Dooly County GaArchives News.....Cordele, The Cordial March 17 1904
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The Talbotton New Era

The Talbotton New Era
Thursday, March 17, 1904
Page Two

Cordele, The Cordial

“The clamor and a clang, the clatter and a bang” of the incoming and outgoing 
trains of this busy town would suggest a “Lesser Atlanta”.  Cordele is a 
network of railroads.

Our “Lives” fell into the delightful home of Mr. J.L. Pate, whose happy wit and 
unfailing good humor always shed a brightness and cheer.  Mrs. Pate’s calm 
serenity, tender ministrils and gentle sincerity win the hearts of those who 
know her.  The lovely daughters adorn the elegant home life a “rosebud 
garland.”  On Sunday we had the good fortune to hear “our own” Mr. Morrison.  
He is presiding Elder now, but bears this position of honor and trust with the 
same beautiful humility that characterizes all his “acts and doings.”  His test 
was “I have done a great work.”

On Monday evening I attended a meeting of the Woman’s Foreign Missionary 
Society at the parsonage, Rev. Howard McGehee’s parsonage.  This is a handsome 
building with verandas broad and wide, spacious halls and ceilings high and 
lofty.  The garden is abloom with great purple violets whose fragrance whispers 
the handiwork of Mrs. McGehee.  In the reception hall is a life size portrait 
of Rev. McGehee, a work of art and love from the heart and hand of Mrs. Webb.  
Such a Missionary meeting!  The way the ladies flocked, I began to think Mrs. 
Lovett had issued invitations to an “At Home.”  Why it was equal to 
our “Woman’s Tuesday Afternoon Club” where eating was an attraction.  They came 
so fast I couldn’t count them.  And they did and said so much one small head 
can scarce contain it all.  It was fine.  It was an inspiration.  Made me want 
to take wings and fly to our Society to tell them of the “glad tidings.”  
Dear “Mother Branch” was here and her sweet, noble presence were like a 
benediction.  Her daughters, Mrs. Comer and Mrs. W.P. Fleming sang a tender, 
beautiful duet.  Their voices blending in sweetest harmony.

On Thursday we enjoyed a ten-mile drive through the pine forests to the ideal 
country home of Mr. J.L. Page at Patesville.  This home is picturesquely 
beautiful.  The occasion was the celebration of Mr. John McDougal Bridges’ 
twenty-seventh birthday.  Mr. Bridges married Miss Florence Pate.  An elaborate 
turkey feast was served.  A congenial party gathered to wish Mr. and Mrs. 
Bridges many happy returns.  The birds, the flowers, the roses and violets down 
here all tell us that spring is standing at the threshold.

Cordele is a live town.  It was named for Cordelia Hawkins of Americus.  Just a 
few years ago Cordele was a pine forest where birds sang merrily all the day 
and where the sunshine found its way but dimly in the dense foliage.  What 
marvels of beauty and progress man’s magic hand can do, when industry and 
perseverance away the scepter.




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