Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 1, 1912, Page 2

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PAGE TWO 0f all the attentions you can show or the presents you can buy nothing is more appreciated than a box of nice candy now and then, i Our Candies;Taste Good| and Are in Good] Taste This is about all the argument reeded for the young fellow, but re- member this.. After she is yours such things are appreciated even She knows that you think more of her, of course, but still she likes to be told and she likes to be shown even better. Naturally she can't tell you this but try her just more than before, THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK::.:\D. FLA, JULY 1, | ~ Lakeland Lodge No, 91, F. & A. M. Regular communicaiions held on |€econd and 4th Mondays at 7:30 p. m. Visiting brethren cordially in- vited. J. L. LOVE, W. M. J. F. WILSON, Secy. Lakeland Chapter, R. A. M. No. 29 meets the first Thursday night in each month in Masonic Hall. Visit- |lng companions welcomed. C. G. Arendell, Sec’y.; J. F. Wilson, H. P. Palm Chapter, O. E. S. meets every second and fourth Thursday nights of each month at 7:30 p. m. Mrs. Flora Keen, W, M., Lucie F. B. Eaton, Secy. Lakeland camp No. 78, W. 0. W., meets every second and fourth Thurs- day night. Woodmen Circle firs wid third Thursdays. W, J. Estridee, Council Commander, Mrs. Sallie Scip- wr ardian of Circle. [.0. 0. F. at I, 0. 0. F. Hall ,corner Main and once with a box of our candy and see how much it means. Why not? Norris, Atlanta, Cal!dies i e e Quick Delivery Red Cross Pharmacy PHONE 89 RS The Cigar That Made Lakeland Famous A. R 1. BLUNTS P For Sale at All Stands SURE DEATH TO BED- 1BUGS AND INSECTS Agents wanted anywhere and ev- erywhere. Rid your houses today of bedbugs and get a good night's rest. It will cost you little, and is guaranteed, or your money back. It will kill any irsect from a red buy to a cockroach $1 a gallon or $1.25 delivered. Apply to ELLERBE shoe and harness shop, 207 North Ky avenue DBowyer building. S. L. A, CLONTS DEALER IN Real [ stflte at 106 Massachusetts | Samie moene ! The cub was no office in Clonts’ Building. CITY AND COUNTRY PROPERTY— SOME FINE BARGAINS. «|at 7:30 at Odd Fellows Hall, 0dd Fellows hall, Tennessee. Visiting brothers cor- dially invited. R. M. DAMPIER, Noble Grand. E. M. SMAILES, Rec. Sec. K. OF P. Regular meeting every Tuesday Visit- ing members always welcome. J. W. BUCHANAN, JR., Chancellor Commander. A M. JACKSON, Secretary. G. I A toB. of L E. Orange DBlossom Div, No. 499, G. I A. to B. of L. E. meets every second and fourth Wednesdays of Sisters always welcome, MRS. J. C. BROWN Sec'y. Mrs. J. B. HOGAN, Pres Grand Order of Eagles. Mcets every Wednesday night in G. V. Rowland, president; W. B. Hicks, secretary. — Knowledge Broadens Him. The more a man knows about this world the more willing he is to put up with the petty faults and vices of his fellows.—Detroit Free Press, MY LINE INCLUDES Newspapers Magazines Stationery Post Cards Cigars Come and sce me before pur- chasing elsewhere. Your patronage appreciated. Miss Ruby Daniel News Stand Lobby of Edisonia Theater. W. Fiske Johnson REAL ESTATE Loars Negotiated Buys and Sells Real Estate. Orang e Grove Property a Specialty. ROOM 7. RAYMONDO BUILDING CHINESE LAUNDRY 'Will open next Monday Avenue, near corner of 'Rose street. ]sm WING, Proprieto t sisted his mother. “Why, usually Sufeit | Willle's mother was amazed, but Willle’s Aunt Victoria was suspicious. His mother said she just knew the child was {1l and she held the medica! thermometer under his tongue Iv main force, but his Aunt Victoria | raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes while studying him. The trouble was that Willie had not shrieked with joy when his mother had said that she would take him to the circus. He Lad not even seemed faintly interested. It was an unheard of state of things! “He hasn’t any fever,” announced his mother anxiously, consulting the | thermometer. “Does your head ache, ! darling?” i “Nope,” Willie said cheerfully. | “I never heard of a boy who wasn't perfectly crazy to go to a circus!" you worry the life out of me from the time the posters are put up! You acted that way when this circus first was announced, and I don't see—are you sure you don't want to go?®' “I'd ruther go play with Arthur Meets every Friday night at 7:30 Jones,” Willle said, wriggling. le edged out of the door. “I just know he's going to be sick,” repeated his mother. “I wouldn't worry,” sald his Aunt Victoria. “He looks perfectly healthy.” But secretly she was as much amazed as was Willle's mother. Re- garding Willle from a calm, unemo- tional point of view, she recognized the fact that there might be other ex- planations than any which came into the mind of his worried parent. There had been gorgeous posters for several weeks in the suburb show- fog forth the glories of the small cir- cus that was coming, and Willle, with the other small boys, had followed the bill poster about, hysterically whoop- ing with glee. He had talked circus and dreamed circus for days and had uearly broke his neck practicing on icach month at 2:30 p. m. Visiting| the tight rope In the back yard, to the serious injury of the family clothes- line. And now, the second day of the show, he had rejected his chance to go. It certainly was not normal con- duct on Willle's part. His Aunt Victorla cornered Willie that evening and offered him some chocolates. “Tell me why you don't want to go to the circus,” she sald, be- gullingly. “Huh!" sald Willie. “I seen it.” “I knew perfectly well you weren't going to be sick,” she sald, triumph- antly, “Have another chocolate, Did you go to it yesterday?' “Huh!” confided Willie, “I wuz in it Aunt Victoria clutched the chalr arm. “In 1t?" she repeated faintly. Willle kicked one foot meditatively agalnst the step. “Well,” he amend- ed, “not eggzactly in it, y'know. 1 wuz on it.” Aunt Victoria felt her back hair dis- tractedly and swallowed hard. “Willle!” she cried impressively. ‘Tell me this minute what you mean! It your mother dreamed—" Willle edged nearer. “I rode a nele- phunt,” he confided, “in the parade.” “Do you mean to say,” his question- er gasped, “that you actually were in the procession? On an elephant that has a milllon more germs than a fly has—and you know how frightened your mother is if a fly gets near you? How did you dare—" “A man sald [ could,” Willle pro- tested. "I was hanging around with the other kids. I seen it all because I crawled under the tent. I helped feed the elephunts an’' the man he ast it I wanted to be in the percession, an’ 1 sald I did, an’ he got a red coat an' I wore it! Say, did you know elephunts are #0 high up when you ride 'em?” “Willte 1s not coming down with typhold or the measles,” his Aunt Vie toria announced later to his parents. “In fact, I should say he is more than ordinarily sane and healthy.” Willie's father hates germs as much as does Wlllle’s mother, and he was annoyed on hearing of his son's deeds. “You really ought to tell him not to do such things'” he sald to his wife. It was then that Willie's mother turned on Willie's father. “My good- ness!” she said. “Who on earth would | ever think on getting up In the morn- ing of telling a perfectly well brought | up child that he must not on any ac- | count put on a red coat and ride an | elephant! Between you and your son | you'll drive me crazy!" “Anyhow,” sighed Willle contented- 1y, “I seen the circus!™ To the Letter, Above the great editor's peared the motto: “Be accurate"—a motto that was hammere 110 every member of the staff with painful in- sistence. One day Sam, the | er, gent in a news p: ling the following n ment: “Three hundred eves were fixed upon 1t peaker, The delinquent was haled before his chief. “Young man,” demanded the editor, desk ap- ub report- ph contain- state- rious and ninety-ni abashed and an- swered quickly: “Sir,” eald he, “an old man in the audience was blind {n one eve.” —— World's Banking Center. London is the banking center of the | world [ 1912, “Did you know,” began the young man when there came a pause in the conversation, “that I am collecting sta- tistics? Well, I am. What is your fa- vorite flover? And please name your favorite poem.” The young woman sitting opposite Lim laughed. He looked aggrieved. “You don't seem to realize,” he told Ler, “that I am serfous. Well, I am. Why laugh?” “I thought you were trying to be funny,” she told him. “Anyhow, you were funny. Wouldn't you rather try to be funny and succeed than attempt to be serious and fall?” “This {s no time for harassing ques- tions,” the young man told her. “I am corry you prefer to keep secret your fuvorite flower and your most admired poem, but, of course, I respect your at- titude of reserve. iHowever, you might tell me something else—statistical, a!s0. I do not ask who is your favor- fte man; I simply ask what kind of a man {s your ideal?” “You are terribly in need of ideas for conversation, aren’t you?” com- mented the young woman. “I think I have suggested a most in- teresting topic,” the young man insist- ed. “You have no idea how devoted I am to statistics, and if you were at all kind-hearted you'd not slight the subject. “I suppose your ideal,” the young man continued, “is a tall, dark, hand- some youth with flashing bl—" “Fiddlesticks!” sald the young wom- an. “Girls aren't as foolish as ail that! A man's looks don't count so very much., Of course, a girl wants a man to be presentable and pleasant looking, but she doesn't care if he is actualiy homely, provided he's the right sort. Why, I've seen some ugly men who were simply fascinating—I don't know why. 1 suppose it was be- cause they had such strong personall- tles. I shouldn’t care at all about a handsome man for a husband. Such a man would he more than likely to be vain.” “I'm glad you are so sensible,” com- mented the young man, “It is cheer- ing to the average grubby specimen of manhood to hear a girl talk like that. You see, if a man is not especlally good looking he feels that the girls don’t care about him. I know how it is myself. 1" “You!" int<rrupted the young wom- an. “I hope you don’t consider your- self homely?" “I never took a prize at a beauty show,” confessed the young man. “Now, let's get back to our statistics. 1 suppose your {deal man is terribly rich and could shower automoblles and dlamonds upon you with one hand while he wrote checks with the oth- er?” “I'm sorry you have such a poor opinion of me,” sald the young wom- an. “It's all right to have enough money to pay the grocery bills and buy deocent clothes, but I never yearned for great wealth. [ think rich men are likely to be awtully selfish and friv- olous or self-centered and peevish. They don't have time to pay attention to their familles and they drift away from thelr wives and get divorces— not any of that for me! No, I think people are lots happler when they have a modest income and live within 1" “You certainly are a wonder!” de- clared the young man, admiringly. *I never knew any other girl with so much sense. But I suppose you'd ex- pect thd man you marry at least to own his own home and be able to give you an allowance—" “Halt the fun is working and saving together for a home,” sald the young woman. “A girl likes to help the right sort of man—" “What s the right sort of man?” in- quired her caller, eagerly. She smiled a little, looked airily over his head and then met his gaze. “Why,” she sald, “I suppose the right sort of man {s the one the girl hap- pens to be In love with!™ “That sounds plausible,” the young man sald. “I think you've made a very valuable contribution to my sta- tistics, and I'm greatly obliged to you. More than that, it makes me happy to find that you care enough about me to marry me—" “My goodness!™ shrieked the young woman. “I never sald one single word—" “'d like to know why not!™ he in. sisted. “You said that your ideal man was not good looking and had only a moderate ind didn’t own his if that doesn’t hit me You'll never find any | ¢ meeting that de- 3 1 better grab me ! t, won't I do H “D-d-do rou 1 “Dare * to marry you, and see!” cried the yo an, jovously.—Chi- cago Daily News. Why He Was Excused. “Why aren't you doing service in the Mexican army?” asked the Ameri- can. “IMl tell you,” replied the Mexican; “the army in Mexico s recruited by drawings held annually in each mu-| nicipality and conducted by city of ficlals.” | “Yes, 1 understand that.” | “Well, you see, I'm a cartoonist, and when they saw my drawings they excused m-" e Asvicr » D We Won’t Sacrifice Qualigy but we are always studving how : Increase The Quantity We give the "most now but we are anxious ¢ more. Phone us and prove it £ Best Butter, per pound . .................... ; BURar IB pOUNAs .y e : Cottolene, 10 pound pails....................... Cottolene, 4-pound pails........................ Snowdrift, 10-pounl pails....................... : 4 cans family size Cream....................... 7 cans baby size Cream........................ i 1-2 barrel best Flour............................ 12 pounds best Flour....... Picnic Hams, per pound Cudahy's Uncanvassed Hams.................. . Octagon Soap, 6 for........ A e e Ground Coffee, per pound....................... 5 gallons Kerosene E. G. Tweedell Job fPrinting s \WING to the enlargement of our newspaper{and Jpublishing lusres, it has been necessary’to|move The News[Job_Office up-stairs where it will be found in Rooms 11 and 12, Kentucky [Building, in the com petent charge of Mr. G. J. William~. s anything thatfcan be printed, if you wort the best work |at the right prices. o Mr. Williams, The News'Job Office Rooms 11 and 12 (upstairs) Kentucky Buildirg e — L.FB. WEEKS —DEALER IN— Staplefiand Fancy Groceries. o) Grain and Feedstuffs PHONE 119 Cowdery Buildi WITH WO00D'S MEAT MARKET 10 1bs. Bucket Snowdrift Lard- 4 1bs. Bucket Snowdrift Lard . ........ 1-2 bbl Flour in Wood . ......... 24 Ib. Sack Flour. ....... 12 1b.Sack Flour .. ....... 7 Cans § .l Cream....... Messsessinennies 3 Cans 1 .tra Large Cream 3 Carc Tomatoes .......... 11b “ ke Boy Coffee 11b. L.st Butter Stafolife, per Sack Hay, best, per 100 1bs.. .. ... Chicken Feed, per Sack Oats, per Sack ...

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