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ATLANTA'S
WAY. _________
THE UNANIMITY OF A PROSPEROUS PEOPLE _________
They stick to Home Industry and to Home
Interprise (sic).
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And That is Why they Sing, "No Place Like Home."
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Thoughts Suggested by the Phenomenal Success and
Rapid Growth of a Great Industry.
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There is no place like Atlanta. And to that
sentiment a hundred thousand hearts beat in unison.
Why? Because Atlanta is made up of Atlanta people, and
they stick together, pull together, stand by home
institutions, and the result is success individually and
severally.
The writer was impressed with this fact
more than ever, after a rheumatic confinement, on going
out for an airing a day or two ago. Coming
to a neat and tasty vine-clad building that looked for
all the world like a cozy suburban cottage home he
stopped to rest on the sunny porch, while inhaling the
delicious odors of plats of late blooming flowers.
Gazing out across the area way at the smoke
wreaths coiling upwards from the tall chimneys of a big
brick building he got to thinking. The results of
his cogitations was a determining to take a peep into
the big building, which was none other than the Atlanta
Brewing and Ice Company. It is marvelous how
much has been done there during the present year, and is
still more wonderful the amount of work that was done
here in Atlanta.
Three big 80-horse power boilers, made by the
Atlanta machine works, have been put in, 5,000 gallon
copper kettle, made by Trautwine; two artesian wells
have been driven by Atlanta labor, a complete electric
plant throughout the building, including the vast
cellars, has been put up by Atlanta electricians, and by
the way, few breweries are furnished with their own
electric plant, and only the day before I was there
Atlanta mechanics succeeded in cutting a hole through
the roof of the building and removed a big iron tank
from the interior to the rood without delaying the work.
There is no telling what Atlanta men can
do. The stockholders in this company are
young men of Atlanta, although this is one of the oldest
enterprises in the city. For several years not one
dollar of the earnings has been withdrawn by the
stockholders, bit it has gone right back into improving
and equipping the property. When first
established, over twenty years ago, for the brewery has
already attained its majority and can vote for the next
president, there was a hard struggle to keep up with the
times. Ten years ago, yes even five years ago, it
was a continual race to keep up with demand. Three
years ago the company was taxed for space and capacity.
But during the past year $75,000, or more, has been
expended in putting in modern improvements and bringing
it up to the highest standard among the breweries of the
country. Now, with its perfect equipment and
its facilities for procuring material and for storage
and delivery, it stands second to no brewing
establishment in the union. All because it is an
Atlanta institution, and Atlanta people stand by home
enterprises. No other city in the south would have
stood the strain to which it has been subjected.
But to-day the Atlanta Brewing and Ice company turns out
beer of as fine quality as can be found anywhere.
Only the very best and wholesome material that can be
procured in the market is used and pure artesian water
furnishes an unadulterated vehicle for the manufacture
of the bonnie brown liquid that is beautiful and
refreshing, with a flavor that must suit the most
fastidious taste, and those who give it a trail are
always pleased.
The cellarage capacity has been increased
to 18,000 barrels, and no beer is allowed to leave the
cellars under four months old, when it has ripened into
a perfect quality of lager beer. Besides the
brewing the company turns out seventy-five tons of ice
per day of as fine a quality as the product of any ice
factory in the world. The company has been a
great stickler for patronizing home institutions, which,
as was remarked at the outset, has been one of the prime
features in its growth and success. In the
first place it employs upwards of one hundred men, and
they are no cheap dollar-a-day men, either, so that the
pay roll runs up to over $6,000 per month, every dollar
of which is spent right here in Atlanta. It
runs twenty wagons, every one of which, with every strap
of harness, were made here in Atlanta. The
Atlanta glass works has the contract for furnishing
bottles for the bottling department; Atlanta blacksmiths
and Atlanta machinists, and machine works and
manufacturers are called into requisition for everything
procurable here; and in anything and everything that is
needed, Atlanta is given the preference to the exclusion
of all outsiders, and often at the actual loss of many
dollars in the difference in price of labor and
material.
Besides the large output of ice, the
magnificent new engine furnishes the refrigerators of
the establishment and the ten big cellars are kept as
cold as an artic winter all year round. It
is a treat to walk thru these under ground storehouse,
if, you have a guide, and see the large casks and oceans
and oceans of beer that is stored down there awaiting
the time when it shall be drawn forth, fresh and
foaming, to cool the thirst of Atlanta's multitudes and
to go out on all lines of railroads that center in this
busy city to cheer and comfort the outside world.
As a matter of course this beer, made right here at
home, of the best material, the most skilled labor, the
methods obtainable only through the most modern
improvements, fresh from the cellars; is and must be
superior to any that may be made in a colder climate and
shipped thousand of miles into a warmer one and put on
sale. And to day the product of this
established can be put in competition with that of any
brewery in the world without fear of being surpassed in
favor, purity and quality. The knobbiest
thing, through, is the elegant reception room, near the
main entrance, handsomely furnished and elegantly
furnished with beautiful carpets, hangings and
furniture, where anybody may come, even a lady, and
enjoy a cool glass of beer, fresh from the cellars;
secure in the comfort and privacy of apartments fitted
up in a style that would suggest a fashionable club,
more than the private parlors of a great manufactory.
After a tour of the establishment one is impressed with
its magnitude and with the complete success it has
attained, and is ready to say, "Call for Atlanta beer,
and if they do not keep it (which is very seldom the
case) go somewhere else until you get the genuine brewed
beverage, drink and be merry." So from a
foaming schooner as long as a ram's horn, here's a
health to Atlanta beer!
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