was equally emphatic.

My good friend, C. E. Parker, of Bainbridge, not only enlisted under my banner, turning his back upon those New York knaves, but he remitted the largest individual check that was sent—$13.80—and the largest number of subscribers received in any one remittance.

From the Hawaiian Islands, came a cordial hand-shake from that veteran of the Reform Wars, John M. Horner. From Paris, France, spoke the sympathetic voice of John Adams Thayer—the brainy, nervy man who achieved such a wonderful success for Everybody’s Magazine.

Nor must I omit from the Roll of Honor the name of Prof. M. W. Parks, President of the Georgia Normal and Industrial School, and President also of the Georgia Educational Association. His letter was a noble tribute which I highly value.

Taylor J. Shields, of Vineland, Ala., has my sincere thanks for his generous words.

Bay City, Michigan, is the home of an ardent, personally unknown friend whose hand I hope some day to shake—his name is Francis F. McGinniss.

And I must find room to mention my untiring friend, Col. W. A. Huff, of Macon; R. E. Thompson, of Toomsuber, Miss.; J. S. Ward, Jr., of Thomasville; Ben Hill, of West Point, Ga., and Clarence Cunningham, of Waterloo, S. C.; Rev. R. L. Benson, Clay Center, Kan.; H. G. Sumner, Passaic, N. J.; Chas. Butler, Oakland, Cal.; Theron Fisk, Sioux Falls, S. D.; and Prof. Z. I. Fitzpatrick, of Madison, Ga.

And then there is W. F. Smith, of Flovilla, Ga., who has never flickered in his loyal comradeship any more than has that noble old Roman, Gen. William Phillips, of Marietta.

Here is a specimen of the way they are writing to me and below it a sample of how they are writing to the bogus Watson’s Magazine:

Dear Sir:—I am writing the New York office today cancelling my subscription to the counterfeit Watson’s Magazine. Old man Mann, and DeFrance are a set of fools, if for one moment they entertained the thought that they could detain the followers of the real Tom Watson on their subscription list. The thing can’t be done. When the readers of the New York Watson’s Magazine find out the truth about the manner in which they treated the genuine Tom Watson, you will see them leaving like rats leaving a sinking ship. The idea of Watson’s Magazine with Watson left out! Might as well try to run a locomotive steam engine without steam. Tom Watson was the steam—the electricity—the spirit—yes, the very life of the Magazine, and without him its name is Dennis. It is a burning shame, the way they have treated you.

I am sending my check for $1.50 for your Jeffersonian Magazine, and wish for it the success that you so justly deserve. I hope to be able to get others interested in the new publication. You have thousands and thousands of true and tried friends in old Georgia, and in fact, in every State in the United States, and the numbers are growing all the time, and every effort of the enemies of truth to put you in the background only brings you more prominently before the masses as the friend of Good Government.

May God abundantly bless and prosper you and yours, is the sincere prayer of your friend and brother,

Gentlemen:—I hereby cancel my subscription to Watson’s Magazine, and ask you to refund balance that you are due me on same. I do not care to read your slanderous vaporing about Tom Watson. You will soon find out that, bad as you try to make him out to be, he was really the Magazine, and without him it will sink in the cesspool of public contempt—as it should do.

Gentlemen:—The November number of Watson’s Magazine is at hand. As Mr. Watson is no longer the Magazine, will you please discontinue my subscription and return to me the three month’s unexpired subscription price, and oblige,

I received a card from you yesterday concerning the Magazine. I noticed your proposition to make good the subscription to the Watson Magazine. I think mine will be out in June, but I got it at club rates and don’t want to be a burden to you, but I don’t want a Watson’s without a Watson in it, so you send me the Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine, and I’ll see you and pay for six months at least, as I have great confidence in you as a reform leader and want to help what little I can.

G. M. Stembridge, of Milledgeville, is good enough to say, in subscribing, “you are doing more for the Reform cause than any other man in the United States.” “If ever anybody wants to whip you,” writes friend M. S. Chiles, of Macon, in remitting his subscription, “I will be pleased to push you aside and say, ‘Whip me first.’” “I would not carry the New York publication from the postoffice,” says W. W. Shamhart, of Newton, Ill. Dr. R. R. Smith, of Burtons, Miss., doesn’t “like the jingle of the editorials” of the bogus Watson’s Magazine for November and would like to see any response that I may make. Verily, he shall see it. J. K. Sears, of McCoy, Oregon, wants a Magazine “published at Atlanta by Tom Watson and not by Col. Mann at New York.” “Please enter my name from now till doomsday,” writes Prof. J. H. Camp, of Chicago, who at the same time cancels his subscription to what he calls “the New York dummy.” Dr. J. D. Allen, of Milledgeville, enrolls himself and says, “send me the first copy.” “I shall always be a subscriber,” writes W. W. Bennett, Esq., of Baxley. “The reason I subscribed to the other Magazine,” says W. W. Arendell, of Gause, Tex., “was that you were the editor,” so of course he wants the genuine Watson’s Jeffersonian. B. L. Milling, of Neal, Ga., was a subscriber to Watson’s Magazine of New York from the first issue, “and would continue to be, had it not been that ‘the gang’ tried to impose upon you,” he writes. Likewise C. W. King, of Rome, Ga., “only subscribed to the New York publication on account of your colors flying at the mast-head, so”—he writes—“of course I wish to enter my name as a subscriber to your new venture.” H. Gillabaugh, of Missoula, Montana, thinks the bogus Watson’s Magazine as at present conducted, is “like a church with the devil as pastor.” “No more of C. Q. DeFrance for me,” writes J. T. Melbone, of Huntingdon, Tenn. A cordial message greets me from Captain Jack Crawford, the poet-scout. A. Benoit, of Shreveport, La., sends $10, with the request that $1.50 be credited to him for subscription, and the balance be used “for the cause.” From the little city of Flippen, Ga., a list of 25 subscribers to the bogus Watson’s Magazine goes forward to DeFrance. A copy of the letter is sent me with the request that they be enrolled on the Jeffersonian.

It is something to have lived and worked in such a way as to have won true hearts in every part of the Union.

God knows how much I appreciate these stanch friends, many of whom I have never seen and will never personally know.

My lady friends—God bless them!—have been just as prompt and just as earnest in taking my side in this struggle against a rascally New York millionaire and a treacherous sneak who are trying to make off with Watson’s Magazine.

Shall I ever forget the warm-hearted letter of Miss Sallie T. Parrish, of Adel, Ga?

Various subscription agencies, as well as newspapers and magazines, had made clubbing rates with Watson’s Magazine while I was with it. Of course Col. Mann and DeFrance would like to have these clubbing rates stand, and would like to have the revenue coming from those who are still subscribing to Watson’s Magazine in ignorance of the fact that it now has no Watson connected with it. The managers of these subscription agencies, and the managers of those newspapers are necessarily compelled, as men of honor, to hold up all subscription money coming from those who wish a Watson’s Magazine, until the managers of the clubbing rates shall have notified the subscriber that Mr. Watson is no longer with the New York Magazine that bears his name, but is now publishing in Atlanta, the Jeffersonian Magazine. In other words, as a matter of common honesty, the subscribers should be put on notice that the New York Magazine which bears my name, has been taken away from me by Col. Mann and DeFrance, and the subscriber should therefore have the option of sending his money directly to the Jeffersonian Magazine.

The Union Library Association, of New York, promptly assured me that this would be its attitude in the matter. They will hold the money until the subscriber shall have elected which of the two magazines he really wanted. This was very honorable in the Union Library Association of New York, and the promptness with which the manager took that position, is highly appreciated by me. I give Mr. Bowman’s letter in full:

Dear Sir:—Yours of the 23rd inst. is at hand. You evidently did not receive our letter, although we have an acknowledgment of receipt of same from your manager.

We wrote you voluntarily that we would be glad to do just what you now ask us to do. That is, endeavor to switch subscriptions for Watson’s Magazine to Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine.

It seems to us that if anyone wants your Magazine they will not be satisfied with Colonel Mann’s continuation of the original. It is a rather unfortunate state of affairs, but no doubt in time it will get straightened out and everyone know the true facts in the case.

We can assure you of our interest in the matter, and will be glad to do what we can to throw business your way.

The Atlanta Journal has notified our Circulation Manager, Mr. Clement, that its position would be the same. In fact, I cannot see how the managers of those various clubbing arrangements, which are now standing in the name of Watson’s Magazine, can, as a matter of common justice to me, as well as to the subscriber, turn over the money to Col. Mann and DeFrance, until the subscriber himself says that the money should go to that precious pair.

Thanks are due and are hereby extended to the editors of the leading periodicals devoted to literature and current events. Special acknowledgements are due the New York American for the use of striking cartoons reproduced on pages 12, 16 and 28—inadvertently not credited. The friendship and courtesy of such publications as Collier’s Weekly, The Saturday Evening Post, The New York Times Saturday Review of Books, The Literary Digest, The Commoner, and other notable weeklies is gratefully acknowledged, and similar sentiments are hereby expressed towards such leading monthlies as The Century, The Reader, The Review of Reviews, The North American Review, Success, Appleton’s Magazine, and The World’s Events, to such splendid dailies as The Tribune, The American, and The Globe, of New York, The Public Ledger, of Philadelphia, that lively bantling, The Washington Herald,—which is fairly glittering under Scott Bone’s touch,—The New Orleans Picayune, The Tampa Tribune, The Jacksonville Times-Union, and Claude L’Engle’s brilliant Sun, of the same place, The Charlotte Observer, The News and Age-Herald, of Birmingham, The Forum, from far-away Fargo, where the blizzards come from and the Post-Intelligencer from farther-away Seattle, where the salmon come from, The Toronto Globe, dauntless champion of good morals and tariff reform, The Tribune, of Salt Lake, The Columbia State, The Nashville Banner, The Griffin News, and scores of standard weekly papers scattered throughout God’s country down here and in the West.

Editor Walter Hodges, of The Central Texan, who is a native Georgian, “with some of the spirit of the old South,” is cordial in his offer to co-operate with the Jeffersonian; The Opelika, Ala., Post hopes that “Mr. Watson may succeed in his greatest battle of modern times for the people’s rights,” and will lend a hand; the Pretorian Guard, of Dallas, Texas, thinks that “with a leader of Mr. Watson’s originality at the helm, success is certain;” Editor J. P. Sarraman of The Charlotte People’s Paper, is “for Watson first, last and all the time,” and doesn’t want any “imitation;” Editor Fletcher Davis, of the Hondo, Texas, Anvil-Herald assures the new Magazine that he will put in some good licks for the enterprise, and W. M. Ellis, proprietor of the Rusk, Texas, Press-Journal, breaks an established rule to accept our clubbing proposition.

To one and all our distinguished regards and twice over to any whom we have accidentally omitted.

Shall I ever forget how generously there came to me the ready, cordial, soulful devotion of Will N. Harben?

And how could I ever fail in appreciation of the disinterested and noble impulse which moved my friends, H. Clement, A. K. Taylor, and Chas. J. Bayne, to cast in their lot with mine, for salaries less than they had been getting elsewhere.

In the same class, stands my brilliant young friend, Gordon Nye, who left the bogus New York concern to come and live with me, and work with me.

With these young men, Clement, Taylor, Bayne, and Nye working with me instead of for me, I go forward without the slightest fear of failure.

Nor would it be fair to fail to give due credit to my friend, Mr. Chas. P. Byrd, who, when he realized that my object in publishing this Magazine was, not so much to make money as to exert a healthy influence over public opinion and to be of service in the largest educational sense to young men, came to me with a generous concession on the cost of doing the mechanical work of the Magazine, and thus enabled me to publish it in my home State.

Had it not been for this magnanimous spirit in Mr. Byrd, the prices which were quoted to me in Atlanta for the mechanical work would have driven me out of my native State and forced me to give the contract to the Columbian Printing Co., of Nashville, Tenn., whose offer was much better than any that had been made to me, until Mr. Byrd generously came to my relief.

“We boys” are going to give you just about the livest Magazine that ever you saw—and you must aid us in extending its circulation and therefore its usefulness.

I want no office under the sun, but there is one thing that I do want and mean to have:

Influence with that imperial sovereign before whose irresistible power the haughtiest of heads must bend—Public Opinion.

Witty Flings by the Paragraphers.

Always in Trouble.

What’s the matter with Kansas? This time it is the ears of corn are too long to go into the shellers.—New York Tribune.

A Morocco Slipper Needed.

The time seems to be drawing near for the powers once more to lay Morocco across their collective knee.—Chicago Evening Post.

Society in Court.

Will Draw Cards Next Time.

A sporting friend, after reading the election returns, ventured the assertion that in the next inning the “standpatters” will draw cards.—The Commoner.

Another Trial for Crapsey.

Now it is boldly asserted that Dr. Crapsey bears a striking resemblance to Richard Harding Davis. This is another severe trial for the doctor.—Washington Herald.

Getting Their Money’s Worth.

All the satisfaction the Standard Oil Company can get out of it at present is furnished by the fact that its array of legal talent is earning its money.—Washington Post.

A Bond of Sympathy.

The people of Canada are reported to be opposed to some of the magazines published in this country. Is this another bond of sympathy between Canadians and Americans?—Birmingham News.

Knows How it Is.

Having been shelved temporarily on Cuban annexation, Senator Beveridge bobs up with a startling idea for a national child labor law. He went to work in the senate too young himself.—Atlanta Journal.

Loose Change Not Counted.

After figuring over the matter for some months the persons engaged in the task have been able to discover that Mr. Sage left a fortune of between $60,000,000 and $100,000,000. There is a little difference of only some $40,000,000 between these two estimates. Probably they have not yet been able to count up the loose change.—Columbia State.

Bosses, Bumble Bees and Billy Goats.

And now Governor Beckham draws the line on Dr. Powell (who demands Sunday law enforcement). The trouble with the Governor is that whenever some one antagonizes him that some one must be saddled with an unworthy motive. This mode of dealing with critics and criticism is common to bosses, bumble bees and billy goats.—Louisville Courier-Journal.

BAINBRIDGE, GA.,
CITY LOTS FOR SALE
Gilt Edge Values in Real Estate Affords Tangible Opportunity for Investors and Home Seekers.

Bainbridge is right on the crest of a wave of prosperity and advancement now sweeping over this section. It has good river connection, and is reached by two railroads; while three more are in the course of construction; which goes to show that the present development and future prospect of the city affords a rare opportunity for investments in real estate.

One 65-foot lot on Shotwell street sold thirty days ago for $1,500, will now bring over $2,000.

Some of the greatest fortunes in the South were made by prompt, discriminating investors in this line; and we feel certain that the investor has never been afforded an opportunity more golden in prospect than is afforded in this sale of choice building lots. We are offering on easy monthly payments

300 Choice Building Lots at $50.00 each.

These lots are conveniently located in the eastern section of the city, on Planters, Water, Broughton and Shotwell streets; and within a short distance from Circle Drive, Bainbridge’s most popular driveway. An ideal place for a home.

Some Facts About Bainbridge.

Bainbridge is located on Flint river, deep water short channel to port on Gulf, and enjoys the same freight advantages as Columbus, and is entitled to Port rates, for which Atlanta has striven in vain. As a commercial center, Bainbridge enjoys marked success. Within the past five years have been added such industries as a large Oil Mill, two Barrel Factories, Sash, Door and Blind Factory, Ice Factory, Hardwood Plant, Corn Mill, Foundry and Machine Works, Canning Factory, two Brick Factories, Syrup Refinery, Machine Shops and Car Works—representing an invested capital of nearly half a million dollars. All these industries came to Bainbridge because of its natural advantages, and not because of money inducement by Bainbridge people.

Its location on the river, railroad facilities, new roads, rich farming section, etc., are bound to make Bainbridge the largest town in South Georgia. It is surrounded by the richest farming lands in Georgia—the foundation of the wealth of any town—a fine cotton country; and the home of the famous Georgia Cane Syrup and Sumatra tobacco. The climate is mild and healthy, and truck crops mature early enough for fancy prices ahead of the main crop.

It is the Only Spot in the United States Which Successfully Grows Sumatra Tobacco.

Farmers obtain $500 per acre for their tobacco crops. One New York firm, A. Cohn & Co., has a million dollars invested in their plant to grow and handle this product. Less than one-third of this land is now cultivated. There is room for 10 times the present population, and these great opportunities are certain to attract farmers to this section.

Waiman Hotel, Bainbridge, Ga., Nov. 26, ’06.

Mr. F. R. Graham, City.

Dear Sir:—Before leaving town on the early A. M. train, I wish to request that you reserve ten lots adjoining those I bought of you today, as I think I can place them with some of my friends in New York who are looking for a “dead sure thing” as an investment. My personal inspection of the property today and that adjoining it, which you showed me, leads me to believe that your section is ideally located and that it has a brilliant future. I have covered this southern territory for six years and have seen many sections grow rapidly, but I can honestly say that I regard Bainbridge as the best part of South Georgia, both as a natural business center and residential section, saying nothing of its agricultural qualifications; and I see no reason why you should not soon have a greater Bainbridge, as we have a greater New York. Thanking you again for that delightful ride, I am,

Yours very truly,
(Signed)THOS. H. HEARD,
New York.

For Further Information, Address

F. R. GRAHAM, Dept. A., Bainbridge, Ga.

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