Mr. Lanham Revisited: March 22, 1926

Tickles in the big chair and news of a fearless editor's death

Before Mr. Lanham even had breakfast today, he had planted “ten or eleven glads” between his rose bushes and the next-door neighbor’s house. It was a warm day, but overcast and dismal. “Naturally, business was poor,” at the Lanham & Sons store in downtown Rome, Georgia, he wrote. Nevertheless, he extolled the beauty of spring. “Golden Bell [forsythia] l…