A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . ies, son, will be tocarry the copy to the composing I write anything, you comein here and get it, and whenever writes anything, go in thereand take it back. I think Mr. Stan-ton has some now. The boy returned in a minute to desk and said: I couldnt make him answer. Whats that? He just kept on working when Iasked him if he had wrote anything. Oh! exclaimed Col. Graves with atwinkle in his eye. Lets see. They wen
A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . ies, son, will be tocarry the copy to the composing I write anything, you comein here and get it, and whenever writes anything, go in thereand take it back. I think Mr. Stan-ton has some now. The boy returned in a minute to desk and said: I couldnt make him answer. Whats that? He just kept on working when Iasked him if he had wrote anything. Oh! exclaimed Col. Graves with atwinkle in his eye. Lets see. They went to the doorway and peek-ed in. There sat Stanton with hiselbows aspread, his head low and hisright hand fighting furiously with apencil. He had dug so deeply into amountain of papers that no part ofhim was discernible below his should-ers. He would make a great effortand out would come a sheet of longhand, suggestive of a doodle-bug play-ing in a sand hill or a mole startinga direct route to China. I forgot to tell you the way youshould approach Mr. Stanton. The boythat had your job understood it. Younotice the rope on the hook here at r ^,X. FRANK LEBBY STANTON, Georgias lyricpoet, who served as night editor of TheTribune of Rome under Jno. Temple Graves. the door is attached to the chandelierin the middle of the room. The easiestand quietest way to get in there is tograb the rope and swing from thedoor to the table beside his desk,where you will be able to get the you swing back. The idea is notto disturb his muse. Lets see howwell you can do it. Colonel Graves, I aint lost nothinin there. Why, whats the matter?A man from Mt. Alto just comeout, sayin he wanted a write-up, butsaw Mr. Stanton was busy, so justleft his box on the table and said hev/ould be back. No, sir, I aint goinin there! What sort of write-up did hewant? He said he had broke the record atMt. Alto for ketchin the biggest rat-tlesnake! Mr. Stanton was the owner of asmall dog which had the distincti
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